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Ode to beauty-w

strophe

I stand on the snow covered mountain
Colorful vase of flowers
Slopes  with flower beds laden
I saw the snow lotus flowers
I asked, “Why are you all alone here?
Beauty is meant to be adored.
Should give yourself to somebody
Before your petals fall to dust soon, dear.
What if I crushed your petals, I asked
As at these heights, you are quite lonely”..

antistrophe

One of the flowers quickly responded
“I enjoy the shelter of blue skies.
I would be too glad
If you choose  to crush my petals
My fragrance will spread everywhere.
Fulfilling the purpose and duty
If destroyed, not admired.
By plucking my petals, remember
You won’t gather my beauty,
Beauty is to see, not to be plucked'.

epode

“O’ lotus, you teach wisdom to man
Praise her beauty, don’t destroy her. 
It is the gladdest thing under the sun
Touch a hundred flowers not pick ever”
O’ man, pluck not wayside flower even 
It is the traveler’s dowers.
Silently a flower blooms alone
And in silence it falls down
If I am worth many pleasures,
I think I am too few then”.

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June 15, 2014
Form : Ode
First Place win in
Contest: My favorite poem by Carol Eastman
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Form: Ode (the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode)
Rhyme scheme: ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)
Second place winner in
Contest: Ode sponsored by Jared Pickett

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This is the  English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode. 
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure 
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.
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The poem also won the second place in the International Poetry
Contest of 2011 by Poetry Soup.
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Breathe in the silence-w

I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches. 

I see some gliding fishing boats over there, 
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
And Surfers trying to get rides on the waves 
Something close to eternity within me touches. 

I watch people running, strolling and sunning,
Setting sun promise to rise tomorrow morning
Like the human ambitions and unknown desires
Something close to eternity within me touches.

I notice the crabs scurry, somewhere hiding,
Leaving smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Something close to eternity within me touches.

This silence rubs, softens me, gives a purpose
I find even my pains are held in this silence
Surrender my self-importance, my smallness
Something close to eternity within me touches.

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Sixth Place Win in:
Contest: Breathe in the silence sponsored by Paula Swanson


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The Poetic Justice

As legend has it, there lived Bai Balkhash, a rich man
In the North regions of the then Soviet Kazakhstan
Had a beautiful daughter Ili who was without her Smiley
So Balkhash held a feast with a contest to win Ili.

Ili, loved a shepherd called Karatal and easily managed
For Karatal to win the contest of the grooms  staged
But Karatal followed the ancient tradition of love stories
Wherein the fathers were supposed to oppose the realities.

Now the lovers had no option but to run away and marry
And the angry father had no options to go contrary
So he turned them into rivers and himself a lake between.
Made himself a laughing stock taking water from rivers twin.

Today’s reality is Kazakhstan and China using Ili’s water
Poetic justice done, the lake drying, two rivers dying forever.

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Burlesque Form

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Dr. Ram Mehta
7th place win in:
Contest: Beloved Poem by Giorgio Veneto   - 



 






 


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God's Kind of Poetry

An eagle finds the highest mountain to build its nest
And lays the first layer of nest with sharp objects
Such as thorns and stones for the unborn with zest
And next, covering that layer with soft targets,
Such as wood, feathers and the animal fur.
So as the baby birds are hatched, gets protection.
As they grew a bit, the mother eagle takes 
The nest materials and mixes them up.
The jumbled mass is now a mix of sharp and soft
And sometimes sharp edges may cut babies’ skin.
And next, the mother stops putting food 
From her mouth to the mouths of the babies.
Making their comfortable world into painful one.
The discomfort becomes so great for the babies
They begin to fly away to get out of the nest.

This analogy of God explains the value of pains.
We don’t seek god when happy and comfortable
We turn to him only in times of troubles.
God does whatever it takes help eagles fly
It’s a wake-up call to teach every one of us
Not too much indulge in physical comforts.
God removes the soft coverings to remind us
That this life is painful and full of sufferings
And its solution is to soar in spiritual realms.

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September 25, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: God's kind of poetry by BriAN Johnston


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Quo Vadis poetry, a damsel in distress-w

Captive damsel of creative-writing programs,   
Personalized, eulogized job of small groups,  
The frenetic activities handy to very few,  
Poetry now belongs to a subculture hew. 

We have accredited professional poets,   
Creative writing teachers at all levels,  
Composing computer- created poetry, 
Creating illusion of the Golden Age artistry. 

These professional poets have secured
Their own niches in the academic world, 
They cry over the spilt milk like jackals
Snarling over a dried-up well with no aims.

Quantitative work is guaranteed success,
Accuracy, meaning, technique matters less. 

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Fourth place winner
Contest: Poetry for poetry's sake of Paula Swanson
Quo Vadis is a Latin phrase meaning "Where going"


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Mentor, O My Mentor -w

On this day I complete on the earth       
*Seventy five years, one regret                
My children and grand children                
Surrounding me with love                          
Reminds me go back                                    
My childhood                                                
Days I missed                                                     
With my                                                         
Dad.                                                                

Dad                                                                   
Caring                                                               
My mentor                                                      
Sacrificing                                                        
Everything for me                                          
Worked in rustic village                                
Living alone, cooking bread                         
On rustic stove, living sage life                    
Putting me in high-school in a town.          

He didn’t live to see what I have scored  
Himself primary school teacher                 
No chance, surrounding him ever.             
Me lust busy upstairs                                    
Dad dying downstairs                                   
In the morning                                               
Lay in bed                                                         
uncared                                                           
Dead.

===================================================== DR.Ram Mehta
Sixth place win of Linda Marie

                       



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Sight, Sound and Scent




When I think of the bygone Christmas images that come to my mind are candy canes, cookies and popcorn strands adorning the Christmas tree. The popcorn strands are easier to make and still, I think,it's a family project. I know, decorating with cookies difficult but feel their homey feel with cookie cutters which can be napkin rings for the table Hear the sleigh bells ring creating the quintessential Christmas melody hang a strap of sleigh bells on your front door warm sounds, a great greetings for the guests. but the best sound is children’s laughter and the squeals of glee, as the presents opened. Think of the toys that simple things you might have played with a child like a jack-in-box or spinning circus top. Spices, bayberry and baked things are all scents that evoke the holidays. Choose the Christmas décor that appeals not only to eyes but to the nose and ears, drape fir branches tied with a red bow above the door.
+++ November 29, 2014 Form: Free Verse First Place win


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The Moonlight Serenade

Moonlit sky The splendor of your glow So powerful, I fell to the ground. As your love has made me so sure and enamored Your milky glow delights my eyes, your starry eyes dance and gleam, I’m set to forsake this life and yielding to the grandeur of your Being.
+++ December 19, 2014 Form : Verse Title No. 3 Dr. Ram Mehta First Place Win Contest: Enchantment through A Prism by nette onclaud Syllable Counts "63" on howmanysyllables.com


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Desired Truth



The
wedding
is supreme
occidental 
mechanism to control other’s body.
When desire tends to be problematic,
to libido
we give the
order
then.
That order is marriage, monogamy,
and faithfulness.
That is the
desired
truth.

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September 17, 2014
Form: Tetractys (Triple)


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A Christmas Snow

Carolers sing in front of a garland draped door In scarf and boot turn, spill grog into snow pour. Approaching our porch with, “Come ye faithful” Open the door and come, let’s adore the merciful. To the smell of chimney smoke add the sight, Of the warm glow from window's light; And there's no question, no question at all, Christmas has surely come with the snowfall! There is subtle sweetness in the sun’s glow As people’s shadows fall on the white snow. Together the flakes form a soft, white blanket That covers everything in sight as if in anklet Barren trees, branches in twig like manner The winter has come with his stern scanner. Look there on the roof how the icicles hang Winter has taken rest from sturm und drang. Then they will go from house to house to greet In the eve, watch nativity plays on the street.
+++ December 6, 2014 Form: Rhyme Dr. Ram Mehta Fourth Place Win Contest: A Christmas Snow by Gail Angel Doyle


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