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Jamie L Cantore Jun 2016
How kind & lovely dost thou build shame
Which, like rot lies in the aromal petal
Doth see the allure of thy flowering name
Yet, in a sweetness dost thou sin entail!
Thy lips do speak the romance of thy days,
Making immoral mention on thy sport,
One cannot criticize but in a type of rave;
Naming names confirms a sinister report.
Yet, in a heavenly house such vices willed,
Which for their residence chose them thee,
Where Beauty's shroud doth veil such filth
All things turn fair, (far as the eyes do see!)
Take care, fairest dearest, of this advantage;
The sharpest wits ill used loses their edge.
Shubhkiran Jun 2023
Casting aromal spell
Dainty petals of Rose
The loveliest present
For me you chose
My tinest of talks
You listen , you heed
Your smile ,your kiss
Is all I need
Not even need to
Speak of Love
Your lovely deeds
A blessing from above
Make me fly
Make me bloom
Among the stars
To the moon
                   Shubhkiran
Travis Green Sep 2021
His enticingness excites
My nervous system
The way he bewitchingly
Bites his bottom lip
Perfectly peering at me
With his dark smoky brown eyes

His celestial complexion
Carries me into his
Ardent department of hotness
Dreaming of holding him

My hands drift
Over his smooth bareness
His satin-sensual chest
The sumptuousness of his abs
Aromal armpits, ***** licks
Gliding down his shoulders
Biceps, forearms, and palms
Greatly reverencing his emotive scenery
IF ALL THE OCEANS WERE LEMONADE!

Climbs up on my lap
as if she were scaling an Alp

sits on my book like
she see the cat do

manoeuvres herself so
she is enthroned

on the lap
of the Dad.

Stabs a finger
at a bunch of words.

"What...say?!"
as if only I can hear

the words
voices.

"Well, it's interesting that
you ask...!"

I switch to another
bunch of words.

She's not to see
the sleight of mind,

"Charles Fourier
he say..."

I see the hope
leap into her eyes

as I translate the furry
man's thought.

"When all the world
and the people in the world

finally get to be
as nice as nice can be

all the oceans
with turn to lemonade.!"

She gasps.

Nods that that is how
things should be.

Leaves my knee
a devoted Fourierist.

The original bunch of words
she had chosen would be

that much harder
to explain.

That the moon was a dead mummy
that would eventually give way

to not one but five
living replacements.

An ocean of lemonade
lapping at the docks

splashing over rocks
chasing you up the beach

being the easier of
the thoughts to hold.

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Then my little three year old treasure got down and danced to the Háry János Suite and became a mechanical little doll( "Wind me up..wind me up!" )to the strains of the Viennese Musical Clock before complaining that the trombones were pushing her about..life with a little girl is anything but dull!. She was enraged she couldn't read and ask "Why I can't hear what the words are saying!"

She would also listen to Joyce on record and not be a bit nonplussed at the Wake as she could make sense of the sound and wasn't put out by the stature of what she was hearing. I asked her what did she think the man with the funny voice was saying and she said "I think his granny just died like my granny died!" She was an epiphany!

Fourier's theoretical system, described by one scholar as "vast and eccentric, was only part of the output of what another called "a most riotous and unpruned imagination."
Fourier believed that in the new world people would live for 144 years, that new species of friendly and pacifistic animals such as "anti-lions" would emerge, and that over time human beings would develop long and useful tails.
Fourier also professed a belief in the ability of human souls to migrate between physical and "aromal" world. Such thinking was set aside during the last 15 years of Fourier's life, when he instead began to concentrate on testing his economic and social ideas.

Fourier's disciples, including Albert Brisbane and Victor Considerant, later pared down his writings into a comprehensible system for economic and social organization, with the Fourierist movement experiencing a brief boom in the United States during the mid-1840s, when some 30 Fourierist associations were established.

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