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 Mar 2015
Poetic T
There spirits tethered to this plain,
Some were wondering
Some were prisoners
There seven by three foot
An invisible cage,
Locked,
Barred,
Insanity
Had gripped those that were of
Weak spirit, an ill cloud filled these places,
Not seen by mortal eyes
Felt,
Chilled,
Ominous,
Feelings of those flesh bound
Ever motioned towards,
Breath cold absorbing the positive
Energies around,
Those of stronger fibre, of sound spirit,
They were the whispers heard,
That breeze when non around.
They watched all who entered,
Stood atop there stones
Sat upon the cold granite
At those who visited them,
Thank you as a ,
Fragrant smell,
Spoken verse,
Touch breezed
Upon a reminder of those there moment
Acknowledged, a peace has been found,
The Graveyard is of the dead,
Some saved
Others degraded,
Some lost, never to be found.
But they
Whisper,
Sigh,
Confide
In each other, but we will never
Understand there murmurings,
Till we are also departed,
And our bodies grace the ground next to each other.
 Mar 2015
K Balachandran
She is a succulent bunch,let me be helpful,
if you don't get the complex chemical scent,
I call her ,"a girl of unpredictable
meeting places"inotropic, is her effect,
She sends heartbeats way up.
Delectable too, she was, every time
I tasted certain parts of her.
Her avatars are numerous, like Hindu Gods
With specific  intention for each incarnation
Onee will be pushed in to neurosis,
if doesn't completely relish her infinite variety.
She is a cryptic mystic,
for a while  from signals
I discerned and firmly believed
Or is she just a  creature mysterious
Doubt raises it's head, like a lotus
From slushy pond
My eyes met her at the level of  her eyes first,
the rest in a haze to me was invisible,
Then my heart sends a message
"Right now, I missed a beat here"
Heart then recites a poem,
tells me, it is all her making
"Don't fall in love" heart's advice,
"Go, dissolve in her completely"
Even my own heart has crossed sides,
or is it truly an advice for my sake?
Love is a hallucinogen, get it?
she whistles like wind at bamboo groves
from within sings like a thrush,
she is a magpie, or is she a koel?
Nocturnal animal, in need of mating,
making calls, frantic SMS, incessant.
She is wind and water, elements
that make one burn and drown
She spreads her yoga mat on the floor,
asks me to sit cross legged Indian style,
I am already for that in my mind,
So I spread eagle in corpse pose, indicating, "All through my life", mother earth gives me warmth.
          Shanti,   Shanti,   shanti
 Mar 2015
Jack
~


Soft flurries of affection
find my eyes lost in the prism
of the beauty that engulfs my world

For to inhale is to fall into
the scent of sweet essence riding
the breeze exhaling from your skin

As words pour on the page,
my fingers dance in rhythmic patterns
now wrapped warmly about my thoughts

I have wondered, quietly to myself
where is it they are born,
how do they flow so easily

from a mind that constantly spins
in whirls of dream-like visions
kaleidoscopic views and frantic desires,

where each vowel, noun, adjective or verb
in feathered shapes of ink, somehow
scribble silhouettes of my love for you

It is now that I notice,
sitting in the frail sunshine of the dawn
whispering on salmon clouds, you are awake

that my hands are empty, my fingers still
for it seems as I write of you, my endless everything,
it is my heart that holds my pen
 Mar 2015
DC raw love
If I could paint a picture,
    I would paint a picture of you.....

If I could write a book,
    I would write a book about you.....

If I could draw,
    I would draw a life with you....

If I called you on the phone,
     could you talk to me....

If I wrote you a letter,
     could you reply to me...

If I said I loved you,
     could you love me....
 Mar 2015
Jonny Angel
We were all
born too late.
I know this
by the feelings
I get
when
spirit-guides
pass by me.

Yesterday,
I got too old
for my own good.
I sat and I wrote,
I wrote an ode
to my lost lover.
I knew her in a different time,
way back when corsets
ruled the day.
And when men kissed damsels,
they meant it.
If I could only steal her breath
one more time.
The best percussion
this World has to offer
is that which you'd hear
were you to lay down your ear
upon the bare chest of your lover,
and loose count of the blessings for which you're both grateful:
each and every little touch
each and every heartbeat
each and every moment
each and every breath
each and every time
.
It's been so long since we've played my favorite songs.
I'm looking forward to the reunion tour, my love.
Wow, can you be more cheesy? Holy crap!
Good thing she likes that!

Began as abstract, became very much not.
-
 Mar 2015
wordvango
alight a path of excited neurons
saved by corporeal fuses
sacrificed fried to save
my head from overloads all the
amperage storing up
Danger High Voltage!!!

flows inside from too much reality.

I need your alternating current
to mediate my DC.
To my Tesla, like, you are , Miss Whitman.
To your Edison I am but one spark of Voltaire.

You sing of electric bodies ten million volts.
I imitate Voltaire as he did Virgil.
If someday we should unite,
our sparks would alight on eternity.
To my favorite poet, my light my current, my future brighter because of her.  Vicki
 Mar 2015
Amitav Radiance
Drenched in moonlight
shimmering silver gown
lissome steps treads the path
lonely lass, walks toward me
dreams in her eyes
to make me a part of
the lingering sensuality
night's young and glowing
nubile heart calls me near
tonight is the night
when the stark beauty shall reveal
 Mar 2015
K Balachandran
She then wears her special smile
an inamorata's conspiratorial
signalling her arousal, need to get me closer
right there in a room full of people
all of us in the midst of serious business.
I have deep yearning in my eyes
that in turn sets fire to her love central
we burn to be in each other's arms
lovers in exile, commandeer private moments
deflecting watchful eyes of jealousy
every time our secret rituals of amour
take unexpected arms and win wars.
 Mar 2015
Traveler
We shared coffee on the porch
As we awoke to our timeless summer romance
A world free of commitments
Coupled with unforeseen circumstance

Music filled those long summer days
Magic ruled those starlit nights
Our hearts beat to the rhythm of love
Lost in pure intimate delight

I remember how it felt
Holding you naked in my arms
You were only seventeen
And life could do us no harm

We tripped and fell yet never landed
In our wonderland of dreams
You cried for more and behind the door
You were my gypsy acid queen

A hundred years it seems has passed
But in my mind you’ll always be
Once upon a time
In my wildest dreams...
References to the following:
Yes, Moody Blues and Tina Turner's role in The Rock Opera Tommy.
 Mar 2015
K Balachandran
translate that ravishing look,
your sparkling eyes gift to me
in to your love's exact caret,
reflecting that clarity perfect,
and  cut with a million faces
spewing your passion's urge;
I'll pledge my soul to you
for ever, wear that diamond
life after life, with you beside
smiling, making me wonder,
which is brighter,the love diamond
from your eyes, or your smile
moonlight shower, bathing me ever.
4Cs of diamonds-Color, Clarity, Cut and Caret weight
 Mar 2015
Traveler
She brought me such pleasure
Sole mate of my soul
Her touch I so treasure
Her pain I so loathe

True love of my journey
How long has it been
Time cannot measure
As pleasures transcends

I’ll break down the walls
To be where you roam
I can’t wait to taste
The seeds we have sown

As I wait watching
The stars for a sign
My grip it grows tighter
Across space and through time

Her voice soothingly echoes
Lucid charm of my dream
Her body lies temptingly
Wide open for me

Prohibited by conscience
Still the gods they do dare
Shrouded in mystery
Shadow lovers beware
...
Traveler Tim
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