Another Fallen Tear

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The inspiration for this little thing came from a recent Video Chat.

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Another Fallen Tear

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Sometimes
When we cry together
It feels as if
We have loved forever
If only you
Could feel my fingers
Caressing
Your moist cheek
Then perhaps
My pain won’t hurt so bad
When
Another fallen tear
Wets
My trembling screen

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For Nandita

The Flirting Beach Boy

the lonely author

My Baby has been so swamped with work demands, she actually fell asleep while in video chat with me.  She has barely written this week, so I wanted to pen something for her.  To set the record straight, I REALLY mean every word.  I do.  I do.

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The Flirting Beach Boy

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Have you heard about the lonely Beach Boy
He’s a Casanova and the most horrible flirt
He has enjoyed a woman or two…….or three
Til he earned a reputation for chasing skirts

Now, he wants to change and don a bright halo
“No mas,” to the all of the ladies he wants to yell
It may be too late for him to apply for heaven
Beach Boy has earned reservations in……oh, well

Though he is still a charmer, he wears blinders
And with all the chasing and flirting he’s done
Oh, the terrible Beach Boy is still a lady’s man
But now, he only belongs to N, a special one

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For my loving N.

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Garden Of Poetry

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My poetry rarely contains much symbolism. However, my desire to improve as a poet urged me to pen this little write. (The symbolic meaning of every flower mentioned can be found at the end of the post). The inspiration for this piece comes from Nandita’s “The Root Of Life.”

Garden of Poetry

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Strolling through her stunning verses
the aroma of rhymes entices my lungs
as poetic sunflowers generate warmth
and her love blooms in flowery tongues

Her windblown kisses of Baby’s Breath
Are love florets providing a sweet motif
As we exchange our primrose affections
For I am her stem and she my adoring leaf

She will eternally be my sacred lotus
Planted inside the deepest part of me
As I’ve become the photosynthetic sun
‘ever nourishing her garden of poetry

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The image reminded me of you N. Eye liner, touch of lip gloss, and of course the flowers in the luxurious black hair.

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Sunflowers (adoration, longevity)
Baby’s Breath (purity of heart)
Primrose (eternal love)
Sacred Lotus (In Buddhist symbolism it represents purity of body, speech, & spirit)

The Treasure Seeker

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Wanted to take a moment to thank my readers, devoted followers, and friends for all of the wonderful compliments and comments I have received. Your support warms my heart. If you have found any beauty in my recent poetry, well, it is a reflection of HER love inside of me.

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The Treasure Seeker

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Perhaps this Beach Boy
Is a Treasure Seeker
Or simply a dreamer in search of happiness
For there is a place where love waits for me
Far beyond the mountains of judgment
That I have had to surmount
Past the swamps of criticisms
Through which I had to slosh
This adventurer will cross land and sea
Fighting tears, weather, and lonely hours
Crossing kiss-less deserts and cold moonless nights
My journey will not end                                                                                                            Until I discover that priceless treasure
Waiting at the foot of Her bed

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For Her

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Photo of opening scene from Raiders Of The Lost Ark.

my guardian angel

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my guardian angel

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I am her adoring disciple
She is my cathedral of love
A guardian angel
Forever watching over me
For when she spreads her wings
I am blessed by her poetry

She is my religion 
So willing to bear any cross
Loving unconditionally
While making sacrifices without fear
My loving angel would injure herself
Just to baptize me with her tears

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This is for YOU.  The most unselfish, self-sacrificing woman I have ever met.

Providence, My Friend

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Providence, My Friend

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Hey babe, why don’t you post somme-in on the LA blog one of these days?

o-k-A-Y and what kind of a piece you’d like it to be?

Anything…about you, me, us, just burp your thing baby

You sure? Remember what happened the last time I did that?

You mean the bio you did of me?

Uh-huh. THE statistical fiasco of the century, that had over 900 views in less than 5 days and an average of 5 likes per zillion views. God, you were sulking for days, Papi, worse than those folks PMSing over our love. And I’m telling you, the ladies must have cursed me so hard I still haven’t recovered from the hiccups they voodoed on me. Half of them fled from your blog life, one fourth took up Yoga and the other one fourth burn my effigy every time you post my picture or mention my name in your post. Hey, deflate that chest already, they hate you equally!

Hahahah, Mamasita. But hey, come on, I didn’t sulk…I was just disappointed..are those two the same?

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At this point, A Tangle of Weeds crosses her arms in a very business-like manner (she even borrowed his necktie and tied it around her night shirt collar) and looks straight into the eyes of her (not really) Lonely Author who gives her his “damn baby, I love you” look. (Yeah I will have to make a video next of the Lonely Author’s mannerisms. Then, we might as well shut down both blogs and renounce the world. Such is life, sigh!)

————xoxo—————

Providence, my friends! I mean LA’s friends. Hello and a grossly un-timed welcome to yet another special edition of A Tangle of Weeds being exclusively aired here on the LA page the first Mondays of every month. Yes, your raised eyebrows are justified. I just created that slot. But not without consultations with the CEO of this blog, i.e. Andrew. Oh pardon my impudence, I forgot to introduce myself to the newbies here. Ahem ahem, damn this phlegm! I am the Managing Director and you’ll see my name if you are patient enough to read till the end. I tend to pee never endingly on the LA blog. Alpha feline trait, that’s right.

So what I’m really saying is that I’m here today for an reason. Not that I’m anywhere for no reason (LA is giving me an appalled look of “Babe, did you flush your sense of humor too? Yes I can hear his thoughts). Anyway, the reason is My King wanted me standing at the balcony of our castle alongside him waving at his smiling, seething, laughing, fuming (all kinds including the ones who come to watch from behind the bushes) but still loyal subjects. Bloody hell, who just threw those rotten eggs?
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Sorry guys, that took time…(not easy to wash off egg smell, you know….the things I have to endure for love, sigh!)

Anyway, by now, most of you know (well now you know) that he’s given me all rights to this blog, including the one of investigator. Oh no no, don’t get me wrong, I’m not the possessive kind (LA almost choked on the Pepsi he’s drinking)..let me complete alright..not possessive ..umm..unless I’m compelled to be, under the following two circumstances:
1. By those who keep trying – to our utter dismay – to hit on him. Did you know, jellyfish are amazing creatures? Oh it’s related. I never speak incoherently.
2. those who disrespect/disregard our relationship. May your life be filled with abundant love so you can feel happy about ours.

Having said that, it is my birthright to be the poet in tattered jeans who rescued him, to continue rescuing him from the hazardous side effects of his erstwhile reputation of being the heartthrob of WP (No need to lie on that pretty ass with that wicked smile and rub your thumb over your sexy cleft, LA. I said “ERSTWHILE”).

Keep writing you guys, continue enjoying the poetry on this blog without any prejudices. And keep love and laughter high on your agendas. I sincerely thank those wonderful supportive friends and readers who are genuinely happy for us. And the rest, well you gotta take me with a pinch of salt, my friend. Because I am the staple of his Cuban diet.

So long. With love. Going off the air in
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Nandita

Endnotes: (for the convenience of those who might be scratching their heads)
The Lonely Author (LA) = Andrew = My King = Papi = Him = He (Yes, they are all ONE person)

A Tangle of Weeds = Nandita = Babe = Baby = Mamasita (Again ONE person = Me)
There are ONLY two people in this post, irrespective of the different names and addresses (not location address, phew!)