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caity Feb 2023
and you
you standing there like the goddess
Aphrodite of Knidos
drawing the softest curves amidst lines that make my heart yearn
for even she
murmured

'where thou saw me naked?'

you rest
effortless
making man fall between your marble curves
a beauty holding centuries of thought and attempts to simply possess

you stand

free against the attempts of man
their meddling fingers so often confusing the way your hips dipped and your ******* crest

shattering all ideas of beauty in the way you smiled at me
between whispers of curtains

and idolatry
Aphrodite of Knidos is arguably one of the first depictions of the female form **** within classical sculptures (350BCE area)

One myth after Praxiteles finished the sculpture, Aphrodite commented on the piece, asking embarrassed where he has seen her naked bathing.
The sculpture has many commentaries, Pliny saying it was something to behold  not just of Praxiteles work, but the world's work in entirety.

the placement of her hand is of great contention, hiding/maintaining some form of modesty, while also drawing attention- further positioning her divinity and beauty.

Once again amazed by the artistry and story that goes into the depiction of the female form, something that can be caught as easily as water between fingers.
George Krokos Jan 2022
At times one has to go sideways before they can go forward
when attempting to reach that place they’re heading toward.
________
From 'Simple Observations' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
Heaven can descend
down to the dust
reaching out
to a good heart.
Even the hell burns
doesn't want
the evil inside.
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
When I am over the moon
feels of a mo reaching for the stars.
The very moment I feel it the most
my toes are dipped in the dust.
StormriderIX Jun 2021
Silence echoes.
It reaches
       for you,
that sound of silence.
Let it reach.
             Let it echo.
                       Let me wonder.
What does silence
              sound
                       like?
Brumous Apr 2021
The thing about time is that it seems so long,
yet it can easily slip out of our hands

It seems so hazy,
one goes fast
one is slow
and there is this one
that feels like a dream

I don't want to let go of it;
don't run
don't walk

don't stop
don't go.
I need more time
but you're going too fast
Deep in the realms of time and space
Opposition takes its place
By helping us to stretch our wings
We reach up toward higher things

In the beginning - Dark and Light
Swirling - sparking day and night
The yin & yang both show their face
In this realm of time and space

With opposites - come choices too
Choose the things we think and do
These opposites in time and place
See not as curse, but healing grace

Thus darkness can define the light
Dusk precedes the dawning bright
Flow with rhythm - accept the pace
Of opposites in time and space
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In this realm of time and space we experience opposites.  We experience yin and yang, darkness and light, day and night, happiness and misery.

One of the lines in this poem is "See not as curse, but healing grace".  Our life and our prosperity will flow better when we open and accept the opposites in the world, rather than chafe that we experience bad days, misunderstandings, and illness sometimes.

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Àŧùl Apr 2021
I wanna reach somewhere else,
For I do not belong here,
Listen to the silence of my panic.

I scream at the top of my voice,
Still, no one listens there,
Maybe I'm an alien here by choice.

I need a panacea for my ills,
A cure for my SADness,
Maybe then I won't get chills.

******-Affective Disorder,
Its SADness destroys me,
Maybe I lack love in my life.

I really need a loving wife,
Who values me enough,
Maybe such a Naari is imaginary.

I am very hopeless in life,
SAD, but not suicidal,
Maybe I have a bigger destiny.

I carry the burden of my past,
Still, I need some love,
Maybe happiness seeks me too.

I am unaware of a true lover,
Who can love me more,
Maybe she exists only in my desires.

I hear that everybody deserves joy,
But I don't know why, but
Maybe my Karma is a bad accountant.
My HP Poem #1923
©Atul Kaushal

Naari is a Hindi synonym for woman.
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