**** Arc Of Soul Mates ***
The arc of my brain reshaped for
The room to fill senses and madness
Acronyms and seduction amalgamated
Boundaries of essence essentials
Drawing the lines of segregation
The day would come when the sun
Touches the earth and everything turns
To dust but it’s you and me
Remnants of love’s great
Bolstering history of ancient trade
Kuakata Beach
Sitting on the sands of the Bay, a small sea
Gigantic waves throw themselves on the sands, I see;
Methinks a true fact the sea never knows, is
How horribly, hungrily and thirstily it roars!
Curious people swim, surf, play ridding on the waves
The huge waves bear them on quivering backs;
But sharks sometimes fear them terribly
And sometimes, under waves some are lost unfortunately;
.sex Scandal
Women expose breasts
seen in public jeeps
in wet-dry markets
not censored pornographic expose'
for humanitarian milk-feeding child
2 yrs. old and below...
Curved hips, shadow pelvic bones
painted butts, brushed by fine artists
a naked obscene exhibit
Body Surfing
Reading physics in the Charger
at North Bondi; after a while
it gets hard to concentrate.
All that sunlight.
Clouds moving just fast enough
to be boring if you watch them,
totally different the next time you look.
All that wind.
Mask
You came, You conquered,
You took us by surprise,
We depend on you,
We live by your side,
We worship you as our mother,
Is this the gift you give your children?
We made our lives only on your resources,
Whenever we are in distress,
We sit by your lap,
We adore your silent procession
Broken Heart
I spread my heart before you
As serenades at your threshold
Straining every vein of mine
Into a tune of melodious love
But …Alas
Glued are your eyes
To the wide blue yonder
Scanning through
The mists of phantasm
Into the Empyrean realm
Ground Swell
Is nothing real but when I was fifteen,
Going on sixteen, like a corny song?
I see myself so clearly then, and painfully--
Knees bleeding through my usher's uniform
Behind the candy counter in the theater
After a morning's surfing; paddling frantically
To top the brisk outsiders coming to wreck me,
Trundle me clumsily along the beach floor's
Gravel and sand; my knees aching with salt.
Is that all I have to write about?
Feather
Feather.
Feather white feather bright
fell from angels wing tonight
surfing gently to the floor
by my side for ever more.
Feather white feather bright
guardian angels sitting right
if when life is feeling duller
! A Girdle Round The Earth - I Fly, Master!
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Her Life And Likings (Anacreontic Verse)
Her Life And Likings - Anacreontic Verse
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She was born
In March 2015
In May 17, she
Came out of home;
Unusually
If she is
On the sea beach
The Supremes
In Ball's Market after surfing till noon,
We stand in wet trunks, shivering,
As icing dissolves off our sweet rolls
Inside the heat-blued counter oven,
When they appear on his portable TV,
Riding a float of chiffon as frothy
As the peeling curl of a wave.
The parade m. c. talks up their hits
And their new houses outside of Detroit,
And old Ball clicks his tongue.
*15 Minutes
<font color=darkviolet>Another one for Cassandra.
15 minutes
spent playing the guitar,
reading a book,
watching TV,
talking on the phone,
surfing the web,
swimming in a pool,
laughing with friends,
(red) Indian Summer
Today you’d have been a happy-go-lucky girl:
A teenager up to your eyes in make-up and Maths,
Chatting on MSN and mobile,
Reading chick-lit
And surfing certain bits of the Web
You’d probably prefer
Your parents didn’t know about.
But you were born into a nation and tradition
‘On the cusp’:
A Woman Of Distinction
25
just finished
studying Shakespeare
at Wisconsin for my MA
then teaching
in Spinoza high school
a kid, myself, really
had Laura Adair
in my VW bus
just hopped in
! Prufrock Agonistes
I am growing old,
I am growing old;
I should stop wearing surfing shorts
below my belly fold.
***a Dedication To Readers Of My Verses!
*** A DEDICATION TO READERS
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A habit I had developed, after my retirement!
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ago, -
Since with the passing of years memories do fade
you know? !
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(question Of The Heart)
I feel the adrenaline surfing through my heart
I feel sweat all over my weakened heart
Upon mentioning of your name my heart is lost
Where is it, please give it back
It is all i have to make it through another day
I love you
In search of my lost heart, i have expectation
In turn i have found nothing but self imposed disapointments
How do i make it through another day with my weakened heart
Surf In My Eyes
Dive into the ocean of my eyes
and surf into my life
Float into my dreams and
look into the world from my side
Capture the views of my sight
There is nothing much I have to hide
You will see the truth of life
And may drown in tears of joy
Or attacked by dangerous sharks
But in blink of my eyes days will pass by
(aaaa) .Water's Life And Seems Alive
Waves on the rocks a'crashing
In it human feet go splashing
And elsewhere in the swollen river
'gator tails go thrashing
Water may be stagnant or it may be thus moving
Sometimes softly dripping
at times forcefully gushing
In brooks babbling
In streams gurgling