Author: Tanya'sopinion

A teacher by profession, a poet by heart and a traveler by love
kitchen
feminine, Inspiration, poetry, Self-Help

An Ordinary Beauty

Tanya'sopinion

Today once again in
a celebration of a beauty
so ordinary, blew me a candle. 
Ordered a velvet cake 
smeared some face paint.
Put on those choo heels 
and performed ablutions to Medusa
The goddess of our kinds 
hollowed eyes, sunken cheeks 
Frizzy hair, flabby flesh 
Sagging bosom, plunging neck 
Echoing an average tale 
Of a working woman’s face 
Not your usual Grecian model 
Nor Venus, nor Aphrodite,  
No circassian wasp-waisted
beauty embellished in Indian jewels 
but very own pin-up doll in
the living room just back from
Nine to five shift, sultrous
hot and sweaty as hell, 
Crownless queen of a 
Bankrupt sultanate, a familiar 
Unsung belle in the kitchen of your harem 
Tinkling copper pot and pans, 
Ruffling golden knives and forks 
Castrated in a golden cage 
Woman of a ruined withered ottoman sultan.  “ I’ll give you kiss

and show you my moves

first let my water my plants…”

women wearing white and brown swimsuit standing on seashore
Love, Nature, poetry

Las California

Tanya'sopinion

” And therefore I’ve sailed the seas and come

to the holy city of Byzantium’

-William Butler Yeats

Drifting towards las California

surfing coast to coast,

in a state of frenzied hysteria.

In the city of cock-tail

baby it’s gonna be all hearty and hail.

Now don’t you believe those blind poets;

who proclaim surrender and succumb,

and miserable kindness is all the worth.

Truth is in youth, tanned body is all the mirth.

Ember sun, droplets of sweet-sweet wine

that cerulean azure sky-line.

The low hanging palm palanquins,

and the glorious home coming queens.

Before the golden Aprils begins,

sun-city is the new Byzantium;

and beams of warmth my holy mausoleum.

Sinful Dips
Love, Nature, poetry, sensual, woman

Sinful Dips

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I took sinful dips in vast seas of love embracing

you tightly, with a terror of drowning in the

deep waters of desires. Wines from your

lips did wonders, for I went and came back

from the hell fires, taking sinful dips

in the waters of love.

 

Shedding all vestiges of shame, clothed only

in translucent moon-light while holding

you tightly, trying to sooth the amber

of my flesh with your cigar breaths.

 

I performed holy ablutions to wash off any

lingering doubts of cravings, let raven

hair loose to sway in directions unknown,

only to clasp a caress in my nets in the

deepest pits of desires.

 

While softly twirling on the rubenesque flutes

of thirsts, closed my eyes and swam to the

farthest corners of desire to discover a

dated relic of yours resting in the

sea-beds of my whims.

 

Knowing that magical things might happen,

I allowed myself to completely penetrate

in the realms of darkest fantasies to,

accomplish once a flawless rapture of bodies.

While you played your wicked games

I let lose more shames just to capture a

whiff of your perfume, to break an ancient

spell of absence while taking sinful

dips in vast seas of love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Harp's Nylon Strings
Books, Love, poetry

Words Never Fail

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I’ve filled the voids of my soul with

slants of words, the curvatures of

alphabets to gratify the endless

nights of effervescent

passions.

 

In the deepest abyss of malevolent

nights, I’ve implored the meanings

of your desertion through the

arches of letters.

 

The denied kisses through the

strokes of symbols, the dearth

of touch with caresses of

half-formed letters on crisp

blank papers.

 

At times I am riding on scripts

while others overwhelmed

under their weighty connotations,

you see my love words 

never fail!

 

For they can fill up empty papers,

hinge together differing

borders, like the elastic  

ropes you can stretch

them to suit bleak

realities of life.

 

 

food, poetry, Travel

The Land of Food Lovers

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“Mac-Donaldus Tacum, 

Infurnus Divina Steakum

Panem nostrum daily

coffeum withum summum

donoughtus”

 

At every turn a Mac-Donald’s

at every curve a Wendy’s,

there across the road lay

a live breathing hot-dog

under the careful gaze of

cozy Connecticut Sun.

 

The lush garden free flows

with aroma of Dunkin

-Doughnut’s coffee, all I need

is a fabled pitcher of Greeks to

gulp it all down in one go,

such an aphrodisiac for my

fragile senses…

 

Now that I’m in land of free

I must uphold and behold

in my sight almost the mythical

Popeye’s Fried Chicken at the

corners of which rests the

pleasures of many virgins

 

 That legendary Roadhouse  

steak 🥩 the valor of which

echoes in my ears and the

glistening fat that will linger

in my veins for many years

to come…

 

The proud French can always

proclaim their victories when

it comes to their luxurious wines

from the regions of Normandy, 

but the Californian vineyards

are always a step ahead for their

perennial sun-shine and the

voluptuous grape-vines.  

 

May be it was not the vision

Martin Luther had in mind

or was never to be Lincoln’s

dream in hindsight but as

I smell the rich flavors of

decadent fries somewhere

I can tell you for sure, this

land is every food lovers

paradise !

 

As for me humble folks, some

say I’m a traveler while some

a migrant, but I know I am only

here to take few bites more &

will return to my land carrying

some flavors more, as I still have

to taste one last morsel from my

aging mom’s hands…

 

 

 

 

 

holding hands
Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, life, Love, poetry

Let us

Tanya'sopinion

Let us leave the hand of misery,

and pledge to never gloat in self-pity.

Life is tough, its hard,

but lets just never judge.

We all are victims of both hate and lust.

And this is life nothing more that that,

it is stiff for those who always doubt.

Whatever happens, happens….

So why fret let us love and hold

hands of those who are left behind.

Smile and for once just be kind.