VYSHYVANKA’s AROMA Abdelilah Bouasria, Ph.D.
AL Bouasria Ph.D., CSM
Customer Experience Analyst at Amivero (USCIS) with expertise in Case Management and Multicultural Education
A knock pounded my door, and I unlocked its knob
Unaware that I had summoned Patience and Job,
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When fate’s bee honeyed its burning tale
Our mute eyes chattered a word in God’s trail,
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Once upon a shoulder, your gaze queried: “Are you the one?”
My granting head bowed to an aromatic scent on the Run,
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Winning a Yea despite Nay's vitality
Head-nods, Mid-way, shaking a carnality,
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A Ram’s pit initiated our Vodka’s tab dance
Cossack’s armor blocking Craby’s tipsy glance,
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Her dervish greeted my swirling chance
Inter Tak et Ni, whirling my rugged trance,
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My minstrel opened the gate, laying a mind to rest
Trusting Golden Fairie won’t reason-block its quest,
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“Cast your I” I barked, hoping fears would vanish
My naked eye baptizing her Word of parish,
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Yet your Moon, blinded by the sway, kicked my Pendulum
Due for a suitable yield once mists clear your Speculum,
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Amen if Almighty’s decree, named, in Akashia, this Legato
And if denial is his command, your Mezzo becomes Staccato!
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My hallowed olive tree points neither East nor West
Why does your Roman capital bolt me like a pest?
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Old Soul, what are wishes if not a gamble for the trusting monk?
My prayer rug is, flesh and Soul, a liturgy for the drunk,
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Imbibe with me in the puzzled reunion and ignite!
Jersey’s Moonshines disrobing insomnia for the night,
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O judge who reproaches my restless passion dripping awake
Do Justice to an enjoyable prairie that can still ache!
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In the Tunnel of Love where disciples weave
A Summertime angel pinned my heart’s reprieve,
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Pax Romana surfed in my Golden Dawn as daylight glowed in thy moon
Will we star in this interplay of seasons with a springing spoon?
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Our shadows might tap to the tune of a sacred reunion
Thy Sunflower’s tavern hosting while crown nods communion,
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Mary’s shimmering grace blew a gentle breeze
Its candle’s wit goose-bumping me to the knees,
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My neck surrendered to her branding teeth
But her mark deserted the taste of my Meath,
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“Run!” I said to the flashes roasting my dire winters
As Snow pauses in my head, I’ll host their whispers,
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O Lullabies purring gypsy specters in Carpathian heights
Why this fear despite sanctified rosaries and supplicated rites?
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Didn’t God answer Moses through Water and Fire?
Isn’t Bach playing St. Matthew’s passion from a Choir?
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You are Moisey, and he broke my tablet
O Tempered Clavier, did I fix your chaplet?
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Let the pen nail its pad and, in the tender stroke, seek the Word!
My ink unveiling dusk as your calligraphy enhances the blurred,
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In tides when high vigor heated my summer’s heat
Your claws scratched that joint in a heartbeat,
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Now that warmth migrated to your low tide
Can your dazzling eyes shine in my pride?
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If Apple has forbiddingly grown these passing days
Doesn’t that imply that its splits realized their ways?
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Moonshine’s Fifty shades are pure echo
Isn’t thy mind to my heart sticker to deco?
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If Night and days are opposites, let them gracefully attract!
If Siamese twins, port them to their original pact!
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Our mighty Dance swings with halt and move
As Vyshyvanka’s aroma covers only to prove,
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That seekers will take many wanderings to find a way
Entailing Flames and Rain in a celestial embrace of clay,
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Degraded mud is my seed, but I carry a divine breath
I am a mystical A and my second thought hails a Beth,
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Let it be known to devotees that I mean her talisman no harm
Out of a troubadour’s respect for a Flame n’ her clever charm,
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I dreamt, once, of a white crest crowning my head
A coral necklace, a blushful dress,
As the nightingale, in yellow realms, fled
Majestically puffing Morena’s bless,
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O Sun I’ll take your rainbow’s drops if you grant me heat
Aren’t clouds shaping these plants below your feet?
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My snake has been hissing to Gaia its Enochian Mystery
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Gently deciphering it as Christmas grants my magery,
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Yet your Rhomb with two pyramids is still waiving utility
As my awakening resting dot signals an insured prosperity,
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Is your insurance about collaterals, claims, deductibles, and blinders?
Can it be across grace periods, comprehensives, surrenders and riders?
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I fall uninsured as my nuptials surrendered to their scribe
My clear-sighted chest, moistening the heated bribe,
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My Snowball tree reflects your bush among cherries
As Ave Maria anoints us all, doves or Aeries,
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My Astral door sparkles seven skies, your star eight rays
Why involve one path when the odds show them fifteen ways?
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When our bodies were grapes, we used to ask: “what's the matter?”
Now our Chevron is Spirit, we’ll reply: “It was truly a Flatter,”
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Hear me OUT, Muse, with your odds, not your evens as you once did
Wear me IN with your gods, not your Levens, and settle for the bid!
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Mother will break the shackles of her awaited King
Her Grail, Sin fight, will freely master the Ring!
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Be the Grail, Be the Mary!
I am Tom, are you Jerry?
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Your Serif caressed me. I fragranced its calligraphy
Her Nawa fastened me. It became my epigraphy,
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My fingers whirl their beads in circles
Wishing yours made Arthur hum purples,
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Only then, our raw bread of the nod will clear thorns
As the Sun bakes my Korovai with twisting horns,
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“I am the Crab, and you are the Ram,” said an Astrologer
Flipping mirror’s imagery, spelled by a Chronologer,
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Forgive a hasty lamb predestined to reason after the fact
As I grasp the crab that, with a backed heart, does attract,
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If speed is my curse let your brake be my temper!
If greed is my reign let your bake be my kemper!
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I stopped looking for my keys and discarded clothes
I abandoned hooking her tease for Eve’s winds and blows,
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“It has never been a dance of floors,” murmurs the burning candle
“The Obelisk has already opened thy doors,” spins the tinkling bangle,
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“Come, come whoever you are!” whirled the Dervish
“Even if you have broken your vows” chuded the Starfish,
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My Theurgy faces Maniava’s Gateway, while I Pray
Titus replies until a Molfar, gently, whisks my Play,
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Inside a domed shrine, my Kupala meets her John
Matthew once shouldered Mark, boosting his Ron,
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I hear the moaning gales coming, stubbornly, my way
My blaze embracing your oceans in market’s hay,
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Discount your coin’s echo along idols in my temple!
Hear its Venusian Vibe and renounce their Mental!
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Drop texts performed in the carnival of priests!
Bathe in their “BE/hive” when men shadowed beasts!
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I invoke Hathor, the Eye of RA as I do Shiva, Vibe of OM
I squeeze my Aleph, drink her Breast, and seldom wail their Yom,
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I am a nomad in search of an upright tent and a caravan
A gypsy auguring her bowl while fire heats an Avestan,
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I heard a bang on the door, and I welcomed its throb
Ignoring that I have summoned both Time and fob,
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I asked “Princess Mary” about the Hero of her time
It wasn’t a Happy Nine to Five but just about a dime,
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She described how a father once set her free
And one sunset I remembered to bed his tree,
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Supplying the gourmet palate of my Sommelier
Rolling the altering tongues of her Cuirassier,
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I can ask every dawn to fire my night and it will obey!
Foolish if I see that yearly carriage as my neigh,
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My bend fits, like a charging bull, into her Yoni
Alarmed that my fading clouds decant baloney,
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As shadows echo jointly in my imaginal world
Or, inshallah, if they clear, keeping 'er toes curled!
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I am an Adam cooking his Eve’s role-play
Her tummy savoring ribs by the alms’ tray,
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Will my crystals linger in captivity?
Will their star breed in nativity?
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While time exposes my cookery, I have no time for time
As my notes dove to chant, with birds, their rhyme,
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That passion that kindled Pushkin’s heart may not trouble thee
As I auctioned my core while you classily altered honey into ghee.