They are meant to be kept
Under chastity quilts
By function they excrete;
Stink and a shame to exhibit
Damn with these new age tastes
Cat-walking are private parts
With unabashed conceit
Acts done under thick night sheets
Are moaning wild on blue screens
Voyeurs are hailed as connoissures
And sadists as epicurians
Yeah! Waning must be the effects
Of forbidden wisdom fruits
On humans; eons after; at last
Blinded are they of distinction
Between beauty and obscenity
i like this one alot its a mind puzzler nice images, and well chosen words.
Sathya, All the same until then has not died aspirations to this forbidden fruit... 10......... Best wishes, Tsira
Again a great piece Bhayya... This time I fully agree to what you are saying here... Very well-penned indeed... Why human form is always inclined to forbidden things...? Is this an innate curiosity or obsessive compulsive nature of us...? I don't know but I know you have written a great poem here... Thanks for sharing... Regards, Kamran
Fairy tales and metaphors Forbidding are religious dogma The sorrowful felt 'Apple', of which no serpent will tempt tease, rather- Love and life procreation, hath no rules Amantes - Lover's consensual, delight Do they passion, of distinction 'Between beauty and obscenity? ' (Another version. I dare to share-) Eros Prose Thoughts begin feelings of sin within flesh and bones Festering moralists infecting clones Energies driven Power of love Paths to warmth... between pillars upholding our very being Ecstasy awaits! penetrations, sensations revelations 'Seeds of Life' within a nesting egg Orgasmic creations 'Universal Displays' Louie Levy
I truly resonate with this one - - - this has wisdom hiding in the final verses which speaks of the effects from forbidden fruits - which in these so-called enlightened days are disregarded - - thank you for pointing this out to the reader Sathya, , , , and keep writing. I loved the flow of this piece......10 from Fay.
Powerful words, Sathya. When did everything become so distorted? Is nothing sacred anymore? Some things are best appreciated privately or the magic is lost. Linda
true so true, a very good write with strong use of metaphor bhayya, thanks for sharing 10++++ rgds asif
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gone is the distinction between beauty and obscenity... what with pelvic gyrations dubbed as dance and moaning is enjoyed as music!