Best Diversities Poems
Crowned with a tiara,precious white,
crashing at the heels turquoise tide.
here all known colors exude through ,
at every step diversities brew.
The winds of past,
would forever last.
waltzing around the weaver's needle,
or reverberating through the artisan's chisel.
through the mystic roads,
clad in saffron robes.
saints chase the ultimate solution,
--a path towards salvation.
Not in a folklore or a song
here the palanquin bears the daughter along.
tied knots* are too strong to break,
solemn promises for eternity are made.
witness a reverse in clock,
the ideals in bricks and blocks.
or a picture of originality,
during the frolics of festivity.
here in happiness skylines swell with kites*,
the earthen diyas* set all corners alight.
Holi* makes the faces hued,
Of the past all feuds are subdued.
in reverence for the Gods of health,
and the Goddesses of wealth
the rangolis* are drawn at the thresholds
welcoming them to dwell their households.
Knowing no constitutional provisions,
or land demarcations,
Almighty on the seventh sky,
strolls down here on the sly.
May this land beneath His hand hail,
may never the people fail.
within its splendor shall we reside,
its the land by the sea side!
*tied knots--refers to the relationships
*kites--are flown on makar sakranti (a festival) It is a harvest festival. On this occasion the sky is filled with kites
*diyas--earthen bowls in which oil is used and they are lit on the auspicious festival of diwali as a mark of dispelled darkness when good won over evil.
*holi-is a spring festival celebrated as a festival of colours.
Dancing vibrant hues
Blink in shades of blue
Peafowl, A majestic bird
Our nation's pride
Peacock - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Yellow sturdy physique
On glimpsing him, the forest shrieks
Bright black stripes on body regal
Stands the royal bengal tiger
Tiger - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Smirking amidst the fecund pond
Pink beauty lotus lightens the land
To glance her in the morning,
Arises the sun gleaming
Lotus - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
A lofty banyan tree
deepens its roots free
Broadens its spiritual hereditary
Coerces to confront the world contemporary
Banyan - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Camaflouged with dry leaves
A dry leaf butterfly make us perceive
Don't judge by the veneer
Orange butterfly our seer
Oak leaf - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Our mother earth, the queen
Dons the elegant dress in green
And the blue crown forever
And so our place is prosperous ever
Ever friendly weather - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Ancient books and poems
classical songs and rhythms
Valluvar, Vyasan, Kamban, Bharathi
Tamil, Sanskrit, Hindi, Marathi
Poets, cultural treasures & languages - The prides of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Like different euphoric rivers
Accumulating minerals and deliver
We travel in a path discrete
But at the same sea we meet
With diverse faith and believes
With the varied swaying leaves
We still shine with glee
As we affixed to a single big tree
Named India
Diversities - The pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
August- 15 -2021
Wish you all a very HaPpY InDePeNdEnCe DaY
Delightfully open the doors of window
Observe the creatures near the meadow
O! See those dancing damselflies
Rapture, they accord and amplify
Stop searching bliss, just open the doors, as there it is
Delightfully open the doors of your mind
Observe the diversities the societies bind
On seeing unity in diversity, good people boast
Righteously, they unite people across the coasts
Stop mocking differences, celebrate them by opening the doors, if can't just break
July 22 2021
Friends All Different Kinds!
Friendships come in different forms:
All shapes. All sizes. And diversities.
Life is blessed because of friends who
Care enough to discuss…adversities.
Acquiescence is not required.
Nor should it be of a cherished friend.
But respect of views transpired.
Kindnesses given around each bend —
Friendships come in different forms:
All shapes. All sizes. And diversities.
A cherished one for sharing thoughts –
Holding no fear of hurtful mysteries.
Years long past, it was hard to find
Someone to trust and share ones heart’s rhyme,
But that has all changed since finding you here.
Wonderful friends sharing, all of the time!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 23, 2010
Poetic form: Quatrain
You love me, even when I am wrong
A sinner, frail and weak, in search of a song
Reaching out to the joys I sometimes see
In hearts who give without condition or plea
You love me, and it is such a sweet mystery
Knowing that this hope will go down in history
For the wonderous inspiration that fulfills
Imagination and purpose that enlivens and thrills
You love me, in spite of all that I have done
To discourage your love, the embrace homespun
With my worries, struggles and cynicism
All those things that assure my criticism
You love me, although I’m not always endearing
Leaving me with hope that won’t be disappearing
Creating a wellspring of compassion within me
That fills me with assurance that I’m finally free
You love me, and give me grace everlasting
Always securing me so that I never feel contrasting
But always know the beauty of my dreams
Will hold me in a embrace like the soft sunbeams
You love me, calming my worst sorrows and pains
Soothing away the trials that leave me in chains
Breaking away pieces of anguish that destroys my best
Reminding me that I am most assuredly blessed
You love me through the troubles and adversities
Coloring my ideas with passions and diversities
Reflecting on all the faith I have known because of You
The Jesus who taught me to give, live and pursue
Goodness, acceptance, gentleness and meekness
Which come from Him who gives strength in weakness
2 Corinthians 12:9 - And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
The Magna Carta gave birth to morality,
The first one in 1215 to constrain King John,
Who could steal anyone’s cart, normality,
Because he was not a giver of life’s song.
Truth pertains to morality: right and wrong,
And we all know it’s inside us and is spritely,
But believers in god, some of them belong,
To groups not of love, but of hatred tightly.
Because they’re going upwards to heaven,
We’re all in our diversities going to visit hell,
No promotions, no nights out or legs eleven,
For the friends, relations of those with tell.
He was faithful to god in his own small mind,
And that was all that mattered, not my health,
Asking slyly for post-validation, for a look kind,
Moral fibre was not in his compass, his wealth.
Strengthening a fragile grasp,
Interlocking hands unit.
Feelings emotional shades,
Burning aglow.
A shinning beacon,
Lighting our way forward.
Loves fulfillment enriching,
The futures fertile soil.
In humanities garden,
Pluck no for-get-me-knots.
Beneath sorrows weeping willow,
Wipe away moisture's tears.
Fates harsh breath bends down,
A tender reed.
It whispers you are not alone.
Hush now angel, guardians
Sentinels, watch over thee.
Elemental forces rage,
Weathering challenges storm,
We shall face together,
Against diversities hurdles.
Connected beings standing,
Strong every soul joined,
As one.
A shimmering chain of life,
Glimmering in generations light.
Cradled in our loving warmth,
Angelic wings wrap around thee.
Keepsakes precious treasure,
Safe from harm’s way.
Hopes beautiful dream,
A delicate flower, blossoms,
Deep within the human essence.
A single pink rose, sheds its petals,
By degrees gentle softness.
One depth at a time.
It's lingering fragrance,
A reminder to us of friendships,
Forever’s never to fade away.
Mothers, linked to daughters,
Tying knots of everlasting strains,
Combining faith's belief,
We are truly,
Sisters of the heart.
Echoing across destinies breezes,
Lifted upon remembrances winds,
Spanning mankind's vast horizon.
Shall we not always look towards,
The rising sun.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
’Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was checking,
That his daughter was ready, the reindeers confessing,
That she’d left her partner for the few days that begged,
For her attention, for her spirit to be released and pegged;
That she’d done all her sit ups and exercises in the gym,
Which she enjoyed every other day with or without him,
That she’d posted her last blog on her Cool Dude site,
About what people values to use for a lonely kid tight;
That she’d bought her last surprise present for her dad,
Online, in the last minute christmas bargain sales to be had;
That she’d bought new boots for this years trek alone,
Since her old ones were worn, holed, and needed sown;
And he asked her if she’d enjoyed her girlfriends’ party,
For christmas cheer and good essence to spread hearty;
And he offered her a sample shampoo he got in the post,
If her friends hadn’t made her hair so glamorous, the most;
She then uploaded a photo of her and Rudolf for Instagram,
Which was viewed by many diversities and nationalities, slam:
So they both took off in sleigh with bells loud with chime,
Because this was the day that was their favourite time.
Rhoda Monihan
Merry Christmas everyone! With love
You love me, even when I am wrong
A sinner, frail and weak, in search of a song
Reaching out to the joys I sometimes see
In hearts who give without condition or plea
You love me, and it is such a sweet mystery
Knowing that this hope will go down in history
For the wonderous inspiration that fulfills
Imagination and purpose that enlivens and thrills
You love me, in spite of all that I have done
To discourage your love, the embrace homespun
With my worries, struggles and cynicism
All those things that assure my criticism
You love me, although I’m not always endearing
Leaving me with hope that won’t be disappearing
Creating a wellspring of compassion within me
That fills me with assurance that I’m finally free
You love me, and give me grace everlasting
Always securing me so that I never feel contrasting
But always know the beauty of my dreams
Will hold me in a embrace like the soft sunbeams
You love me, calming my worst sorrows and pains
Soothing away the trials that leave me in chains
Breaking away pieces of anguish that destroys my best
Reminding me that I am most assuredly blessed
You love me through the troubles and adversities
Coloring my ideas with passions and diversities
Reflecting on all the faith I have known because of You
The Jesus who taught me to give, live and pursue
Goodness, acceptance, gentleness and meekness
Which come from Him who gives strength in weakness
2 Corinthians 12:9 - And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
Non-judgmental eye Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Re-posted: January 18, 2021
I am house shopping
with the required Buyer's Agent,
also a fairly tolerant friend of mine.
She likes to drive
although not gifted with any sense of direction,
until we hurriedly arrive,
then she beelines into the ubiquitously requisite lock box
as if by smell.
Meanwhile
I visit current occupants,
the trees first and foremost,
then bushes
flowers,
occasionally, to my grateful surprise,
an entire garden,
or even just one vegetable,
a tomato plant,
a humble gang of shaded herbs.
I ask them how it is here
in their home.
I like to taste their soil
for signs of pregnancy
but who knows what contaminants
might fester here.
And my real estate agent,
although a friend,
finds it unseemly
for me to put my mouth around
what I probably won't buy.
She, too soon,
coaxes me away from my greet and meets
with shade-givers
and grasses,
the edible and ornamental neighbors
of the "big house,"
to explore the darkness of plumbing
and electrical systems,
attics and basements,
kitchens and bathrooms...
Her list of boring things to look at
and too often smell
in a bad way
feels endless
in comparison to too brief introductions
outside,
speaking with,
listening for,
hoping and faithing and loving with
any signs of life
among these large majority of property historians,
co-investors,
cooperative care-givers and receivers.
Eventually,
it becomes our time to aimlessly wander around
in search of yet another lock box
on our life For Sale list.
I say goodbye to the trees
and shrubs,
my occasional edible
and more popular ornamental hosts,
far too soon
to ever learn
if they would choose me
or not
to become with them.
I feel like I do
on election nights
when winners and losers are announced
by statistical projection
before votes are actually counted
from all us co-investors;
and long before registered voters
have listened to trees
still standing in our yards,
on our farms,
in our fertile forests,
to learn their quieter discernment
of which candidates produce more healthy cooperative outcomes
and which more toxic competitions
within these diversities
of Earth's wealthy nature.
What a name called?
Football a game called,
To known arena called stadium,
Played eleven to eleven side to side each,
Formations of it kinds,
Aims of a two goal post net,
Aims of a trophy,
Aims of winning,
In a color Jersey of its kinds,
In a color booths of it kinds,
Side to side balls picking sons round,
Spectators sat rounding pitch watching,
Centered with a nominated referee officiating,
Lined with a two lines men flagged,
Officials of substitutions in questions,
Pronounced by named commentators,
Red and yellow cards rules in question,
Supported keys of volunteers,
Supported with all sorts of supporters,
Declared a stadium manager jobs,
Declared a team manager jobs,
Host the nations, Host the world,
At moment of a country designated!
At moment of a country authorized!
Called for all practitioners....
Photographers, Cinematography, Press, Medias, Adverts, Sponsors, critics, etc. centred.
What a name called?
Football! football! ! football! ! !
A rounded leather circled!
Circled in its color of its choices,
Declared fifa authorities,
Declared statistical over all game,
Respect covered face to face,
Stretchers officials in uniforms of its officials medications,
Football a game called,
With boots of its kinds worn,
Saddled a whole lot supporters,
Saddled a whole lot analysts,
Presumption for a nation's glory,
Preemptive individuals' desirably for survival,
Football a game called,
Called to the passionate in spirit,
Football a game called,
Embrace understanding to unnamed,
Embrace love to unloved,
Embrace unity to diversities,
Embrace creativity to un-creativity,
Football a game called,
Adore a nature,
Football a game called,
Called to a glorious home,
Football a game called,
A rounded leather circled!
With boots of its played,
With jersey of its kinds,
With choices of many kinds,
Football a game called.
I’ve been adrift on the sea, a lost soul of ideal inspiration
Tossed asunder amongst realities harsh waves of the incomplete,
A disembarked being, caught at the mercy of a thundering riptide
Of indecision, floundering, drowning alone, with no life preserver
To cling upon!
Rolling waves crashing against my bare exposed mental flesh,
I’ve know the deeply threshing under currents of the starving mind,
Of the uninspired, the de-mused, without imaginations glory,
An orphaned child without thoughts infusion!
Once I disembarked on a sinking craft, a vessel without sail or wind,
Ideally wondering having no true course, or no dead reckonings landing
Point of reference!
A voiceless refuge unable to scream for help, to and fro so did
I just rock upon the waves of homeless, and helpless,
In this self- inflicted imprisonment so did this castaway dwell,
In this empty ocean, alone mariner aboard a sinking ship!
But than a far off light shown, it burned at my blind eyes,
With such brilliance did it so shine, as if by a magic I
Couldn’t understand or comprehended, my tiny boat
Find its way into a safe sheltering port, many open
Hands reached out to this lost soul and pulled me
Upwards towards inspirations dry land!
Voices spoke gently unto me in the whispering winds
Of imagination, your free here, you’ve come home
At last, soar, fly be at peace now drifter, you are welcome
Here amongst thy kindred!
Standing at the dock of acceptance, I turned and watched
My tiny ship torn apart by the hurling waves of change,
Then I realized that many others were still left on this
Ocean of aloneness, and how lucky I was to find my
Way home at last!
I’ve found my place in this big old world at last,
Here where I can express myself,
Amongst others whom have excepted me for myself,
On this island called the internet,
In a cyber-family, amongst my friends and kindred,
I’ve finally come home at last, in a place
Mixed with diversities beauty,
In this poetry soup of humanity!
Here I’ve tried my anchor, no more a wander,
Just a voyager remembering, looking upwards
At an inspirational sky and finally able to bath
In the guiding wake of my own imagination,
And sharing it with others of my own poetic
Experience, thank you for the welcoming,
I’m home at last!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The morn dawned bright, with autumnal light,
the cool air was crisp and clean:
overnight snows that fell, as all could tell,
had changed the country scene!
Sounds heard shrill, through air coldly still,
birthed echoes, sharp and long,
whilst the raucous crow, who hates the snow,
cawed out his doleful song!
In sham disguise, Fall will surprise,
with its seasonal turn-around.
Whilst one day is hot, another is not,
so its diversities abound!
The sun rising pale, over hill and dale,
had little of warmth to share.
Much later that day, when skies turned gray,
thick snows fell everywhere.
When the river showed, it too had slowed:
it’s waters starting to freeze.
In a red clouded sky, clouds drifting by:
becalmed, the evening breeze.
When midnight neared, the skies had cleared,
and nature offered thrills.
with Northern Lights, being such wondrous sights,
she banished autumn chills!
When the moon is full, it exerts a pull;
we’re drawn to the great outdoors.
With such delight, seen in the bright moonlight,
we’ll prowl through forest and moors.
After coyote cries, under starlit skies,
put a nervous grouse to flight,
a fox on a prowl, and snowy white owl,
were seen in the moon’s bright light!
Though warmly dressed, we received protest,
from our arthritic bones.
In the biting cold, and becoming old,
they all give forth with groans!
At the sunset hour, when the skies are dour,
we see signs of winter’s ire.
With no time to waste, we return in haste,
to sit by the warming fire.
Such is the way, of a November day,
it’s intent is never known.
Whether cold or hot, and like it or not,
to its foibles we are prone!
Rhymer. November 14th, 2016.
Beauty and diversity
With a thousand and one diversities
defining beauty sounds moronic
Deep blue eyes and glossy skin
that patently are a lover's whim,
Ornate the wrapped dry emotions
and a stone cold heart sometimes,
While an awful look cannot ensconce
the warmth and brimming allegiance
of mind and thoughts that never fail to entice.
Written April 25th, 2016
For contest by PD A
D.V.
In an instant, your life can change,
Individuals are not to blame,
Some women attract men so pitiful,
They treat their chicks so vomitable,
Strength of the human mind,
to overcome difficulties,
need to focus on positive energy,
not dwell in past negativity,
to overcome life's diversities-
So, looking forward, not looking back,
The road of life is one long track,
Maybe women are not to blame,
In an instant, your life can change.