All Joe king aside

Humor iz vital stove topface
component to survive the cares
and concerns oven uncertain
culinary future, that presages

over heating of this planet
concomitant with extinction
per the human race. Many
gauges point toward an
irrevocable debacle where

the evolutionary timer seems
to tick, head, and (hmm…
more like barreling) toward
becoming a cooked goose.

An ear splitting ruth less
buzzer will be an impossible
mission to clap quiet while
steam issues out the airwaves

from stymied paunchiest pilot
light buck kit brigade. If and/
or when such a fiery fate befalls
this arrogantly bombastic,

conceitedly egoistic, forlorn,
grievously hapless, irascibly
jangling, kookily middling
luddite, he hopes his demise

will be brutish, short and nasty
while surviving foreign legion
members of locked humanity
hob bull along the blitzed
boulevard of broken dreams.

Whatever provokes a maniacal
person to laugh as the world
turns tumultuously affecting
a surreal ambience akin to the
edge of night (especially with

dark shadows) may appear
wantonly vapid unspooling
threnodies sotto voce.
Rational quartermasters
promulgated outlandish no mans land.

Knowledge jackknifed ideal
humane gentility. Febrile earth
lings’ dragnet cleaved bona fide
actualization. What other option

available to tinker, tailor, soldier
spy except to chuckle at the folly
gingerly loosened upon the terra firmae?
Nothing short of an uproarious chortle

would be prescribed from doctor
demento to ameliorate the tightly
wound tension arising from local

or global aggression arising from
bullies calling their bluff fed goat
bluster, division by the zero
sum game of thrones. Thus,

this mechanically nonsensical,
pop sic cull *** purée to throw
fire retardant on the conflict frission
intonating loopy outré playfulness

with words hoop ping quadratic
equations totally add further
meaninglessness. Hence **** friend,
aye axe hew, how does humor get decided?

Laughter versus humor All Joe king aside.
Jest parody offers funny types of humor.
Seriously folks. What spurs this laughter?
Repression of natural mandated libidinal
kickstarter jammed in high gear feeds

e-z dropsy clodhoppers bursts of hyena
sounding eruptions! The cervical contractions
puffed up like jiffy pop laced pompadour,
increased with greater frequency and

intensity asthma due date approached
(which felt like violent shaking of the
biological ***** re: me), especially
prominent when “mother” gracefully
described Arabesque. She gravitated

to modus operandi sans professional
ballet dancer like a duck would drake
to water, and salve and duff heat whirled
pool ache kin to preparation H - soothing

the pain in the *** of hemorrhoids. Hours
elapsed with incessant stretching (while
in a standing pose) blithely drawing one leg
or the other up against those roseate ****** cheeks.

Even when quite progressed along
the family way with yours truly, thy
status while in utero where ******
stretched akin to a taut rubber band

near ready tubby (or knot tibia) snapped,
like ballet slippers suspending balanced
***** of toes pointed to maximum flexion,
or inflated balloon ready to pop beyond
capacity or, bulged in utero, she maintained

a fanatic, maniacal, and slavish veneration
asper the rigorous being a choreographed
top notch ballerina. This passion to bend
body electric defied laws of fig newton’s,

finagled parallel dimensions, and hugged
joie de vivre limbs maintaining nonchalant
passion recognized talent unbridled versatility
waiving youngest attaining burlesque,

Churrigueresque dramatic elegiac fluidity
transformed thine mama into a holographic,
kaleidoscopic, and opportunistic piquant
rondelet thru vitality, whimsicality, and zealotry.

Gracefulness hove spectators to behold defiance
asper flexibility of muscles in conjunction with
defiance of physics. Once immersed in a classical
routine, thee supple rubbery form assumed

by thine mother ******* focused klieg lights
upon wondrous kinetic magic. An audience
member vicariously experienced dalliance
of some mind-numbing narcotic minus
the addiction. Stupefaction trans fixed gaze

upon the dynamic parameters of space
and time to present an enchanting move
able feast replete with operatic poetry,
quixotic romanticism, and sculpturesque

statuesque totemic union verging on affects
cast by a singular whirling dervish. A
heightened indoctrination of jubilation
radiated from every cell of this artiste

in motion. Pirouettes cast grotesque dark
shadows and etched the faux edge of
night scenario with gigantesque ghoulish
phantasmagoric veterans of many tragic-

comic composers long since vetted into
the storied ballroom of fame. No surprise
then that when mine exit from the berth
canal of stage nom de plume Harriet Harris

witnessed by a full house, my denouement
propelled from the tender vittles tulip ruffled
private naughty bits induced balletic movements.
Meanwhile me mum (real name christened Chrys

Anne Thumb) busily intensely engrossed herself
(terrifically totally tubularly) within whose inter
twined arms and legs that emulated an analogy
to a pretzel held me snug as a bug in rug. A pause

(which many interpreted to initiate an applause)
sprung a contagion of hand clapping that drowned
out the impetus signifying the first breath of
this wordsmith. Only as the slap happy flesh

diminished did ardent hard fans of a triumphant
fancy feast and foot loose Gangnam style winged
goddess take stock of the starlit cradling a newborn.
Frightful faces and peculiar sounds appeared scary.

Thence spurred via submit able exertion climaxing
with a riveting acrobatic contortion (essentially
forcing this now grown baby boomer former chap -
lain cocooned for nine months within the womb),

thyself made headway into an alien world, whereat
this full term new born did provide his own wailing
lyrics (even at that tender infant hood, an iconoclastic
antiestablishmentarian). This now grown baby boomer

chap lain cocooned for nine months within the womb,
who sought nothing more nor less than that which
necessitates being swaddled, pampered, mollycoddled,
cuddled, bundled, and held close to the *****. As

grown middle-aged madman (albeit married to
X-Files rabid fan) still craves, desires, and gloms
toward picturesque pairs of pendulous pliant plump prized
politically incorrect breastworks.

Smell the perfume somewhere
waiting the heart beat
For the arm wrapping gently
The odour is inviting life
for the roseate kisses of death ....

Dear death ,
Please , Don't flirt with life
cause I want affair with you

(a projection, genuflection, and extrapolation - if/when thine eldest "star student" progeny becomes the bride of one lucky guy)

with ur svelteness quite outstanding and accompanying zeitgeist tub boot my knowledge iris see vd reprieve from arm hug get n escort rub bing bliss until thee betook by another down thee aisle of life a pub
lick venue, where eyes bet cha yar er re: zist ta bull n deaf fin knit nub

charming slightly older gal to em ma, a puerto Rican well *** boy well worth effort form to start a family o' year own, time and tide will tell
waves of nostalgia for childhood memories may be difficult to quell

effort to cultivate relationship with omnipotent emotional ease
with nuptial savings bond, a salutary hint of success - cuz he's
a near perfect match wedded til death do ye part, locked, keys

engineered principally by fate recognized worth turning to dust
where omnipotent invisible bars anchor with mettle no gust
nor clangorous discord erupts, and neither one of ye lust
after infatuation of anther hold ye with pinterest n trust.

time to curry familiarity with ye mid haw ter, i didst waste
so unwise for this papa to express envy, and how thee taste -
of euphoria, whether single r double spaced
years 'tween offspring will not conflict with biological run -  raced
as greatest marathon - yet ardent cross country track star placed
yar mental, physical and spiritual well being, where well laced
sneakers ratcheting pedometer set other challenges faced
against duel as tempus fugit will acquiesce to grim reaper
hence, i must be mindful n make haste
to gather thine few rose rubs while ye may witness time erased
all the while the shadow of father time 2b finds me chaste.

already taking quantum leaps edging 2b come college alum n aye
a severance dissolving parental protection doth evince good bye
yet tis a relief, that few tears evidence that this papa didst cry
thus, this generic guy
doth app ply
words 2 roll like die
an image in my
mind well nigh

to evoke n elicit intrigue and say "hi"
in his atypical mode - butta not 2 pry
nor intervene un-necessarily - only to share as i try
2 exchange lite banter 2.0 n case u wonder why
u most likely did not get such an electronic sigh
email if...ye wish to chit chat or converse 'bout pry
vet matter, thus nearing conclusion, dada doth notify
a hope that ye accept my
weaknesses and faltered during your girlhood - no reason 2 lie
about detached emotional fabric - faults no excuse foreign alibi.

now before i go to sleep
ur sunny roseate countenance
   will invoke slumber within me
   like an oracle - quick n deep.

meanwhile life passes in one direction end date toward
as additional minute men slink in their swiftly tail lord
non-harried style spruced n tricked up ford.

epithets ethnocentric, writ or summons, the birth
and beginning of pataphysics, dreary ideas set aside
and conditioned, concurrently indeterminable, evils betide
man, noises and bones ossified, the mirth
of cheated demons frequent places, papers roseate worth
reading seven times after millions of chancy exasperation, qualified
soldiers groping in darkness, towns allied
with veterans, read oceanic maps and maps of the earth
are complied, pious assumptions of diverted water, patchy
knowledge of metaphysics coupled with slaves'
science ravaged, rulers' sacrifice reduced and sacrificed
rulers mediocre, rusty straps of metallics hold stones, catchy
choruses are mere repetitions of no one craves
dignity, waives privileges highly priced

You were an unlocated island
Inhabited within palm trees aligned
To cast the hazy dreams I see today
When I think about when I didn't know you.
The travellers who sailed across the roseate desert
Never thought to discover what was glowing
Like tangerine torches to lead me back into the light.
When I was given the map,
The luminosity was so defying
to how I wanted to love you,
That I wrapped myself in lurid shadows
As if they were velvety serapes
Because I was so fond of the midnight dusk.

You longed for a taste of another species
While I clung to the jungle vines that replicate my own.
Euphoric lava bottled up inside of me,
I couldn't tell you how your twisted words
Made my brain fizz like it was filled with lemonade.
As if the romantic poetry was seaweed
That you tied around every corner of the boat
I needed to pull me towards the shore
Like peonies groping their arms across my land
To steal whatever skin I had left to give.
I longed for you to unwrap the reef
And touch each and every fruit I grew for you.
But you'd already destroyed our rainforest
When your lips got tangled in someone else's mouth.
Though, I still want to go to the island.

‘I am standing on the Danish coast, near Esbjerg, admiring the North Sea at dusk. But I have a strange feeling that I am not alone

So, I looked behind

and saw you standing, smiling, walking your way towards me

We were silent watching the roseate horizon, we laughed and giggled

no words can tell what we were feeling
that only the heart knows

but then I woke up...

it was all a dream.’

I want my heart to be
Resplendent
As once was. I want
My
Roseate cheeks to sneak
Back out
From darkly dust.
I want someone to
Care
For
Me
To give me their life
And trust.
I want I want I want
Isn't that the human selfish game?
Yes!
We're all the same.

The roseate bushes watch me as I lie,
Procrastinating with star-cheering articulations
From the standers-by skiff of the season,
Fanning the deep-grooved loaves from my fragile glides:
Waken me when their condoling, the pendent chin,
Tells them that glides and that the hay is waked.

Beneath my painted skin
Caramel brown eyes
Lined precisely with a black ink
Flicked at the end
Forming the most exquisite wing
Roseate lips coloured with an oxblood maroon
A peachy radiance
Emanating from the apples of my cheeks
There's a heart
Tenderly beating
And a soul
That desires love
Try to look beneath
And reach for it
Rather than gaping and grabbing a corner of my surface
Which causes nothing but sheer pain in me

Stay with me Howl,
Sofi’s hands pressed against his wounds.
The blood gently slipped through her fingers,
evading her desperate attempts of preserving life in
his quivering body.
The blood tarnished his admiral feathers into a crimson blue,
echoing the fleeting of the roseate sky.
The war that scorched the land was to rid of an angel.
Murmurs of a curse,
a pulsing heart torn from the chest of a man.
A witch, whom bewildered by unscathed beauty
and scorned by his indifference,
sealed it in the flames of a devil.
Even so, Sofi loved him no more than the stars that he
danced in, archipelagos of the ether, where his wings
wielded the air to his command, a seraph in the stygian
skies, his smile resonated a boundless light onto a tenebrous
world, where malice had seized the hearts of men.
The crepuscule paved way for the birth of the moonflowers,
which in mourning, rose to cradle the lovers in their hold.
The wind rises and the little spirits frantically rush to
attest the passing of a love so great, that evil Cain
could not waver.
The moon rose into that brisk night,
having set its emissaries to cloak his gentle
spirit in a fabric of white light, severing the chains that
bound him to a putrid earth.
The fates had spun the thread, but adamant,
She held onto the last strand.

IN UNISON'S SPLENDOUR
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Your breath is in the fragrance of the rose , whisper in the breeze,
All is Beauty, Splendour: Heaven's surrealist surprise.
When you whistle in the air, I babble to the brook,.
You play the harp with beautuful notes with a celestial look.
All is perfect, all is melody,
Dreams float in ether in their roseate rhapsody.

The swift falling cascades  crooning to the Zephyr,
The pliant plenitude is vibrant with the Divine elixir;
The silent touch soon trembles by the timid leaves,
Rustles are vibrant in distant woodland's solemn outfit.
An asphodel Felicity spreads fast the nectar around,
I am lost in YOU and YOU in ME in the Divine playground;
The earthly life uncertain soon begins to cease,
We are ONE, lost in its profundity in this infinite release.

In Symphony's songs seized with Love's aureate wings,
The dewy dawn walks down to kiss first the Sun-bathed beams;
The Earth is joyful, Bliss-rapt, and golden attire-clad,
The New Creation filled with voluptuous vanity, forever glad.

The flight for the Unknown heights awaiting time,
The far off distant hills sing momentous songs sublime;
The ****** vesper Moon lurks behind stars with her silvery mirth,
To make our Journey a miraculous event in the sacrosanct Vast.

All things are pure, sanguine that bloom in time,.
For, Time waits for none, we must reach its never-ending rhyme;
The Blossoms of the Brown look up to the sky to rise,.
The tiresome tidings of Soil seek solace in an Elysian paradise.

The unique unison is classic, transcending mortal acts,
Triumphant, Supreme unbesieged by any earthly artefacts -
With star-cradled joy and Moon-rapt blithe,
The unbridled mind in Rapture's kingdom does forever cease.

The One Immutable embraces us in His never-ending clasp,.
To make our life Eternal, Omnipresent in His Eternal Vast.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Sri Jagannath Dham, Puri. 9th Nov 2019)

BEAUTY OF THE VAST
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 4th Feb 2020)
I scale the Sublime heights of the azure Vast
To have a glimpse of someone unique and new,
I try to walk to the incommunicable Absolute
To know the whereabouts of Beauty, that is You.

I trek the abode of the distant mountains
I spend sleepless nights in the woodland green,
I listen to stars whispering to the Moon
In night's melancholy of moments' unseen.

An aureate agony is aired around
Giving rise to the roseate dreams,
I sleep in Beauty's majestic splendour
In an unending rhapsody of the unknown Bliss.

Love's sweet lips of joy orofound
I'm wrapped in wonder of an exalted ecstasy,
Who's that who shares my kingdom
Of my solitude's private ecstasy.

The One who enters into my silvery sojourn
With golden blossoms plucked from the celestial Blue,
My eyes are euphoric with Infinity's wonder -
Of Beauty of Elegance, Oh! that is You.

I knock at the gate of the emerald Palace
Where Nature nurtures me with love and care -
Of the most beautuful heart of the eternal Beloved
Just because Beauty of Certitude is there.

I merge into the deep of the Ocean's green
Which foresees Creation's future hours,
With tidings unheard and melody unseen
Adorned with Felicity's exquisite flowers.

I'm in union with the deific Delight
I feel it in every moment of my mortal breath,
I'm being overwhelmed with Joy's paradise
It is due to Beauty of Grace beyond death.

I touch the solemn kiss of the breeze
Which soothes each and every grieving heart,
I reach the unreachable heights of Heavenly surprise
Just because of Beauty's surrealist Art.

I listen to the earnest appeal of the Earth
In forsaken hours of the forlorn march,
Beauty of Gratitude paints her Elysium grandeur
On the measureless stretch of the world canvas.

Beauty is Grace, Beauty is Splendour,
Beauty is the unforeseen Wonder,
Beauty all-pervading, Beatitude vast,
Open your door of the heart for Beauty's footprints to alight
Be a successful actor in Supreme's all-surpassing Act.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 3rd Feb 2020)

BEAUTY OF THE VAST
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 4th Feb 2020)
I scale the Sublime heights of the azure Vast
To have a glimpse of someone unique and new,
I try to walk to the incommunicable Absolute
To know the whereabouts of Beauty, that is You.

I trek the abode of the distant mountains
I spend sleepless nights in the woodland green,
I listen to stars whispering to the Moon
In night's melancholy of moments' unseen.

An aureate agony is aired around
Giving rise to the roseate dreams,
I sleep in Beauty's majestic splendour
In an unending rhapsody of the unknown Bliss.

Love's sweet lips of joy profound
I'm wrapped in wonder of an exalted ecstasy,
Who's that who shares my kingdom
Of my solitude's private ecstasy.

The One who enters into my silvery sojourn
With golden blossoms plucked from the celestial Blue,
My eyes are euphoric with Infinity's wonder -
Of Beauty of Elegance, Oh! that is You.

I knock at the gate of the emerald Palace
Where Nature nurtures me with love and care -
Of the most beautuful heart of the eternal Beloved
Just because Beauty of Certitude is there.

I merge into the deep of the Ocean's green
Which foresees Creation's future hours,
With tidings unheard and melody unseen
Adorned with Felicity's exquisite flowers.

I'm in union with the deific Delight
I feel it in every moment of my mortal breath,
I'm being overwhelmed with Joy's paradise
It is due to Beauty of Grace beyond death.

I touch the solemn kiss of the breeze
Which soothes each and every grieving heart,
I reach the unreachable heights of Heavenly surprise
Just because of Beauty's surrealist Art.

I listen to the earnest appeal of the Earth
In forsaken hours of the forlorn march,
Beauty of Gratitude paints her Elysium grandeur
On the measureless stretch of the world canvas.

Beauty is Grace, Beauty is Splendour,
Beauty is the unforeseen Wonder,
Beauty all-pervading, Beatitude vast,
Open your door of the heart to Beauty's footprints to alight
Be a successful actor in Supreme's all-surpassing Act.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 3rd Feb 2020)

You, yes, you are beautiful
God's creation, a work of art
look at your hands,
feel the radiant energy
expressed through them,
lightly caress your face,
allow sensations to return
let light pour through you again
receive, open the pathways
for you are entirely worthy
of incredible love because
you exist and are part
of this universe.  

Breathe in positive vibrations,
absorb all the roseate sunlight,
let its warmth filter through your skin,
feel each strand of hair soaking in love,
bathe your eyes in winter's
pearlescent moon-
you are reborn at dawn.

Wrap your spirit
in the understanding
that you are valuable,
and you possess such gifts
that will support and strengthen
others in their quests.

You, yes, you
have immense power,
cherish and harness its beauty
for greatness, take time to care
for yourself -especially right now-
the world needs spirits such as yours -
spread your warm heart
as a light house upon dark and troubled seas--
call restless souls to your harbors,
relish in the world's goodness,
enchant your life by giving others
peaceful energy and acceptance
for positivity will decimate pain,
fear, and insecurity -
and you are formed of
L O V E.

One should do for me
not a dream too many
neither perfumed
roseate or lavish
simple joys just as
they should be-

if there were
a million flowers
in the expansive field
before me
which should
I choose to see?

what of the feast
with fifty and one variety?
should I consume
to over-satiety?

two songs
I couldn't hear
at the same time
however sweet-
that would jar
their individual beauty

I met you so long ago
at a mutual friend's party
amidst the din and laughter
alone in a corner
you stood quietly
how well do I remember
your gentle eyes did greet me
my heart spoke silently:
' if you have but just one dream
let this be....'

I drew near
and you said:
'I'm a shy girl
from the country
seldom do I
come to the city
it's rather scary...

dad is a farmer
fourth generation really
at the village-school
I did my basic study
so often he said to me
what's the use
of a university?
girls are meant
to marry
and have a family....'

her last words
still vibrate
in my memory:
'life in the country
is calm and happy
i'll live and die there
content with
a life of simplicity
I don't need
a dream too many.....'

my job in the city
as a stock-broker
I gave up-I knew
you were meant
for me

I shouldn't
further elaborate
our gentle love
tells its story.