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In Love Play, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

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In Love Play

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

(Using words and phrases from the Kama Sutra, translated by Alain Danielou; along with my own words and phrases).

 

 

One must put up with risks,

but there are benefits—such as paradise.

 

Time awakens that which sleeps—

that which is born of the sun.

 

When we enter the house of the soul

we will think we have entered a theater.

 

We must keep our aims in mind:

the whirl of pleasure,

the love play,

the kissing, biting, scratching,

the offering of ourselves to one another

as mangoes open for the eating.

 

Without being parsimonious of time,

let our amorous dalliance go journeying through flowery arbors

(love is easy in gardens on carpets of flowers).

 

Just as fire burns the dead, our doubts are consumed

in flames of our own making.

 

Let us manifest the invisible;

Let us float in eternity—a full-blown lotus.

 

Creation is born when hearts drum;

When vivid-sandalwood-scented answers embellish the night.

 

Let us mark the sacred signs on each other’s brow,

for love is not learned alone.

 

 

The Song of Songs, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

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The Song of Songs

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

(Using words and phrases from the book: “Violin Playing as I Teach It,” by Leopold Auer, published 1921, arranged and blended with my own words and phrases).

 

 

In case you find yourself aware

(there is nothing trifling about that—

nothing beyond question)

of the delicate sense of proportion

joining you with the eternal

vibrato of the soul,

 

allow yourself to be

carried away by the unexpected

burst of joyous sonority.

You will be unable to resist

the calling forth a tone

that holds and unfolds

all that is good.

 

Your whole body is song.

Sing for the sheer pleasure

of who you are.

 

Transpose as you see fit,

catch the reflections of resonances

falling and rising sometimes round,

full, sonorous; sometimes almost

imagined in the necessary silences

woven with the portamento

merging all songs together.

 

A virtuoso exists for music,

and you were born from tones spun

from the song of songs,

making you a bridge of octaves and keys

connecting the ground

of long experiences

passed soul to soul

for the good of all.

 

 

 

 

Taste Yourself, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

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Taste Yourself

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

Using words and phrases rearranged from, “Sex for One: The Joy of Self-Loving,” by Betty Dobson, PHD, combined with my own words and phrases.

 

 

 

Gather yourself

even though

you were taught to hide.

 

Let pleasure beget pleasure.

 

See the joyous windmills

whirl in the hedonistic heaven

where you belong–honest

to goodness.

 

Embellish the valentine cunt,

the sacred, wing-shrouded clitoris

with your own spit,

do fieldwork across your body,

remember the peripheries,

remember your nipples

are pebbles in the moon-

dappled waters of your soul–

feel the vibrator’s hum.

 

There are infinite delights

in the divine preorgasmic madness

shaking through your legs.

 

Through the happy little orgasms

laughing with you—go ahead—

unravel yourself—

 

shout your life-affirming coming

across America, across repression,

across what was written by men,

across what was taught

at home and church–go ahead—

taste yourself—

this is the gospel of truth.

 

 

Set Forth in Such a Way, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina

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Set Forth in Such a Way,

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina

(Using words and phrases arranged from the book, Piano Tuning, by J. Cree Fischer, pub. 1907,

with a few added by me)

 

 

Set forth in such a way

as to charm the soul.

Along these lines–slow,

and uncertain, soft and loud,

bridges communicate just

what you are fitted for.

 

Plod among the thousands.

Strike the common chord.

Notice how it sustains itself in the air.

 

Let it be in balance, extending hearty

and strong, through the inevitable

inferences of trees and mountains.

Let it simply lift and go beyond yourself.

 

Notice how difficult it is to produce

something that has never existed,

and yet, you do it anyway.

 

Place yourself within want, and then,

Sing your own fulfillment as you fall

entirely back to resting position.