“Here’s Beloved” Govinda Krishna Chettur

“You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy
And on your lips, I live, and in your passionate eyes
You are the Dream of me,
My visions many-footed flit and flee
Beneath the jewelled arches of Life’s grace
But through lone nights and days,
One form I follow, and mine eyes but see
The dear delightful wonder of your love-lit face
You are the Greatness of me,
My thoughts are Beauty shaped exquisitely
To the rare pattern of your loveliness
Exceeding all excess:
And the strange magic of this mystery,
Steals weight from burdened hours, and woe from weariness”

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noun Anatomy. the armpit. Ornithology. the corresponding region under the wing of a bird. Botany. an axil. Word of the Day ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ•ฏ

noun
Anatomy. the armpit.
Ornithology. the corresponding region under the wing of a bird.
Botany. an axil.
Examples:

There is a game of croquet set up on the lawn and my second cousin Sonsoles can be found there any hour of the afternoon, bent over, with a mallet in her hand, and looking out of the corner of her eye, between the arm and the axilla, which form a sort of arch for her thoughtful gaze, at the unwary masculine visitor who appears in the harsh afternoon light.
Carlos Fuentes, “La Desdichada,” Constancia and Other Stories for Virgins, translated by Thomas Christensen, 1990
He recoiled from one odor to another until, in resignation, he accepted and his nose pumped steadily at the single generalized odor that was a meld of everything from axilla to organic debris and smelled like clam soil.
Thomas McGuane, The Sporting Club, 1968
Origin:

Axilla, the Latin word for โ€œarmpit,โ€ is a diminutive of ฤla โ€œwing (of a bird or insect), fin (of a fish), armpit, flank (of an army).โ€ ฤ€la comes from an earlier, unrecorded ags-lฤ (axla in Latin orthography), one of the Latin reflexes of Proto-Indo-European ages-, aks- โ€œpivot, pivot point.โ€ Another Proto-Indo-European derivative, aks-lo-s, becomes ahsulaz in Germanic, eaxl in Old English, and axle in English. A third derivative noun, aks-is, becomes Latin axis โ€œaxle, axletree, chariot, wagon,โ€ assis in Old Prussian (an extinct Baltic language), and oล› in Polish. Axilla entered English in the 17th century. ๐ŸŒž

โ€œTHE IMPLANT INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!โ€WARNING.๐Ÿ˜Œ

โ€œTHE IMPLANT INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!โ€ an enhanced poem(!!) a.k.a.: โ€œWelcome To Our Little Surgical Horror Show!โ€ a.k.a. 2: โ€œDonโ€™t Blame US! Weโ€™re JUST Giving YOU What You Want!!โ€ October 6, 2018 (Saturday)

Hello! All you little bodies! [IN-all-these-cells-we-dwell!]

We donโ€™t KNOW What We are, and thereโ€™s no one who can tell!

BUT! Whatever we might be, weโ€™re in THE BODY ORGANIC,

A zillion teeming cells – trying to be dynamic,

Maintaining cohesion-and-structure, and The Bible quite suggests,

That OUR CELLULAR FRAMEโ€™S MAGNIFICENT! It moves around & rests,

And, in this day of MIRACLES! and CURES! Letโ€™s attend THE HORROR SHOW:

For-we-have-become-MAGNIFICENT!? We can MEND these cells, you know!?*

Yes, Friends! Itโ€™s called: IMPROVEMENT – or ENHANCEMENT-OR-SUPPLEMENT!?

We, as earlier stated** are-all-quite-mad! (and) have-spent,

MILLENIA – Eye-ing IMPROVEMENT – for-our-GLORIOUS-betterment?

So, we alter what we do-not understand, and tear-up each living โ€œtent,โ€

CASE 1: โ€œMy breasts! They need a LITTLE boost!โ€

Can we stick in something EXTRA? So-in-the-feminine-weโ€™ve-now-unloosed,

Gel or goop with inorganic sacs,

To infect – our precious girls – as they carry gorgeous racks!

CASE 2: Your TEETH, Dear! โ€˜Cause wooden dentures – werenโ€™t too real,

So weโ€™ll try metal – alloys – hard -as-nails – mercury! and steel!

And they (certainly) WONโ€™T leak? or deteriorate? or, if they do, NOT MUCH,

But! How much is too much? Amalgam-tattoos-&-metal-brain-cells-as-such!

Yet, WAIT! Try, try again! SUPER PLASTIC? Herculite?

Looks almost real – and stays in! Well, itโ€™s in there – real tight!

And leaks A BIT – but – can NOT hurt,

At-least! Thatโ€™s what dentists do assert!

The same with gold – the caps – the crowns,

Stick โ€˜em in! Weโ€™re a bunch oโ€™ clowns!

MIX WITH SALIVA – AND JUICE AND YOU,

And – letโ€™s all alter – the food we chew!

CASE 3: The mesh pads – for herniatic tissues:

โ€œOh, they wonโ€™t deteriorate – youโ€™ll have NO issues!โ€

BUT! They do TOO! and so IT tells,

WE MOLD THE-INORGANIC – WITH OUR LIVING CELLS,

And THINK – that no reactions shall we find,

Except (maybe) new diseases – of bodies and mind,

And IF our health and bodies fail,

We-applaud! Medical-procedures-we-hail,

AND – the next improvement – from The Chemical Lab:

We CHEER, as we whittle, on-the-health-that-we-HAD!

Yes! WEโ€™RE INSANE – AND THE SURGEONS OF IMPLANT,

May read this โ€œrubbishโ€ and – simply rant:

But I guess I donโ€™t care; Iโ€™m just glad (somehow),

That someone might link THEIR*** intentions – to Mao,****

AND – IF I die in my sleep – from leaked out โ€œcrap,โ€

Maybe what I AM – will draw you a map,

To a NEW conditional realm (Where weโ€™re STILL โ€œinsaneโ€),

But! Maybe not SO stupid – or so bloody inane! ๐Ÿ™‚

fin โค

    • maybe NOT ๐Ÿ™‚

** – In other poetic offerings by The Mystic Poet, that belligerent whistle-blowing no-good-nic!!

*** – The surgeons of alteration and betterment!!

**** – An excellent Chinese dictator with, also, questionable intentions, perhaps!

WARNING: DO NOT HAVE IMPLANTS๐Ÿ˜

Some have paid with their lives.

ARTHUR GETS A MAKE-OVER๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž

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I wanna be the reason you slightly tilted

Your phone away from others when you

Read it ๐ŸŒž

And when life puts you in tough situations

Say ‘why me’

Say ‘try me’๐ŸŒž

Then Authur may not need a make over ๐ŸŒž

Ring me, try me๐ŸŒž

WE SAILED AWAY, THROUGH THE CRATERS OF THE MOON ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ

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โ€œWHEN SHE WENT OFF HER DIET?โ€ a poem Oct. 5, 2018 – Friday!

The neighbor lady, down the street! She lives (?) – under – The Overpass,

She-was-always-dieting, and, then, one day – I happened-there to pass,

And I had never really noticed – โ€œHey!โ€ I said; โ€œyouโ€™re mighty pretty!โ€

And – she kinda got tipsy – and showed me (pause) some (oโ€™-her) titty!!

โ€œWell, Iโ€™m on a diet! Iโ€™ve sworn off MEN!โ€ she said, as she grabbed (her) some food,

And-with-a-twinkle-in-her-eye, SHE said: โ€œPretty? Me?โ€ and she started then to brood!!

โ€œMe? – NO! – Me-NOT-pretty!? Am-I?โ€ as she took another bite!

โ€œSO!! (pause) YOU (REALLY) THINK Iโ€™M PRETTY?โ€ [Was she ready-ing for a fight?!]

โ€œYA! I THINK YOUโ€™RE F A N T A S T I C!โ€ and she almost swooned right there,

But she caught herself before she fell – she grabbed – some-cheese- and-a pear,

And some bread with butter – and some jam with cream,

โ€œPRETTY?โ€ SHE said, eyes so wide – and, I think, she-started-to-โ€stream,โ€

Like-she-was-NOT-on-a-diet! (pause) She was jamming it all in,

Her eyes, so wide – with wonder: โ€œDO YOU THINK THAT ITโ€™S A SIN?

To eat-quite-a-bit – โ€˜cause people are starving!

In Africa – and – a-round-there – but – around-here, WEโ€™RE JUST CARVING,

Roasts of turkey – and ham – and cheese!โ€

She-grabbed-some-more-food-to-โ€offer,โ€ and said: โ€œOh, TAKE-IT – please!โ€

And – as I stood right there, she inflated – like a balloon,

AND BURST! (pause) The-food-was-everywhere! AND IT BLEW US TO THE MOON,

And, as we sat there, in-The-Earth-Light – two – kinda-thin-people, sittinโ€™ (pause) on-The-Moon, way-up-above – LOCKED-IN-LUST,

She said: โ€œYou REALLY think Iโ€™m pretty?โ€ – and I really thought about it, then (pause) sitting in the sweet, Moon dust,

You-know? D-ya-remember-what had happened, when I mentioned that before?

So! (pause) I never said a single word; I just kissed her, more and more,

And she whispered a little, with tears in her eyes,

And (pause) I touched her A LOT – โ€˜spec-ial-ly between her thighs!!

Yea! She looked SO DEEPLY IN LOVE – in love, not war,

And she said: โ€œYou-know, Honey – I might not diet any more!โ€

I said: โ€œOK! (pause) You can diet OR NOT,

And-Iโ€™ll-love-you-anyway – โ€˜cause, whatever!-Youโ€™re so hot!

WE SAILED AWAY, THROUGH THE CRATERS OF THE MOON,

Past the River Styx, we would just moan – and swoon,

And sing, โ€œMOON RIVER!โ€ and โ€œFly Me To The Moon,โ€

And โ€œMoon-day! Moon-day! Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo โ€ฆ โ€ฆ

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la โ€ฆ la, la, la, la, la โ€ฆ . ๐Ÿ™‚

fin. โค

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