Best Bangles Poems
I had a dozen of black bangles
Carried for tingles
Sign of a benign presage
Wore to envisage
Beauty; but not the ugly
Taking toll for a fight
Dad called me black
Mom gave a sympathetic glance
Unaware I was till then
Believed in the beauty of night till then
Adored the unpredictability of darkness till then
Believed in the good omen of my black bangles till then
Oblivious of the apartheid
Seow a seed of insecurity,
A hidden fear
Of rejection, of ban
Broken bangles and shattered dreams
Were all I saw in the greens
Till someone said, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”
And it holds true
For you are my reflections
For the world contained in me
And I am in you
Now I have a dozen of black bangles
Carrying for tingles
Sign of a benign presage
Wearing to envisage
Beauty; but not the ugly
I see you beautiful
Beyond your skin and bones
Beyond your veins and cells
Where your soul lies!
-puvi-
(13/10/2015)
I was on a plantain branch
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
She put her bangles on a rock
Glimpse of gold, shined my eyes
I took it and flew back home.
A cry of fury trembling hut,
I wonder why she made that fuss.
With a bit of twinge I shout,
“One I took, three with you!”
Still her rage in frenzy mood,
Crowd is fanning flames to grow,
In my nest it shine and rest,
Golden bangle shining lust.
Then I went back looking around,
To watch the jokers in a run,
But my eyes in surprise hunt,
The bustle of hut in deep slumber.
Oh! Again this gold will turn,
me a golden king of crows.
Another bangle on the rock,
I took it and flew back home.
What a foolish bird I’m,
Fallen on their tricky trap.
They found my nest and climbed up tree,
My two bangles went with them.
Second Place in I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
The glass bangles
The red glass bangles
The red glass bangles that adorned
The brown, round wrist
The translucent, red glass bangles
That so beautifully captured the sun’s beam
To imprison it within itself
And subtly gleam
The red glass bangles
That adorned the brown, round wrist
Restlessly waiting to tinkle
At the slightest tilt
It decorates the plump wrist
Like the rainbow in the sky
Making the wrist more feminine
And appealing to the eye.
The delicate glass bangle
Cannot boast of a long life
But in the short span of time
Cause splashes of happiness
To a life full of strife…..
waking me up
from my midnight dream--
glass bangles
kashinath karmakar (kash poet)
http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/2014-december-14
Well some they say though straight or gay
Get fun from innuendo
While others wait ‘til dark
To get their kicks outside your window
Some do the deed without a sound
Some labour in the dark
While others roars would wake the dead
Some sing out like a lark
Variety’s the spice of life
And while there’s a great selection
We’ve all been screwed from time to time
At every new election
There’s watersports and bondage
There’s even golden showers
Beware though not to mix the two
Or you’ll stay wrapped up for hours
Some wear a mask with eye-holes
Or some dangerous protrusion
Some sport a tail or riding crop
While lost in their delusion
Some women favour veggies
To chippies sparks or plumbers
They relish every celery stick
Or juicy green cucumbers
There’s tales that tell of fishermen
Quite partial to a skate
Though fond of fish I always was
I prefer mine on a plate
Some wrap up like an onion
For fear their skin is showing
While some rush in all fingers and thumbs
With boobs and buttocks glowing
There are those without a conscience
Who swear they’re not the owner
Oh deary me it had to be
Someone elses *****
Though some would up and go all night
Some finish in a minute
While others just the thought alone
Would push them past their limit
While girls dress up as men
And Lads like Cinderella
It takes a little work sometime
To tell female from fella
Uniforms are common place
Considered rather arty
A sturdy pair of coppers cuffs
Are the rave at swingers parties
There’s beads and balls and bangles
They may become a habit
And a whirling whirring weapon
They call the Rampant Rabbit
When picking out a present
For your partners Xmas box
Have Duracell a plenty
In her little Xmas socks
So while sex it has its ups and downs
Even Daniel would agree
It’s a sure fire cure for unwanted frowns
And it beats a cup of Tea
You Quiz-puzzlers out there,
I hope you take care,
And don't sucumb to high blood pressure,
Please don't implode like the good sub, U.S.S. Thresher,
So take it in stride,
With the answers I do hide,
And you'll wake up all that much fresher
My ears follow your bangles' symphony,
with closed eyes I see our sky,
rapture in horizon.
===============000===============
lost bangles
scatter in gold circles
under the marital bed
twisted sheets
crossed by afternoon sunlight
at our feet
quick breaths
recovery
rapture
BANGLES, BRACELETS AND SINGS
I guess I have to get used to the little things
not the bangles, bracelets and rings
but the way she puts things in order
my,she must have been an obedient daughter
I guess I have to trade the big for the small
the things only she does so well and all
the things I deem unimportant but to her each bear weight
so i'll continue to let her be captain and i'll still be her mate
nothing about her is overt
and sometimes her words can hurt
but then she does something sweet
I just wish it was a different kind of treat
she knows i'm totally disorganized
at that no one should be surprised
but it could be the smallest thing and she sings her grammy winning song
“hey honey, come over here because you did this all wrong”
she wants things in my room to be just so
but what I want, believe me she's the one to know
so I suppose i'll just sit back and see what providence brings
but it probably won't be bangles, bracelets and rings
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Bangles are not trinkets, they are symbols
Meaning specific things.
Prisha has accepted Dia’s hand in marriage.
She is hoping for purple and orange bangles.
She is independent, and seeks success.
Seven married women appear with Shankh and Paula
to honor Prisha. She is excited about the attention.
It makes her heart leap with joy.
Her mother and sisters are thrilled for her.
She is the first in the family to be honored in this way.
Dia’s family arrives with elders a few days later.
Prisha is slightly disappointed the priest could not make it.
Her new family offers her beautiful blue and yellow bangles.
They apparently feel strongly about certain values.
She looks at her sister, Hitanshi.
Hitanshi looks away, smiling.
She knows her sister was hoping for purple and orange.
At least it was not green bangles, her sister tells her later that night.
At least they do not want you to be a baby-maker, watching you
closely from the marriage on.
The Choora Ceremony is held at last.
Hitanshi ties dangly gold bangles onto Prisha’s wrists and ankles.
There is such a celebration! The families are getting excited.
It is just a matter of days until the wedding.
Ahana, Prisha’s best friend slips her a blue bangle right before the ceremony.
Something blue, she says, but it is not borrowed. It is for you.
Prisha is grateful that her friend knows her so well.
Hitanshi gives her an orange bangle a few minutes later.
Prisha walks with Dia to the priest, feeling love and strength.
sparkles and bangles
delighting those brave enough
i am one of course
I wanna give you my bangles of rhyme
Will you go with me on the path of time
I wanna keep you in my heart
Even if we are worlds apart
I wanna see your smile always
I know your heart is my best place
I wanna love you more and more
Baby you can cure my heart’s sore
Shattered pieces of glass bangles
Stepped on one and pierced my foot
The pain was not much as compared to
that which numbed my mind….
You were gone that day
The glass pieces fallen in array
Revealing the story of my shattered life
A dream gone askew….
Nostalgic times of picking pieces of glass bangles
in the school playground
To make, to design a beautiful kaleidoscope
Glass pieces stuck together on a card board….
I bandage the bleeding foot
And sweep away the pieces
Glass bangles to wear no more
But kept the piece that pierced my foot
A memory that life is no greater than a broken piece of glass…
Two golden bangles were passed down to me,
My loving grandma's final legacy,
My grandma passed away, and I felt bad,
But her curvy bangles made me so glad,
I was loathe to wear them, for, lo I thought,
"They belong to grandma, mine they are not",
But I kept them safe, locked in a small box,
And guarded it, as if it were Fort Knox,
I took them out now and then just to feel,
And felt Grandma near me, all so real,
One day, when the moonless darkness set in,
I brought them out and saw to my chagrin,
The golden bangles were somewhat glowing,
My heart beat faster and time was slowing,
A mad magnificent magnetic pull
Made me try them on, they felt soft like wool,
Suddenly I was in another world,
Shortly I was flying, to the past hurled,
I saw my grandpa laughing at a joke,
Along with this extremely handsome bloke,
He looked familiar... Oh! That was my dad,
In old seventies fashion, he was clad,
I saw a mirror above the fireplace,
Got the shock of my life... Was that my face?
I saw wrinkles lining my brow.. Oh, no!!
My hair was turning white, as white as snow,
I saw not myself, but a face I knew,
'I' had become 'Grandma' without a clue,
When, why and how did I turn into her?
I had worn the bangles, the rest, a blur,
I looked at my hands where those jewels hung,
Those glimmering circlets sunlit, they clung,
Was I stuck being here as my grandma?
I didn't want those bangles, they had some flaw,
I tried hard to remove them, but could not,
They wouldn't come out, though I wrestled and fought,
I started crying for my mom and dad,
Closed my eyes and sat in a corner, sad,
The bangles felt tighter, a false frame-up,
I heard my mother say, "Child, are you up?"
I opened my eyes, found me in my bed,
Surprised, I looked at my hands with some dread,
Those golden, curved bangles were there alright,
Was my "time travel" just a nightmare's fright??
I could smell Grandma in my room, I swear,
It was as if I had brought her back there,
I guess the whole truth, I will never know,
But now, I carry a part of her glow.
(Narrative Rhyme, 10 syllables per line)
It was Jazba and lots of Chewed Khat
That saw me enter an altercation
With them boys in blue add a rivally
Between service men and Guradians
The sworn rivally the had just crossed
The thin blue line and now twas war
They knew and were ready for it..
An ovepowering sence of wrongdoing
Plus an age old saying.. You Know Roi
You Just an intellect Playing stupid..
I was rushed and bumpend into the Car
The Grand Tiger serged forward as..
Mik On one Tango Sier Do yo read me over
Am out on a plea bargain yet it saddens
That the powers be had to use tramped up
Charges to remand me.. Twas good for...
My training, Team Eagles we always Wanna
Fly high as Silver stars we like to be Just
Roi 1 Alfa did I say they called You.. Stupid..
Them pistol service guys and their.. kengz
Incaceration schemes yet I harbour no hard..
Feelings.. Muses are at the behest of a Smile
What we do best is write.. habouring with intent
An intent to commit a crime isn't one in its esssence
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