My Days

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My days

May not be

As symmetrical

As complex

As hued

 

My days

May not be

As captivating

As simple

As soft

They

Still

Work

As hard

Go

As deep in soil

Rise

As sunward

My

Days

 

 

Posted for Kerry’s hosting Sunday Feature Artist ~ Kelly Letky @ Real Toads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited

Enchanted

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A dancing beauty

With folded hands glances, charms

Prays then slowly preys

 

Posted @ d’Verse open Link

A Tiny Dream

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My dark sky has for me countless bright stars

My dark cloud’s silver line is not that far

Art Thou within me under my dark sheaths?

Be in my heart my Lord my door’s ajar

 

My parched land thirsts for that shiny life’s light

The eyes are seeing without any sight

Blind leading the blind into that black pit

Let the filthy black hate-words lose their might

              

We’ll cover the dark sky with astral dream

Let our thoughts join hands and forcefully stream

Thou be our Pilot and steer the ship right

The dark world shall display one tiny gleam

 

 

Posted for Björn’s Ruba’i and Rubáyiat @ MTB d’Verse

An Evening Out

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Faint pink sky

Is pinned

With a single star

The evening bowl

Is filled

With chirp and twitter

Homeward feet

Are riveted

With weariness

Some are out

On the dirt road

Of stardust

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ An Evening Out @ Poets United

First day for School

my first day for school: photo taken by my father

Eons ago

Two little feet

Set off to discover a new world

On a strangely fragrant January day

Alas! That swindler-Time’s swift, crack hands

Have stolen the golden memory for a keepsake as it were

Under lock and key in His maliciously black mysterious coffer

Forever

 

Eons ago

A young father’s

Loving click of his first born

On her first day to St. Anthony’s School

Still remains and delights the daughter’s heart

Maroon Skirt, white shirt, hair tied up with Ma’s love

Baba’s precious gal gives him a smile tricking Time to save it

Forever

 

Posted for Gabriella’s prompt Back To School @ Poetry Jam

Vincent Van Gogh

Starry Night By Alex Ruiz

The brush was stirring with life

Stars swirled and dropped from the bristles

He cupped them and put on the canvas

They vibrated with the village and cypress

 

They all lusted for life like Vincent

 

 

The Starry Night by Van Gogh : source

Posted for Mag 234 @ Magpie Tales

Maze of Life

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                                It’s a maze

                       Stubborn paths encircle

                  In a never ending winding way

I have been walking from my birth to carve my path

                  Rest I may but I shall not turn back

                       Dark face has starry smile

                               And day star

Posted for Margaret's hosting Play it Again Toads! #8 @ Real Toads. I selected Kerry's challenge: Jorge Luis Borges - become lost in the maze of language, magic & endless possibilities

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Patterns of Time

Let my brief glow

In the blackness of stasis

Create a ripple of light

 

Let my white root delve deep

Into the dark path

And send up a wave of life

 

All life is a moment’s pattern

Like flash of fireflies

Dancing in the night

 

 

Posted for Susie’s hosting Bits Of Inspiration ~ Spirit Nature @ Real Toads…I used a portion of the quote from Blackfoot: "What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.”

 

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Sharing it with d’Verse MTB where the prompt is Patterns of Life

 

On Mahatma Gandhi or Pleasure without Conscience or Pleasure of living

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The shy kid* who walked like a shadow

Was once a 13 year old groom

Butterflies never left his stomach yet his stony words

Hit his child wife in their room

 

Squabbling kids!

 

The razor’s age he had trodden

Hacked and hardened his diffidence

The girmitias** held him in esteem

And some with nonchalance

 

Hail the change!

 

His easy way was bizarre to the worldly men

Hanging a smirk on their face

Eyesore that he was needed to get rid of fast

To save the man’s own race

 

 God save the Man!

 

But the bullets targeted his chest to stop that beat

Of the simple man

Red birds flew up from his bosom into the void and his words

Were the silent sun

 

He is no more!

 

Mercenary killers still walk and I hear their footsteps

In channels and paper

The red birds from the remote past bring me the silent sun

And words dance and caper

 

Poets still live!

 

 

*Mahatma Gandhi

**girmitia was probably distorted form of ‘agreement’-workers who were hired from India to work as bonded laborers in South Africa. They were deprived of basic human rights. Gandhiji fought for them in SA.

 

Written for Susan’s Midweek Motif: Social Goods @ Poets United

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Shared with d'Verse Poetics

Paths

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They leave their homes bidding goodbye  

Soft petals eager for a full bloom   

Walking side by side arm in arm            

All towards the same destination               

 

Soft petals eager for a full bloom   

Till time’s magic wand casts the spell       

All towards the same destination               

Tasting on the way the sweet and bitter fruit  

 

Till time’s magic wand casts the spell       

They firmly move on a slow twilight path                     

Tasting on the way the sweet and bitter fruit  

Their feet to turn stony gathering moss                 

 

They firmly move on a slow twilight path

Walking side by side arm in arm

Their feet to turn stony gathering moss

They leave for their new homes bidding goodbye

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Note: leaving home for the first time the little children set out for school, a new world; youths rush towards fulfillment and the aged wait for the call to their real home. The poem is in Pantoum form though I took a bit liberty.

 

Posted forPoetry Jam where the prompt is Path

Some Plants Need Fire To Survive

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Forest dies

The ash wasteland sighs

Forest fire’s nightmare still battering

The black muted pain gives off the odor of death

I am reminded of the adage

One’s loss is another’s

Obvious gain

 

Jack Pine waits

The fire-worshipper

For its deity to open up cones

To free the seeds like Sequoia’s or Manzanita’s

Only to confirm the adage that

One’s loss is another’s

Obvious gain

 

Mushroom clouds

Hover over ghost towns

Marauding aliens loot Baghdad

Dazed victim’s dead eyes vacantly search everywhere

The Dove for their offspring

I find Mother Courage*

Counting gains

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*Bertolt Brecht’s immortal character in the play Mother Courage and Her Children who was blind to her loss and expected to thrive in Wars

 

Posted for Kerry’s hosting Sunday Mini-Challenge – Triquain @ Real Toads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United 

Flight of the Bumblebee

Tsung Tsung’s** fingers begin the dance

Calling the magical Swan-Bird

Who is supposed to help the Prince

To visit his father the Tsar

I gape in wonder

               

 His fingers now talk in rhythm

Will the enchanted bird arrive?

To send the Prince to the Tsar’s court

The Prince is ready to buzz off

I drink the music

 

The fairy tale door opens wide

The Bird casts her spell

Prince Gvidon sprouts wings

Pianist sets free the bumblebee

 My happy feet dance

*an orchestral interlude written by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov for his opera The Tale of Tsar Saltan (based on a Russian folk tale) composed in 1899-1900.

**an amazing child pianist  

I am not sure if this poem followed any meter…

Posted @ d’Verse MTB where the prompt is Your (Own) Beat

                                                    

DAY-DREAM

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The mountain playfully blows the sun bubble

That shares its joy with the lake

The lake ecstatic by the warm touch

Shivers and plays her magical wavy notes

That catch the milk white ballerina

Who shakes her fairy wings

And dances and dances and dances

The joy ripples spread farther and farther

                                

I sail my happy dream in the wave

With the hope of reaching the land

Where it is most needed…………..

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Happiness @ PU

FIVE SUGARED ALMONDS

FIVE SUGARED ALMONDS

Five sugared almonds

As Wedding favors

Ensure marital bliss

In some cultures

An odd number is

Indivisible

The tradition notes that

Five is the winsome

Showering health

Happiness, wealth

L o n g e v i t y

And fertility

To the newly wed

And two become one

Till death separates

 

Humans forever

Care for love, beauty

And creation

Never a war nor a carnage

For humans

Only if humans

 

Posted for Alan’s prompt Almonds @ Poetry Jam

 

THE TUNNEL OF LIGHT

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I wonder

So many souls

Living so farther away

From time and space

 All

Speak alike

About

A Lazarus journey

They took

Transcending

This world

                    

It goes beyond my grasp

How could it be?

 

What does it matter

If I choose to be an atheist

And think this life

To be one and only

This world to be one and only

Death to be the end of everything

Or If I am a believer

Have faith in God

In the immortality of the soul

And in rebirth

And I feel my life fleeing

Hushed and gentle like the gazelle

 

Truth

Always remains

The Truth

 

Inspired by Gabriela Mistral’s poem Dusk, I used the last two lines (in italics & red fonts) of Dusk in my poem. This is written for Grace’s Sunday’s Mini-challenge: Gabriela Mistral @ Real Toads

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I’m also sharing the poem with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

MORNING

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 The golden iris of her

Softly stares

Pink clouds are her

Shy words

Her river dream

Meanders away

Wavy hands catches

The warmth

While icy darkness

Fades and hides

The morning slowly

Pledges to shine

 

(35 words)

 

Posted for Brian’s prompt: write with 40 words or less @ d’Verse MTB

 

GAZA OR HIROSHIMA

 Hiroshima city before and after the nuclear bomb blast in 1945. PU

Their mantra was ‘EFFACE’

So necropolises grew of that

They are still very much living

And counting beads in darkness

Chanting the same old mantra

There is no escape

Can’t ring in the “Christ that is to be”*

Sigh…….

 

 

*from 106^th verse of Tennyson’s In Memoriam

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Hiroshima or Ring a Bell @ Poets United

AT HOME

courtesy : Poetry Jam

I always thought I’d perk up my looks

If I could wear those outfits

Displayed by mannequins

Beckoning at the doorsteps

Of the sparkling clothing stores

 

But that was not to be

 

Mother would choose cut pieces

Of floral prints and intricate laces

Her machine will sew her dream

With the magic touch of eternal love

But that inner me would want to be a drama queen

 

 

Posted for Mary’s prompt Home Made @ Poetry Jam