22~17
languid longing
above shoulders bare
grasping ornate table
to keep herself there
sparkle straps chill pale skin
clutching dress velvet~hot
toes lost in dark shadow
fire~red updo hair
stares across the abyss
i wonder what’s there
THE PSYCHEDELIC BOOK OF THE DEAD
All individuals, if remembered, will enter instantaneously into illumination.
Traverse the various worlds of existence.
The dreamer dies consciously as the guru gives instructions.
Hallucinate orgies, experience desire and disgust, float gently with the stream.
Plan a session to ask four Classically Hinduism possibilities-
the setting is your preparation for a psychedelic séance…
Remember my friend the three Bardos.
Remember three states of ego and their loss.
Remember clear lights of reality.
Remember hallucinations.
Remember on re-entry a new ego.
NOW WE WILL MEDITATE ON THE VOID:
all consciousness is part of my substance
which is
unceasing vacuous unborn
meditate
rest your mind in an uncreated state
pouring water unto water
assume the mental posture
clearly vibrantly unmodified
maintain
rebirth into routine
meditate
until you are free
ladylove
the lordly lady
In the slim.velvet gown
The sweetheart neckline
Plunging on a pearl bosom
The slender shoulders
Proud bearers of a tender neck.
The cinched waist
The bare arms.
Coffee locks
Rolled high in a bun.
My lady love leans
Inviting a kiss.
Prompt #22 (Ekphrastic j.r.m©)
Deep,
Dark,
Mysterious
her dress hid
velvety secrets.
Bored out of her mind
and out of place
nose in the air
her gaze settled
into the distance
on contemplation.
Her milky complexion
bathed aglow,
her auburn tresses
neatly tied up in a french bow.
Her name was Madame Pierre Gautreau
j.r.m©
Hour Twenty-Two, Ekphrastic
Circumlocution
Round and round we go
I see you watching me while
watching you watch me
Bedtime Story
“Big as a house it was!
I never knew goldfish had teeth
Until that moment.
I’d gone from predator to prey
Diving the depths of that
Florida bay.
I was but a nibble.
The manatee he ate was
A much better portion.
And that’s how I escaped.”
Little Charlie giggled.
“Grandpa, there’s no such thing.”
“Oh, but there is!
And that is why, sweet boy,
we never let goldfish
Swim in the toilet.”
Prompt twentytwo
He watched her but she knew he was there
She was no fool to a quick drawn affair
A muse she had been
Since 14 years old
Many an artist painted her bones
But she sought more than a brush could give
Playing to the night
romance and danger to live
but alas her coy nature
landed again in the artists picture
hour nineteen
I am wearing the big heavy boots
to pull me down,
the door opens
and slowly i climb down the stairs.
You are carrying the hopes of the whole of humanity on your shoulders,
Harry shouts into my earpiece.
I could have done without those encouragements.
My rucksack is so heavy.
I reach the ground, and move aside,
two bags are thrown after me.
The hopes of the whole of humanity, i think.
Am just looking for a bit of water to save us all from drought.
I love this planet,
very sandy,
not a lot of light too far from the sun.
but empty, only me,
shame about the big heavy boots.
Unblemished Face
Unblemished Face
Hidden emotions deep behind
Otherwise unblemished face
Small eyes looking for light from some dark corner
Lips mistimed a quiver
Patience shifting to the slender limbs
Sauntering towards an end.
Hour 22
@varenyas
The Midas Touch
The Midas touch hast made me eternal,
Such is thy pleasure and fillest my soul
Brimming with freshness of life.
At the enigmatic touch of thy hands
My lil, bleak heart loses its limits
In ecstasy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy Pandora gifts, though days pass and,
Still pourest and still there is room to fill.
I lil know how sing, my Sweets, but
Thy deep brown eyes speak in silent amazement.
Thy sparkling eyes illumine my world.
The holy gaze of our deep rooted love breaks
Though all social bondings and rushes on.
Thou hast captive my heart in the web of thy circle, my master!
Thy living touch upon all my limbs,
Have rendered my body so pure.
Shall keep the truth hidden, till the
End of life, as the kindled reason in my mind.
I plea for a moment’s occupancy to search thy side.
Tete-e-tete and dedicate our life in overflowing leisure.
Shunning away all burdens, I bow to thee,
Where thou keepest company, my desires from thee
Are many and has been wrought through and through.
24×7 I languidly wander in dreams for search of thee
By my side, an uncertain desire, keenly awaiting for thee
To shower thyself into my wide open arms.
Sweets you fill my soul wit thy silence.
Thy perfect sweetness had blossomed
In the depth of my heart!
Oh! My Sweets, the gates of the Direction’s heart
Are opine for thee; I implore thee to
pass like an unfathomable dream.