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PSYCHOPOM
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POEM BY C
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PSYCHOPOM
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POEM BY C
DEAN colin leslie dean
Australia’s Leading
erotic poet free for download
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-of-FREE-Erotic-Poetry-
Books-by-Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria
2025P.1 The Sorcerer The Sanctuary' at the Cave of the Trois-Frères, Ariège,
France, made around 13,000 BCE P.2 sheela na gig Kilpeck Church,
Herefordshire12th to 13th centuries, P.3 Venus of Willendorf N late Paleolithic
Stone Statuette Found in Austria Dating from About 24000-22000 BC P.4 La
Fontaine plate, illustrated by Charles Eisen (1762)p.6 Fertility figurine from
Mehrgarh, Indus Valley, c. 3000 BCE
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this
PSYCHOPOM
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guide to taketh thee to the
spirit world andst back
perhaps Shiva leading the
soul to Moksha or
Zoroastrian Daēnā
perhaps
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Amokye Murshids or
Qutb or some helpful beast
to guide thee insto thy “it”or
perhaps those mysteries that
lie hid fromst the uninitiat
or deeper still that thing inst
prehistory that thing that
beast that be closer to that
beast homo-sapiens that
thing to taketh thee thru the
rites of passage insto the
liminal world thenst back
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transformed to a newer being

reborn to die to new life like
perhaps inst modern times
graduations bar mitzvahs
debutante balls or e’en those
initiations secret rites to
secret orders initiation into
certain professions perhaps
like of the Bar Yet perhaps
he she that beast be that that
taketh thee onst a journey
mythological fromst the
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bounded bonded world beyond

the mundane beyond all
logics “painted veil” to the
land of symbols to transform
thee insto transcendence
insto a new being formed to
be reborn back back with the
gift of symbols to a world
of mystic dimensions to see
thru the”painted veil” what
others of ideology call
mythology
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PREFACE inst the light of

the lamps of the eyes of she midst lilac
mists fumes of flowery blooms soft
skin softer thanst roses petals pink lips
pressed breasts softer thanst clouds
breath to breath love lust doth speak
onst each lips pressed to lips licked
ecstasy bliss joy happiness burning
flesh gripping lips quivering nerves
vertiginously pressed ast bee to bloom
doth winged creep seeking that hart
lascivious of amour filled of nectars
sweet syrups ast lips pressed lips
amidst foliage hid ‘neath blossoms
blooms lips hips pressed Ahhh stings
the bee the rose petals flesh transformed
each insto bliss to be
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Ahh doth thee know the secrets of Inner

Alchemy the Ambix Cucurbit and the
Retort howeth to light the furnace open the
gates to make the Golden Pill doth thee
know the art of Hermes Trismegistus or
that of Zosimos of Panopolis howeth formst
base metals to gold with mercury andst
cinnabar Rasayana didst to form doth thee
know

• nigredo, a blackening or melanosis

• albedo, a whitening or leucosis
• citrinitas, a yellowing or xanthosis
• rubedo, a reddening, purpling, or iosi

Ahh all thee doth need to know to

transform be a caress of lips sweeter thanst
honeyies -breath quivering lips pressed
breasts reborn thee be onst red-tipped lips
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Andst I erect didst see a flower

stem throbbing I that flower stem
didst see see I onst Persian saddle-
bags I soaked inst rose tints that
with perfumed didst to fill this
studio of lilac andst pink-flowering
thorn ast summer wind stirred leaves
amidst trees inst garden of scent sent
to I I that didst to too see the glint
of laburnum honey-coloured honey-
sweet to the eyes of I to meet
blossoms ast mine ears didst meet
the hum of bees so sweet to see to
think the birds shadows onst
curtains long of tussored-silk that
didst of I remind of I with to see
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with glee effects ast of like of those

painters of Tokio of pallid pale
jade-faced Andst I erect didst see
a flower stem throbbing I that
flower stem didst see see I with
petals pink swollen ast some fair
ladies lips to kiss that pistil turgid
ast some dark ladies clit to kiss
didst into bliss to reminisce to see to
drip fromst those lips petals pink
swollen tight honeycomb sweetness
syrup andst milk like under mine
tongue to slip to drip to press to too
mine sense scent of Lebanon those
petals ast flesh ast fresh ast cheeks
ast like an orchard of rare fruits
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andst pomegranates to melt uponst

mine tongue to tint with ast like
saffron cinnamon andst Ahh
spikenard doth I sigh ast didst
Solomon to his bride ast shadow
purpling of birds didst fly o’er mine
flesh flame-like tremulous didst hear
I the dim roar near ast the note of
of some bourdon organ andst didst
fly thru mine minde didst hear I
onst the murmuring of bees such
sweet sighs Cum ye in shining
armour knight cum ye thee swain be
thee be a she or he cum thee to she
that she that with the lambent voice
of Aglaophonos she that she that
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Smileth she whenst doth see she the

petals of the rose drop withered be
Be she a flower of snow embedded
in ice heart ast black ast the winter
dark cunt hole just shadows weaved
warp and weft fromst desires that
have paled and wilted lacerated
hopes and stale hellos hast in the
cunt hole of shadows a mourning cup
whenst sup thee upon flowers
decayed upon Styxs liquidity sup
thee and still thy hearts beat and
darkness fills thy eyes and stills
crushes thy soul sighs cum pluck the
cunts lips of I the roses of Pieria
or lay thyself like Gorgo in its blue
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and purple shadows cold within

those lips shroud Morte Un Jour
cum swain burst forth in song
supping upon the lips of I didst
hear I mine life fly by the summer
andst spring andst autumn flow Ohh
so slow Yet so fast that all we doth
of life doth say of love andst lust
all that tempts thenst doth fly away
as didst to say that Poet thenst
doth thenst found I thru walking
thru portal laced ast like a Morris
tome of boarded of Dante Andst
Doth I didst I didst doth to
Andst didst I walk inst the twilight
life of I thru light where be
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mouldering leaves of eddies of winds

autumnal that blow thru this stagnate
light like that life who pulses didst
pause to die midst blackness andst
murky shadows silent cold motionless
this light with bleak wailing wind
midst shadows that seem to watch ast
that Poet didst exclaim lay about leaves
lying not dying But dead as heaped
uponst a sepulchre didst see I a
wilted dried pallid-pink-petaled daisy
ast languid limp lilac blooms that
flickered with sparks of moonlight like
glittering stars that flashed o’er dead
grasshoppers andst Oh such loveliness
didst lie with brown gauze wings andst
a dead thing a blue thread of sapphire
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burning light that shrivelled dragon-fly

that lit the light the light like
undulating snow a “painted veil” of
white laced limp stems laced andst
twigs entwined with dead flowery
forms to form such patterns ast boarded
inst a Kelmscott Press Paradise
Lost Ahh those dried leaves with
withered stems didst weave ast
bleached hair like threads of spider-
webs tipped with moon-like dew
mingled this mesh of hair-like light
around to surround dead lilac iris andst
faded roses dried tinted with light
silver-like that floated ast vapours o’er
Fields of Asphodel ast didst see
I I didst trickling down from ast a
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high and beetling rock see sheer-falling

waters of sticks that didst I see see
I inst front of I not far nor near
I hear that didst some fear instil I
inst I Ahh But inst front of I
didst betwixt that stream andst I
that didst But seen to maketh no
sense didst I see see around
surrounded with shells pink like
flesh shells with lips spread
iridescent which fromst those mouth
vapours odorous didst to float ast
foam rippled by the airs luminous ast
dew moonlight lit lips tips with
luculent bright sparks that drifted ast
onst the light like flowers kissed by
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moonbeams with perfumes of ripe

fruit which the lips of didst to pulse
andst to swell to long to kiss with
bliss those nebulous stars of flesh
whose perfumes doth uponst mine
breath doth all joys to But to
promise thenst within their midst
didst see I ast of thru pink
perfumed mist she sheela na gig eyes
like glass grapes emeralds that
flickered with long stare set inst
eyelids of gold ‘neath hair tipped with
pearls curls furls of dark threads
‘neath that face of ivory flesh flower-
like ast of a doll that face-flower
laced with that hair that waved onst
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the air wisps that kissed cheeks

flesh that didst twirl to mine eyes
serpent-like interlacing mine face
facing they twirl twined to furl to
curl ast snakes serpentine those eyes
Ohhh those eyes of grapes green
changed hue to my view didst strange
tints of emeralds flicker ast of
spring sheens or autumns dull beams
those greens of those grape-glass
eyes didst to too mesmerise mine
eyes mine minde that moth to those
eyes of green Ohh so green fire-
flames to kiss mine flesh those eyes
of perfumed delight ‘neath that hair
ast of orchard foliage speckled with
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with pearls ast of moonlight

frozenBut Ahh those lips spread
puffy swollen flesh rose petals red
flames spread of cruel bite that hole
that abyss of cruel kiss that didst
spread those flames that mine flesh
didst kiss nectar golden drips
odorous fumes spread o’er mine flesh
mine breath mine Ohh mine little
death within that swollen puffy flesh
with dew drops inst fine moonlight
mesh tenuous threads of star-light-
flames-lit that light that hole ast
tomb lit by flowery blooms of
perfumed light roses tints andst
violets blent inst to those dreams of
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mine scented of flowers andst ripe

fruit those lips enlacements of
dream quiver to with tremulous
throb that long Oh that long for mine
embrace within that abyss the
ecstasy of death perfumed
voluptuousness fromst those lips
doth But spill within didst I that
flume didst to go to go to fill to
crawl along that long canal I doth
tell cramped all fears didst I uponst
I befell to crawl that flume ast a
pipe long maybe 50 or to tell 75
yards to crawl along thenst Ah
thenst to see to see with a cavern
deep of light animal forms lit inst
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flight uponst all wall plains of

animals ast of the Serengeti
engraved with paint Ahh Ahh
thenst didst I see that form huge of
height lit by saffron light of lion
body andst genitalia of some feline
the legs of man andst antlers of stag
of ivory white stalagmite icicles
sparkling crystal-like radiant crown
that lit purpling shadows glint of
sumptuous hues to mine view with
eyes of owl jade dishes orbs
perfumed light to fall to too fly
uponst the walls fromst pearly lids
didst splash about within the
shadows fromst those eyes shades
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of peridot cymophane rosettes that

swirl inst liquid flames fromst those
eyes sculptured amschirs that all
within the cavern deep doth stain
those plains with all the dyes that
doth fromst those eyes to seep to see
all ast of window of glass stained of
Burne-Jones thenst that Beasty
didst to I to beckon I to ride it to
guide I it didst taketh I thru vaults
thru columns of onyx doors of
porphyry to see dwelling of magic
display decors andst floors inlaid
naves past the lady of honeyed kisses
with eyes of sapphire past again
“The Lady Of Delights” adorned
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with eyes full bloomed inst splendour

to a door of pure gold such a door of
Nabuchodonsor around the floor liquid
perfumed puddled of odours of tuberose
cinnamon andst acacia ast gems of fire
lit the eyes of bulls enamelled inst hues
of rain bowed light the entrance onst
fire with golds andst stones of the suns
bright brilliance thenst that Beasty
didst do to tell “Open the house
Keeper of the door” thru which didst he
lead me thru the lapis lazuli halls ast
Inanna didst to for to see she
Ereshkigal he didst lead I to ascend or
to But descend steps naught which
couldst say I to which uponst the step
we passed Ahh Ahhhh such delight to
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see ast of some Ingres painting filled

the minde of I filled I of delight bright
sight 1000 gleams it seems the light
bright of opaline light flowers sight
chrysoberly olivine uvarovite sprites
that fly Ohh doth fly with wings of
sapphire fires that ignite fires that light
the flesh that light the breath to spark to
skip to fire 1000 wings to sing to
flying emotions nuances of desires on
fire each iridescent thing inst its
enamelled Alvéole each thing inst each
cubical ordered doth to But mine minde
to ecstasy to desires emotions to bring
sing within such ordered things such
ordered things doth to to But bring
Ohh such delights
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That doth we uponst the step nexts we

passed Ahh Ahhhh such delight to hear
here ast of some Sargent painting filled
the sight of me didst hear we 5000 beats
of instruments of nacre andst silver gilded
andst inlaid pearled strung of strings
andst drums andst clashes of sounds so
andst so sweet the ear to meet chords
strung onst psalterions andst lyres sweet
tones that rippled the wings of dragon-
flies gold laced silver trimmed eyes of
cymophane pearly sparks that flash to
ripple onst rhythms sistra harmonies that
ravish to kiss the flesh of beetles rich eyes
blue sapphire flames green enamelled
iridescent feet tips that seem to skip onst
tympanons where melodies doth kiss mine
ears with such amorous delight that throb
mine veins with ecstasies of delight
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That doth we uponst the step nexts we

passed Ahh Ahhhh such delight to smell
here to tell ast of some van Gough
painting to see within the airs spirals to
left spiral to right of 10000 perfumes
splashed inst light whorls of oliban twirls
myrrh swirls of turberose andst neroli rose
fromst urns ewers amschirs of olivine
sardonyx and turquoise green the scent to
mesh weave tints of crimson ast some
sunset mist dancing fumes of vanilla lemon
andst spikenard to seem to make mine sense
to dance brilliant melodious skips with
delicacies of delight that seem to burn like
fire follets along my sense amour to light
with delight the scents along mine sense
interlacing joys andst desire fires to glow
to catch fire within mine soul fanned by
mine souls desires lit by scents sent
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That doth we uponst the step nexts we

passed Ahh Ahhhh such delight to taste
the tongue to race ast of some Matisse
painting to see the tongue to place uponst
20000 things to taste fruits andst syrups
andst sweet unknown things inst bowls of
sardonyx trimmed with rubies bright to cast
lilac light andst crimson hues o’er purees
of Mangosteens unctuous mangoes
pemelos undulating tastes along mine
tongue the figs to lick inst plates of
olivine pearls decked Ahh subtle supple
slithering thru moisty oozy slopply things
the tongues tip sings the lick the flick
Ahh to dip the nuances of wetness
voluptuous tingles amorous throbs the lick
the tongues tip sparks fly fromst high
Ahh the tastes dance farandoles along its
length luscious joy the fruits doth to cloy
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That doth we uponst the step nexts we

passed Ahh Ahhhh such delight to feel
the touch ast of some Picasso painting to
see 30000 blooms flowery forms
voluptuous delicate to form diclytra of little
harts red to feel the softness of labiates
pulpy flesh parts so smooth the spadices
the silky contractiles to too the incarvillea
andst delphimiums Oh so so Ohh that
exquisiteness the touch sensations
infinities of sensualities of feel golden
calyxes silky feels oozy touch of
nelumbriums the quivering ast shadows
purpled doth of the flesh of I to kiss ast
an honeyed breath sensations of
smoothness nauanced subtleties the flesh to
burst to flames lust love joy raptures to
thrill tingle mine flesh with touch feel to
feel amour ripple flesh on mine breath to
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That doth we uponst the step nexts we

passed Ahh Ahh such delight to see the
sight ast of some Kandinsky
Painting to see 40000 tints of fireflies
moths butterflies dragon-flies magically
fulgent flash past the eyes of I infinite
hues fulgurant lightning flash streaks of
gold ast dragonflies fly thru splashes of
blue cast by butterflies that fly past of
floating colours bubbles that burst rapture
bliss of intoxications voluptuous delight
inst the coloured light that doth the eyes of
I to kiss the streaks the threads the fibres
of tinted lines that weave andst web-like
paint to see I bees pollen drip ast mists
saffron fire the room lit splashed bright
light twinklings of stars flash dragon-flies
butterflies an infinite bliss thru the colours
that kiss with heated lips mine flesh
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Thenst thenst doth we the step to take

Ahh a painting ast of Pollock delightful
bliss sensations sublime 50000 suns
burst inst mine minde sensations taste
awake sweet sounds that take my minde to
colours hues to new sensations touch that
onst mine ears place rhapsodies within
mine sense of smell to taste unordered
senses chaos of bliss ineffable delight
numinous joys alight within mine flesh
drunk drugged who doth know what
sublime intoxications Ahh Ohh doth I
seem to die into Ohh know I not what the
minde doth to explode burst to diamantine
stars of froth reborn ast hear I lay here
onst Persian saddle-bags I soaked inst
perfumed scents midst I with flower

stems erec t
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Circe
POEM
BY C
DEAN

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Circe
POEM
BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s Leading
erotic poet free for download
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-
of-FREE-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-
Press Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria
2025 page.1Circe Invidiosa J W Waterhouse 1892 P.2 Circe
Offering the Cup to UlyssesJ W Waterhouse 1891
P.6 Lilith John Collier 1887

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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N What be this proem

this Circe be it
mythology psychology
perhaps e’en theology or a
tract of mysticism hidden
within those ologies what
be those shes be they
spiders that spin bees that
sting pretty things that
lure or guide for thee thy
fetters to burst not an evil
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eye of banal ignorance but

some might say thy anima
the good mother or Mother
Goddess that lurk inst thy
IT no she wolf to tempt
no tigeress to of thee to eat
a psychopomp ast birds be
inst fairy-tales be these
shes that lead thee out of
thy self ast the shes doth
give birth to the child Ahh

be this Circe be it of
the “White Goddess” the
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mother of all things of lust

sensuality of fright of
spirituality Ah thenst art
thee recieter thenst that
Hero of a 1000 faces that
be he that comes to know
thru she thru slow
initiations that be for thee
transformations
transfigurations
To that acme of what that
was writ inst gold o’er that
oracle of old “ Know

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thyself” andst all

mysteries behold fromst
psychology philosophy
science General Relativity
Gnosis Ahh Dearest
recieter awake the Goddess
andst reciete

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PREFACE Dearest

recieter I reciete to thee of those

shes that thee doth kiss uponst the
mouths of she that form ast blooms
listen andst see she be the form of
eternity Mother Goddess formless
form pulsing radiance born of she
dancing sparkling motes of dust
those mouth be But caves where
doth secrets doth hide with
embroidered wings that the negation
of the negation brings that sings the
singing frogs beyond space time
eternity kiss her lips reach ecstasy
understand reach profundity

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Whenst thee doth sit ‘neath the

concave vault of sky to see the
lightning bolt flash light to see the
rainbows prisms tinted bright of air
andst fire of sunsets within that arch
andst to kiss the lips of a female she
woven tapestry of rare gums andst
rose andst sandalwood take thee
note what these things doth inst thy
minde to kindle andst to see that what
thee sees be But thy own minde for
the world be a mirror for thee to see
thee andst what may thee be go look
andst inst this proem to see

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Didsts andst I to uponst hearth-

rug like Esmé inst breeches of samite
white I doth to thee who may this
proem recite to give thee a yellow
jonquil ast here doth I lay ‘neath
Ohh Ohh that sky golds andst
greens ‘neath Ohh Ohh those rose-
coloured squadrons of clouds Ohh
Ohh so like a Turner andst if I
may say some Monet or Ye a van
Gough with paint uponst that sky to
play didst I lay here within glints
of ambers yellow chromes orpiments
andst green-golds bright bronze andst
al scents of sandalwood trailing
fumes that flicker thru glimmers of
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gold powder that explode ast

sunlight bright sunrise beams
sparkling gems that pain mine room
crimsons andst nacres that float ast
perfumed calices of roses sented
blooms within mine room that curl
along mine lips tips tingling fromst
Ohh the lips of she kisses that taste
of dreams to furl to curl to bust
along mine lips to flowers to show
Ohh to show I inst mist of that
scented hair of she musk kisses
uponst mine of violets andst
carnations green flesh that linger
fromst her breath that doth I breathe
inst sweet oleander that doth mine
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minde to send with such delights to

seep to creep thru mine minde ast
thru the minde of that Pythia that
didst soar I to the sky to fly lifted
ast a fleck of scintillating light
bright uponst the fumes of the breath
of the flesh of the scent of the
breath of the hairs uponst the mount
of the flesh of Venus the Goddess
of the little death Ohh to fly
uponst that hippogriff ast Ruggiero
didst I fly with like lightening-flash
those pinions beating wings faster
thanst an arrow swifter thanst
thunderbolt we didst fly Ohh fly we
didst thru the pink pink-gold-silver-
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silver tinted sky where fumes of her

scent didst to butterflies enamelled to
whirls to fly purple clouds
phantasms froth bubbles ast I andst
this horse half griffin that doth I
not doth But tame to westward we
didst to gain uponst the wings of the
wind past Hercules Pillars we didst
to spin within mine minde thoughts
of the universe andst all things
darkling thoughts to spin fromst
where fromst some spring or cave
darkly of gloom where thoughts doth
spring that Ahh doth this minde of
mine doth turmoil to spin that doth
seem mine doom perhaps to bring ast
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doth the moon pearl globe of that girl

of Vermeer drips milky light bright
the night to smear ast if Muslim
curtains veil the night that drips light
bright to spill o’er the black-ink-
tinted arabesques of stars ast
womens paps that doth drip that
milky sap nacre they doest to But
hang ast lamps lit inst candelabra
they net the night to hang ast
chandeliers ast constellations bright
gas-jet-light blooms to foam o’er the
black-ink-tinted night dark Ahh
darkly ast that shes pubic net of
perfumed delights ast rare blooms
they doth suspend a splendour of
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flames painted onst the dark darkly

black-tinted boulevards of dangling
flickering whirling whorls of light
bright to dance ast Baccha uponst the
emerald tips of waves bachannal sea
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swells tangled gloss ast of the

Maenads hair tipped waves gleam
flicker flames dew-lit-blooms circles
of fruit-flowers reds pinks green
andst tints of snow-dew uponst
waves embroidered blue lilacs
scintillate mauves float Ahh that
sea Ohh that sea flower garden that
vermilion sea I see ruby sparks
where lace those tips of carved green
jade undine-polyps yellows to dance
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those wavs a farandole light tips

flip those tips of dew apricot eyes
that wink to I inst rhythms those
waves tip to dance be it here hear I
a saraband those waves tips of gold
dust blooms doth murmur sweet
tones Ohh Ohh to see the arch of
heavens vault cast round the earth
radiant light like all stained like
oxides of metals molten to burn inst
metallic hues to mine view all molten
metals colored glow Ohh colored ast
a Burn-Jones window didst this
world see I as I onst that griffin
half horse inst liquid light iridescent
bright ‘neath the pearl-like moon
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alight onst mine chariot winged

uponst a pink-froth cloud with mine
thoughts that seem to inst mine ears
to sing aloud we didst thru the night
sail to float to where to see But
mountain tops andst trees leafy
boughs rivers that creep silver
threads o’er fields to the sea that
seep scented airs that seem ast
fromst some wet perfumed hairs of a
she to towers to see of ivory Ahh
to land But to land at the palace of
Alcina with those towers erect
turgid tall that fromst their tips didst
seep moonlight that didst slip down
to pool inst to seem sticky stream of
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light that lit the palace bright andst

didst I within that palace didst I
within to see strange beasts that
didst to But purr wolfs and dogs
she-cats andst toads with eyes lit
alight green flames that glow andst
falcons that didst flutter andst all
didst seem to flow ast about a she
like mist whilst around such lavish
feast that e’en that served to
Ganymede ast by Jupiter didst
surpass e’en those repasts of
Semiramis of Assyrian kings of
Sardanapalus Ahh not e’en those
banquets those banquets that that
Cleopatra didst to give to her love
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Oh her love of Anthony if I can

believe those tales of Plutarch andst
Pliny didst I sense perfumed foods
that rose inst spirals twirls andst
to see red wines hued as of some
rose melted ruby to see whenst the
lyres didst strum the flutes to tone
such sweet resound harps to hum to
the cavaliers to their ladies with
bosoms paps spiked that didst to
mine eyes to I that she Ohh that
she Alcina didst I at I to stare
mine eyes to snare Ohh those eyes
cat-like serpent slanted slits of star-
lit light that weave about I a net of
woven moonlight opaline threads
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that lace thru mine minde doth I

dream doth I scream those thoughts
of I that doth seem to burst to
blooms perfumed that tint the
purpling shadows that within mine
minde does to lurk Yet Yet I to
see she that mouth bursting rose bud
blood crimson hued adamantine
flints that tint that flesh that drip
buds along Ohh her breasts of ivory
molten milky white large turgid
spike that grow blooms fromst those
breasts that shadow indigo float
along her thighs that not doth to hide
Ohh that mouth that those lips that
long Ohh that long to kiss mine lips
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But Ahh though naked she those

tresses black lace twine around she
ast she be to see the Caduceus around
she those tresses twin snakes that
copulate to twine about she Yet
Ahhh didst she lift arms to me that
hold to I some terracotta thing of
spirals rhombs andst knots where
didst see I inst gold that 1 by 1
right triangle with hypotenuse bold
to see a glass inst crystal But half
full Yet to see half empty But laced
around all be that paradox But of
dean writ inst moonlight all arcane
to me didst see I Logistilla weep
fraught with misery for naught she
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or I couldst naught unlock those

mysteries andst too I didst I
seem ast Orlando didst to cry “I
am not me I am not to me what I
seem” mine minde to cloud inst
darkness all mine thoughts naught
couldst I repress confusions mists
matted thoughts Ahh to madness
didst I drop to tear mine hair to
scratch mine flesh to rip mine cloths
ast to doom too to swoon inst whirls
andst whorls ast to mine sight the
room Ohh the room to melt to turn
to vines with leaves to wilt to
shrivel twists with thorns that tear
within the darkling brakes lurking
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things that groan that moan that

shriek to speak with cries that hides
within darkling glooms to here hear
bubbling sound that resound fromst
fetid pools and stagnate streams of
decay andst stink and fumes of offal
that about I doth to dismay Yet
didst I take my way thru forest
thick wild andst drear with dead
hawthorn andst hazel intertwined
everywhere led trailed mouldy moss
bent twigs andst broken hoar oaks
andst where spreading everywhere
such cold to behold didst to freeze
mine flesh andst to coat mine breath
with drips of ice uponst the breeze to
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freeze that which I breathe inst this

green night that flows andst creeps
andst seeps along its way thru sleet
andst mire with icicles over head
andst doest hang like frozen drips of
fire Ahh thenst didst I my way to
make to take I to this place a
dwelling within a moat a lawn above
uponst a mound that didst surround a
myriad mighty trees within this green
night about a moat stood this IT
like that House of Usher within that
watery abyss lay myriad cadavers
that rot and decay to stink that hast
fallen by the wayside onst their
journey andst didst I see inst a
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window of that IT a bullock mighty

of horns spread thru window to go
Yet its tail thru the window caught
to not let it go andst to the door of
IT didst I go see IT a narrow
thing with MU writ above a
keyhole ast small ast an eye of a
needle Yet thru which didst I go
inst to the gloom the room down
stair that spirals darkly past doors
fromst which doth echo moans doth
I go to hear here groans andst down
I go past creping things past smelly
alleys where cries and gibbering doth
to mine ears to flow down down
darkly the gloom ever more darkly
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down all shivering things eyes that

watch slithering shapes down down
Ahh the bottom I hath found to see
‘neath door light sweep I o’er the feet
of I to pour lemon light bright gold
sparks that lay uponst all to mine sight
filled with odours of roses lilac scents
sent to mine flesh perfume of pink-
flowering thorn blossoms of laburunum
honey-coloured Yet didst see I like a
painting splashed onst yellow light
Circe like a Botticelli Dame arisen
fromst the sea woven of spun silk gloss
light that didst to wear a yellow veil
with silver flickering about her feet
doves of love that looketh at the face of
she Circe that not blink at I moon

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arisen how she lookeths at I with eyes

that stare that not blink those eyes that
stare beyond infinity that looketh into
all things to see sublimity glittering
inst the gloom that see beyond eternity
those eyes that stare that not blink
those eyes that not blink at I didst
she with arms of ivory white outstretch
with bowl inst hands that didst I to
understand be all knowledge of things
all wisdom didst it contain she I Circe
the knowledge of the Gods to which I
didst exclaim be thee real or not to be
thee andst from her lips didst inst
sweet tone Ohh soo soft didst she
intone NO to which didst I see
with not seeing know with not
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knowing to know ast a dumb fool

cant his dream explain ast objectivity
subjectivity didst become one ast a
ripening fruit to know she me be
nothing or not nothing be thenst the
bowl didst she up turn to out pour
all that dross thenst to be thenst the
vines andst knotted weeds andst the
tangled things didst all to melt to
clear a way to see the gate a gateless
thing to which didst I pass thru to
see untwist the threads of light to
see a void mirrored back to me me a
monkey

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The garden of
pleasure
POEM
BY C
DEAN
 2

The garden of
pleasure
POEM BY C
DEAN colin leslie dean
Australia’s Leading
erotic poet free for download
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-
of-FREE-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-
Press Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria
2025 page.1 Rinaldo Enchanted by Armida
1757 - Giovanni Battista Tiepolo P2 P. Sir
Guyon Arriving At The Bower Of Bliss
P.3 Ulysses at Circe's palace Wilhelm
Schubert van Ehrenberg (1630–circa
1676) P.5 Pre-Raphaelite, John Melhuish
Strudwick 1888
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

The garden
of pleasure
be it maybe some work to
fit the styles of the
Magnae Derivationes of
Uguccione da Pisa where
 4

by Dante didst to call

his Comedia But a comedy
andst to call the Aeneid of
Virgil But a tragedy so
to call this proem a comedy
might be to say to be true if
comedy be ast for Dante a
low average style of
expression andst subject
matter for common people
Yet some doth say his
Comedia doth to But cut
 5

across this division to be

But both thenst to turn to
tragedy But thenst 400
years hence the debate turns
to be is Miltons Paradise
lost epic or tragic But
thenst some doth say that
work began ast tragedy
verse 1v 32-41 andst 4 daft
began about 1640 outline a
tragedy be Ohh now some
doth say that work be But
 6

tragedy imperfectly adapted

to an epic Yet to cloud the
minde others doth say
tragedy it be not so what
be this work of poesy well
perhaps both comedy andst
tragedy inst part comedia
But inst its whole Ohh
perhaps tragedy so
wanderer take thy path
andst to see what thee doth
think it maybe
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PREFACE Ah Dearest reciter

poems lurk within my ink bowl
Write I my thoughts pressed inst
paper gold tinted sounds that fly
fromst thy lips ast note of cranes
float thru clouds onst mountain tips
onst thy lips dangle words as dew
that flickers onst flower petals
bloom’neath moon to give birth to a
breeze that doth shadow cast onst
lamps flicker flame azues pink golds
dripping fromst thy lips
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Ahh be thee the wander that didst But

finde tangled vines andst tangled bushes
andst undergrowth that no beast or man
could not forward path to fine be thee the
wander that looketh East Yet no path to
finde thus without to climb didst bound o’er
leaped that highest wall to alight onst thy
feet andst be thee he the cormorant that
inst tree sat to see a garden where about
sapphire founts andst streaks of gold
nectar that doth flow fromst flowery blooms
sand of pearl fruit to burst burnished
dripping rind of gold odorous gums andst
balms thy flesh to kiss be wander be thee
this be thee the cormorant be
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Andst didst I to wander to wonder

thru lands to that river Orontes
that grove of Daphne that
Castalian spring to which the
Muses didst to But to sing to I
to see that inextinguishable well that
Clitophon andst Leucippe didst to
see fire mixed with waters cool soft
touch as cold ast snow I didst
wonder andst didst wandered to that
arbour that sylvan lodge decked with
all of Pomonas fruits andst flowers
bright delight to suck that juice of
smells so fragrant that bower that
hour to Kaz Dahi where poor
Paris his doom to fall for too to
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pick the wrong beauty of all of

those 3 the apple red ast summer sun
bright ast light fromst virgins eyes
didst he poor soul to see more beauty
inst the wrong she to see Ohh to
see that statue nude that first by
Praxiteles of Cnidus to set mine I
sailed mine mind thru Karadeneiz
Bogazi between the Symplegades
to here Ohh to hear those rocks
clash to bang ast like cymbals that
clash that bang to the bacchanals feet
didst I roam didst I go sailing
before the wind the wind inst mine
ears to fleece mine hair to go close
so slow near Chaybdis onst
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larboard port whirlwinds doth ripple

whirlpools emerald green flickers
ast above whilst stars fire-flies
alight that tip the whorls flowers
rippling of whirlpools that yawned
to land inst the meadow of Enna
fromst which no crops didst to to
grow for Dis his love kept inst
that land of purpling shades whilst
didst hear I hear here uponst the
whirling churling wind the Hymn to
Demeter onst the wind to here hear
Sappho to sing of those local girls
onst Golden Aeolian lyre so slow
to go andst to hear here that golden
plectrum of Alcaeus of sailors woe
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of both of them singing to the silent

listening crowd sacro didna silentio
uponst a lawn of blooming flowering
asphodels I crossed I the
crystalline sea radiant moon light
bright inst that velvet dome to hang
ast lamp lit the earth ast an obelick
for fiery cold light an alter bright
to rise Ohh to rise uponst
Parnassus the Omphalos South-
West to pierce with shafts of
silver light where Dionysus didst
with bacchanals’ to dance out his
mysteries uponst Parnassus the
Omphalos tipped with flecks of fire
crimson plumes that doth to drop
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dew-golden gleaming glittering

steaming blushing tints of fire fumes
of light lit pierce that Dome of gold
of Apollo to that adyton sunken that
hollow that doth fume the Python the
shes decaying flesh that I uponst the
tripod didst the vapours to breathe up
onst mine breath the oleander of that
flesh ast wast determined by Lyra
andst Cygnus the vapours to breathe
ast that Pythia wast to prophesise
‘neath that sky that world that earth a
painted veil of hues andst tints andst
colours of many things that fleck the
light bright the flowers trembling of
scent like censers perfumed lit odours
vipers fromst which didst breath all
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things of randy horny scent sent mists

thru the airs to tint to tip hair tips with
tints of sandalwood rare gums andst
cinnamon whirlwinds of perfumed
clouds full to the brim with things like
inst air to swim ast fish inst their
watery lair Ahh these fumes of fruits
andst blossoms voluptuous ripe
bursting figs humids wet petals like
flesh furled the fumes of mist didst to
mine flesh to rise andst didst I
Didst I see the sounds andst
colours to hear the scents to taste to
taste that which I doth But to feel
To mine eyes didst I happly Deneb
to see bright swan that light bright
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lit the sphere afire with ast if a

painted veil to lift to view Ohh to
view uponst atop this highest hill
fromst which top the hemisphere of
the earth doth But stretch inst
clearest sight didst to spread inst
amplest reach that didst is to see all
Ye all of earths kingdoms spread
where inst their middle lay
Cheronese to see Cambaluc of old
Cathy andst Asian kingdom all
arrayed inst patterns where doth I
say inst andst spread beyond next to
they realms of the Mogul Khans of
Cathhain of Samarkand to see
where that he sat inst Ecbatan all
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these Persian andst North Hind

lands of Agra Lahor to Paquin
of Sinaen monarchs to Hispahan and
those lands of the Rus Czars to
Negus thenst onst to Mombaza to
Afric realms of Quilo andst to
Sofala thought by some to be too that
Ophir of that that King of the Songs
of Solomon andst Melind that port
fromst which didst set to sail for to
Hind courageous Vasco to Fez
Sus to Rome thenst mine eyes to roam
along Eldorado Cusco of Atabalipa
andst the lands of that king poor King
Monezuma betrayed andst oer all
these lands the light of stars didst drip
dews of flames that lit to burst to Ohh
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burst to blooms ast dotted diamond

that bloomed to flowers inst to garden
so sweet of fumes to spread ast
tresses of perfume fromst Gardens of
Circe like fromst onst Aeaea south of
Aethalia where lush wooded trees of
cedar andst oak andst beech uponst
bluffs andst hills so high so lush
peony snowdrops yarrow poppies rue
andst Ohh so true that Moly to
weaves scented tapestries of fumes to
form mists that Ahhh doth But kiss
those wolves andst lions that doth But
roam thru pastures andst Ohh forests
deep of purpling shades that dance to
swirl andst flutter dreams languorous
thru leaves
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those scents that kiss the lips hot as

perfumed roses blooms that kill with
bliss
‘neath sky darkling velvet cloth
diamond spotted stars scintillating
twinkling dots of fire light of moon
to the swoon of sighs like ast of
kissing butterflies fromsts East to
South andst North to West didst
inst every land didst spread inst
bloom those Gardened Bowes of
Acrasia whereeth didst to sing
sweet musics of the birds to be But
heard soft of note silver sounding
to meet to lull with waters murmurs
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the warblings sweet where roses

petaled lips crimson bedewed with
humid curls like kissing eyes that
doth to pluck molten love fromst lips
of sighs those flowers andst buds
to too But seep fumes that doth not
decay uponst those bed of love that
inst their prime that all they that
doth come doth enjoy before they die
for of they sigh Amiamo or guando
esser sip ute riamato amando gather
thee the roses blooms for they loving
be But crime not be to lay inst love
with pleasant bliss of kiss along
those petals silver lined like
alabaster flesh they twine ast webs
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of spider silk woven inst scents of

such delights

those scents that kiss the lips hot as

perfumed roses blooms that kill with
bliss
the fumes down rivers to seep down
to the seas with speed past
Ascalon andst the Niles gleaning
rivers of sliver tips to westward
through the deep sea to pass through
the Pillars of Hercules inst to the
Ocean to the Fortunate Isles, to
seep andst fume within Armidas
Gardened Isle with breezes soft of
airs ‘neath moonlight bright where
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Zephyrs shake thee awake to sleep to

awake inst fields with herbs, with
herbs their flowers to flowers with
smells so sweet onst the breeze be the
scent of leaves fromst immortal trees,
where by some lake doth rise high that
palace of marble white gleaming ast
bright white snow flesh onst each
breath to see those golden frieze spark
flashes of spears to cut for leagues and
leagues around o’ergazing hills and seas
that garden of purpling shades like ast
to a curtain of perpetual night didst
hear here birds that warble where here
didst one to see waves glistening uponst
sands ast gold ast Sahara sands that
curled ast some girls curls of beauty
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seen with all its curls of beauty around

mossy banks form’d like of soft and
green couches inlaid of odorous herbs
like diamond set uponst fine gold
naught that one hast ever seen like ast
uponst a canvas of colours vibrant
dance lush delicate covers the light
bright like brushstrokes soft petaled
blooms blent with shadows indigo
Ahh a dream-like place of tranquillity
serene where doth beauty to reigns
supreme andst betwixt all be violets
strown between such beauty to evoke
that Queen of Love the blooms ran
ast tresses to charm that hang ast like
golden rain to drip inst colours tipped
of showy hue to flow too to show ast
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knotted hair loosened to down to flow

to show thickly along flowers limbs
that doth enchant those blooms ast like
rosey with lips to kiss those rosey
petaled blooms that seem to smile to
beguile ast like flesh blushed crimson
tender across lips rushed with sighs to
fly like Nightingale that with warbling
lips to its mate to crush with sighs
fromst it to rush inst Paradise with
mate to play uponst lips so gay

those scents that kiss the lips hot as

perfumed roses blooms that kill with
bliss
andst fromst these Gardens vapours
didst to too But to fume ast the
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perfumes tenebrous off the hair of

nymphs with lips parted for some kiss
off their crimson tips with eyes
nacreous for thy kiss of perfumed roses
violets that kiss Ohh that kiss the
scents doth waft thru velvet nights of
marvellous lights of caresses of
immortal bliss kisses that doth of thee
to maketh to dream to taste to sip of
sweet languor’s within velvet nights of
marvellous lights of caresses of
immortal bliss andst didst I ast
cormorant inst a tree to sit to didst to
see fromst Auran to royal towers
eastward to see of those Grecian
Kings Seleucia great andst where
dwelt of old inst Telassar
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didst see I Ohh didst see I blooms of

fairest hues andst fruit to drip fromst
bursting flesh fromst trees with golden
leaves that ripeneth inst perfumed breeze
that touch mine flesh like whispers
fromst balmy toils all enamelled
iridescent bright odoriferous ast heated
humid flesh thenst didst see I for many
a league uponst the earth girt ground
with heated vapours fire-light-lit bright
ast glowing flesh didst see I creep thru
leaves purpling crisp peep to see to peek
o’er the earth soaked inst perfumed
scent didst see I to see eyes afire
with golden andst hyacinthine tresses
fromst flowery grots groves andst field
to creep to skip with feet inst tune with
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the leaves fluttering inst the Lydian

mode didst I see Pan lead inst
eternal moonlight Satyrs Nymphs
inst oozy dance gambolled to prance
like ast Bacchus andst his bacchanals
uponst Rhodope thenst didst hear here
I the Dorian mode to blast andst to
dance to clap they didst Ohh to Ohh
tips toes hips tips to flip to skip to
dance to prance around around to lace to
face to face to kiss to lick the flesh to
skip to eat the lips to clap to around to
go around the hair doth flow to go each
to each to go to show Ahh their lips
pressed to flesh the breath of each to
each to bliss to kiss to lay to play be
gay to cries to sigh to say Ahh love to
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fuck to suck to each each to each the

flesh to pluck oozy gooey juice to suck
to sip to bliss to fuck to suck each ast
each doth fuck Ahh the sighs the cries
legs spread cocks cunts each each to
each to fuck squish spurt they each legs
spread ass inst air to bite the necks to
scratch the cheeks to fuck Ohh to fuck
the nymphs to suck Satrys hard
dripping pricks cocks andst dicks to bite
to so tight the cunts wet legs twinned
with flesh with sighs onst their breaths
to meet andst didst see I Didst see
I coiled round the earth the spheres the
Dome of heaven didst To mine eyes
didst I happly Deneb to see I the
serpent its mouth to hold its tail
1
 2

LOGOS
POEM
BY C
DEAN colin

leslie dean Australia’s Leading

erotic poet free for download
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-
of-FREE-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press
Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria 2025
page.1 Order, via Unsplash P.2 Bacchanalia Auguste
Levêque (1866–1921) P.3 the world before the
Flood William Etty P.6 The Harem Hans Makart
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

LOGOS
be it perhaps an excerpt
fromst say a Romantic
andst Dionysian manifesto a
tract ‘gainst Enlightenment
rationalism doth it maintain
that logic suffocates the
minde turns the universe inst
to sterile waste land of
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syllogisms inferences a
frozen world of ordered
necessity a universe where
only the logical is possible
where myth andst instinct
andst sensory joy where the
spontaneous are all killed off
by logics laws invoking
But Ahh doth this proem
suggest that logic andst
words paint a veil that doth
hide true reality doth this
proem doth to say that ‘neath
the painted veil lays is found
 5

in passion mythos andst

nature not syllogisms doth
this proem align with
Romanticisms rebellion
‘gainst reason of the like of
Keats Shelley andst
Nietzsche who didst But
to praise the Dionysian
wildness o’er Apollonian
order be this proem an
anthem to ones spontaneous
indulgence of life andst the
irrational the ecstatic andst
Mythos dimensionss that
 6

"cold syllogism" doth try to

extinguish But Ahh maybe
just only a proem that doth
But say logic andst words
doest paint the veil the
sterile constraints of
syllogistic reasoning that
structure to its laws a
dream an illusion a mirage
of the minde drugged by logic
andst words so read
wayfarer perhaps thee cant
e’en see the painted veil
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PREFACE
Ahh Dearest recieter come Ye near
andst doest of thee freely lend me thy
ear that I canst tell to thee my
thoughts of thee inst words of much
flattery full of tropes andst conceits
full of wit writ uponst thy frame with
words that sing thy fame andst paint
thy gifts thy image for all to see for
Dearest recieter doth I rain down
uponst thee golden showers of words
that tell the world of thee of thy grace
thy face doth I lace inst gilded words
that doth make all the world to sigh thy
praise Yet thee be a prick andst words
doth falsify that truth of reality
 8

Ahh wayfarer beware the systems of thought be

they science or philosophy for they be words that
paint the veil that o’erlays what may be reality Yet
deeper still that veil be But woven by logos logic
syllogism logics laws doest But create the dream the
illusion the painted veil for logos be the barrier to see
deeper things deeper beyond logics falsifying laws
that hinder see without seeing to know without
knowing see logic doth say between the beginning
andst lines end be But an infinite of points Yet doth
thy finger to go inst finite time o’er infinity fromst the
beginning to the end Yet logic doth say that be But
an impossibility Yet some doth say the problem be
solved by the limit of an infinite series Yet thy eyes
doest see thy finger to go fromst start to end Ahh
we doth now But see that logic be not reality But a
painted veil for reality exceeds logic andst our
sensory andst mental frameworks our Monkey (homo-
sapiens) brains ability
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Inst the beginning wast the word

Didst I wonder didst I onst
contemplate ast there didst I didst
But see to watch the painted veil
arise with Aurora that didst ride
onst the rosy dawn fingered with
streaks of pink thru the orange sky
fromst her saffron bed she didst rise
with robe of purple sky light bright
fire-like the Virgin didst arise
fromst her sleeping bower to turn the
earth rose tinted hues with scarlet
drops of gold flecking flowers tips
with gems of light gilded waves tip
ripple ast burning flames ast the
dawn light frozen to pearls that
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flicker along leaves rims whilst

light skims along mine flesh the
painted veil that doth lay o’er the
universe ast didst I Didst I
wonder didst I onst contemplate
onst Inst the beginning wast the word
thenst didst I see didst I know
didst I awake to the painted veil be
But words this universe be But
only words painted onst the
“issness” the “thatness” the
“beingness” that those stupid system
builders of words Aristotle
Aquinas Kant didst But enslave
our minds that thenst cant to see to
see to finde our way out fromst such
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bleakness such a servitude to a

weakness of inanities philosophy
fanaticism of words that didst I
smell the stench those odours fromst
academia that doth house those foul
monsters that doth giveth out such
stink uponst their lips fowle dark
inke that doth swarm thru the mindes
of those that try to think about those
forms hideous doth swarm hordes of
those that hang off every word that
falls fromst their foul breath to breed
more suckling sucking licking
sundries of things that feed that lick
andst eat the vomit that doth flow
fromst those mouths of academia
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those mouths that doth froth forth

such rot of books andst papers of
vomit full ast didst that Redcrosse
Knight didst to But see that
deformed monster half serpent half
woman with her filthy breed crawling
about her feet ast those acolytes doth
crawl about the academics heels
those monsters that doth Ohh doth
see I doth But paint the painted veil
across the universe to keep inst
illusions deep inst their perpetual
sleep that they didst But not know
as sages hast of time to But of said
the universe be But But only words
that paint the veil that those serpent
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forms of hideousness doth keep all

inst servitude to words to systems
of enslavement deep that doth inst
their diversities of choice they lead
ast the Redcrosse knight andst Una
astray to keep inst the selva oscura
that Dante didst inst the dark
forest to be waylaid inst the dark
andst night with fear to reap with no
light to light the way out andst Yet
to mine minde their be more to the
painted veil that doth mine sight to
avail for thought there must be more
behinde the words that seem too to
paint the veil thenst didst I Didst
I wonder didst I onst contemplate
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ast there didst see I didst Inst the

beginning wast the Logos
But to know that the word to
translate ast word be But the
Greek λόγος for those Hellenistic
Greek Logos be But the governing
principle of the universe that orders
all things fromst chaos to order
brings of Heraclitus the first to
formulate the rational structure of all
things found thru reasoned argument
to prove or disprove ast outlined by
Aristotle to move to the true with
sound logic for only of truth be found
of logic to approve for logic doth
order the structure of all things for
the structure of all things must be of
the laws of logic andst Yet didst I
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wonder ponder to see Ohh to see

that logic be the loom that doth inst
fact weave the painted veil andst
didst see I didst Ohh see I that
those dialecticians Nagarjuna andst
Buddhapālita andst Chandrakirti
with their prasanga didst seek to
free the the minde of words to show
“the emptiness of emptiness” that
reality cant inst words be depicted
Yet be they enslaved to the mindes
process their minde to finde with
logic to inst reality But what to
finde But just those processes of
their minde the limitations the
boundary of our mindes andst howeth
doth they know what they know by
logic andst that Ohh that be that
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which weaves the painted veil

dialectics andst reasons deductions
inductions doth weave what be But
a mythos andst didst see I didst see
I the way Ohh I doth say the way
to lift that veil be not to drop words
or to ponder thru logics maze But
Ye to Oh I not say Yet doest doth
say Ohh what lay ‘neath the veil be
all that logic doth not avail for andst
thus the forest dark didst dissolve
into light bright for I doth I see
what be impossible for logic be really
the possible andst be what lay ‘neath
the veil But all the impossible for
all of logics travail for thenst I
didst to see without seeing to know
without knowing that Gods of Hellas
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gods of Hellas· Pan Pan is not

dead andst didst heard I the Hymn
of Apollo the Song of Proserpine
andst that Hymn of Pan thru mine
minde was led thoughts of him of
whom taught the unity of opposites
to finde the universe he posits thenst
didst hear I leaves to rustle feet to
seem to fleet uponst the air sweet
scent those feet deposits thenst didst
I see to silent creep Satyrs Fauns
Nymphs andst Dryads that thru
the lattice of leaves crept they inst
to the day awake fromst their
slumbers that logic hadst killed off
andst put away andst of cold
syllogism filled Yet to the eyes of
of I to their eyes didst burn the
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breath uponst the breeze didst of mine

flesh to kiss ast didst I stare
thirsting for more of the sight that
not one sight wouldst I miss for
with delight they came uponst
which didst I gaze with amaze at
their breasts andst chests arms andst
thighs with fevered step they didst
thru the woods andst bowers andst
fields lit alight with bloom that
perfumes o’er their flesh doth shower
to coat their lips their limbs Ohh
their fresh flesh andst didst hear I
the sighs of Venus for that love of
she that bore her up inst to love to
lose he to that boar Yet didst hear
she sigh with such bliss upnost her
lips Ahh mine love
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The eyes of I uponst thee doth with

joy alight Yet doth weep tears
whenst the eyes of thee fromst I
take flight
The flesh of I doth burn fromst thy
gaze Yet freeze whenst thee doth
blink to take thy eyes away
The hart of I inst my breast a
flower to bloom with each breath of
thee Yet to wilt whenst thy breath
to take each moment of each hour
Love I thy beauty for beauty inst
all things I discover Yet hate all
things that be of thee the other
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Andst thenst didst they all to skip

to sing arms to arms they didst
spring around the ground they didst
thread creeping peeping sneaking to
look at each to each sweet glances
nearness they didst to move to skip
feet to leap heated breaths to flesh
upwelling flesh oozy goooy pulpy
fruity flesh to kiss to lick to press
their lips to fresh flesh order to
chaos they didst to fling each to each
around uponst the ground to fuck to
fuck suck fuck those two backed
beasts halfs to one inst unions bliss
to kiss to fuck opposites blent to one
blissful fuck lips to lips inst kiss
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Andst whilst the hordes didst frolic andst

fuck to sigh to cry with such joys bucolic
didst didst see I midst their lust didst see
I didst hear I an Echo of soft of light
caress to sigh to cry
The flames of joy doth lick mine flesh
whenst see I thee Yet those flames doth
of mine flesh cause pain at thy distain for
I
Doth mine flesh burn with such delight at
thy sight Yet doth freeze whenst doth not
offer thy eyes to me
Alll joy doth cometh to I I doth tell
whenst my sight uponst thee my sight fell
Yet all woe flows thru mine hart whenst
thy sight fromst thy sight doth not part
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Andst they fromst the ground lifted

upward hopped to abound didst they swing
skip around inst each each to each to the
left to right kissed by Phoebus light to
jump uplift legs spread to skip to clutch
each lips to lips to drop to earth to inst
union with each to each to fuck to fuck to
sigh to cry to die inst the little death with
sighs onst their breath ast flowers petals
lick their flesh with bubbles of sweat full
lips fondling tongues tips their limbs
kissed by jasmines myrtles sweet eglantine
to twine around each fucking flesh bloomy
oozy vases of seeping flesh to seep pulpy
ooze to squish to hear Ohh to hear that
mush gush fromst flesh inst a howl of joy
to froth to foam to weave streams of light
rippling oozy bright the Mythos of Logos
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Hell Regained
POEM
BY C
DEAN

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Hell Regained
POEM
BY C
DEAN colin

leslie dean Australia’s Leading erotic poet free for

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page.1 The Feast of Venus Peter Paul Rubens 1635-1636

P.2 Franz Xaver Winterhalter (1806-1873) – Florinda) P.3 The Triumph of Galatea
(18th century) P.6 on the way to the festival Charles william wyllie roi 1853-1923

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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

Hell Regained
be it what a proem to see
whenst the painted veil doth
lift or perhaps a proem
whenst we see whenst the
painted veil lifts not Ohh
such ambiguity be it morality
or perhaps Ahh perhaps
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thee might see for some

hypocrites doth moralize
andst accuse the other with
names those with high regard
for their virtue doth of
themselves ignore to accuse
Attila the Hun Tamerlane
andst Genghis Khan
savages brutes of carnage
immoral scum Yet they with
Bible inst one hand to give
those savages of Afric or

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other poor savage lands with

one hand to give and with the
other their land to take inst
the same breath they singeth
of brotherly love andst
Agape Yet enslave to Hell
those poor savages they
blame of immorality the very
people their crusade didst
exploit didst do the very
things that they themselves
didst to do But of the other

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to accuse Ahh what we see

doth depend uponst whether
the painted veil be lifted or
doth lay before our eyes thus
Dearest recieter all doth
depend uponst thee what thee
doth of this proem to make
Yet one couldst say what
thee hates thee becomes what
thee hates thee doth become
andst of thy hate thy hate
thee doth But regain

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PREFACE
Ahhh Dearest recieter telleth I thee
with wit writ uponst the airs with
thoughts deep andst tongue dipped inst
sweet odours perfumed ast like those
moralists that with flowers choisest
uponst their tongue engarlanded with
such grace stirring tropes andst words
that doth lace that place uponst the
podium they doth fomst pontificate
with elegance so displayed andst their
thoughts so well arraid to with such
depth of wit to proue that their foe be of
such status low of so low morality that
they float high with such sublimity
andst no hypocrisy

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What be we see whenst the painted veil

we lift whenst Māyā is dissolved to see or
not to see ‘neath appearance to its
“isness” thatness” “beingness” ‘neath the
illusion of the phenomenal world what be
this force that doth create the painted
veil perhaps just simply words perhaps
that be that drug of the minde that doth
bewitch so wayfarer taketh thy journey
follow thy way lift the veil andst thee
might see some “isness” thatness”
“beingness” not thru philosophy But
perhaps anthropology

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Andst didst wander I didst I

wonder a flâneur that didst But be a
wayfarer thru this earth not be with
philosophy a consolation ast with
Boethius mere words the painted
veil of no avail Ohh howeth that
poet ‘neath autumnal winds
mouldering bones ‘neath leaves that
rot onst that couch of everlasting
sleep who now not sings poor fool
he to seek thru philosophy that
wasted trek onst that Great
Alexanders path all that he didst
But see be But illusions created
by he by who thought he doth see to
seek the truth But sees it not But
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see naught But his ideas which he

didst But see ast objects external to
he Yet they be shadows of words
But phantoms where he be But the
dupe of the victim of the shadows of
words the prey of his self created
dreams sweet illusions that But
deceive for the reality that not be
But didst I see ‘neath the painted
veil ast I didst But wander I didst
I wonder a flâneur that didst But
be a wayfarer thru this earth ast
didst Fleetwood with too much
solitude thru crowds didst wander
wonder inst travels ‘mongst
mountains along rivers up tall
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precipices andst thru verdant fields

andst thru lands of darkness Yet
not like he for I an Aesthete didst
But see all beauties ‘neath that
painted veil glitter green ripples light
reflecting golds to sparkle inst white
ice to see flowers bloom with odours
of sweet hue to tingle along streams
gilded edges of yellow strips that
meander ast webs to paint the fields
andst lands ast tapestries of blazing
bright light thru a universe of
glittering wave tips scarlet leaves
‘mongst shadows of indigo ‘neath
moon silver pearl that glows tinted
onst dark velvet night to flicker onst
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seas blue amethyst crystal fires

flecked the mountain peaks azure ast
drops of liquid grains fromst frozen
moonlight ‘neath skies unfathomable
streaked with plumes of dawns rosey
light andst didst wonder wander I
an Eolian Harp whose minde didst
flicker thoughts like tunes fromst
that breeze that I didst But see to
finde inst all the world diversity
that didst thru my minde to sweep to
flutter my minde to thoughts to creep
to seep within mine brain with all the
beauties of the earth to gain andst
thru lands of darkness a flâneur o’er
plaines didst I wander wonder inst
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barbarian lands of Aḥmad ibn

Faḍlān ibn al-ʿAbbās Ibn Rāshid
Ibn Hammād andst the lands of
darkness the lands of the Volga
Bulgars of the Oghuz Turks
Bukharā andst the Khazars, andst
Cumans, andst Pechenegs where the
Bashghirds doest of fleas andst lice to
eat to carry wooden phallus that where
people doest to But worship cranes
andst snakes where men of intelligence
be But sacrificed where adulterers be
But cut inst two fromst their nape of
neck to their thighs with sharp axe to
hang with each male andst woman those
pieces to a tree that all canst see But

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Ahh to see the Northern lights bright

moonlight float wisps of dazzling light
bright stripes ast burning fires light the
night with shades of indigo to Ohh to
engulf mine minde inst speechless
thoughts brought to this minde of I
spectral red mist of fire ‘neath which
didst to But fight believing andst
unbelieving Jinn within the night to
fight each andst every night since
creation with savage might didst I
trek with Abu Hāmid al-Andalusī
al-Gharnātī to see the bones of the
people of Ad with four arms length
fromst head to shoulder with heads
like great domes to travel with the
Rādhanīya merchants fromst Hind to
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Chin to Firānja along the trade

routes of the Rūs with aloes andst
musk camphor andst cinnamon Ahh
andst to see the trade inst the
Saqāliba slaves with Mas’udī to
see the land of the midnight sun
andst Ahh to see the slaughter up
the river Guadalquivir by the
Norsemen to put all to the sword
thenst inst carnage that be near I
saw they be butchered by the cavalry
of the Amir Ahh inst all these
lands But brutal be where life be
cheap andst Ohh so nasty so be
where all be But to seem fromst the
Christian eyes to be But Hell they
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doest tell to be to be the devils

scheme So didst I that flâneur to
wonder to wander to didst I go
andst along the route to follow the
flow of silver to Christendom that
didst the camels laden didst go to
thru the eyes of the needle ast inst
the heavens height bright inst flight
didst I see ast the sun inst Aries
rose rose tinted red blooded scarlet
hued Ohhh it didst seem to I to see
an angle bright twixt the
constellations of the Centaur andst
the Scorpion to mine view didst I
seem to see writ inst the clouds
above Christendom to mine view
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what advantaeth it me if the dead rise not let us eat

andst drink for tomorrow we doest die andst
didst I see ‘neath the painted veil to
revel such a revelation Ohh didst I
see such beauty such refinery to to
see to see a she inst scarlet clad
upost a scarlet beast she decked inst
pearls andst none the least of gold
untold purfled inst pearls of precious
stones with of gold a cup inst that
fair hand with cloth gilded of again
of gold andst purple scarlet arrayed
with trappings of tinsel that lit up
the lands andst bright fair air to
deck the blooms with flecks of
gleams of fleck of sparks that dance
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along the flowers tips to ripple

scents of odours fair sweet scents
breathed uponst the breeze to coat all
inst vapours of pink mist streaming
gleaming drops of gold that rain ast
dew light light inst tints of purpling
shadows to fill Christendom with
perfumed blooms censures of odours
inst the breeze of the breath of that
she those camels laden to swing inst
the airs that kiss the lips of all those
that be to live inst Ohh this
Christendom of which didst But
say Medieval Dante be of loose-
living corrupt full of materialism of
which Petrarch didst inst the
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Renaissance poor forth wrath inst

his Canzoniere that doth But
castigate where they that doth grow
rich to make others poor andst didst
I see those with pets of leopards
loins andst she-wolfs that let those
led about whilest with whispers
some uponst their lips uponst their
lips ast the multitudes ‘neath burning
sun andst the lights andst colours
spectrums hues variegated didst to
tint the masses flesh with mingled
charms perfumed with all the sweet
vapours of blooms andst spices rare
ast they didst swarm ast bees to the
honey-pot to the camels that didst
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thru the eyes of needle with their

burdens of silver slivers that
gleamed andst flecked andst glinted
with streaks of light more radiant
Ohh to those more ravishing thanst
the moons bright light whilest with
whispers some uponst their lips
uponst their lips these words slip off
of Menander fromst his Thais
Bad company corrupts good
character thenst Ohhh thenst the
pipes the lutes the harps the drums to
beat the feet to keep the beat they she
ands hes the shes that be hes the hes
that be shes andst all the rest
betwixt didst their feet to beat
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decked inst flowers blooms

fragarant of smells I willist tell all
to be naked to be like ast Pomonas
arbour they didst swarm to beat their
feet naked strove they to each to
each ast wood-nymphs andst Satyrs
andst Fauns onst heat seeped inst
wine andst myrtles andst myrrh
andst odours ointments to seep the
flesh the feet to beat wanton flesh
heated breaths the flesh dripping
bliss nard andst cassia to burn the
their flesh each eyes of each onst
temptation of flesh the fruit oozy ripe
to their sight gazed they onnst each
pulpy fruit to taste to lick to suck
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Ohh the beat ast lips to fruit ripe

ooze to lick inst beat of the drums
the pipes the harps desiring the fruit
to eat empreged with their sight the
fruit to tempt with appetite the lips
crush tight the fruit savoury of
smell they fell each to each onst each
shes with shes hes with hes andst
all that be betwixt the fruit to taste
to lick greedy gorged the fruit with
no restraint Ohh Oh they go
insatiable of appetite eating with
juice uponst the breath their lips ripe
fruit doth hang all seasons ripe tight
nectareous fluids drip onst tongue
tips ‘neath skies bounties of heaven
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to each to each a guest of delight of

desires fertile abundance of fruit
bearing flesh onst heated breath earth-
bearing sights the eyes capture flesh
multiplies dazzles the mass of fruit
grapes flesh lips gold rimed nourishment
of flesh to the beat the feet seeps the
juice each doth to fruit reach with
mouths tongues lips to slip inst flesh
fruity ripe ooze to sip the sciential sap
nectar sweet ast the grape well pressed
the pleasures of flesh ast wine
fermented bliss excesses of flesh fruity
ooze to drink intoxicated drunk onst the
ooze wine fruity flesh that scented
vapours sent to the nose of I that I
doth to taste thenst fromst that Pell-

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Mell of crowdie chaos blent into one

flesh of ooze that didst to But seep
juice around mine feet to the beat of
harp pipe lute andst flute ast a she
didst with flowlet hairs decked naked
andst didst up to I lift her feet
upturned that that censure that vessel
that fruity flesh to I didst offer that
juice fresh of flesh to drip ooze twixt
thighs flesh to I that fruit that be the
fruit of desires andst thenst didst see I
with eyes of the world hid by the
painted veil that that Hell of the land of
darkness those lands of paine that of
Christendom doth of to tell be But
Ohh be the very Christendom that hast
of Hell regained

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Paradise
Gained
Poem by c
Dean
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Paradise
Gained
Poem by c
Dean
colin leslie dean Australia’s Leading
erotic poet free for download
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-of-FREE-
Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher press
west geelong Victoria 2025 page.1 The Feast of Venus Peter Paul
Rubens 1635-1636 P.2

P.2 The Triumph of Galatea (18th century) P.3 The Triumph of

Galatea (18th century) P.6 on the way to the festival Charles
william wyllie roi 1853-1923
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N So what be

Paradise
this

Gained
perhaps a Medieval
allegory ast like “The
Romance of the Rose”
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or a Koan not of the Soto

school But the Rinzai
where reason be But a
hindrance to the ultimate ast
doth say the Christian St
Bernard holiness not
argument leads to the divine
or again ast Hugh of St
Victor that the uncorrupted
truth cant be understood by
reason or again Richard of
St Victor reason and the
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imagination be inferior to
mystical contemplation for
ast St Bernard didst say
vision be the way for logic
andst dialectics lead thee
astray so andst what might
the allegory be be it a vision
of the mystic journey some
doth say the world canst be
an Hell or an heaven such
that thee canst turn Hell into
a heaven or turn heaven inst
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to a Hell with clarity the

journeys end is But where
thee began all remains the
same what hast changed is
thy clarity the allegory thus
seeks to put inst words that
vision seen where to see is
not to see to know is not to
know But words do falsify
so recieter try to see the
vision thru allegory to see
the ultimate beyond reason
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PREFACE
Ahh what be this askes thee sweet
recieter Ahh some humble wits doth
answer with pen dipped inst gold writ onst
pearl paper tinted with those thoughts of
philosophers andst mystics deep full of
words andst fancies that all their times
doth keep some others sing onst
Sheppard’s pipes Ye what canst say I to
thee with vaine words that afford naught
But more words well let I say whenst
thee be onst the mystics way note that at
thy end thee be But back where thee began
I say for whenst thee hast lost thy
verbiage thenst thee hast won clarity
whenst thy end is where thee began whenst
thy words to oblivion thee doest send
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Ahh what be this blue tinted orb that floats

around inst within space what be this place
that doth strew uponst the many andst the
few to coat their lives with joy or misery
some say it be Hell others tell it be Heaven
uponst them that befell what be this duality
this binary some say that be the way the
minde doth of reality to say other say that
duality be just illusion brought fromst that
scam Of Aristotle his logic the excluded
middle that hast way layed humanity for
2300 years some doth say make of that
Hell thy heaven rather thanst maketh of
Heaven thy Hell Yet what doth this proem
to of the matter to say well with clarity Dear
recieter read the words or go beyond such
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Andst doest I to But to lift the

painted veil fromst the vale of tears
fromst Saṁvṛti the Sufi eyes to see
thru Māyā doest I seek doest
perhaps to see ast Dante didst seek
to see to be the candle ready for that
flame that flame that he didst didst
long to But to gain to see beyond the
shadowy play of realities prefaces
where the masks hast been lifted to
see Ohh to see perhaps what other
be the things to be where I doest to
see not unripe things But to see
where others sight be not equal to the
sight beyond the painted veil where
Ohh that sempiternal rose dilating
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doth its odours to exhale But give

off where be But all be But be
spring to see that without But
seeing to see to be to without
knowing to know to be that whenst
onst my journey didst I to wander
to wonder that didst I thenst to see
to know that that journeys end is
But the journey where I began But
Ahh But with more clarity didst I
thenst didst But to see before that
I began that rose be But a rose
that didst along the journeys path
became not that rose Yet at the
journeys end where I didst to But
began the rose be But again that
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rose But with more clarity that

hadst I But gained unlike that
Peter Bell that inst shadows
trusted thenst to madness wast he
thrusted to damnation where Ahh
where what wast Hell to heaven
turned to I to burn with heaven
unto myself to be to see with clarity
whenst the painted veil didst to lift
andst reality to see to lift the
shadows o’er the abyss andst with
sight clear to view andst those unreal
shapes that mimic all that the rest
canst But only see to I Shall lead
I to the shadows to lift andst inst
gloomy solitude to be But Ahh
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Ahh to be within the world But of

it not Yet part of that shadow dance
Yet with more clarity apart to see
Yet merged inst all that crowd
happier thanst all I hast But known
andst the shadows purple indigo
didst glow pearl tinted flushing hues
of dawn tinted colours spectrum
glistening blent mingled gem-like
stars spiral light vortexes whorls of
shadows bright light indigo purples
inst frenzy didst But to twirl
flickering quiver shadows ast if to
lift fromst the moon clouds of
speckled gleams doth lift the
painted veil the darkness to light
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bright Ahh doth see I see I Ohh

see I light opens round the space
this sphere this universe this void
this Ohh this didst see I where all
things to beauty be this space doth
But be paradise to those that doth
But see look looketh I andst see
all shapes to light with delight with
beauty bright with thy sight doth
thee create paradise to fashioning
chaos inst to Oh these words doest
crumble inst mine mouth uponst mine
lips tip to dust worthless motes for
these bubbles of sounds doest But
be But lie for what doth lie before
mine sights that doth But pollinate
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mine lips that I doth breathe sweet

incense that doth kiss the breeze that
doth kiss the bright swift flowing
ripples uponst the azure gleaming
waves the multitudinous all sweet
flowing things within mine eyes orbs
that glint ast crystals of fire like
spears of gold the light flecked
burning flames of beauteousness
untold that coat fromst mine lips that
flow pollen of brightness thru the
purpling light glow golden thenst
didst burst to dissolve the indigo
purple shadows that preface reality
andst to mine gaze didst blaze Ohh
didst blaze to mine gaze forth didst
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I see ast if a dream But But real

uponst the meadows lucid hues of
greens andst blues like of jewels
didst lay Ohh didst lay I say
beauties ast nymphs that didst
perfume the airs nectareous of ooze
that fromst their pulpy –fruity
pollinating blooms didst to glow ast
dew ‘neath clouds andst sky andst
burning sun of golden fire all ast if
painted uponst the light Nymphs of
pink cheeked flesh kiss each with
toying tongues ‘neath sky transparent
ast glass a dome blazing like a lake
of shining expanse Yet inst clouds
reflecting all within what doth seem
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a golden sphere encircling be it real

or illusion within the lucid depth of
mine sight to see those Nymphs
those Sirens fromst those blooms
the foam of love to ooze thru curly
hairs they each to each andst each to
me glances amorous sent fromst
eyes dancing prancing o’er each to
each andst each to me Yet of no
imagination those pulpy-fruity-oozy –
blooms of those shes they be the
forms of things unknown ‘neath
purple shadows that thee see with
clarity that take shape Yet be
nothing that words of which canst
tell for no name canst uponst befell
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To jail inst limits of thy mind andst

to capture inst they senses that be
But glimmers shimmering whenst
that painted veil be lifted andst to
see thru not seeing andst to know
thru not knowing that thy fancy
unhindered canst ast Dante drink of
those waters to lift those shadows
of reality to know to see what be
before thee Ohh those blossoms of
fruity-pulpy-scented-ooze that dangle
flushed with blushed flesh twixt
sweet pink flesh thighs odorous of
breath that lay about onst carpets of
myrrh inst blissful field of cassia
of nard of Armidas isle of bliss
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andst balm scented flowery odours

full this wilderness of sweet oozy—
flesh-puply-fruity-blooms of flesh
flushed blushed of wantonness these
virgins pouring forth that scented
ooze that fill mine fancies with
delights that fill this paradise with
fragrance filled to rise ast plumes of
light sky-tinting ‘neath fervid sun
burning onst those heated fleshy
blooms onst carpet ast painted o’er
meads of golden blossoms with
grasses of greens with themselves
offered up ast a banquet to mine
fancies with such banquets of things
that o’er spread the earth which be
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But a feast of Venus thus the

odorous flowery bloomed flesh with
odours burn a banquet for those that
see with clarity sate I inst cool
bower with enormous amounts of
bliss ast spicy forest deep within
didst kiss mine lips to tingle the
tongues tip ast wanton Nymphs
their savoury fruit dishes didst the
tongues tip of I didst into too dip
to please with relish this thirst of
I for nectareous draughts of their
oooze to quench with delight mine
appetite uponst those milky streams
those buds that turgid swollen gorged
to be like grape or berry ast more
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Nymphs doth Eastward stream

thru trees to me with blooms of
glorious shape such sight to see to
behold ast a new morn risen inst
mid-noon that they sweep along
oozing to their guest the receiver of
their gift that pour forth from thighs
with fertile oozeing of squishy
fruity fruitfulness that be the fruit
to bringeth forth the fruit that be
mine desires fired by those pouting
growths of flesh that grow with
each breath more fruitful all ripe
inst season that doth hang twixt
those thighs like stalks that enclose
those moist lips that mine lips doest
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long to pluck to lick that doth nourish

I to consume such for mine health of
such superfluous moistiness fromst
each she that doth the blooms to hang
ast fruit fromst bough or brake that
uponst the earth with clarity thee I will
see bounties of delicacies that doth mix
I inst mine mouth uponst mine tongues
tip tastes so well joined andst mixed
that Ohh of all the shes that the earth
doth yield fromst India west andst east
of middle shore of Pontus andst the
Carthaginian coast be sure to Scheria
andst that land of that Phaeacian King
Alcinous Ohh didst I see all those
fruity shes ast like some tabletop dish
fromst a Netherlandish still life print
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those fruity-flesh blooms doth I crush

with lips like must ripe-juice like
meaths andst berry anst kernel pressed
tight lipped pressed to sip that wine
some say be blood that some doth say
ast on the Phelgrean plaine doth stir up
rebellious thoughts or doth bringeth
excess ast doth say that motto at the
palace Culross MIHI PONDERA LUXUS
fromst Paradin Yet One wanton she
didst to I fromst the rest didst leave to
I I believe andst wouldst fromst that
wanton she didst receive fromst she
upturned bloom sweet wine that didst
mine minde heightened ast with wine to
be jocund andst with boon that didst
realize I Ahh hadst I paradise gained