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Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way
I like the brown curly hair covering your half face. The crinkles by your eyes are making my heart race. Pull your hair aside, Leave hickey on that neck. Your lips tempt me to taste you and peck. Pull me
She surfaced from the blue sea like Aphrodite’s child in all her splendor droplets of water sparkled on her body as if she were covered in precious diamonds. I walked over and offered my name she submitted hers so willingly.
There’s a place,you may have forgotten about it. Hiding in your heart, only the child in you knows about it. It’s a place where you can find Aphrodite. Earth is still unknown of its beauty. Nature enriched by musical melodies.
Once lived a King of Cyprus famed Who held all women folk in disdain He eluded wedlock, never to be tamed While his people, they cried prayers in vain Venus at last chose to answer their call From the heavens
My love is reigning queen among roses, Regal and prim in each and every stance, Cleopatra looks plain when she chooses, She is Helen of Troy held at first glance; I pause, afraid to start a ten-year-war, Before I dare
Today’s pandora box is possessed, spirits within are legion, living bogeys are numerous, ever so often drunk, every day pandora hypnotizes followers, 24/7 pandora mesmerizes- adherents- making billions addicted to vacuum tube. Ancient gods- mild or ferocious- pandora has rebranded,
Well,they may be unlike but yet I continue to feel the same, Another one bites the dust while another one takes the blame, A Runner up again in the race with a moving train, Witness O Aphrodite,the deeds done in
Murky was my soul, she came in like a sunshine, We walked on a clone aisle, our lives were divergent, ‘tween my acumen and wisdom, she was the skyline. Lost in her thoughts, omnipresent was her sight, Falling in love
The dream of water, in a spiritual awakening… And the journey of Pisces through the astro sea in the shadow of Neptune. The travels of Apollo in the company of Horos and Aphrodite persuaded by the great and terrible creature
Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.
O leviathan, enter the dark cloud of death defanging fire, the mountain wants to shiver. Sand was slipping from my fists. I cannot hold the time; wet eyes will find another moon. The milk had dried up in body. A
While you are engrossed by a mourned silence within, Abruptly! You get caressed by a love, like a Ghost orchid, and you glide along, submissively! He is an enchanter to the astray, and like a wild fire, on an iceberg,
Some forgotten memories Visited me yesterday Some left me afterwards while some were meant to stay I wanted to keep some moments close to my heart as they alone could give me strength to walk in the dark some memories
At cremation ground the flames were creating strange words he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears there was no need to question the answers, kicking up the history, of crossing the bridge over the river of annihilation of self,
Have faith in your capability, you will see impossible turning into possible… Have faith in your strength, you will find all weakness turning into strongness… Have faith in your mind, you will see all unsolved puzzles turning into answers… Have
O viola, go over the grapes and find an ageless green. It is difficult to be born again, undoing death. You swoon at the continuity of crossroads – with blue flags in your bowl. A rosette, without a winner. A
four poems on the nightstand written on cigarette paper they could be linked together into a manifesto with patience with skill and a fingernail of spit all the things you thought about me you were never shy about dishing out
When pinch of godly emotions diluted Into optical fusion of matted commotions And the whole concealed constellation Beguiled its proclaim in dismal dismay, Gurgling upsurges fused with a shy smile Amidst the mute chambers of heavy heads. Nothing like bleak
Do you sometimes feel like Seeing the color of your emotions? Touching them, Maybe smelling them too? Imagine the urge to kiss Displayed in bright Fuschia Feeling like satin Smelling like vanilla Imagine your helplessness Painted in Yellow Feeling like
Self help can be yours. It lightens the load a little more. Put know-how to use and do. It helps to see us through. Find thing on the remove. Polish them up and re-do. Then take another look. Was effort
Tribute – on his Birth I stepped into the evening Of my life and lost interest in living And thought of leaving This wild world. I was waiting To see my grand son arriving Into this wicked world smiling Before
She walks boldy with confidence. She walks awoken with consciousness. She walks with her head held high as she looks upon Her Father in the heavenly sky. As she walks by they get one glance into her eyes. Something that
In my heart and my head there is an inky blackness that roars with a deafening silence As I stand so still in the tunnel of darkness, so still, like a boat between the swells of a tumultuous mountain I
There comes a time when my frustration scales On seeing the heap of trash that smoothly trail Along with me, in my about to explode handbag, So much unwanted stuff, no time to clean, compelled to drag. So I start
You showered down the staircase, in waves of color and crystals You left petals of pink orchids across the hallway How coulld I remain in this place, knowing you were here I’ll never walk down this old eroded street again,
As I sit across and gaze into those beautiful eyes, Its all so pure, no pretense without any guise. A faithful alliance I see, A dedication that never deserted me. An individual who loved without reasons, A person who did
After seeding the clouds they were going to buy wet lips. Seven minutes to make a bomb: a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit, one headless body squirts a long jet of blood. Run, run for the cover, with nuggets
There are nightmare dreams that haunt the sky From minds hard anchored to the earth And deadened thoughts from dead ones eyes Who’s living failed them at their birth. No Lovers touched by lovers thoughts Nor Eros arrows piercing hearts
Oh, please give me a break! I don’t speak the language That divide and categorize I don’t take pride in belonging to the groups It’s a sheer hypocrisy to which I won’t stoop I speak the language – the language
No sooner had the crooning of birds Help me ease off the bed in regularity, Than made me sad, of having to wake upto it For a final time. The mornings spent in sleep, Were painful hours of indecision, As
The restless weather curses me, Why not fly back to your nest thee; There where you always belonged, Where thy heart longed. The Lady waiting on the streets in those eager evenings, Those roads are lost in the new beginnings.
When the moon burst again into its grey white light the bird from that little tree escaped. Its wings flew into the arms of another. The other, like a large broad arm with its green expanse waited for that bird