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Spring Bud

                                
                                 
                                  
                                 
                                
                                 My 
                               breath
                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early
                                misty
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Details | Free verse | |

I Feel Sad Today

I feel sad to day

I feel sad in heart to day, to see what is happening all around me 
The season of spring is singing the tune of autumn
The Koyals* and nightingales have left without singing,
This beautiful garden and the trees,
Before the spring would have bloom them to sing,
In full throated ease and beauty
They have left the nest and the tree and even the Garden
To see all this 
I am very sad to day, sad, very sad in heart 

Adieu my friends, you are the birds, who could have sung,
Many more songs and would have given many more dreams,
To those who are still in the garden, in the hope of a Koyal’s melody

But these are the dreams for awaken eyes
And not for those who are sleeping
As day dreams can be put to shape, but the dreams of sleeping eyes
Very rarely get a shape and are often get lost in sleep alone
I feel very sad,  
To realize and to see things as they getting all around me

Ravindra

Kanpur India 31 01 2010			
rkkapoor@sancharnet.in
*Koyal .  A melody singing bird of India (like the Nightingale of John Keats)
Koyal mainly sings in the season of spring.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SPRING VIEWING

...The rhythm of cobblestone in Spring
Pressed hard by memories of wheels...
As I lie down against a see-through wing
Life happens...On the other side it feels
A daring thrust of Snowdrop flowers through the chills

The heavy gates squeak open...I sense birds chirping
As they move beaks and people's sunglasses cry
The priest is chanting while a couple is flirting
Pink buds welcome me reassuring their roots are not dry
There is so much clear blue I almost attempted to sigh...

I joke with Rain bombarding soil from the above
Like two teenagers who hate to wear school uniform
We tear the pain away releasing one single dove
My Dad in black drives back my classmates to the dorm
My Mom caresses me as freshly planted tree...her heart is torn...


For Francine's Contest (english quintain) A Spring Day

2/1/2012


Details | Free verse | |

like diamonds


two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water

drip.

watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.


Details | Lyric | |

The Simple Things

The shrieking sun 
& ponderous waters
The cerulean skies
& infinite stars	
The radiant flowers
With silver lined petals

All these things,
Among many,
Are things that amaze me 

But beneath the 
Shrieking sun
Ponderous waters
Cerulean skies
Infinite stars	
& radiant flowers,
Lies sadness
Subtle sadness

Such beautiful things
Can hide sadness
That is why I am afraid
Of the things that amaze me
-m.b.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring in Georgia

You never did see spring down here
With Bradford pear in full bridal wear.
Redbuds in attractive bridesmaid attire
Painting the scene with glorious fire.

You never saw the daffodils make merry
Laughing at the exuberant pink cherry.
Light hearted pansies giggling through the day
As boisterous squirrels come out to play.

Stately trees don their cloaks of soft hued green
Multi-colored birds that twitter and preen.
Everything getting ready for their chance
To be invited to springs celebration dance.

And yet I sense your presence on the breeze
Hear your soft whisper in the rustling trees.
I'll never know why you set your spirit free,
Sure wish you could savor this spring with me.


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Light Poetry | |

What Just Happen to My Spring

I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating


Details | Haiku | |

The Spring and I

Hummingbirds in love
Artists paint rainbows on trees
No one to share with...


Details | Couplet | |

Sad Poem About Spring

Sad Poem About Spring

For him, there was no one who ever cared
So sad poem about Spring he had prepared
About long ago when a friend he loved died
And seems like forever he cried and cried.

After a long time of sadness he realized
Through eternity he was being criticized
For poems about spring with no meaning
Off wall and into space they went careening.

Some say he had a horrendous scatter brain
Because all of his poems drove you insane
By and with the way they all were arranged
Appearing as if he was mentally deranged.

But really unbeknownst to both me and you
Was the fact that a picture his poem drew
Of a prospering poet who had money galore
Who everyone loved and always did adore.

Which poet would you really rather want to be?
One being governed by poetic rules constantly
Or another writing poems free as a bright bird
Loving his spring poems each and every word.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Need you to comment on this poem and give 
it a seven (7) so I can enter it into a contest.
Jim Horn


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mascot Of Gregorian Spring

All children gather,
'pon Eostre
...and it's Gregorian majesty incarnate
to view the remnants of the mighty hare.

To view the symbol of the modern spring;
...(and it's victorious savior).

A savior, whose torn scraps
still linger 'pon the tractor's wheel
...and the "dozers come to take his home.

The children see their spring become a graveyard
...and the majesty of spring, shattered;
an innocence revoked,
and yet more land unjustly taken;

...from the mascot of Gregorian spring.


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Song

The ides of March have gone and come.
Still, strains of vernal music sound
clear echoes, in my ears, of early times,
of other years: an orchestral swell
of oboe, flute, and violin.
The feel of warming wind,
the scents of orange blossom,
daisy, buttercup, and clover
I once enjoyed --
are those days over?

My recent times are flavored
with metallic clank, with oily odor --
my eyes fatigued by newsprint
and small-screen glare.
And music: the blare
of claxon-horn and siren-wail
and, sometimes, noise which
issues from a box borne on shoulders
through the street; an empty, but compelling,
quite insistent, loudly pulsing beat.

I welcome all new, although slight, intrusions.
Pale sensory perceptions bring back images,
now faint, once acute, of places, times,
and pleasures past.  Faded sights and faces
and shadowy, unquantifiable pursuits
evoke a time when love, like freedom,
didn't cost a dime.


Details | I do not know? | |

Red Spring Cherry Blossoms

Finally came upon such beautiful scene where the eyes cannot resist.
With such pure fragrances taking away the sadness and the purpose of life,
Lies under these red cherry blooming trees, the sadness and painful endurance of each falling blossoms.
Each leaves and flowers reminisced of my past.
As the spring passes by, nothing is left behind. 
I pick up the red blossom flower and smile, as the spring vanished,
I faded with the season, shedding the last drop of tear surrounding by red blossoms. 


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

When the spring rain falls, I feel renewed. I feel that I have nothing to worry about.
The thunder blocks out the cries on the streets. The cry of helpless children. The thunder blocks out my screams. But it does not block out the screaming inside me. The lightning lights up the world. It exposes the good and the bad. It exposes some of the deepest, darkest secrets. But it does not expose my secrects. It does not expose me. It does not expose my pain. The spring rain cleanses the Earth. It wipes away the world's wrong doings. It wipes away my tears. It makes me feel like the world isn't only mad at me, The spring rain covers up my sins, It wipes away my sadness but only for a minute, when the spring rain stops, I'm hurt and sore all over again. When the spring rain stops, I feel hopeless. When the spring rain stops, I wish it would start again. When the spring rain stops, I wish that it never started. When the spring rain stops, I feel like there is no meaning in life. When the spring rain stops, I feel like I want to die.


Details | Rhyme | |

On this day of spring Original By Rabindranath Tagore

So many flowers bloom 
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring

My friend’s heart is as soft
As a little flower
Whose negligence makes it 
So terribly suffer
Why do you come to her
And try to make her laugh
The one who used to come
Now doesn’t care enough

So many flowers bloom 
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring

God please keep the happy
People always happy
And let the Spring season 
Of joy pass by smoothly
God don’t let the happy 
People see her in tears
Since they overlook her
And want to live in cheers

So many flowers bloom 
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring


Details | Lyric | |

The Edge's Mill Inn

I came to rest 
At the Edge's Mill Inn
But that old smell missed
I just smelled again.

The longing quenched 
My surprise of you 
Then I knew
The old smell here

Was that old smell there 
In your home at Spring Ridge Farm
And the longing kept
Coming in waves.

So,  I went up to my bed 
In the Joseph Baugh room
Filled with seafaring things 
And a theme of sailor dreams
Where I arose at three
And stole the silken rose
Red from those 
In Gail's make-as-they-stay librarae.

Then swiftly like an old salt 
Raising the main sail I drove 
To Spring Ridge Farm 
In the night 
Where you slept 
Inside with that old smell
That I could not smell
And left that rose not living
Trapped in your front door

And drove back 
To the Edge's Mill Inn
To that old smell missed
I just smelled again.


Details | Blank verse | |

Wait For Spring

Neither you nor your love
Is any more with me
Perhaps we cannot be
One, in this sorrowful world
The heart frequently
Convinces me
The end of this life
Would be a new hope
To meet you 
In the world above
But it is not easy
To kill the heart
Which is the abode
Of your smile broad
You loving touch
And your unsolved knot
What you feel 
Is hard to imagine
For, you never revealed
Your heart’s intention
And no pacifying reason
To end the love season
Was it destined?
Sure as the weather and wind
That it will change
And the winter will have
A fearful revenge
By falling all the leaves of love
Turning them
Into pale of pain
And drying them
Into the tormented plain
Flying them away from you
With the wind of
Unkind differences
Now the corpse of love 
Buried deep inside
Waits for the spring
To again bring
A new sapling of love
From the deep to 
Lightened above