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onlylovepoetry Aug 2019
the cherry blossom accord/equation

”perfumers use aromachemicals to recreate a cherry blossom accord...(an accord is a scent made up of individual aromachemicals, that when combined, create a harmonious blend where none of the individual ingredients are able to be detected on their own).”

the odor of our lustful eyes,

the sweat, a unique commingling,
a sheen of salted oils body bathing,

crushed green petals of peaches,
crumbled together with the softy fuzz shavings,
the sediment of aromatic fruit juices drippings

our blending bottled in our brains,
none other would recognize but we,
to too two smell each other through and over
floors, concourses, cities, disparate distances

our ingredients secreted (secret),
our flavors cell secreted (secreting)
the world’s silly tittering aroma inserted,
our sparking fingertips touching
add a bush burning burnt odiferous

we seat across from each other in an airport
plastic restaraunt and everyone asks out loudly,
what is that smell, feed me that, taste me that,
as we are irradiating the atmosphere,
as we renegotiate our cherry blossom accord,
fresh signatures, updated, harmony of harmonies, notarized

she smiles, I joke, winking,
we must continue
to meet like this,
the fireworks of we,
of us,
to-gather to-gether,
a getting of giving,
she answers:

take me home and
bathe me in love,
give our bodies shelter
from the world outside,
beside a new spice
have I uncovered,
this will require some
the quantity to be added,
the when, and the how!

what is this new ingredient?
asking puzzled and aroused,
she laughs
(a spice already included),
why it’s called
only love poetry

8/23/19 4:55pm
a treaty
that allure
is her
franc desire
but her
weight abreast
the top
that applaud
appeal with
her oats
but oleoresin
that you
infer her
armature is  
not a
pogrom nor
a sham
an important event shall
soon take place
where two leaders will
meet face to face

the dialogue being
diplomatic in tone
whereby they'll be defending
a distinct zone

Trump and Putin
showing statesmen like skills
as they navigate the
issues with strong wills

the world anticipates
successful discussions
which won't have any
dire repercussions

their summit must reap
a dividend of accord
for not to deliver would
be serious in record

stability is the key to
good global relations
thereby ensuring cordiality
between nations
a Norwegian
fjord did
cut their
axel's hairpin
in the
row of
tundra that
Lapland was
their arcane
balloon on
Aegean shore
if Barents
Sea burgeoned
dialect herd
yelp in
Mike Pence
with accord.
Phoebe Hynes Nov 2017
I’m laughing with you.
We sit at my piano
Video media records,
and I have the pleasure of watching us toss our heads back
Breaking neck smiles.
Play back our giggles
Mismatched notes
We don’t search our own accord,
Clash of chords
corded around each key.
Sitting on that bench is wearing socks of different pairs.

I am a fuzzy mid-calf, and you are an argyle knee high.
Socked in laughter.
To act holding hands and to be in love accord
Let my love to be head over heals in love to go
Whether we are on rocks or in some concord
A touch of beauty will take,  make us to know

How love takes its roots in our heart and soul
How beauty celebrates its graces and charms
How in chain unity becomes a real clear goal
How every move uncovers with all set norms

My sweetheart you have taken real me from me
I am left with the treasure of your image to carry
let be clear not to leave what the circumstances be
Thru your heart I ****** thru your eyes I just see

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Thou didst not *******
I came of my own accord
now you tell me that you're bored
how can I improve on my sweet Lord

Thou art a ruffian - unskilled in the
art of *******, no tantric ***
more like Titanic with a hex
I always know what's coming next

Who wrote my script and said that:
I wouldst love you no matter what?
maybe it was you more likely than not
I must be thankful, pretend with what I've got

Now thou art coming again - never mind my pain
why is it that my loss has to be your gain?

— The End —