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a promise

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.

76 thoughts on “a promise”

  6. 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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      1. 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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  11. 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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      1. 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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      3. 🙂 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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  13. 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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      1. 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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  14. 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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      1. 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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      3. 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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  16. 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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  20. 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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