Passage Of Love
Buxom breasts, shrouding the wealth
Of an endowment, like no other
The devotion of motherhood, luscious copious vats
Hibernating infancy
Opened by the doors of puberty
To an ocean of opportunity, to anchor to her fatum
To snare the roaming man to her flaunting summits
To lavish upon the yearning heart, the veil of lust, the meat of love
To metamorphose her shrine for a miraculous symbiosis
As finally, her inheritance from the Gods, has embraced kismet's palms
The bequest of a symbiotic growth, nibbling her teats
Suckling her tips to engender the flow
Of the most altruistic of wealth, tides of gushing milk
A narrative of legends, where blood loses her titian luster
To embrace virgin white coats of an apical affection
Dispensed in to the yearning cavities of a fledgling toddler
The selfless passage of a potent legacy
Founded on the principle of love
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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A Canine Goddess
A canine goddess, yet colloquially a stray bitch from the streets,
Lying lifeless on a lofty corner of a wooden edifice
Masquerading as a makeshift barn
A selfless inn for the frolicking creatures
Where stacks of golden brown hay
Liberate the burgeoning heart for a circadian slumber
A lofty bed to feed the fledgling innocence of her ravenous puppies
A bequest of the Gods, as milky tides liberate themselves in passionate flows
Emanating from her shrouded succulence, her reclusive source
To dispense from luscious summits, tips of milky icebergs
As a procession of infant puppies screech and scramble
For a precious grip of her selfless hypertrophic teats
Oh what charity is bestowed by the kingdom of the beasts
The noblest of altruistic wealth, idyllically bestowed to juvenile lips
From the prelude of colostrum, to the flowing rhapsody of a snowy-white fugue
As milk erupts like a geyser, to inundate,
The gluttonous cavities of clambering puppies
Oh what a breathtaking mural a mother and her puppies bestow
Yet to the self-centered man…………..she is just another bitch proliferating in bliss!
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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A Plea For Life
Deeply rooted to the soil of her temple
Irrigated by a symbiotic aqueduct
And chutes of fertilizer sculpted by fatum
As two destinies converged in the name of love's enslavement
A uterine cradle, swelling in the grotto of her womb
Her shrine, the compass to my father's seed
As they swam mercilessly in their journey from autonomy
To the shackles of a symbiotic slavery
As murmurs of her filth gush to my listening lobes
Encroachment of a diabolical darkness, draped in the chills of apathy
As her lips sow the seeds of her emancipation
Caustic words brushing my sordid self, an ingrained abscess of pus
Spawned to fortune's grievous decree of miscreation
To be dispossessed to never to set eyes on the rising sun
As I make a valiant plea, a jingle of my crooked torso
In undiluted tides of an apical love, in my final crusade
To metamorphose her sodden apathy to a streak of tenderness
To sap one droplet of her residual entropic love
To suckle one serendipitous day………Her miraculous blood
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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The Nonsensical Enigma - Love
Love
The fusion of being
To an intangible wealth, yet a collector's bounty
When the heart is soaked by surging tides of affection
By the ingrained succulence of another life form
Partiality, transcending roots, kinship or pedigree
Fidelity, surpassing the legacy of your shadow
Devotees to commitment yet free of slavery
Reverence, exceeding faith's inventory of icons
When godship is humanized to flesh and blood
Where blood is rarely splattered, but worshiped in to flush
Where flesh is seldom mutilated, but traversed for pleasure
Where the heart is captured by both an earthly and heavenly desire
The endowment of wings to the flight-impaired
The gift of the fountain of sight to the unsighted
The bestowment of a compass to a wandering heart
The bequest on man, transcendence from mortality
To the surrealism of an earthly divinity
To hold in your heart, that nonsensical enigma - love
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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A Caramel Miracle
Gentlest of pitter-patter
Soft transient steps on immaculate floor tiles
Glistening eyes that master
The art of soft magnetized gazes
To any moving life form
Gooey stares of affection
Drooling with juvenile exuberance
In the veneers of a pristine near-nakedness
A caramel Eros with no bow and arrow in sight
Just the pumping fists of a placid fury, a mellow restlessness,
As Aeolus's lip-lock brushes his naked clay
Coats of stroma awaiting springtime,
To spring forth a progeny of fuzzy follicles
Locks that crown his apical globe,
Sprinkled with fledgling wits, cocooned in to a spherical fortress
As he speaks the language of love
A vernacular that spans a boundless continuum
From fecundity to zygotic evolution
To the virgin light that softly settles on the retina
As the eye lids unveil God's miracle
Mother earth; with her supple breasts, awaiting their turn;
For a forward metamorphosis of a fledgling life form
A baby sent forth by God's intervention
Masterminded by two consenting adults
As two worlds collided in the name of an apical love
To spawn a caramel miracle, a trove wrapped in summer cotton.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Pitter-Patter
The sound of pitter-patter
Around the scintillating corona of a blazing bonfire
In the bleakness of a sun-parched terrain
On cracked veneers where jagged scripts are engraved
In the tongue of the earth, screeching towards the heavens
As the beats of the palms, on svelte drum heads
Even the reverberating echoes of a warrior persona
Calls forth a deluge from the heavens
As the soil awaits its call for a metamorphosis from within
For the seeds of the earth to leaven, to spiral
Towards a larger than life mural of a cascading Azure curtain
To embrace falling tears from the breaching heavens
To carry forth in their arms, the bed of civilization
A bequest of the gods, the seepage of celestial tear ducts
To spawn a grove of shoots, to engender a gathering of life forms
To divide and multiply in gay abandon,
Listening to the melodies of a different pitter-patter
One calling forth the genesis of life, to the bleakest of land
As the pulsating drum beats transform to a thanksgiving prayer
An oratorio resonating towards the heavens
To sash and bouquet the attentive gods for a heavenly intervention
The advent of a pluri-genic offspring, to mother Africa
For the liberation of her maternal instincts, her supple buxom breasts
To nurture the pitter-patter of her fledgling innocence
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Human Or Not (vampire)
My heart is hollow
Like the beat of a drum
My skin is pale
Like the color white
My teeth are now fags
They lust for the teats of blood
But not just any blood
The blood of what I use to be
But I’m I not still human
What is it that makes me not
The hollow beat of my heart
The paleness of my skin
Or the lust for blood
Has your heart never been sad
Have you never spent
All summer in doors
So if it is not those things
Then it must be my lust for blood
We all need it
But I just need it a little more
So I am different but I am still human
poem by Emoly Core
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A Poya Day
A throne draped in virgin white
Flowing gently in the mildest of mistrals
Like the gentle flight of a coasting crane
Under the lofty branches of a lonely Bo tree
As the bountiful leaves part with a vivacious rhapsody
The rustle of shelves of leaves, elating the prospering dew
Yearning to spring on the unsuspecting feet of the passing crowds
As Aurora unveiled the promise of a Poya day
As the gathering crowd await the advent of a scholarly monk
For reverberating wisdom to burgeon the mind
In the fluidity of a heavenly ataraxia, a serendipitous tranquility
Tides of an apical serenity embracing the sands of the porous psyche
As the mistral gathers vivacity, a lonely monk ascends to his apical seat
A worldly acumen resonates from the epicenter of the monk's voluble lips
To harness grains of benevolence, to nurture the voracious appetites of thawing minds
To cater to the famished intellect, to engender a transformation from within
To fuse in to the resonance of goodwill a lonely monk bestows
Worldly wisdom jumping across through mental faucets
To enliven the conscience, to lend a helping hand to the marginalized
All this wrapped in the articulate sermons of a Poya day
As the full moon appears in the twilight sky, one can envision
The shimmering coronas of a submerged psyche swamped in wisdom
Yearning for an act of deliverance to ghettos of contemporary life
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Counting the wealth of a thought
Counting the wealth of a thought
~
Her name woven
Deeply into my thoughts
Pins to my heart
Every facet of her beauty
She is joy and hope
She is loves legacy
~
I ask only of myself
Am I worthy enough
To keep such love safe
To retain her hand
Am I a man of wealth
In many different ways
~
Not the wealth of a profit gained
Nor the power which others seek
But the strength of soul
The fight of a good heart
Can I be deserving of her
To fulfil her dreams
Can I be all she asks
Am I enough
Just being me
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Blossoms and My Love
The unusual winter warmth,
Has brought the spring fever in the nature and in my heart,
The pink, purple and white blossoms are blooming all around,
just reminding me of your warm and sensuous loving heart.
How can I compare your beauty with the spring blossoms?
In red blossoms, I see your luscious red lips,
In white blossoms, I see your beautiful body,
The purple blossoms, reminds me of the depth of your eyes,
Closer I get to the blossoms,
closer I get to the God's intricate creation,
Closer I get to your loving affection,
closer I watch the heavenly smiles on your lips.
Under the blossoming tree I walk,
the fragrance fills my love yearning heart,
When I hug you with my sincere love,
your sweet 'I love you' words, fills me with eternal love.
poem by Jay P Narain
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Beauty is Fleeting
Men why run after her beauty
For when she old what good will she bring
With beauty here today and gone
Tomorrow there’s no anchor
Beauty doesn't hold it grabs so why lust
It brings no fortune but a woman who love God
Bring a man wealth not the one the bank stores
But the wealth that comes from the God
For what can Beauty do for me besides inflict her pain on me
She is hurt in her own insecurity’s
But a women who fears the lord build her security in him
So my brother take this to heart and don't
Let her beauty tear you apart
poem by Joshua Winfield
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Virgin not the most beautiful
The eve of puberty, the aftermath of puberty,
The post-consummation, the conceiving,
And the early motherhood are the stages
When a woman adds lustre to her looks.
It is young mother who peaks her best.
Why then do all harp on virgin beauty?
10.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Come And Suckle Me...
The night is long and lonely
Sleep is evading me
Come to my bed, my love
Come and suckle me…
Suckle me with your lingering lips
Suckle me on my protruding tips,
Latch on to me and suckle me baby
For you’ve always loved suckling me…
As ever, whenever you’ve needed me
By your side, at your service,
I’ve always complied, given in
To your love for me,
To your lust for me…
You and me, partners in fantasy
We’ve spent many a night together
Holding each other, giving the other
Immense pleasure and ecstasy…
So here I come again to you
Inviting you, arousing you
Unhook me with your exploring fingers,
Unbutton my shirt, one by one
Cup my breasts with your hands
And let your caresses tease me…
Come and suckle me, my love
For tonight is a lovely, long night,
And I need you by my side
With your warmth, with your touch
Give me that cherished old ecstasy
Melting away the loneliness in me…
Your lips encircling my nipples
Your tongue creating ripples
Your mouth suckling me slow
And I on the verge of ‘over-flow’…
The rest is all history
For it happens all over again
The present re-living its past
Me dousing into your passion,
And we seducing ourselves
To the culmination of our fusion.
Now sleep evades us no more
Tired yet satiated
Loved and re-loved
Bonded and cocooned
In each other’s loving embrace,
Sleep overcomes us
As we overcome our dreams,
Having fulfilled our fantasies…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Time Is Here
The new world training centre of love,
And of the great psychological move towards your mind;
It comes from Yahweh's calling but 'Isis' was identified with Hathor.
In the summer of your love i will visit you my sweet one,
But do remember your pots of meat in the winter time;
For the post man will bring in your letters and,
Through the James River in Virginia you will meet me.
You can encourage or discourage someone,
For the time is here to make your love flow like a river;
And i am just like a little lamb closer to you always.
The prophets are foretelling the coming destruction,
But bewteen you and the woman are more stories to say;
So do not lust after the wealth of the gods around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Luxor Of Luxuries
Thy wealth is of thy labours!
Thy luxury is of the works of thy labours!
Thou who has never taken from any cunningly!
Thy who has never gone a-plundering!
Thou who has never taken from any his earnings forcefully!
Thou whose bread and wine is just!
Thy luxury pleases me!
Let not my bread and wine be from plunderings!
Let not my meat be gotten thievery!
Thy kind of wealth is my desire!
Nay! On thy table, there be not the meat for animals!
In thy cup, there be not wine from the orchards of inferiors!
Thy wealth is wealth indeed!
For there be no stains of paupery thereof!
Luxor! Oh luxor! !
Give to me of thy wealth!
That i mayest hold up my head amongst men!
That i may say boldly!
I am of luxor the great sun that shines upon all of his wealth of light!
To thee oh luxor! My heart calls out!
I am well as well!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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A Drop of Rain
Dropping from unforeseen heights
From within the resonating heart of a weeping Nimbus
As the cloud cover lazily distends
To plaster the limitless wall of a heavenly fortress
In its luscious coatings of an Azure complexion
As celestial tear ducts seep a valiant tear
Dropping from apical altitudes to the suspecting soil
Sun parched land veiling the secrets of the earth
As beneath the cracked veneers, a bed of seed await their turn
To pack the soil with die-hard stems of leafy chimneys
To save mankind from the guillotines of a sun-baked terrain
Germinating the hopes of the magicians of the soil, Midas's apostles
Sowing their seed with a wand of thought, firmly clasped in to their palms
As a luscious November awaits for a sprinkle from the heavens
The legacy of the seasonal Monsoon, a promise from the Gods
To cultivate hope even in the direst of landscapes
To burgeon the soil with tides of green, for a timely transformation in to golden grains,
As a single droplet of water from the rupturing skies
Metamorphosed arid despair to steadfast optimism
The promise of a fertile crescent logging with golden grains of Serendipity
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Drive is environment molded
One must crave at least one of the
Three: Love, Power or Wealth.
Womanizers and martyrs for love,
Despots and saviors for power
And misers and robbers for wealth
Have been craving since infancy.
18.10.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is commonly observed that a sudden wealth, like a prize drawn in a lottery or a large bequest to a poor family, does not permanently enrich. They have served no apprenticeship to wealth, and with the rapid wealth come rapid claims which they do not know how to deny, and the treasure is quickly dissipated.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My Shangri-La
My hearts longs for you, my princess
As your yesterday thaws with my ingrained desire
As I reminisce my hunt of you in a fog of pheromones
Guided by the aroma of your inflorescence
The lavender of my heart's yearning
With an impeccable skin tone, the heritage of bamboo
With glinting eyes submerged in ivorian desire
A visage transcending the honesty of the full moon
Naive like sugar cane yet refined like maple syrup
Symmetrical as a honey comb, even sweeter than honey
As your imprints of yesteryear left a legacy of yearning
Famished like a lion stranded in the middle of the Sahara
Gasping for your fragrance, quenched of your apical taste
As my senses waltz to the essence of your mortality
Longing for providence to pave footpaths of destiny
To sculpt a crossroad to your oasis
Your exhaling caryatid, my Shangri-la
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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