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Queen Anne's Lace (Choka poetry)
It's great Queen Anne's Lace
Curling inward her 'birds' nest'
Closing her umbel upward
With spines of love fruits
White like snow, with pink shyness
When she touches lips of sun
These lips are bees and
He drinks her nectar, his teeth
Are caterpillars eating
Her leaves with passion
Each white flower has two seeds
Making him desire her
And her hairy stem
After blooming in clusters.
Self-forgetfulness
Gentle smooth touch
Of flower petals
Swallowing the kiss
An angry buzzing bumblebee
Fluffy and painted
Like in a thousand colors
Leaving the pollen
On the fingertip
Inhaling the pollen
For tasting the flower
Sitting in that field of daffodils
Yellow daffodils
For dreaming love
Until self-forgetfulness
For waking up
Then
When the dew
Is shining on the leaves
The breast caressing
Tasting the milk
Caressing the skin
Long hair touching
The increasing beard
And the flower flavor
Flooding the mouths
While kissing
And bearing all these..
Scanning old paintings
Withered canvas in new color,
Sentiments evaporating,
Ancient moments jumping in no time,
Washing away the colors,
Cracklings of the light,
Configuring the best angle,
Visualizing the faces with red scarring,
Understanding their riots,
Catching a rerun of the silent scream,
Hearing their heart beat,
Envisaging their static movement,
Envisaging the freedom within the florescent framework,
Stoning the reality,
Covering its eruptive erosions,
Galvanizing the ugliness.
My blue rain
Let my blue rain to hold your green of life
And save it from the cruel summer heat
We need so much, my love, to be alive
More than the dying body needs its blood.
We keep so deep in our hearts the crave,
That crave of love awaiting for its gleaming
In our Elysian dream like a soul in a grave
That colored dream engrossed by its deep meaning.
The light of our eyes is shadowed by the gray
Those clouds of suffering, clouds of awakening
Our souls need to rejoice while we need to pray
And our blissfulness is only love uplifting.
Our springs and winters are crowned and entwined
White snow gives all the glow to the exploding green
While green inside the glow of white is hidden
And life is pronged up by spring breeze like a queen.
A curve of silence as deep as a cascade of screams,
Effervescent as globs of foams filling the unwanted void,
Surrounds the green of nature, the rainbow sparkly gleams
