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Details | Acrostic | |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.

Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick | |

SARI, MY DAUGHTER-THE QUEEN OF BIRDS

                     The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
                     I asked her to come down and take a saree from me
                              She asked wide-eyed the price of it
                               I said,”Sari, you’re a cute tweet”
            She made faces, chirruped short, and flew to the next tree.

A  saree  is a South Asian female garment that consists of a drape varying from five to nine yards in length and two to four feet in breadth that is typically wrapped around the waist, with one end draped over the shoulder, baring the midriff. 




                      Sari came down and sat on the bay window
                    ‘Dad’, she said,’ you must chain the devil Frido’
                                      “He is a gawky brute
                                  Just now he ate up a coot
                       He needs your boot and a slap on his credo”.



                 Sari tweeted my wife” O mom, don’t pinch my behind”
                   My wife re-tweeted,” Sari, You are not of this kind”.
                          “Sorry to say you have no proper bum
                           So, Sari, how can I be a pinch bum?”
                   Sari re-re-tweeted, “Mom, a lie, my bum is twined.”



                      Sari came one day with his creaky husband Suk
                  “Dad, teach Suk a lesson, he must know how to cook"
                            "Sari, my darling, you’re a sweet fraud
                          Don’t crook Suk’s head with a teaching rod
                      Better teach him how to fly by hook or by crook"




                  Sari, my daughter, in mid September, gave birth to a girl
                   She was a ball of furry delight, eyes were pacific pearl
                               I said, "Sari ,you are now a mother
                               So you must not be antsy like other
                Sari hugged her child,said”dad, no worry, she will be a whirl"




Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Choka | |

Feeding the Ducklings


I still remember
when I was a little girl
mom and dad loving picnics
we liked this one place
with lots of old shady trees
and a wooden water pier

the little ducklings
swam right behind mother duck
and they were so sweet to watch
on the very end
of the pier I liked to sit
can I feed them, dad

dad said yes of course
but never feed bread my dear
he gave me some nice green grapes
some chopped old lettuce
even some grated carrots
oh, I ate some too

why dad, why not bread
he told me bread would kill them
water fowl cannot digest
bread- feed them good food
dad knew a lot about nature
and feeding wee ducklings too

I loved how they came
paddling fast to get a treat
mother duck drifted watching
then- watermelon
even I had some of that
I was just a small girl then

a memory now
of an afternoon feeding
precious ducklings from the pier
of my mom and dad
and that special place we loved
I still go- to feed ducklings

_________________________
May 5, 2016

Choka  x 6

For the contest, Feeding the Ducklings,
sponsor, Eve Roper

Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

The Bird

Mom looked out the window 
at the bright sun. From where she sat 
on her front porch couch, 
the world outside 
looked cold, 
the kind of cold that 
breaks wood and snaps utility wires. Suddenly a bird 
dropped down,
she supposed from the tree that towered over the front of the house,
and sat 
on the outside window sill. 
She caught eyes with the little, black thing and asked it, 
"Why am I so lonely?"

But the bird 
flew away after only a few seconds, 
certainly not enough time to 
answer.

Copyright © don munro | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad | |

Mom

I cling to her
As mama has a hard
Time speaking 
But I still try to listen
To her motherly teachings.
I cling to her
As I walk beside her
As she now stepping so slow.
Because I never know.
I cling to her
While she get dressed
And help her fix her hair
Because the days she 
Feeling weak,
Her appearance she 
Still cares.
I cling to her
When I ask her about
Her day,
Even though mama sometime
Get her story's mixed up
And she can't remember
What to say.
I cling to her
As I take her to her doctor and 
says the words Heat failure
Oh Lord tell me what to do
What more can my mama go through.
I cling to her
Because now easily when 
She eatting she get choked
Mama has gone through
More than most.
I cling to her. By

Copyright © SHARLOTTE NEWAN | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

Mom

Facing the adversities of life...Confronting the tears
Yet raising me in cradle of happiness
To my Mom…With Love
In every path I travelled
At every hurdle that stopped me
For the one who made me move forward saying that he is always with me
For that Mom of mine...With love...I dedicate every moment of my life
For every mistake I did...For every wrong step I took
With a smile...the one who forgave me
For that Mom of mine...With love...I dedicate every moment of my life
For every gossip I share...for every song I sing
The one who is delighted and asks me to sing again
For that Mom of mine...With love...I dedicate every moment of my life
In this beautiful world of colors
For the one who bestowed the love worth hundred lifes
For that Mom of mine...with love...I offer this poem as a tribute

Copyright © Ankur Mazumder | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Hatch Bird! Hatch!

Once there was a nest
high in a tree
where no one could even reach it
of course
In that tree was a little bird
who knew everything
that his mom said to do
because his mom said it in a way
that he could hear in his egg
For that, he giggled 
when he hatched.
He was not able to fly
but he was able to walk
He walked to his mom
and they lived happily ever after
and never went anywhere without each other.

The End

Ava

Copyright © Ava Carney | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain | |

Feeding the ducklings

I lose myself by the placid pond brimming with yellow and iridescent fowl! Are they held together by filial bond in that enchanting man-made bowl? Amorous duo in a trance profound drift complacently in love's slow ebb One of them turning its neck full around to watch the mate following the love web I see them proud and puffy with their clutch leading ducklings to the grass-licked edge Six little puffballs, so furry and tender to touch— ambling towards two eager kids on the bench. The curly-haired girl tossing cold pretzel, the blue-eyed boy throwing chips in pieces- tantalizing the innocent birds for a morsel of vile food unfit for their species. Pronto! the petite mother came running With a word of warning and advice “Just wait another 5 minutes darling While daddy gets corn and lettuce.” Filled my eyes with respect as I stare at the young woman, slight as a stick. Silent applause for the mom who couldn’t bear Offering coated poison to another one's kid.
Written on 05/09/2016

Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016