Poems

My Sleeping Aurora!

Like a sly thief
delighting in his stolen chattel with mischief
I linger to watch Aurora
Aurora! The sthenic craving of my soul!
Aurora! The sizzling flame of my desire!
the one and only I admire
beautiful as the unblemished moon
her love’s worth a fortune

With ’em magnetic hyacinth-blue eyes
glistening behind a coy veil
Aurora! The sweetness to my lechery!
slips me into a pleasant reverie
Her midnight-black hair
contains the risqué secrets of Altair
Good heavens! My heart’s abloom
in my paramour’s lavender perfume

Gazing at her delicate tangerine lips
I long for a honeyed kiss
I am but a keen sailor
eager to brave the oceans of my lover
Oh! Her graceful swan-like neck
Aurora! The ecstasy to my folly! I beg
let me love every inch of you
Have pity! An adieu is not yet due

The soft swell of her bare breasts
aches to be suckled and possessed
I trace her figure’s gentle valley
until silence turns to a melody
Aurora! The luminous sun of my life!
having divine hips to incite
I’m a smitten libertine at her mercy
she’s my manhood’s eternal refuge

There’s an air comely glacial
tenderly canoodling my body’s vessel
I walk up to my sleeping Aurora, indeed
and fondle the alluring arch of her feet
Outside, I hear the playful droplets
of a demulcent, lulling rain
A perfect winter twilight it is
leaving me in raptures and bliss

Community Pool

Join In The Fun! Join In The December 2019 Tea Party!

“What better way to suggest friendliness – and to create it – than with a cup of tea?” -J. Grayson Luttrell

Aloha, charming WordPressers!

I’m delighted to announce you that The Little Mermaid is hosting her tenth monthly tea party on her website. What? A tea party? On WordPress? When? How? For whom? Alright..alright…take it easy. I’m coming on to your questions.

Classically, a ‘tea party’ makes one think of superiorly elegant and elaborate affairs of the Victorian times. It also conjures up images of fluffy scones, flavoursome muffins, Devonshire Cream and dainty sandwiches served on fine silver or deluxe bone china. Still, the elemental part of a tea party remains the affable exchange of dialogue among the invitees. Almost indistinguishably, the tea party that I am organizing is an online social event hosted in honour of bloggers, that is US! Blogging is most enjoyable when it is done interactively. The tea party, therefore, is an ideal occasion for socialising and making, as well as maintaining the acquaintance of those in the blogosphere. It is a chance to truly relax and to take some time to recharge one’s batteries by engaging in a light-hearted conversation, to be with friends and simply delight in each other’s company. While the first tea party was open-ended, subsequent ones will be topical.

This month’s theme is:

PAINTING/ART

Do you like paintings? Do you visit art museums? What art form do you like best? Why and how do you enjoy art? If you could buy a great work of art, what would it be? What is the value of paintings among millennials in today’s fast-paced digitalised world?

The December 2019 tea party begins today and will close on the 31th. Make sure that you share a blog post round to the subject as a comment and allure bloggers to read you. As for newcomers out there-grab the golden opportunity to let your freak flag fly by sharing your first post with a huge gathering. Aren’t you excited?

Now that you’re in, it is noteworthy to mention that along with tea and cups, tea parties bring to the table certain etiquettes in the bargain that must be followed to make it more respectful and all the more interesting. Not only does this process make the tea party an entertaining one for everyone involved, it also makes coordination a lot easier.

So, let’s check out the guidelines below.

-Etiquette Number 1- Introduce yourself.

Introduce yourself, your blog or even your latest post to the community in such a way that it encourages others to converse with you. Avoid posting just a link as a comment which looks rude and spammy. Be polite.

-Etiquette Number 2- Mix and mingle.

Tea is a communal experience and there it requires that you meet and greet at least some of the other wonderful people in attendance. Participate by actively reading others’ comments and visiting their links/sites.

-Etiquette Number 3- Share & reblog the most recent tea party.

The purpose of the event is to create a platform where everyone benefits from real diversity of thought; and for that we need to find people who genuinely hold different views and invite them into the conversation. So, please spread the word in the blogosphere through reblogs.

It’s a sure thing that the tea party ritual punctuates our day with precious, refreshing pauses. Perhaps that is the true gift of a teatime celebration: it fills our cups with joy, warmth and friendship. May the echo of the teacup’s message be heard not only at special functions, but anytime friends come together, both in the virtual world and in reality.

With love,
The Little Mermaid

Poems

A Melancholy Evening

Ellie lay on her back awake
In her favourite rocking chair on the terrace
Closing her eyes nonchalantly to a scene opaque
At the time that love was a dangerous menace.
Those were the mirthful days spent in Paris
She reminisced about with a sigh of unalloyed bliss
When the sun shone a little brighter
The birds chirped sweet songs a little louder
The world seemed just a little better
For she’d fallen madly in love with him
And he’d fallen madly in love with her
From dawn to dusk, on a blithe whim
They laughed! They cried! They even were to conquer!
She was a beautiful, strong woman
Dare I say, she was not the common
Her spirits exceedingly fierce and free
He’d agree
Burning to ashes every immanent obstacle
The woman of his dreams was truly unstoppable
This is what he loved about Ellie
The ocean that she sometimes was. The fire that she interminably was.
He often brought her angel garden-fresh roses
As a token of his undying devotion
She always liked them red, full of fragrance
Adorned with her lover’s bruises
It was a shared love so faithfully immense
Timeless and beyond comparison.
Ellie and her darling had the best moments of their lives
Tucked in each other’s rapturous embrace
Unaware of society’s heartless knives
Ever primed to cause their disgrace
To the world they were not made for each other
Albeit in God’s courtyard
They were young lovers bound together
In innocence, in good faith, without any guard.
To happen, it happened
Their separation unbearable
The ocean slowly dried up. The fire dozed off.
Lifeless, clueless
They both wandered in the wilderness.
A melancholy evening it was, though no different
When Ellie tried to bury all the old memories, all the scents
In the deepest recess of her heart as ornament
Knowing they wouldn’t be forgotten
Until a thousand new crescents.

 

Photography Credits: ‘The Happy Lovers’ by Jean-Honoré Fragonard 1760-65
Located At: Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena CA.

Copyrights © 2016 The Little Mermaid. All Rights Reserved

Poems

His Beloved Olivia

A tiny puff of wind
covertly breezed into the room
and elicited a little squirm, rhythmed
from beloved Olivia in full bloom

His tempted tongue, quivering
unfurled her moist nether lips in heat
she moaned, her arched hips wriggling
Holy! What a treat!

He thrust inside with pleasure
gently circling her pink pearl, aroused
so sultry was his muse’s gesture
it left him in utter wows

He fondled, kissed and licked her
savouring the juices nectarean
He sucked over and over
revelling in that one moment utopian

The intensity of her sensations heightened
till she pressed herself against her bourgeois
He captured the glow in her face, enlightened
as she finally let out an ecstatic ‘Ahh’

General

International Women’s Day

Hello gorgeous bloggers,

Today is International Women’s Day and I would like to seize this opportunity to shed some light on a few pressing issues surrounding women. To begin with, what is a ‘woman’? How do we define a ‘woman’? The dictionary would eruditely explain us that a woman is a female human being. Oh, did I hear it right? Yes. A human being. Not a piece of flesh. If truth be told, a woman is worth more than a slice of ham and two lumps of fat on her chest. And I’m sorry to say that she is not a baby-producing machine either. She is a human being. She has a mind of her own. She has desires. She has aspirations and goals. She wants to be accepted-not because of her big eyes or large hips, but because of her thoughts, her energy and her abilities. Everyone, in developed countries and developing ones alike, is talking about women’s empowerment, women’s emancipation and gender equality. They are beautiful words that sound good to the ears. I don’t deny it. Indeed, they look good on paper as well; and I swear it will fetch you a couple of marks if you mention them somewhere in exams. But do we actually walk the talk? Are our women really liberated at home? Do they enjoy equal rights at their workplace? For all the optimistic person that I am, I don’t think so.

Women are still shamed and criticized in this 21st century. They are still perceived to be the weaker sex in society. Their potential is still oppressed by bogus traditions and spurious beliefs. They are still seen as sexual objects. You don’t believe it? Let me give you a couple of eye-opening examples. Just flip through a fashion magazine, turn on the television or listen to the lyrics of popular songs and unfortunately, you will quickly find a common theme: the sexualisation of women. In advertisements, the exposure of women’s bodies occurs about four times as often compared to men’s bodies. The term “sex sells” has begun to cross the boundaries to where we are witnessing sex influence on every product that we are purchasing from alcohol, beauty supplies, groceries to even banking services. Have you ever wondered what correlation, if any, there is between a banking product and a woman’s body? Does that make sense to you? For me, it does not.

Wait. It does not end here. In many parts of the world, women are traded most commonly for the purpose of sexual slavery and forced labour. As disgusting as it seems, in many Islamic States, captured women are sold in slave markets and at auctions. Are women just a dime’s worth? Not to mention, at work, they rarely escape from the dirty, lustful gaze of their superiors who trick those poor souls into sleeping with them for promotions and career advancement options. Everywhere, practically everywhere, women’s bodies are designated as property that can be evaluated, looked at and touched at the impulse of men’s desire. On top of that, if current trend continues, almost 16 million girls worldwide between the ages 6 and 11 will never get access to primary school education compared to just about 8 million boys. And don’t even get me started on the pay difference that exists. Why? Isn’t it high time this sickening, unjustifiable merry-go-round stop?

Do you know what makes a woman feel unshackled? Do you wish to participate in women’s salvation?

Then…

Give her. For once give her.
Give her a platform and watch how she dances off her feet.
Give her wings and see how she soars higher for the sky offbeat.
Give her a pen and marvel at how she travels in time.
Give her a voice and see how she tolerates no crime.

Judge her. By all means judge her.
Judge her by her courage
not by the depth of her cleavage.
Judge her by her morals unhurt
not by the length of her skirt.
Judge her from within
not by the colour of her skin.

Let her be.
Let her be free expressing her emotions, needs and wants.
Let her be free choosing her path, away from religious dogmas and society’s taunts.
Let her live her life in a manner she hopes for.
Let her breathe even if she is a whore.

And! She is sexy. Yes! I’m telling you!
She is sexy in the way she stands on her own feet independently.
She is sexy in the way she brings up her child single-handedly.
She is sexy in the way she carries herself with dignity.
She is sexy in the way she sticks to her principles composedly.
Doesn’t this make her one hell of a sexy woman?

Please ladies, you have an identity. You do not need someone else to validate your existence. Do not let yourself be looked down. Forget the rules. You, as a single woman, are worth the entire world’s fortune. No one is rich enough to buy you. No one is strong enough to abuse you. No one is lily-white enough to slam you. Women’s empowerment starts with you. It is when you empower yourself, when you embrace yourself-with all your flaws, your valour, your beauty and your femininity.

Happy International Women’s Day 2016!