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Eloisa Sep 2021
Waiting for me today
was a grapy sky,
a purplish dusk over titian fields.
Then a familiar autumn scent perfumed the air,
the fragrant tea olive burst in orange blooms.
I ambled and paused a bit,
and watched the little ray of sun
that lingered on the horizon.
I saw an outline of my dream,
a vision above the western isles.
I held my breath and firmly thought.
I have to find my purpose.
Embrace my lows and my highs,
my weaknesses and strengths,
even the creeping darkness and
the marvelous sunrise.
I have to love life each day.
With every sunset as my witness
to accomplish something worthwhile.
Saumya Jan 2018
Walking down my lane with downturned chin
every bit of bright closing up shop for the season
I noticed a fluttering butterfly beckoning me on
leading me to an enclosed tunnel of riotous color!


Stepping inside, my view was obscured by foliage
every texture and hue with unlimited adornment
a studious lady with a clipboard stepped out from
a row of sunflowers, vivid coral with buttery edges.


I was stunned by the majesty of her shiny black hair
and I remembered reading about a plant whisperer
so I asked: “Are you the bloomin’ botanist of lore?
Please show me how you create all these colors!”

She nodded her head, with a big wide smile, saying: 'Yes! For Sure.'
We were soon amidst foliage, so green, so pure
She handed me a twig of dark pink rose,
She smiled in surprise, like a playful child,
Asked, 'Isn't this one adorable enough to be explored?'

I was thrilled to glance at the rose, the one indeed majestic enough to be explored!
She plucked a petal, and the fragnence filled my nose,
She told me of a 'pigment', called Anthocyanin
The initial chemical constituent that provides it's colours.

I pointed my finger towards a yet wonderful rose,
The one yellow, with tint of orange edges in a big wide row.
It ignited my curiosity & more to explore,
I asked: 'What's the pigment for those colours?'

She smiled & led me closer to that row,
A row whose smell grew intense and more.
She picked a petal on her palms to explore,
& told it was a blend of two colors!

The sunset yellow the flower showed, was due to a pigment called 'Carotene'
The orange tint at the petal's end
Was due to a fixed mix of Carotene and Anthocyanin!

She told that plants have a definite substance,
A chemical constituent called 'Pigment'.
These pigment yield the colors so new,
The ones we call Lavendry, rosy, grapy and  hues.

While most leafes have a common green pigment,
Which makes them so greeny in appearance
Is nothing but this common pigment,
A pigment called 'Chlorophyll' often.


I was thrilled, amazed, and smiled so wide,
To quench the thirst, my mind always strived!
These flowers, these plants, these leafes and trees that surrounds us all sides,
Have a natural colour pallete, named 'Pigment'' inside!
The one that imparts the colors so bright.

And while my heart was imbibed in this thought,
My soul danced to discover this merry thought.
My mind, My eyes, got stuck at a flower!

The flower was adorable, with a lotusy pink view,
But I saw a bee, dancing around & singing, buzzing.
I gazed, I watched, I wondered, and pondered.
My mind had a question, which urged the answer!


I turned then to my plant whisperer,
For a yet new answer,
She turned back with her utmost grace,
Asked 'Is there a new question for me to be answered?'


I pointed my hand towards the bumblebee,
I asked why was she dancing around those flowers incessant and merrily?
Are those flowers in any ways necessary for those bees?
What are those creatures doing, minsculely in the centre of the rose disc?


She smiled in delight, with a radiant face in confidence,
I was sure, she'd teach me something interesting then!
She told me they were helping the flower with pollination,
They are nature's pollinating agents!


The flowers we see, with the adorable hues
Are bright & attractive for a reason good,
You see the bees, You'll see the birds, You'll even the honeybees doing the same the wiggle
The all come here to **** flower's sweet juice,
& While they **** it from their nectar tubes,
Their bodies pick some pollen granules!


Those pollens are the powdery make seeds,
Which are often present at the central disc.
The flies when **** the sweet flower's juice,
They sit on the structure, called 'pollen bed', and fill their 'pollen baskets' till the deeper depths!

While these bees, leave the flower at their best, ready to go to a flower next,
Their wings dust these pollen dust, to the flower's pollen tube,
Ready for the phenomenon next!
A phenomenon called 'Fertilisation' best!

The fertilisation is the fusion of male to a female's reproductive cell,
A phenomenon which forms new 'Embryonic cells'.
The Embryo formed is but the new young cell,
Ready for the cycle, it's origination led.

Nature adorns this embryo with petals,
A structure we know as 'flowers' and its  'Whorls'
The center of which forms new pollen cells,
Ready for the cycle, a part of the cycle
Of turns into a mature adult.
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Thankyou for reading
Saumya Jan 2018
Walking down my lane with downturned chin
every bit of bright closing up shop for the season
I noticed a fluttering butterfly beckoning me on
leading me to an enclosed tunnel of riotous color!


Stepping inside, my view was obscured by foliage
every texture and hue with unlimited adornment
a studious lady with a clipboard stepped out from
a row of sunflowers, vivid coral with buttery edges.


I was stunned by the majesty of her shiny black hair
and I remembered reading about a plant whisperer
so I asked: “Are you the bloomin’ botanist of lore?
Please show me how you create all these colors!”

She nodded her head, with a big wide smile, saying: 'Yes! For Sure.'
We were soon amidst foliage, so green, so pure
She handed me a twig of dark pink rose,
She smiled in surprise, like a playful child,
Asked, 'Isn't this one adorable enough to be explored?'

I was thrilled to glance at the rose, the one indeed majestic enough to be explored!
She plucked a petal, and the fragnence filled my nose,
She told me of a 'pigment', called Anthocyanin
The initial chemical constituent that provides it's colours.

I pointed my finger towards a yet wonderful rose,
The one yellow, with tint of orange edges in a big wide row.
It ignited my curiosity & more to explore,
I asked: 'What's the pigment for those colours?'

She smiled & led me closer to that row,
A row whose smell grew intense and more.
She picked a petal on her palms to explore,
& told it was a blend of two colors!

The sunset yellow the flower showed, was due to a pigment called 'Carotene'
The orange tint at the petal's end
Was due to a fixed mix of Carotene and Anthocyanin!

She told that plants have a definite substance,
A chemical constituent called 'Pigment'.
These pigment yield the colors so new,
The ones we call Lavendry, rosy, grapy and  hues.

While most leafes have a common green pigment,
Which makes them so greeny in appearance
Is nothing but this common pigment,
A pigment called 'Chlorophyll' often.


I was thrilled, amazed, and smiled so wide,
To quench the thirst, my mind always strived!
These flowers, these plants, these leafes and trees that surrounds us all sides,
Have a natural colour pallete, named 'Pigment'' inside!
The one that imparts the colors so bright.

And while my heart was imbibed in this thought,
My soul danced to discover this merry thought.
My mind, My eyes, got stuck at a flower!

The flower was adorable, with a lotusy pink view,
But I saw a bee, dancing around & singing, buzzing.
I gazed, I watched, I wondered, and pondered.
My mind had a question, which urged the answer!


I turned then to my plant whisperer,
For a yet new answer,
She turned back with her utmost grace,
Asked 'Is there a new question for me to be answered?'


I pointed my hand towards the bumblebee,
I asked why was she dancing around those flowers incessant and merrily?
Are those flowers in any ways necessary for those bees?
What are those creatures doing, minsculely in the centre of the rose disc?


She smiled in delight, with a radiant face in confidence,
I was sure, she'd teach me something interesting then!
She told me they were helping the flower with pollination,
They are nature's pollinating agents!


The flowers we see, with the adorable hues
Are bright & attractive for a reason good,
You see the bees, You'll see the birds, You'll even the honeybees doing the same the wiggle
The all come here to **** flower's sweet juice,
& While they **** it from their nectar tubes,
Their bodies pick some pollen granules!


Those pollens are the powdery make seeds,
Which are often present at the central disc.
The flies when **** the sweet flower's juice,
They sit on the structure, called 'pollen bed', and fill their 'pollen baskets' till the deeper depths!

While these bees, leave the flower at their best, ready to go to a flower next,
Their wings dust these pollen dust, to the flower's pollen tube,
Ready for the phenomenon next!
A phenomenon called 'Fertilisation' best!

The fertilisation is the fusion of male to a female's reproductive cell,
A phenomenon which forms new 'Embryonic cells'.
The Embryo formed is but the new young cell,
Ready for the cycle, it's origination led.

Nature adorns this embryo with petals,
A structure we know as 'flowers' and its  'Whorls'
The center of which forms new pollen cells,
Ready for the cycle, a part of the cycle
Of its turn to transform  into a mature adult.
Fat Panda Oct 2014
It feels squishy and soft
It looks hard and crusty
It smells grapy and sugary
It sounds squishy and fissy
When i swallow it glup glup down
my throat.
{acofoc

    Pacific

so distant so
cold

            tuna
flesh
cold

start with the weird: then work your way to the profound...
alright?

now i have to work backwards
from the artist
Beyonce
and Rihanna are too close
too black
too vinyl
too leather
and choc big choc O choke on this choc
diddy ***
i wonder where is my rhythm in thoughts
and in books and death
and this woman keeps me grounded
while Katy Perry
goes to Mars
white girl energy
i mean she goes to space
and the white *******
are making fun of her
going into male lavatories
i think that's an ask to answer
for the thai and white transgender realism
and the african homosexuality
i did wonder
what i felt at a Beyonce t-shirt
gig
working her gig not
actually going to her gig
i think that's enough of an excuse
to buy a t-shirt
i worked the gig
maybe a work t-shirt
or a Hawaiian shirt
gig shirts
the guy with the gig shirts
was he a rodie
or what was he security
body close body on body
i wonder
i'm not listening to Beyonce's Rain Dance
Rain Dance Renaissance... pt 1
with Cowboy Carter
like the interlude
or rather Enlightenment no part II
dance advent
so that's why the gay crowd
italian and spanish
i am such an easy pick
outside the club scene
and there is a club scene like
there's history
of people painting animals in caves
while having ******
come on come
on when
nature was absolving and without
sins and thoughts
oh my god
it was so weird
so weird

       dance Beyonce
and today i wanted to buy Cowboy Carter
at my local HMV
and then nothing in vinyl or CD
when mercury is solid
as sound vibrating
how mercury the metal was
report to chase against charcaol
in vinyl
how we wrote sometime ago on paper
and now in Belzeebub's pixel eyes
i cctv and no other man
working a Beynce gig
working a Beyonce gig
      i mean working for my wife
like i might be working for Beyonce
i am night and giggles
i think i am night and giggles
all white pale moon
i couldn't buy the ******* album
on AMAZON
but i could buy plenty of cowboy hats!
i could buy plenty of those!
but i didn't
there were only 7 CDs
of Renaissance
left online and some stashed
in the physical reality
in a shop
in a storage space
i mean there is so much *** vibration
that she has homosexual men worshiping
woman somehow
the music itself
she can be elevated for breaking Bach's polyphony
Beyonce is the anti-polyphony
and this is a real venture into philosophy
and thinking about music as a res per se
for the food of the mouths
res cogitans and res extensa
music as a res per se
the fire of packages and all
like burning postage stamps
buying and then Anarchist all the postoffices
burn stamps
keep the money
let us need closer to us
let us need closer to us...

          sometimes music brought around
psychopathic propagandist overtones
of ego-crushing solipsism: not the positive
solipsism of the freedom
among the schools of Ancient Greece:
i just want to hug a poodle and a pillow
and so much sub-culture
that i'm only hearing now

i worked inside and now i'm working
outside
and i'm reigning in the cowboys
and cowgirls and i'm the bull
reining in the cattle
of imaginary hats and horses
i said to the Horse:
let me work this one Shift of being Human
and being one of the few Bulls
i don't know if
but i know there are Four of You
so there must be Two of Me
because a One of Me
invokes the Tree and Alien Insects...
so no...
i don't believe even Serpents are that stupid
but from Bull to Horse
i am telling you... about Trees and Insects
and the Apes are a Democracy
where we can shoot off our ***** bank...
you get the races
and cars
i get fine tasting burgers
my flesh not the lamb
but who the Jews celebrated the bulls...
but there i go off the tangent=     =+     /+=?
and all those vibes and vying for enough
colours
because i wanted to experience
the artist after the pop youth
i mean herself
make my own music
and little Eminem i mean a dancing
monkey
i do have a background in Reggae and Jazz
they shaped the most crucial moments
in my life
i inherited that after like
a Trig
a Cosine grapy:  Jazz     Reggae
                            Jazz Reggae
a Sine graph:
                       Classical
                                            Rock
      ­                 Classical  Rock

Tan:                  Time
  Impersonal                         Space Personal
Space             and              Time
when i was walking through the crowd
i asked for their umbrellas
and i just started to pluck those mushrooms
from the fairies of women
lining up
and it was like the best club
i ever worked
it was like the microcosm of the night life
i am still working the only venue in London
where no pubs and small clubs exist
away from us alone at the Coliseum
and let's return to the quiet life
the good life
and i need to move away from London

BREAK MY SOUL:
sorry... i had to REWIND...
unlike i had to sKI{P
on the first album i got into
Cow cow: i mean that duet with
Mreyl Streep: Mylee Circus...
i can't spell her name
******* on some sweets
but the dynamic of
M People hyped on
and Gabrielle pirate
songs from the 1990s...
she's 41... an older woman:
i think i understand older women
i don't think anymore than
seeing many daughters
and i have a fat cow for a wife
and i like plenty of thigh milk
my thigh-milk and cream...

REWIND x2
found my Bodyguard song early
on the album
the album dynamic is
overtly wow!
cerebral it's like mozart yes
a learning tool
translating language
works best to be bilingual
two albums apart

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