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Ylzm Oct 2024
Don't quote but be

Don't preach but do

Don't teach but live

Be a book unwritten but read

Be a word silent but heard

Be the spirit unseen but known

The fool parrots as the parrot speaks

The wise walks and grasps the unspeakable

And art crafts the void and silence to affirm
Àŧùl Sep 2024
The sun doesn't revolve around us,
And it was known to the ancient Hindus.

How they estimated precise distances,
It's still an exclusive paradigm of sorts.

This poem is not a nursery rhyme,
For it discusses what went wrong.

Wrong with the history of Hindus,
And with the tapestry of the world.

Hanging down the global gazebos,
Is a wonderful story of lost wisdom.
My HP Poem #1999
©Atul Kaushal
...gentle breezes
tickled
the goosepimples
of breathy lovers,
caressing
their love-slick bodies

oil
of romance
dripped,
sizzling
'pon the ground
of their windswept haven

their sighs
matched the melodies
the hollow sighs
of our earth's lungs

for they
the lovers budding life
were the energy
sustaining
love...
Something to rouse the auspiciousness, the hopeful serenity, the gay serendipity of love found, and love whose losses are never feared, but embraced, and given breath to become the clearing for love planted anew, watered fresh, and grown again with purpose, praise, and peace...

As always, enjoy!

DEW
Traveler Sep 2024
These protagonists words describe
a worldview most people may not know. I do admit
I have a tendency of presenting new facts and serving them somewhat cold..
So even if for now you don’t believe, put it in the back of your mind and set it free..
Deep passion is quite luring
it gets the creative blood stirring.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Bhavani Sep 2024
pre-extraction nerves
found a seat to ground myself
anxiety spiked
the wind's whisper was
a romance of sound

satin sheets
shifting
softly
sliding
between her legs
with each gentle tug of his
her marble skin was the rapture
of his innocence
and the oarsmen
of his temptations
rowing him along
toward her
between her nubile legs

and he felt
for once
not like an invader
a Viking
a barbarian
trudging over the mountains
with lust arming his flesh
for the takings to
come

no

he felt
like a father
dutiful

yet also
like a son
respectful - obedient

yet truly, he was
her lover
who had mastered her platonic whims,
sacrifices, and conditions;
earned her trust
earned her surrender
and her, his
and her, his undying, unabashed love
devotion
humility
honor
reciprocal instincts
romantic intuitions
senses of guardianship and homage
faith...

for, he felt stronger
bedding her this day
than any woman before her
stronger
than any promise of affection
any kiss
any trust

for, she had conquered him
passionately
patiently
enduringly, with love
convincing him - resoundingly
that her heart was solely HIS

for that day,
with her inviting him into her womb
that was the start of their honeymoon
the firmament
the consummation
of their oath to love
and eternity
humanity

with no remorse for their matrimonial union...
no fear
no sorrow
no misery
no end
I wrote this as a Twitter poem last year, on the 28th of December.

Enjoy!

DEW
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