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Naveen Malhotra Sep 2020
They tell us
There was an Adi Yogi
A personification of Lord Shiva, the Creator
He appeared from nothing
He was born unborn
He is held in the highest esteem
All yogis', He is the dream
I bow before Him every moment
Nevertheless, a question comes to mind
Was there an Adi Bhogi?
The First Worldling male
A progenitor of present day Rogis(suffering humanity)
Darwinian principle didn't uphold
Adi Bhogi presented Adi Bhogan a red rose
Carnal passion played its role
Human race was born
They bring God on a platter
To the rich and the mighty
Their tramped souls to get salvation
I shall talk about it later
Till then tell me
Was there an Adi Bhogi?
Madeline Thetard Dec 2018
I like to hand the world words on a silver platter
Sauté them with gusto and a shake of sugar
Feed them to strangers and watch their faces
To register any sign of delight or disgust

They commend me on my service
As I fill their wine glasses until they’re
Tipsy from the poetry
Savoring every sip and swallow
Like the linguist who speaks solely at midnight

But they try to catch me playful
And they try to throw me smiles
Unknowing that the poet only writes
Behind closed doors
In some nook or crevice there is a key
I threw away long ago
Right after I locked up my heart and soul
And took up a pen in my hand

They say to write what’s inside
But I’m sorry if I cannot read you a poem
While looking in your eyes
For there is far too much empathy
To make me feel safe

Maybe if the critics wrote me harsh reviews often
Maybe if I spilled the words onto my palms
And washed them all off with tears
I could let the world in
Instead of bussing tables shielded by
The windows of the soul

I like to hand the world words on a silver platter
But no one ever gets to see the face who makes them
Maria Etre Oct 2017
never laid itself
on a silver platter

As long as I am human
in front of that platter
as long as I will
always ask for
Mokita (Kivila): The truth everyone knows but agrees not to talk about.
SassyJ Feb 2016
Crossroads (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
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Complexities we create

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Insatiable was the menu we served exclusively
The culinary gourmet, marked in Michelin stars
The 5 course preparation of paradise on a dish
The interval of forks, spoons, knives and platters
For I drool it all, still you can’t see the stained print
I reverse the stilled portrait and you stare amused
Tainted as the stringed moonlight crawled unearthed

Take this bulb, for I have smashed it see this bruise
The blooded finger prints, the imprint of fine justice
I breath the freshness of the mist but it evaporates
My mind cascading  to the pitted grounded roots
The sun rays blows to blind, its my lidded perspective
The unparalleled horizon casting on glittered aisle
Send them all home, the show is paused,cancelled

Reality is the diverse of confusing notions and illusions
A multiplication of complexities that we have created
The absolute happiness remains a psychological concept
The happen stance of nature entwined with freedom
To exist yet persist and bloom like a yeasted dough
Encircling reputations, reflections to heavy to bury
I come back home to announce a new found hope
Arcassin B Oct 2015
By Arcassin B & wolfspirit & pea

WSQF: placing my heart on a platter
only for you
letting you see the insides, like that
clear plastic anatomy figure
from science class at university
downtown from uptown ..crosstown
this is the expressway to you
finding you wherever you may be waiting
with that smile, the one etched into my soul
nothing is wasted when it is tasted
we are all eternal in our guilty indulgences
but in living,
there is no shame
no one is to blame
exchanging those knowing smiles
our mission clear
AB: I'll put my name in a book for you,
Making my way down town,
Crossing esponola bridge,
Just to see that insecure smile,
But all the while,
I'm futile,
Of all the imaginations that you carried
When you were a child,
Don't let that smile go to waste,
Don't let that smile go,
As it came,
I use to have and felt shame,
So please don't let that smile goto waste.
SP: The memory of you never
goes to waste around here
I miss your kisses the most
eerie sweet ,clad moist tongue
I taste the mist off your lips
I miss your mystic touch and
pleasant need of desire...
your heart restless in the
unspoken comfort of being
alive, your words echo
deep in my
great audacious tolling bells.
Love is forever...and so are you
in my heart.
Wolves in the Ark
Angie S Dec 2014
tasteful lies
on a silver platter, underneath a shining dome
i await dinner with drooling eyes
I hope everyone eats well tonight.

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