Probir Gupta Poet Acrostic

Lickety Split In the Corridor

Lilacs
In the parks
Cruelly crushed
Killing the pink buds
Eliminating the poetry
Torturing hands rejoicing
Yellow yelling in the panick

Some poets say
Power flowering in
Lickety split in the corridor
In all the starlit lakes and ponds
Totter the tube roses at the capitalist glare
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April 12, 2018
Lickety Split - Poetry Contest
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CayCay Godwin April 14, 2018 at 12:10 PM Intellectually seeded poetic imagery delivering a profound message - this is one for text books for its message is timeless, and its symbolism is outstanding poetry. It deserves to be studied. Impressive. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Probir Gupta April 14, 2018 at 8:30 PM Thank you, CayCay ...

Sanket Jain April 13, 2018 at 7:44 PM Alliteration, metaphor, personification, transferred epithet,... All are in your poem. Do agree with you. But modern poems are brain work too. This is my personal view. Anyhow, Review Pari Style Poem to encourage me. Probir Gupta April 13, 2018 at 7:54 PM Thank you ... Every poetry is a cognitive exercise ... The more the more precise ... At least for me so ...

Vijay Pandit April 13, 2018 at 9:54 AM I feel the metaphor ..cruelly crushed...torturing hands rejoicing..well crafted..best for a win, Probir. Probir Gupta April 13, 2018 at 7:55 PM Thank you, Vijay ...

Eve Roper April 12, 2018 at 8:18 PM Nicely done, Probir. I am going to have to try this contest...Hugs Eve ~`* Probir Gupta April 12, 2018 at 8:43 PM You will do it much better ... Please do ... Thanks for liking ...

Gershon Wolf April 12, 2018 at 8:03 PM Yes, indeed, the flowers seem to get crushed: Hungary, 1956. Czechoslovakia, 1968, Ukraine, 2009, Egypt, 2011, ad nauseum, ad infinitum. ...And yet, roses are meant to die, are they not?...'Tis the spirit behind the fragrance which can never be crushed...Much food for thought in your excellent write, Probir. Bravo! ~gw Probir Gupta April 12, 2018 at 8:44 PM Thanks, Gershon ...

Agnes Krampe April 12, 2018 at 4:55 PM Awesome alliterations, strong imagery. Good luck in the contest, Probir.

Freddie Robinson Jr. April 12, 2018 at 3:41 PM I LOVE this poem, Probir! I agree totally w/Nette ... so much powerful, yet subtle symbolism. This gemstone shines. Sparkling poetry from a master laureate level poet. Love and more love always. Probir Gupta April 12, 2018 at 8:55 PM Haha ... You like my poems ... Hence the exaggeration ... Thank you, Freddie ...

Nette Onclaud April 12, 2018 at 3:20 PM ohh, this poem was done with symbolic tones, probir; very forceful.. huggs Probir Gupta April 12, 2018 at 8:56 PM Thank you, Nette ...