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flowers of pleasure

 

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Enchanting, Intoxicating, Fascinating,

Enveloped in a trance of fragrance

As a sweet mirage of romance floating

Up to her lustrous eyes welled with pearls

Of liquid dreams, misty wishes in beads

Of bubbled evanescence that flashed upon

Her watery eyes sparkling like diamonds,

A sweet vision of Beauty descends upon 

Her lithe figure wrapped in lovely heaps

Of Roses, Bergamots, Jasmins, and Peaches

In Every Possible Variety of Pleasures. 

 

P.S.: This is a rather playful limerick that came upon my mind during bathing. The new set of bathing kits was filled with wonderfully lovely scents extracted from the aforesaid flora, which instantly uplifted my spirit. I felt like bathing in a fairy lake hidden in a magic forest or Aphrodite’s Beach in Cyprus with the glamorous spell cast on me that would be unbroken – forever. 

Wandering cloud

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Water Lilies by Claude Monet

Like a wandering lonely cloud

Skybound, Softbound, Spellbound,

I walked down to the lonely street

In the silver shimmering daylight,

Lingering in the horizon beyond

Reflecting on the shining pond.

 

P.S. I took a walk at the park this beautiful afternoon and saw a pretty pond therein. It was sparkling with the reflection of sunlight, which made me wonder if this had been what Anne of Green Gables might have seen on the way to the Green Gables with Matthew from the train station and named it “Lake of Shimmering Waters”. 

spiritual soldiers

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The Battle of Alexander at Issus, 1529 by Albrecht Altdorfer

The passion I find a rebel

From the cell of Reason

With loud dander of Babel

Raising an army of sedition

To rule the royalty of the soul

In its allegiance to Impulse alone.  

 

The Reason I turn wakeful

From the chamber of Temperance

With swift reveille at evenfall

Raising an army of dominance

To guard the palace of the soul

In its sovereignty over Instincts withal. 

 

P.S.: It’s a self-evidentiary poem about a battle of Passion and Reason, Id v. Superego, or Pleasure v. Morality, the neverending conflicts of the dichotomy of the body and the mind that has invoked myriads of imaginations culminating in intellectual treaties and artistic opuses throughout the history of civilizations. The equanimity of the mind results from successful governance of instincts, the raw emotions that Reason must tame to transform them into ideas and thoughts. This sounds easier said than done, but it’s true. Sometimes, doing a simple thing is the hardest thing to do. 

nature’s loves

 

The radiant morning she saw

Flatter the green tops

With her twinkling eye,

Touching with golden hands

The pretty coastal meadow,

Kissing the blue sky with 

Lovely vivacity.

 

P.S.: California is still in lockdown, so all the public beaches and state parks are closed. However, that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate the beauty of nature even from a distance, such as I did early this morning. As Shakespeare said, “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin’, I felt like my heart’s filling with infinite generosity and munificence for humankind despite its recurring and intractable follies and vices. I saw a medicine that’s able to soothe heartaches and allay malaise and fatigue of the mind and body. 

shadow love

 

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Rouged and primmed

A plain old maid,

in sunshine and shadow

Had traveled long

Humming a song

In search of her beau.

 

But she grew old,

She’s growing older

And a terror of shadow

speared as she saw

nothing but a shadow

of her elusive beau.

 

And, as her crushed hopes

Collapsed her forged hopes.

She closed her eyes and ears

To let go of her false hopes

Of chasing the cruel shadow

Of her haughty elusive beau.

 

Her old, plain, tired shadow

Cast upon the last sunlight

Of the twilight in the sunset

Rested in the breezy meadow

And watched the hazy shadow

of the sunset looking like her beau.