A WOMAN DANCING
feminine, life, Love, Nature

Love A Wasteland

Behind those crooked smiles

lie some grief, little pain…

Those winning dimples,

sunken deep in cheeks

hollowed by cheap joints

of gas-stations telling tales

of murky betrayals. 

Ruby wines oozing of

the pale veins in those

abandoned cabarets.

Love a  Wasteland!

She did bloom a Rose

or a Tulip

somewhere!

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love-spell
life, Love, Nature

Love-Spell

Swathed in the warmth of your skin

in awe of deep amorous breaths,

slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats

provoking  gentle ripples in me.

Without a hope for redemption

under the ardent urgency

surrendered and taken away to

the prisons of your venereal mockings

to be arrested under your

love-spell!

 

 

Great Land
History, Inspiration, Legend, Literature, Love, Nature, poetry

The Great Land

Standing in the land of the great Apaches

Midst blooming wild poppies

and the mammoth elephant grasses,

thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had.

May be the days of  chivalric Camelot are over,

as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair;

vicious winds from the North gushed 

echoing footsteps of a massive feet

opening a narrow pass for the

grim shadow of Lincoln to flicker by,

leaving behind trails of the Fallen Soldiers

on the path once trodden by the

fierce Indian Tribes.

Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Love, Nature, poetry

A Glance

 

A glance is enough for the heart to beat

to  transform naivety into shrewdness 

of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past

to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case

it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings

fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds

never chirp on the skeletal trees, insects don’t

dwell in the deceased fallen barks, dimpled

cheek cupids doesn’t appear for those who

always wait and sigh, no ballads are sung

on the onset of  youth, nor a tear on its passing,

some do age without the grace of a glance

and leave the grim world  still longing for

 one glance.

 

life, poetry

Life Happens

We begin grand, lofty 

curved, meshed up chords 

entangled at the centers, 

lefts and rights, inflated at 

the very core  with crimson

bloods raging and ranting

in those youthful bulbous

veins but then Boom! One 

more sonic Boom! A Bang!

Life happens….

I am no enlightened soul

I am nobody, just address me

somebody , but I know my

mama told me,

Life will straighten out the

most twisted chords!