Captivity

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Poor, poor them

They are captivated

In their adamantine chain of ego

Sharpening their tooth and nail

At hapless victims

Every link of the shackle has a story

Of oppression, paranoia and envy

At their serpentine move

Many a heart skips the beat

A life not worth it

 

And some have captivated God

In their hearts with a chain of love

Streams of light

Flow through their veins

Their words carry ambrosia

Infusing life into numb souls

Every link of the shackle has a story

Of renunciation, devotion and service

Their graceful steps are truly

Lotus petals in zephyr swaying

A life worth living

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Captivity @ Poets United

Tea or Coffee?

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Aroma of tangerine liquor

And sunlight’s soft melody

Combine

The morning ambrosia

To lift the spirit

For the day

Darjeeling tea

Bridges the gap between

Lips and the white china cup

 

Posted for Gabriella’s prompt Tea or Coffee? @ Poetry Jam

Play

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The beauty queen

Wears her smile

Like a jewel

As she sashays on the shore

Of many a heart

Among waves of praise

My word group: waves, jewels, shore, queen

 

Posted for Margaret’s Play it Again Toads! #15 @ Real Toads

I used first archived challenged:  Imagined by Ella - Poem Sketching  

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Sharing it with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

The Sun

       

I saw her voice giving the sun’s birth

A pleasant dawn for the whole Earth

Fly me to the moon

Little angel with cascading tresses

I saw rainbow in your seven notes

Fly me to the moon

I may not see the blazing blue

My soul has drunk the morning hue

Fly me to the moon

Music will play angels will sing

Our Earth will spread joyous wings

And I’ll close my eyes in sunny warmth

Fly me to the moon

Words in italics are taken from the song ‘Fly me to the moon’ 

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Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ The Sun @ Poets United

  

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The Birds

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They arrived here last year

And made a litchi tree of our neighbor

Their home

The white bellied pond herons

With a buff-brown back

Strangely there wasn’t any water body

Where they roosted

Even croaky frogs left disgusted

As the pond was sucked up

And a dry new land appeared

For new houses, new life new happiness…….

With the pond

Vanished

The fishes, crustaceans and aquatic insects

Did the herons go foraging a long distance?

Strange is the way of Mother Nature

She must have fed the birds well

Otherwise how would they sing

Their night away

With those hoarse songs

And scare the skeptic owls?

The topsy-turvy dance of Nature

Scares me

Reminds me of Apocalypse

What’s gone wrong I wonder

They are still here

Their tribe multiplying

Massing

Have they seen Hitchcock’s birds?

 

 

Posted for Peggy’s prompt Looking Back @ Poetry Jam

Silent Wait

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I scattered my dreams

To the wild sky

I stand alone

Bereft of my joy

I wait for

The mercy of Spring

 

My roots are deep

Strong in faith

Ordeals can’t shake it

Let the snow fall

I wait for

The mercy of Spring

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited

He

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Born He was

Born He is

Born will He be

Among all races

Again and again

Will bear the cross

Bleed, be killed

By His fellowmen

His only fault being

Loving them

Teaching them

To be Men

We will make Him a god

After the deed is done

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ A Man’s Day @ Poets United