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Jellyfish  Dec 2016
Enchanter
Jellyfish Dec 2016
my eyes sting from tiredness
also from tears of laughter
i love tonight, you're such an enchanter.
you can call me homeboy whenever you want.
Know throughout as

Mohan the enchanter.

or even Gopala or Govinda

Jagganatha is known as



Shri Krishna appeared in Gokul

Many legends have been told

with skin as Jambul as a jamun

And flute music like the song of a bulbul



Legends and stories carry on

through rasleela, they are known

through Krishna Lila, they are showcased

but all throughout the king is born



His radiance appearance of

Jambul skin and a peacock feather

or even crown in Tribhanga and his flute

with sweets notes of love



As a warrior in the battle of Kurukshetra

Throughout the Mahabharata, he is known

here he shared with Arjuna

what is known as the Bhagavad Geeta



Hare Krishna Hare Krishna,

Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama

Rama Rama Hare Hare



With this, I offer my salutations to you

Oh Lord Krishna,

Please accept my humble

request to thee
Josh Mar 2013
She reveled above the film
of Central Park sun-rays

Angel of granite,
seductress
of seagulls

Perched above her iconic
feathered fingers

Angel of granite,
enchanter of flocks

of well traveled bodies
flecked with salty sea crystals

Angel of granite,
fountain May

Cascades dancing diamonds
from her feet

Posing for pictures,
frozen in heat
of
Summertime sailboat
breeze

Angel of granite, goddess of
brittle bird bones

wading in
chlorine puddles of tears
Ekphrasis poem based off of Bethesda Fountain in NY:
http://ephemeralnewyork.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/bethesdafountain.jpg
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
So easy falling,
Into deep chasm— her lips,
Only cost myself.
With the agony of loneliness,
In a misty evening...
The doleful lady strolled down the garden.

There she walked with downcasted eyes and a wan look
Brooding over her scarred face from a malady.

She had a vision..
An Enchanter....

A handsome soul with elegant looks,
attractive high forehead,
sparkling eyes and shiny hair
advanced towards her with a beaming smile.

The air was perfumed with a heavenly fragrance.

She was enchanted by his magical spell.
She took hold of his arms stretched towards her,
Together they entered the enchanted world.

They flew through the clouds, sat on moon,
danced in the sky, flew over the waterfalls, grasslands and sea.

Eventually, she found herself in her garden.
The Enchanter was nowhere to be seen......

Taken aback by her encounter, she sat near the fountain,
glimpsed through her reflection....

Unbelievable...
She spotted a beautiful lady as her reflection,
A gentle breeze caressed her face,

Yes... it had the same heavenly fragrance.
I never knew those glossy eyes
Could tell such great lies to me
I never knew the promises you told
Were merely screens to the lies that were to unfold
I never knew that silent banter
Was a way to conceive acts, to reveal an enticing enchanter
I never knew I would question love
And think all we had was not pure, graceful and simple, like a morning dove
My only sweet escape from this, was the swirled twilight
That formed between the glowing horizon and the tranquil skylight
As I sat there on the tethered rock
I came to a conclusion that I might ironically be mocked for
In general life is a conspiracy of activities to deceive
So join the crowd, before the game is complete
Or in return, for being so humble and veracious, life will equal to a momentous defeat
mark john junor Jun 2014
i dreamt of the carnivals caravan
dreamt of the wild rose who dwelt there
enchanter of strange spells under
the quick moon flying in clouds high up
beyond fingertips reach
enchanter of rich tapestry within moonlight
of compassion's gentlest light
her sweet smiles embraces all

the caravan laid up roadside for the night
and she spread out her blanket
with her hoops she would spin the stars upon
with her hoops she would spin her magic and song
she picked a bead from her woven hair
and set it like a jewel in the center of my world
and with gentlest grin
did ask if i wished to be lost or found
knowing not which to be i let her choose
and wrapping the hoops round her
she spun the song of seasons feast
she wove the tale from fabric of starlight and roses

in the morning light
i awoke to the last carriage of the caravan
cresting distant hill like a the last piece of dream fading
i had been set loose like a strange ship on a strange sea
to find my destiny in the wild western lands
where a dark dusky angel would
take me into her song
where i would find a ship to set sail
for the lost edens tale
Zero Nine Jul 2017
Save my life
        It's nothing but wasted.
Pull aside
     the green, leaden curtain.
Of envy, it fills my
            every move with deadened motion.
          Come inside, won't you?
Save my life
From        a c c i d e n t a l        hurt
        From despair too
   Carelessly placed to
Be on       p u r p o s e.

What if it was?
Would you trust me?
Enough to relax,
eyes rolled back?
I don't promise much,
and I can't promise
a soft place where
and when I drop you.

              I'll d r o p you.
Rachel C Apr 2016
I have done many exceptional things in my life.
I have traveled to far-away worlds with effervescent seas.
I have fought alongside rebels and mutineers: against oppressive dukes and deities.
I, so vividly, remember the times I danced on the tops of skyscrapers. Thereafter howling at the moon with my fellow gypsies. But more than that, I remember the gentle laughter of friends.
I remember the soft hands of those I love on mine, while the sunsetted on an entirely unforgettable day.
I find my grandest adventures after the sun has dipped down out of sight, and the moon has risen to illuminate my so out of focus world.
I find them as I’m hunched over in my bed.
I find them as my fingers are trembling over the keys of a laptop; the glow of the screen burning in my eyes.
As I rip post-it notes full of ideas off my walls and mesh them together, I become some sort of enchanter; thus beginning yet another journey.
Although I may have not truly gone on such adventures, the feeling would remain the same if I had. Because, as I’ve come to realize, the truest of grand adventures starts with simply a single blank page and the desire to tell an earth-shattering story.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
She's an emotional vampire
She'll **** out what she desires
She preys on the lonely
Making them think they are her one and only

She lives off their emotion
Love or hate, just as long as it's commotion
She thrives on the drama
Leaving behind only trauma

She'll take you down slow
You won't even know
Till she releases her hold
Leaving behind only holes
Where she's ****** out your soul

She's an emotional vampire
She'll burn you like Hell's fire
She's quite the enchanter
Her whole life is a banter
It's only the emotion that matters
She sparkles like a sapphire
That emotional vampire
AngLe  Aug 2017
enchanter
AngLe Aug 2017
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