Poetry January Poems

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Details | Haiku |
Sneak up on their prey very silent and deadly don't get in their way. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015




Details | I do not know? |
A fox in socks plays with a box upon her head, she has gold locks. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2005

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
The fisherman sails his boat out to the ocean he sees a big shark it circles around his craft the fisherman wants some peace 'neath the warm sun and calm sea. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.27/2013 I saw a picture in my mind of a fisherman sailing out to the ocean to catch fish and this is what I had come up with.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015




Details | Haiku |
Are dark and spooky water drips, bats hang around there might be ghosts too. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015 Ghost Adventures is about the Bell Witch in Tennessee.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
A Poem to love 

To day I am placing here a great Hindi poem of a renowned poet
Translated by me as a poem which I hope would touch your mind 
And heart intensely.
From the day I read this poem in between a play its wordings
Have touched me very deeply.

Since the poem is a beautiful piece of poetry by a great Indian
Hindi writer, poet, dramatist and story writer I am trying to
Bring its translation as much I could make from my mind without
Claiming that this is the best.

Brief background story for poetry soup lovers to judge the poem 
In light in the light of its real beauty:

The heroine who was in the age of sweet sixteen was in love
With someone very intensely, but his actual lover ask her to
Show her love for someone else for obtaining a greater result
For the sake of his motherland and the heroine tries to love
Some one else, who asked a price for the same and gave only
Pains and agonies to her. But, when she sees her actual love 
Her hearts is willing to welcome him and how- you will see 
In this beautiful poem:
Translation of the poem of Jai Shanker Prasad a great Hindi poet.
Jaishankar Prasad (January 30, 1889 – January 14, 1937), 
one of the most famous figures in modern Hindi literature

“Intoxicated by the wine of youth, in the age of sixteen
She cared only to love 
And to whom she should give her heart, 
She had no desire to know
And the one to whom she sold her precious heart,
Was asking a price for the same
The greedy even took away
The only treasure of pains and memories from her

She felt dusty storms were rising in her heart
And her love was coming totally unaware,
She thought to sprinkle water running from her eyes to  
Make the path slippery 
So that her love may walk slowly 
And she may behold her love, a little more
The longing of her life may get fulfilled
And her hopes may get a base to stay a little more

She knew all the steams of the world would be running from her eyes
Making it more difficult to recognize her face  
As the deep sea in her eyes would be splashing water on her face”

Only translation is made by me and the poem in Hindi belongs to
Late Jai Shanker Prasad.

Ravindra
Kanpur   India  29th January 2010  





 

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |
Wind has stopped blowing the storm has finally passed serene calm ahead. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
I've waited all Winter for the cold and snow to pass, I've planted some beans I hope they grow fast. I planted them with love and lots of tender care, but these little beans you see are truly quite rare. I got them from a Fairy just living down the block, she handed them to me with a smile it was the last few she had in stock. "Plant them right away if you want your garden to grow, your plants will be nice and high swaying with beauty to and fro." I waited for an entire week they were as high as a ten storey home, I was extremely happy with their growth out to the garden I did roam. I invited the Fairy up to see I was giggling with much joy, when I saw so many Fairies fluttering there were hundreds of girls and boys. My magic beans had come alive I've got my own Fairy trees, I thanked the Fairy from down the block as I danced around filled with glee. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.4/2015 Sponsored By: Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |
Retook a relationship, 
With an old friend, chip. 

Bought lots of new clothes, 
There weren’t any woes.

Became a vegetarian, 
Not an authoritarian. 

Got back to YouTube,
More of the mind cube. 

Wrote evolution essay, 
Not creationism heavy. 

Wrote about my brother, 
Who was often my other. 

Contacted a technology OT,
I’m not special blatantly. 

Downloaded a course,
Won’t become hoarse. 

Wrote lots of poetry, 
Not ashamed, openly.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |
They are very cute they look like old men with beards found in Sri Lanka. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |
He staggers and stumbles all around on the floor, his underwear I found he laughed hard, then fell down I'm speechless, not a sound mooned me, from beneath my wedding gown. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.17/2013 I haven't penned one of these for a long while. Believe it or not, I had a hard time trying to think of what to write.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Winter Magic

There I stood, quietly and still, with a frozen stare through my patio door.
The awesome portrait of life, so dominating most of the year, has lost its lure.
This time, it’s not the forest that I behold, but it’s the sleeping trees that I see.
Much of life’s greenery will rearrange, suffer pain, and change.  None would disagree.
In my back yard, there stands a fence laced and hidden in a fading sea of green.
Gone is the luster of summer and the colors of fall; but the season is subtle and serene.
Refusing to go unnoticed is a plant, clustered with tiny blossoms of purple flowers.  On this January morn, bright and beaming  yellow blossoms, undefeated and undisturbed, adorn a bush filled with life.  They blend cheerfully with nature’s orchestra.  The weather is gloomy and overcast, but no one bothered to tell my colorful backyard friends.

A tree, showing no resemblance to its surroundings, is bare, stripped, and naked.
She pleads for nothing, and does not appear to be wounded, sick, or diseased.
The once green foliage of summer that turned brown last fall was now gone.
It’s umbrella of shade baring leaves is now a haven of rest for the birds.
Come Spring, new life will upsurge , and green leaves of shade will emerge.
But for now, the full ensemble of life must await the new season.
01302011PS Contest, Winter Magic, Mystic Rose

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
The job is to lit in night,

From Sun,leased out the light,

Edison is the master,

Taught Lincoln,not history but how to become a history?

A philanthropist,

Giving all light free like smile,

A camera fixture along the road to capture pictures,

A wayside police always straight and alert,

Vanishing,handing over the night to the next in shift,dawning,

Rolling down the blankets mist and snow in armpits,

When the big way to open to the big boss,Sun to come on Sky!










Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |
Chickadee flies low looking for food he buried runs into a tree. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.28/2013 I haven't penned one of these in a while.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
The Fairies are complaining about it being too cold outside, they try to keep themselves warm by trying to find somewhere to hide. They start tapping on my door wanting to come in from the cold, I trip and fall getting to them days like this, I feel rather old. One saw me land on the floor lets out an extremely loud laugh, I think I'll leave him outside what he did was rather daft. "Close the freezer door," they said as I quickly ushered them inside, "I can't stop Mother Nature," I explained "I too, wish I can hide." "It feels so warm in here." One of the Fairies had said, the fire burned away in the fireplace I went upstairs to get ready for bed. The Fairy that had laughed at me tapped away on the outside of the door, "Please, let me in. I'm cold. What did you do that for?" "You have to be nice to me little Fairy I've let you in from the cold, I like when you Fairies come around you make me feel young, instead of feeling old." Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.1/2014 I was going a different way with this, but changed it back into my original idea.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
A lonely tree sits branches dancing in the wind shivers in the cold. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.21/2013

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |
Winter is a blast I take so many pictures of falling snow flakes individual branches stick out, they are so unique. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.16/2013 I got a new camera a couple of weeks ago and I am loving the pictures that it takes. I wish I could post the picture that goes along with this write.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
As a rose dies the warm sun, embraces tightly it's kissed goodbye. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.18/2007

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monorhyme |
The snow begins again thaw came to an end Spring's around the bend flowers, it will send. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.16/2013 The thaw lasted for about a week. A lot of the snow melted. Now, it's back.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Sun comes out to play tomorrow it will be back but, snow for Monday. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
The eagle flies through the crisp, azure sky looking over rivers for fish to eat too cold. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.28/2013 I see eagles over town all the time, looking over the bay for fish to catch and eat. It's hard when some of the bay is frozen.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Rapunzel, Rapunzel please shave off your hair,  I keep tripping on it over here and way over there. It's getting too long why is it you can't see? One of these days soon it will be the death of me. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.11/2015 Just something I came up with, while watching some of the movie "Tangled."

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |
He's such a cute little dog enjoys it, when you play around his chew rope he loves to hog loves being wrestled to the ground. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.27/2013 We've had Scamp now for almost 6 months. We adopted him from the SPCA, just down the street from where we live.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
 
January 

White of sky
like the surface
of a frozen lake
mirroring the snow
covered lands,
shadowless,
as orange weaves
in and out of trees
the color of dark
cutting into the thin
stillness of winter air.

Each footprint covered,
Again. 

Next day, light
brims at the horizon
and splashes yellow gold
upon deep maroon,
brown seeped into the barren trails
of this vanilla earth.		 

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |
Things bump in the night there are spirits that can't leave they talk to people. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015 I'm watching The Dead Files.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
Her eyes amused me, slices of January that held April tightly....

she could rain in snow, drop from upside-down skies, and we held tightly to the tears that
only appeared on the opposite side of closet doors as we marked our claim on unusual with
hand prints that never saw the sun.

Two days could have passed underneath us before we blinked, my windows whispered glorious
promises but we kept them closed for safety, for the opposition of who we could be, and
she knew the secret of every season, she knew how to laugh when bedroom doors...

closed.


I drew her behind the mirror and we created October across December stars, we became
disobedient underneath the glorious names we sang that night for lips speak magic when
they pretend to lie and dishonesty was but a kiss away from sunrise.


Time stung me come August, come March, come the age of thirty-two, her eyes had been shut
for years now and she sunk beneath flowers I am positive would be beautiful enough to
photograph had I the courage to glance, but my feet have never crossed the grass that
blankets her and roots her promises...

tangled beneath tomorrow with a tight grasp on yesterday, and I wonder if the days have
yet to fade the color of her hair.


It rained in January when I existed miles away, teardrops of memories that fell as softly
as the whispers of her name, I closed the bedroom door tightly and listened intensely for
the echoes of dishonesty, for she remained there, somewhere, behind mirrors that painted
her and the lies that bit my tongue, that reassured me...


our hand prints would hide from summer...

covered in ice-cream secrets that screamed her pain from a smile, from a foolish wish that
spoke us inseparable.


Her eyes, blue as October, slapped me, that day, as they painted themselves the secrets
girls are never supposed to witness, as they refused to allow April to fall but declared

honesty

with the beauty that she

could never see.



Copyright © JeanMarie Marchese | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
Deep in the dark woods a hidden tower hides there, no children stop by to visit the inside stays cold and bare. There once was a Princess who used to call it her home, now, the windows are boarded up 'twas once she had roamed. She used to toil in the dirt where her roses had once grown, her parents were so proud the garden surrounded by beach stone. That's all grown over now her parents had passed away, she holds sadness in her heart she tries to keep her tears at bay. No children stop by to visit the inside stays cold and bare, deep in the dark woods a hidden tower hides there. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.11/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
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.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
That damn mouse parties I can't get my sleep, his music plays loud he is in too deep. That damn mouse parties he hangs from the fan, I swear, I will scream as hard as I can. That damn mouse parties but, now I can smile, kicked his little butt and now he has piles. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.27/2013

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
ARCHAEOLOGY   FIELD-TRIP  JANUARY  29  TH   3011 - PART  I

In this windy coastal location the interesting thing is that 
1000 years ago this unlikely spot  was a huge city.
Where we see the forests and  swamps now -
Was a  large city which we’ve  called simply   Bayville.
Nature has reclaimed  it,  as it has all ancient civilizations.

Last month we looked at the Aztec  and Mayan cities.   
This  month  we have come further north
And we are examining   the Euro-latin  civilization
Which came to  an abrupt end  
About 1000 years ago, for unknown reasons;
Although evidence suggests that there was 
A climatic change which gradually 
Turned fertile farmlands hereabouts  into deserts,
And there was a series of devastating earthquakes
Which hit the city each year for  several  years.


(NOTE:  Part  II  of this poem follows immediately in the list of poems)

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011

Details | Prose Poetry |
Me n the January Leaf.
Morning prayers, tweets of bird
Wrinkled Sundays,olives in curd
All took fathoms to drag me out
From the blanket of laziness, letted me meet
The crisp n cold but fresh n bold
Blow of year 2014.

"What!" I screamed as year 2013
Left me unbade, I complained I whimped
Then the 'January Leaf' fell n dewed
"Like now I can't be fixed, I can't be mixed
'TIME' greatest of all couldn't be rekicked, surf forth
To play with unceased waves that waved."

Copyright © Rajat Kumar | Year Posted 2015