Indian Basmati:
no ordinary rice
or Gundry’s being nice,
I don’t know which.
Lectins can be boiled out,
Gundry is insistent
starch becomes resistant,
chilled overnight.
I have to say it was
not very fluffy though:
a bit like risotto;
turned out alright.
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An Abhanga, an Indian form, 6x-6a-6a-4x
Each year, some slips away;
I’m just not that upset,
but I’m not that old yet,
if truth be told.
At some point down the road,
it maybe catches up;
for now I’ll pour a cup,
but not too bold.
Ideas still pour in;
I write them while they’re hot.
The downside of this thought:
my coffee’s cold.
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An Abhanga: 6x-6a-6a-4x
When Little Miss Muffet
first visited buffets,
she’d choose simple entrees,
cottage cheese
Until one day in line
a grand gourmand spied her.
He advised some cider
and egg foo young.
Now I'm the frightened one;
ev'ry night of the week
new gourmet food they seek.
They're off the grid.
Heard they ran away to
far-off Cambodia
where fried tarantula
are tasty treats.
written in an Indian form, abhanga
Lil Bo Peep found her sheep
in a lovely locale
singing Luther’s chorale -
Mighty Fortress.
She’d trailed their tails through town,
but sheep had found a church.
There she ended her search
musical rest.
Left - no longer bereft
refrains raised her morale;
this church, a cool corral
for shepherdess.
June 14, 2019
Wind blows around outside
birds get whipped to and fro
they need somewhere to go
as the storm brews.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.30/2013
We're going to get a big storm today, consisting of rain, snow, freezing rain and high winds.
Fireworks at the old pier
on the fourth of July
spell it with red wheels high
Rundle and rung.
They sparkle in the air
touch the water and quit
rockets make flight and split
in gold and blue
I sit lone with the past
alone with her spirit
by the sea, the waves bit
On the old pier
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July 11, 2014
Form: Abhanga (Marathi -6, 6, 6, 4, with lines 2 and 3 rhyming)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place winner
Contest; On the Pier by nette onclaud
On The Pier
Blue waters thrill us so,
fish flop upon the lake,
beauty is never fake,
soft glows the day
Breeze filtering the hours
waters glimmer and shine
promises are on line
cool waves lap on
Sunset approaches soon
the pier ceding to dark
as light loses it's spark
waters caress
Robert J. Lindley, 07-09-2014
Contest Sponsor- nette onclaud
On The Pier Contest ,
here’s another exciting form poetry called the abhanga:
it is a Marathi form,
(Marathi being one of the languages of India) which has four
lines, with syllable counts of 6, 6, 6, 4, with lines 2 and 3
rhyming…\.
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