arjuna's poems
Milngavie 78 on
Your Kinkiness
Endless sycamore red
streaming on and on
The wee haggis screamed for
   attention!
  Me? I'm just a lost soul
     Wanderlust
  Splitting my core cerebellum
    with a jug of ale
    And Dorothy forgets herself
    again and again.
  Between the thin line of
   insanity,
  I stand before the glen
  thinking of far away Golden
  Chersonese
I missed you profusely.
Majestic expression with lasting lingering thoughts of your kinkiness I devour you!
The crowning glory of romantic aurora
borealis I admire you!
Your kinkiness dear
Your kinkiness love
And in the morning mist I seek,
That kinky feeling to be near you.
Are you as harmless as you meant to be or just plain helpless?
Or is it me that pushed you towards that ledge of kinkiness Your Majesty?
Georgetown
13/11/
If we Should Part
If we should part before I touch your fingertips
Don't dress my wounds.
If we should part before you shed a tear
Don't wipe my eyes.
If we should part before we look thru the window
Don't change your view
For if we should part......
Should we?
Milngavie
Glasgow 1978
resurrected  nov 99.
(won complimentary mention in poetry.com international poetry contest 2000.)
When love is not
Georgetown
21/11/
When its not hot
When its just a dot
When its just a blot
When its sans mot
How Can I forget you
When  everything you say makes me laugh
When something you want to do makes me sad
When night and day seems seemless
When time is just a wooly concept
When your pimples gone
When you start to mourn
When your heart is torn
When you're downright forlorn
When your chuckles and giggles makes me squirm(with delight)
When your lamentations makes me firm(with determination)
When everything now seems so easy
When jealousy and hate knows no boundary
When its no longer cool
When you no longer drool
When I'm just a tool
Or two bloody fools
I hope not

When the word manana means something else
When our kisses taste so fresh
When touching no longer means no
When absence is dying so slow
When you do the unthinkable
When I turn vegetable
When your friends are mine too
When your sis are as lovely as you.
DUN Georgetown
23/12/
I can never forget you no matter what you do
Remember this
Cherish this
Forget Chippendale and Full Monty
Why waste money when you can have me.

Your Profiteroles is my foibles
Sweet temptations licking tongue tips
Taste buds that numb the frontal lobe,
Capitalistics sounding morsels,
Trotkyism spells anarchic reaction
Tainted truffles tainted love,
My darling profiteroles,
That lingering sensory perception of youthfulness,
I succumb.

I know sometimes I can be a pain in the arse
But have you wondered things that make you
happy makes me aghast,
Your plus can be my minus and vice versa
But isn't that what life is in its persona?
About willing to accomodate and change and sacrifice
About differences and making up after telling lies
About forgive and forget
About  understanding the unclear
About us
About happiness in the eyes of our maker
Georgetown
22/12/
So how can I forget you sweet young thing
How can I?
georgetown
yesterday

p;
girl ganja

How do I get rid of you?
When do I get out of this cold turkey?
Indulging endlessly with wanton desires
Hallucinating with the pseudo sensories
Break me from this spell of yours

Oh How do I un think of you?
When do I get out of this misery?
Dying slowly eating me inside
Excruciating numbness paradox insanity
Kill me off your memories Oh sweet memories

How do I get rid of you?
Suicide

   NOW
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