Inspired by Allen Ginsberg's poem 'An Eastern Ballad'
The future allures me with a fresh promise
Senses enthrall a pulsating divine polish
Enchanting heartbeat with passion's depth
Fuelling my fire with sauvignon breath.
The prophecy of love's promise goes bold
Like album of verses bound in gold
Everyone dreams of love they hope to find
Not the kind that says that love is blind
The chances of finding true love so bleak
Like finding treausure in a sea so deap
And think of love as another art
Removing paranoia from the heart.
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Beautiful!!!
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Thank you, 🐑
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Love shall find its way to you Yasmin! 😀 Well done!
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Praise from you means a lot to me. Thank you dear one.
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You are welcome! ❤
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🤗😘
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Each line could be the title of a poem or a song. Very clever, Lady Yasmin
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Well, thank you , Lord Zoolon , coming from someone who makes music and writes so heartwarmingly well , that’s a huge compliment. Thank you.
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You write great words plus any reader, not just me, always feels a bit better about life having visited your blog, Lady Yasmin
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Omg what a nice thing to say. Music to my ears. You have a good heart, Lord Zoolon.
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Beautiful indeed.
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Thank you , Nic.
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you 😊, Luisa.
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I somehow couldn’t read the last parts in every line. My phone screen just won’t zoom it out. But I got the essence of it and the yearning for love (even when we have it oftentimes) is palpable here. We all are hungry for that one love which will nourish and nurture and satiate our soul, more than our bodies. Here’s to Never saying ‘Never’. Much love and hugs, my dear friend.
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You always understand! Thank you 😊
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this is like a breath of fresh air, Yassy :):)
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And you are like a breath of beautiful fresh air.
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hehehe my mood is more like smoke, and not the really nice campfire smoke 😉 I’m a little salty today :):) It will get better. I am conversing about it with God every chance I get 🙂 Your poem though was refreshing and happy to me 🙂 Your beautiful words always are 🙂
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I hope you are feeling better now. Happens to everyone sweetie ! Yes, God helps in many ways. I think you will be okay.
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Oh yes, I will be back to my normal self soon enough, I have faith in that. It’s like catching a cold, it runs it’s course. Then it’s all better 🙂
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That is better, Maggi. Just take care of yourself.
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This is beautiful ❤
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Thank you 😊, Carter 😊
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Love Allen Ginsberg. I’ll have to refresh my memory by reading a few more his but as always enjoyed yours!
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Yeah ! Thanks.
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This is a bit more of a negative take on romance, Yassy, than your usual poems. Well penned and an interesting take.
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Yeah , I know , Robbie. But I suppose that is life lol
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Yes it is and I like this very much.
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Thank you dear Robbie.
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I love this, Yassy! The flow, the impeccable rhyme and the sentiment, most of all, are just perfect. You’ve been inspired by great work and in doing so you’ve created something beautiful. The longing is palpable and your descriptions are sigh worthy. Here’s to true love and it’s discovery!!
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Cheers to all things beautiful and true. Thank you 😊! Hope you are okay. My shoulder is always available with a box of Kleenex.
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Yes, indeed! Oh, yes, am okay on this side, my friend. Work had me tied up for several days. I have not had much chance to read or write and I am happy to have a few minutes this morning. I appreciate the Kleenex and more importantly, the shoulder, should I ever need them 🙂 🙂 Hope all is well with you!!
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Oh. I will survive don’t you worry. Lol 😂 hahahahaha.
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🙂 Am happy to hear! And, just so you know, when you have days where survival seems impossible, there is a shoulder here with a case of Kleenex 🙂
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Oh wow thank you. 😊🙂
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You are most welcome, my friend 🙂
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😊
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Thank you good guy Brucey
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Not a carp, yassy, but a question was “deap” to end the 10th line an intentional spelling? It refocused my reading and turned me back uplinewardly to the beginning at which point I got the pleasure and filling of soul to again read before I got the last to-line lagniappe. Thank you so much for your form and your heart which you willingly send out as paper shares even on phosphor screens. A delight.
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Thank you 😊, always delighted to hear from you. I actually miss you. You hibernate too much.
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Spare yet filling at the same time. Well done.
I think (?) it was Mick E. Talbot’s reference to Gisnberg – and his influence on this and other poems from you, Yasmin – that got me thinking. The owner-operator of last-century’s Lighthouse Bookstore?and accomplished poet in his own right, Lawrence Ferlinghetti (sp?) who was introduced to me by our mutual pal Bruce “Juice” Jewett, himself a Bay Area boy, that brought me to “Howl” then other offerings. Like a grenade, good poetry begets other readings by other poets in many forms and personal styles. “In Just Spring” and “The Cambridge Ladies” led me to “Buffalo Bill’s Defunct,” and from then I have been a fan of under-capitalzed Cummings. And, of course, the two poets hereon-and-in, you and MET.
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It was Charliezero1 who introduced me to bear poetry and Ginsberg. I been reading his stuff.
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With such a banquet before us, how can we not sup at more than one offering?
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We can we can
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And, I forgot to add thanks for the cabernet imagery that leads me to fine cheese and grateful many-varietied nuts and the multi-sensoried waterfall. A picnic quilt chasing slowly the moving shade of a single slender tree amongst elderly orange trees set about the narrow two-rutted trail going past a long-ago homestead in just spring (to steal from ee c if I may. Hearts sometimes just insist on adding a twinge of doubt despite a delicious surmise. And if that causes superior poetry – like this – then I am all in favor of your momentary (may it be so) qualms.
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The above delicious comment is prose from a haibun.
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Mine own ‘puter expired and I have not internet access at home and the poor machine at the offrice still too young to be allowed on the net, I go to the library to enter the ether-world, Yassy. It is good to be missed: may I suggest, however, you throw a little harder and to the left – coriollis will take care of accuracy. your poetry – and commentary – sumptuous and quite filling. Always.
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Quite satisfying, Richards.
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I am pleased. My ‘puter not so much. But needs must when I do imbibe and at fractions of the cost of driving the internet when la biblioteca but a mere two kilometers away…and I shall try to be more diligent in its attendance by myself so as to salve my reeling conscience at your poor marksmanship. If the left-leaning toss still innacurate, use a bigger missile: I recommend two: one directly at me to garner my undivided attention and toss the smaller, denser disc or shot high to get a noggin. As always, you give good grin, Girl!
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Grinnin from eayah to eayah
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South’ren lady thou dost toss me a corn-cob-sized smile.
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I toss you all the smileys
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One of my favorite poems by you and I do sense and feel of his influence on your poem here. 🙂
A beat poetry of your own and it stand so fresh and captivating. 🙂
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Oh! You think so , Charlie. I am so happy ! I been reading his poems , I just love them. They are so true to life.
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Told you he was good and the best of his time. He would be so proud and smiling wherever he is by you paying tribute to his work. 🙂
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It feels good 😊
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🙂 I look forward to more beat poetry works by you. 🙂 I’ll be on the look out. 🙂
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There is one that I wrote today , did you read that
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I’m on your page right now and reading it. 🙂
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Thank you, Charlie.
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Gimme an honest opinion.
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sauvignon breathe
not yours I hope
wine false vanity
false happiness
true love can be blind
the unrequited kind
best be sure
look into the eyes
true love can’t
be disguised
the eyes dilated
two tales can tell
true loves desires
true compassion
you’ll know
you’ll feel it too
but be aware
dilated eyes
can be induced
by drugs and wine
un reciprocating
blank voidness
blind to love
but stealing yours
take care
precious lady
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I don’t drink , Mick. I am a total teetotaler!
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I write fiction too, but sauvignon being wine, I couldn’t resist. 🙂
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Hahahahaha yes 😎
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That last line made my soul skip.
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Aw! Thank you.
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Beautiful poetry yassy.
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😊 thank you 😊
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🙂
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Presumably the ‘ea’ of ‘deap’ in couplet 5 is deliberate, even though the assonance would work with ‘ee’ to rhyme with ‘bleak’? Then again, one has more licence with poetry. To qualify what I have just said, though,the ‘ea’ of ‘deap’ goes with ‘brEAth and hEArt, visually, pararhythmically and symbiotically, so it works well. Nice poem.
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Near rhymes , I suppose you can give me that much leeway lol 😂 thank you. I loved your review.
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You’re welcome.
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😊
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