The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
We found a way to mesh bordering on perfectly sequential
A widening variation of discovery; in a world I thought inconsequential
This investment is based solely on our long-term potential
In culmination of what matters to me; seen within your vast deferential
Maybe there really is something more than amicably existential?
Affection for you is essential,
Leaving nothing inferential,
Focused the quintessential,
Affection rain-like torrential,
Compounding is exponential,
Prized past preferential,
Affection so reverential
Death and heaven
are not good neighbors.
They live too close together,
there are disputes,
mostly territorial,
heated confrontations arise.
If they lived further apart,
if they had mediators
to intervene, restrain,
adjudicate...
alas both,
could be somewhat intractable.
As for the day-to-day affairs
of the earthbound
both death and heaven
had largely lost interest
leaving all administrative duties,
to the angels and demons
(who knowing each other well)
got along most amicably,
working closely together
for the good, the bad
and the just plain ornery.
You complain like the more you speak the closer the problem is to being solved,
Your volume raises and it speaks volumes to everything you don't understand
But who am I to judge
I'm still learning to heal and process just as much as you...I just don't like to ride rollercoasters
So my emotions rarely reach peak heights
I hate heights
Can we please just come back down to earth
Anger never helped anyone fly, and revenge only clips wings
I see your emotions have blinded you from that which you stand on
A pedestal next to your high horse
Let's ride the wave of decency for once and act amicably
But brokenness is more important to you, healing isn't attractive so neither is your tone
I'm done playing this verbal tag
I rather chase peace and dreams
You can keep chasing that worthless two cents
But the things worth more than anything is free
I'm not going to keep paying for conversation circles
p.s. I've got places to be...
Feeling like a lost soul I sit, as the train rocks me to and fro
the woman next to me is jovial and pleasant, with a glow
We chat and pass the hours sharing amicably without restraint
then she tells me she is heading for London to marry, oh how quaint
Perhaps your marriage will be blessed from heaven? this I say
as the gentlemen across from me smiles, cool as the month of May
I can see from his polished shoes and his gray fedora hat
that he's a man of well to do, much accustomed to small pratt
Later in the evening as I sip my tea with clotted cream
I notice how he stares at me, as if I were a dream
Feeling lonely and quiet daring I invite him to sit down
it is then that I do notice, that his eyes are chestnut brown
"Going to London to visit my grandma" I say, "she lives by the sea"
"I can escort you Mademoiselle," he says, then tips his hat at me.
Chose # 3 a passenger on a train
For a cryptic misdemeanor?
None of their reasoning was clear;
They only wanted her controlled
with the turn of a single key;
Threw her inside and locked the door
hoping that she would disappear;
Wild was impossible to mold
her heart would not bend easily;
That flash in her eyes was so bold
as she rebelled amicably.
Making Amends”
Making amends
The reconciliation of old friends
When disharmony arose and the once so solid frozen ice was thin The conflict broke it and we all had fell in
Without genuine forgiveness the division is sin
Now how can we move foward and win
With added pressure weighing us down
voids from the past connected companionships that were once so amicably sound Lets demonstrate greatness
Lets communicate about our issues
Apologize then put it to rest
Lets forgive and forget
Life is to short to be at one anothers neck Its all about maturity, Loyalty and respect So lets reunite and move on to whats next
Whether we agree to disagree
In love we all got to do whats best Prevailing over the enemies test
Making amends with old friends Theres no need to say anything else Make Amends
What is love my dear love?
When you cry, my heart weeps,
when you laugh, my heart rejoices,
when you have pain, my heart aches.
How much do I love you?
I am the bee, you are the honey,
I seek the fragrance, you are the jasmine,
I stare at the dark skies; you are there with silvery soothing light.
How deep is my love?
I am the heart, you are its beat,
I am the ocean, you are its waves,
I am the body; you are its soul.
How do I make you feel secure?
To survive, we all need dough,
We will share, all we will have,
Smart phone contents, may be too private to share,
Our own separate spaces, will help to dispel the fear,
Occasionally we will agree, to disagree on few issues,
Discussing the issues amicably, will solve the problems,
How strong is my love?
We may or may not be there life long,
But be assured,
I will be ever yours and you will be mine.
April 23, 2023
If I Were Your Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
I sat alone by the sea
when a snail waved to me.
She politely asked “Is this seat free?”
“Why yes,” I said, “ certainly.”
“I've traveled forth all lifelong
seeking somewhere to belong.
I've sought wide and sought long
for a place to sing my song."
We sat a while companionably
and watched the waves absently.
When I again glanced amicably,
her abandoned shell lay silently.
Holding her empty shell to my ear.
I heard her message most sincere
Sounds of the sea resounded clear –
"Thanks to you, I sing my song here!"
Ziziphus Jujuba tree:
Australia's where they be.
Why all the fuss?
Well, let’s discuss;
We'll do so amicably!
Somewhat tangentially,
Known as a Jujube tree.
Ziziphus fruit
Sounds pretty cute;
I hope you will agree.
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H/T to Jack Ellison's Goofus... wondered what rhymed with 'goofus', and next thing I know, I'm looking at these weird red fruit...
Nestling in my realm, as you host a daydream,
Reveling in breeze of my splendor evergreen,
I welcome you to my domain of rhythmic trills
Where roam the blue jays, robins, and crossbills
Feeding on berries, frolicking with hatchlings,
Singing gaily, serenading benevolent sanctuary
Amid bears’ huff, growl, and foxes’ feral-howl
Sheltered amicably from dry heat and rainfall;
Where trees reduce pollution, boost air quality,
Emit oxygen you breathe, by photosynthesis,
Bear flowers, fruits, nurturing your well-being
Temper climate cheerily, swaying with winds,
Hold soil in place, reducing runoff to streams
Protecting elixir of life in rivers and tributaries;
While you find balance in sanctity and peace,
Enlightened by whispers rustling in harmony,
That warn of deforestation ruining ecosystem,
And callousness that torches wildlife and trees;
Yet, I rise from ashes sprouting earth’s tranquility
For I am the forest of goodwill and sublimity,
Adorning every season, standing for you firmly,
Hosting you as you rejoice in salutary daydream.
May 22, 2022
Poem of the day on May 24, 2022
Placed 1st: Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
If I were the only person left in the world
Besides you, of course, I am wondering,
Do you think we would be able to get along?
Or would you insist I adopt your way of thinking?
Could we get together and come to agreement,
Or would you demand everything go your way?
If I were the only person left in the world
Besides you, of course, I am wondering,
Would we be willing to divvy up and divide equally?
Or would you want far more than your share?
Could we learn to live side by side amicably,
Or would I always have to be afraid?
If I were the only person left in the world
Besides you, of course, I am wondering …
Dare I trust we’d be available in each other’s need?
Or must I be on guard, lest you take advantage?
After all, if two people cannot live together in peace
How can we expect millions of people to do so?
Written April 7, 2022
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Thursday, November 4, 2021
Like a baseball in a glove,
I took my place in the holly tree.
From here, they must come and listen,
It's a grand slam... I shall speak cordially.
I brought enough food
to stay for weeks
until my simple message is heard,
digested from I, who's mild and meek.
And so they came,
authorities, family and friends
to see a spectacle in a tree;
Time moved slowly as did more attend.
I spoke my words,
peacefully;
"They are out to get me,
with numerology!".
Though deaf ears listened
with arms outreached,
"Please come down,
we are hear to help", spoked amicably.
So to the ground
I made my way...
I was running the bases,
but it was not my play.
And this is where my journey began...
Hospitals, jail and doctor's rooms!
My message was never heard,
as it was left up in the holly tree tomb.
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
Five little boys climbed a tree
Perhaps they didn't heed of the banshee
They still had time to flee
She emerged out the dark with her face full of glee
With a Panthers agility
The lads looked at her amicably
Without realizing the abnormality
She heard a racket and veered back in confusion
A girl came out a bush and gawked at the illusion
She wailed at the phenomenon
The witch lent a smile for she assumed it was her doing
till she glanced into the girl's eyes
and realized
she wasn't looking at her but instead
she was staring behind
The croon twisted to see
A sight she could never foresee
For the boys were no longer sitting
But dangling from the tree
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