Priceless (A Poem by Nandita Yata)

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I have never had a guest on my blog, but what better time than now.  This is a poem written by my dear friend Nandita Yata.  She will be replying to your comments.  I will interject if and when it is needed.  Thank you for reading.

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Priceless

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You have given me
the freedom to be
myself when everyone wanted me to change
you embraced me when everyone called me strange
You have understood me
where everyone else failed
you didn’t just stand by my silence
you glorified it by deafening the world
But of all the priceless gifts
you have given to me
the one that is the most special
is the one you built for me
this sanctuary where I bleed
without having to worry
about explaining
why my blood is the colour it is.

Forget How To Breathe

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That one friendship can cause so much hate mail is unimaginable.

Seriously, I am  considering shutting down my blog.  I know my friend Nandita is shutting down hers.  All because of hateful people like Aruna, and two other vicious cowards hiding behind the names of Juanita and Jill.  At his moment, I have little desire to read posts if I can’t read one of my favorite poets.  And if everything I say or do leads to her pain, why bother to stay in WordPress?  You are leaving me with no choice.

This is for you N.

 

Forget How To Breathe

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You think I could rip you

from my Velcro heart

Perhaps it would be easy

for you to forget me

All this time

You only had to miss me

While I had the Godforsaken curse

Of having to missing you

Forget you?

I know I can’t

I won’t even try

It would be so much easier to

Forget how to breathe.

Your Love Always Surrounds Me

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In a recent conversations with my lovely friend writer Sarah Potter I found myself challenged to write a poem mixing nature with love.  Here is my submission.  If you would like to read Sarah Potter’s beautiful words you can find her at Sarah Potter Writes.

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Your Love Always Surrounds Me

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Alone on a park bench
A kaleidoscope of butterflies perched on me
colouring my loneliness
describing your love so tenderly
The sun blushed on me
A soft breeze grazed my trembling cheek
The butterflies smiled at me
These are the signs of your love I so seek
They led me to an oak
It stood tall and firm with leaves of green
Then a flower in bloom
Akin to the beauty of a love so serene
Waterfalls speak of you
You caress me like drops of falling rain
Drench yourself in her love
Their sweet words slowly eased my pain
They gave me much to take
No matter where I go or what I see
Now, I am never alone
Cause your love always surrounds me

Your Body Is My Obsession

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Imagine Lonely Author standing besides his beach chair. Baseball cap worn backwards, bling bling on every finger, and a thick chain hanging around his neck with the words “Gangsta Poem Boyz.”

Now, for a little change of pace.  Presenting the sinful, soulful, sexy, smooth sounds of DJ Lonely Author.

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Your Body Is My Obsession

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Let me be the rhythm
that rocks your swaying hips
Let the taste of me linger
like that red gloss on your sexy lips

I want to be the sinner
Who watches you undressing
I want to be the priest
cause it’s your body I’ll be blessing

Baby you’re making an impression          (Chorus)     
I want you to be my possession
Baby I got to make a confession
Your body is my obsession

Need to be your baker
You’ll be the pastry that I’ll devour
Need to be a time keeper
So I can take you hour after hour

Your body is my obsession
It is the only thing I’m dreaming of
So let me be the one who provokes
your delicious cries of love.

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(Lonely Author drops mic and walks off the beach).

 

 

we are one

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And now back to our regularly scheduled programming (yes you guessed it) – LOVE.

we are one

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Please don’t ask me what are we
For the tugging of your heart is my gravity
You are gentle wind chimes ringing in my soul
as our broken pieces join to make us whole

You are the raging percussion inside my chest
I am the ebb and flow of your warm breast
We are the scorching heat of a solar flare
a refreshing breeze running through your hair

We are twin flames burning in sweet harmony
illuminating together cause we fit so perfectly
We are summer just before autumn has begun
My love we are and always will be one.

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“In a world of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling.” – Sanober Khan

Photo from Google Images.

Life Is Too Short To Carry Hate In Your Heart

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Life Is Too Short

 

I have spent too much of my day discussing hate/hate mail with several bloggers.  And not only on my blog. In my email and on other blogs. What is wrong with people.  This past week there has been hatred hurled regarding my close friends, my wife, and me.  My friends have been bombarded with hate mail,

Other bloggers have confessed to me in privacy that they have experienced the same.  What the hell is wrong with people?  My first journey through WordPress was a completely different experience.

HATER GO BACK TO FACEBOOK WHERE YOU BELONG. Me, my friends, and family, we are all about Love.

Now a few thoughts on my favorite subject – love.

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I love my family and every loving memory of my mother.

I LOVE AND RESPECT All  WOMEN because it is the way I choose to honor my long departed mother.  (I play, flirt, and clown around, BUT I RESPECT ALL WOMEN). And the flirting is gong to STOP. Well, depend on the lady.

I love the Idiots who seriously think I am trying to get into all of the ladies skirts.  Because if you really knew me, you would know there is nothing further from the truth.  (And while my penis is truly amazing, it can’t reach my female bloggers).

I love pizza, lasagna, popcorn, and my New York Yankees.

I love the followers who stopped following me when I post photos of my wife or my dearest blogging friend.

I love and miss the friends I lost. I wish them all well.

I even love the people who hate me.  Cause I understand your heart is filled with ignorance, jealousy, and pettiness.

I love that we are different because that makes you interesting. Makes me want to learn all about you and your world.

I love to see women in lingerie, stockings, & pantyhose. (It will always be my kryptonite). I love to paint toe nails.

I love music. Wouldn’t be able to blog or write without it.

I love poetry.

I love love (but you already know that).

I love life.

I pray for my dear friend Diane and my daughter’s mother.

I love and miss Leslie’s writing.

I love everything written by Nandita and Tosha. (Two amazing talented ladies). I have requested to read their grocery lists, but they just laugh at me.

 

To all my loyal followers

I love our conversations

I love your posts (sorry there is no heart button).

I love the way you accept my silly comments

I love you

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If you want to hate me, knock yourself out.  Please, don’t hurl hate at anyone who follows or comments or jokes with me. They don’t deserve it.  I will gladly take all your hateful words and racial slurs, and smile.

(There is no room in my heart for hate. (No, I am not going anywhere. Just wanted to express my thoughts, feelings, and appreciation, and send the haters on their merry miserable way).

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Perdido

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Hola People. No, I don’t post on Friday, but I had to make an exception today. I was challenged and inspired to do my first collaboration. So, here I am bursting at the seams. (Probably need to get out of that beach chair).

Lonely Author’s first collaboration with Nandita of A Tangle Of Weeds.

of https://nanditayata.wordpress.com/

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Perdido

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She undresses me with her words
baring my naked soul for all to read
Her poetry brought us closer together
as the love in her voice tore me apart

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He clothes me with his words so pure
As I bare myself to him when we’re alone
His words of love pulls me to him
To where he is, my soul has already flown
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She used my flesh as her canvas
painting words of love all over me
every sweet stroke so enticing
she left me trembling at her feet
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He planted his poetry in my heart
feeling my skin like a sightless man
He read me like he was reading Braille
He left me sighing in his eyes again
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She unfolded my origami heart
with whispers from her soul
now there is no escaping the reality
lost in her words I found love
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He unraveled my many layers
with the gentlest touch
made me fall in love so tenderly
Now in his abyss, I’m so lost.
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Photo from Google Images.