5 am, you woke me up, to meditate.
I thought someone had died, someone had, me.
It was the ultimate time, you said.
Looking down, I had to disagree.
Can you feel the energy, she said?
I can’t feel myself, go away.
This is a window of opportunity, she said.
There was a window.
Let us breathe, she said.
This had never happened before, nutcase came to mind.
What is your mantra, she said.
What is my name, I said.
No, you have to reach out, draw in the energy.
I am going to reach out; it won’t be pretty.
Let me take you on a journey, join me.
I’ll phone you a taxi, blast, it’s your house, I’ll phone me a taxi.
If we connect, the sex will be out of this world.
Okay, through the delirium I heard the S word
Mm, mm feel it, Mm, mm, feel it, Mm, mm, can you feel it.
I can definitely feel something.
It’s getting stronger, we are one.
We definitely are.
We must connect.
We definitely must.
Before my husband comes off the night shift.
Thought I heard the H word there.
Let us be one.
Let us wind back to the husband.
He is but a component in time.
What time does this component come home at.
Six, but it’s okay, he’s gay.
Thought I heard the G word there.
He likes to join in, which can be a pain.
When you say join in, what do you mean.
He likes to join in
In the mantra.
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Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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This is seriously
Funny, Paul!
Meditating is a serious business. LOL
lol you just put me me in my very own mediative mood just in time for my shift! 🤣
You\'ll be flying at work.
Another smile Paul this could be a complicated menage a trois where singing is required. A good read my friend
He sure wasn't singing. lol
Love your style. It stands apart because of the absence of - 'here cometh the poet sumpreme'
All in the meditation.
Your poem explores themes of connection, intimacy, and the complexity of relationships through a humorous and somewhat surreal dialogue about meditation and sexual energy. It juxtaposes spiritual practices with everyday life, leading to unexpected revelations about desire and human connection.
The days when sex was simple.
This is clever, Paul. The mantra structure lulls the reader even as the situation unravels, and the dialogue keeps tightening the psychological pressure. Funny, disturbing, and very controlled. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Was a weird morning lol
🤣
Calm now…you are on a journey…on your way to enlightenment…no… there’s a certain element of resistance there… how can you possibly compare a journey in a taxi to the delights which await you on your journey there……?
Could tell ya but it’s for each to take their own journey…
There's enlightenment and there's five in the morning.
…And there’s the sixties, where I come from with its smatterings of liberation but also populated by some personages who considered themselves (plus a small coterie of followers) as a cross between JC and Buddha and dispensed large doses of enlightenment in a half consensual copulative way….
Now look what you’ve done - you triggered me….
This is darkly funny and unsettling in the best way—mania, manipulation, and menace bleeding through deadpan dialogue.
It walks the line between farce and threat, and that tension is exactly what makes it stick.
Was the quickest coming that year, and nobody mentions mantras to me any more.
thankfully no such people around me...lol
I can arrange a visit. lol
thanks, but no thanks ....
have a good day..
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