Best Haply Poems
Play Not A Dirge When I Am Gone
Play not a dirge when I am gone;
light no candles, not even one.
A treasured poem would be enough
to mark my end when curtain’s drawn.
Hold no sad wakes to honor me
some happy poems, I’d rather be
recited on a night for friends
then spread my ashes o'er the sea.
And wonder not nor be afraid
if less of love you have conveyed;
you’re part of me and that’s enough,
while life’s not fair, I’m not dismayed.
If comes a time that you remember
that one fine day in November,
then send a kiss toward the sea
and just forget this fly in amber.*
When I Am Dead My Dearest
by Cristina Georgina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
*fly in amber - noun, reminder of the past
No More Masks Contest
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Categories:
haply, death,
Form:
Rubaiyat
FOLK DANCE DWM
Attended Summer Camp at high school level
A happy happening, I would like to tell.
We assembled in remote suburb
where all quiet, nothing to disturb.
At the Fair met a rural Folk Dance team
Got interested on their cheerful theme.
The group consisted of young villagers.
We were enthusiastic teenagers.
Music started perchance.
"Dance Dear Dance
Don’t miss chance
Cast aslant glance
on spectators!
Spectacular show
in glamorous glow
Perhaps fast or slow.
We are entertainers
Not dictators!"
Village guys with multi colored attire
Lyrics seemed to be type of satire.
Girls wearing olive green glossy gown
with periwinkle flowery crown.
We dressed in Jeans and Tops wearing hay hats,
trying to match with close by wide paddy field.
Joined them prompt: Our pearly passion to yield.
Danced delight in rhythm on steps exact.
Two dances were combined.
Folk Dance -Ball Dance entwined.
A choreography of modern and rural style,
proclaiming a novel dance profile.
Feral flora foliage swinging in gentle breeze.
Our pleasure neither to measure nor to cease.
Little brittle ripples dancing on mossy pond
Haply our short trip enjoyed friendship bond.
03/21/20
Kim Rodrigues DWM Contest
Categories:
haply, appreciation, dance,
Form:
Verse
NARWHAL
Nine noted naughty notorious Narwhals.
Active admirable acrobat anonymous aqua mammals.
Restless rowdy racers rolling on rocky shore.
Whimsical whinny women whales whistling wonderfully.
Haughty horny huge herculean was haply harpooned.
Alarming appearance of angry arctic animals.
Legendary Sea- Urchins leaped laughed loud.
10/13/15
HM
Contest on Narwhal
Second Place
Contest No. 620 with Alliteration Style' By Brian Strand
Categories:
haply, animal, cheer up, fantasy,
Form:
Acrostic
As We Met
A glimpse of you in a wonderful day
Brought storm and I was swept away
Crept and crawled in depth of your gaze
Devastated, drowned and flown in craze
Enchanted with charm in every breath
Fascination urged even to embrace death.
Glory of emotion reached perfection
Heaven stepped down on destination.
Illuminated my heart, soothed my, soul.
Journey of life turned bright to reach goal.
Knocked my conscious and sub conscious desire
Lightening of love flashed on mind- sky entire.
Motionless, speechless I stared
Not even a smile I dared.
Overwhelmed fully and felt narcotic
Passion was oozing making me lunatic.
Quenched my thirst on your glance to absorb
Ripples of excitation dancing on each heart throb.
Strange sappiness longed for manifestation
Thrilled to sense a heart-piercing expectation
Utmost longing to speak a syllable
Ventured by me but was not viable.
Wobbling swayed, I could not approach her
'X' in my equation of love was not solved either
You came forward haply to hold my hand.
Zeal won before I could understand.
Love for Movie Screens Contest by Silent One.
' All Yours (Mar 4 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
haply, beautiful, cute love, emotions,
Form:
Abecedarian
Written as a tribute to a popular song ... can you guess which one?
When wak’st from slumber shall I be
Fain present to lay next to thee
and whither shall my sojourn be
methinks that thou would’st walk with me
much ale beset me to the ground
laid next to thee shall I be found
if all’st my parley bawdy be
I warrant, it shall be with thee
Forsooth five hundred miles afield
Travail - and then five hundred more
Traverse a thousand miles, in truth
To haply lay athwart thy door.
A reworking of "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" by the Proclaimers
Categories:
haply, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Pause, ponder as only man can,
Freed from mind's prison, what-if's pall,
Know, heaven hails a happy man.
Right things do happen to man, when
He hearkens to soul's silent call,
So, pause and ponder as ye can.
Do take a panoramic pan,
View that the world's no hospice hall,
It’s time it hails a happy man.
Enough this ill-gotten suntan,
Stop chasing Sun, why, why at all?
O pause to ponder as man can.
Pray, all that ye have to do then—
Is to bridge a gulf, fall a wall,
Be cosy in a happy den.
This done, be a free bird again,
Dawn’s dawn not when night’s reign does fall,
And haply feel as sure as can,
Heaven hails such a happy man.
Categories:
haply, happiness, life,
Form:
Villanelle
Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal
officiating penile quests
rapaciously, sadistically
tenaciously, unstoppably
vasocongested wickedness
Xerses yawped zeolously.
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All throughout history of man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged,
impailed, kindled, murderous outrages
quashing sacred urges, women yearned.
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Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles
maximized looting, pillaging, raping
visited upon females via decimating fountainhead
guarding brestworks of vestal virgins,
innocent youths (little boys and girls).
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Twenty first century *****Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, molest outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers.
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Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the sexual thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ********, indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth x-rated animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest.
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The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male sex mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid tawdry unwanted villainous withering zeal!
Categories:
haply, abuse, age, anger, discrimination,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Picnic.
Funny thing happened on way to picnic close to a jungle.
Taking twelve people three cars started simultaneous.
Cars going in queue, front- one, driven by my uncle.
We were in joyous mood, singing loud in chorus.
On road side, morning walkers were practicing jog.
Through military campus road led to our destination.
All the bungalows showing warning ‘Beware of dog’.
We were relaxed and car running in slow motion.
Haply from a house, came out a running Alsatian,
just to commit suicide on hit of our car.
With a rifle rushed the owner, a military man.
All were frightened to deal with the disaster.
My uncle got down, apologized, ‘just to mention,
I have no fault, please try to understand.
Excuse us Sir, take this money as compensation.'
Stern looked officer hesitated, but stretched his hand.
‘Ok. Fine. Accepting your ‘Fine’ as you are feeling sad.
Killing the rascal, you have done a great favor.
I am going to shoot him as he has gone mad.
Never mind. In future, be a cautious driver.’
06/30/18
Third Place
Funny Memories
Contest by Natasha L Scragg
Categories:
haply, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
LONE SAILOR
Restless river ceaseless flows.
Boatman floats boat and rows.
Me! A lone sailor rowing boat on tears just aimless
Ruffling water on stroke of oar.
Brittle ripples thrash on shore.
Haply you have come to lend your hand! My princess.
Boat raising little splashing sound.
Breeze blows, leaves murmur around.
You boarded my boat, wiped my tears! Joy is boundless
Restless river runs and rushes,
makes way through bushes
Now I know, life is majestic, wonderful, peerless.
Passing towns, or farming land
on river bank or solitary strand.
On joint journey, we are free and careless.
Restless river turns back never,
but flows and flows for forever.
I wish you should come in my young days to impress.
11/24/17
Wish I Knew You when I was Young Contest by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Third Place
Categories:
haply, appreciation, destiny, emotions, how
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Here comes a mom duck a crackling,
All her flock close by following—
All of the chicks seventeen
That makes alive wetland scene.
In fresh-water swamps comb ducks breed,
Togetherness their sole creed
Till they disperse in wet season,
So scorching when gets the sun.
Reaching up to a huge hundred,
O Knob-billed ducks, appears your deed
That has no leader to lead,
A serpentine tail there’s, nor head.
To us men, a few things ye teach—
Sticking to no chairs as if leech,
You’re no proud frogs, nor cocky cocks,
You have leaders that foster flocks.
Ye haply feed on swampy green,
Or else on sturdy water weeds,
On smaller fish and sundry seeds,
Peace and order seems your scene.
I admire how your life you lead,
Glad with your girth, shorn still of greed—
Yea, to see any of you lean
Be rare as your tinge, blue with green.
Who can call you ugly duckling?
And beauty there's in white and black,
Just one thing you perhaps still lack—
The way you sing— a coarse crackling.
With feathers black and body white,
And hints of dark blue tinged with green,
A speckled neck, greyish, yet bright,
Your claws I’m sure should peace-prize win—
Webbed, for hunt nor for fight are made,
Nor your beak an aggression shows,
Nor is there any war-like red,
Nor hunting, harming a duck knows.
As mom you seem considerate,
And care-worn, eggs to incubate,
Ye raise chicks all by you alone,
A dozen and more all your own!
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Comb duck, or knob-billed duck an unusual pan-tropical bird is found in tropical wetlands of sub-Saharan Africa, Madagascar, South Asia from far of Pakistan through India to Laos and extreme South China. Everywhere, these so-called ugly ducklings have a beauty of their own.
Nature | 08.08.11 |
Categories:
haply, bird, nature,
Form:
Narrative
O to have endless stretch ‘pon earth to roam,
Return to rest, to roost, to my sweet home.
Sweet home, forever a mighty magnet
To go back to an ever open gate,
Its awe and allure never once on wane,
Nor depends on what it might well contain.
For, home’s no house with a roof, walls and beams,
What makes it what is: love and lasting dreams,
What makes it home are sweetest memories,
Strife and struggles that bind, make families.
Bricks and mortars make no more than shelters,
Home, of love of shades that fades nor falters.
I’ve never heard of a home constructed
Like brick-built house, but painstakingly made.
History hath hailed homes in print so bold—
That its hollow of heart’s lined with pure gold.
O inspire me to go and explore world,
Which, having done, hail this migrating bird.
My mind. my feet may wander all the dome,
Not heart, it haply drops anchors at home.
If life be a coiled thread, one end in hand,
Thou doubtless art O Home the other end,
One may or not get to the coil’s far end,
The way to thee Home, always is in hand.
What magic that one tends to hate to leave,
And feels good to return one early eve.
Man flies but misses that feel of firm ground
And looks for it like a child mother-bound.
So I feel if for long in foreign land,
What’s that O Motherland ye hold in hand?
If to my soul, body be lifelong home,
To atman why not all the cosmic dome?
Few things sound sweeter than thee, O my home,
When deeply uttered, ye sound nigh like AUM.
In mother’s gaze of grace and warm embrace,
One feels at home from lifetime’s toil-filled race.
There’s sunny warmth and shelter of blue sky,
Thou art the last resort from every sigh.
In life man may have triumphed, travelled far,
Notstanding still, home hails like Polar Star.
Whenever he hath lost his life’s address,
Sweet home, ye always beckon O to bless.
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Ode | 02.02.2023 | home
Write An Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Categories:
haply, home,
Form:
Ode
Fair Angels of Parnassus, Muses Nine,
That on its snowy summit gay recline
With other gods, are haply the cynosure
Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer,
O'erflow'd with the ambrosial Hippocrene,
The haunt of daughters of Mnemosyne,
And Father Jove who loves these nymphets most,
And of that gelid crest th’ immortal host.
Apollo, son of Jove, gives company
To your glad song of heaven’s euphony;
There to his lyre flourish unfetter'd throats
That bear the truest art through truest notes.
When sing ye graceful goddesses amidst
The brood of Saturn’s mighty son in feasts,
May gladden the heart of children of the plain
As well who in summer nights hearken you fain.
I heard that music mild betwixt the glades,
‘Twixt valleys old till with the breeze it fades,
Amongst the rustling youthful Aspen leaves,
From bough to bough its tender beauty weaves.
On warbler’s throat ye happy strains do pour,
Above the groves as o’er the mountain soar
They with their pinions unweary and suave,
Dispenser of all art ye fain observe.
4th April, 2017
Categories:
haply, angel,
Form:
Classicism
Moment soon the soul whimper,
Hesitate to touch mighty feet;
Lose mettle idle crafty plot hover
And steep mind loyal rational heat:
Sure cling he each bums bend,
By stretching own hands smugly surround.
Neither sophism could impress him;
Nor pile of offering delight,
Need not hold, pity merge gleam,
His traces are above all bright,
His hideous growl exposes hazard dis-quest
His blessings washes our shabby resist.
When some receive his blessings...
Look hundredfold ideas dense success;
Distrust not life shows dreary happenings
Seem sadden cry in screaming guess,
Haply disturb prudent at perplexity wink
What promotes occult utilitarian ward link.
Categories:
haply, social,
Form:
Didactic
Spring feels like seating on wagon clearheaded as judge
A wagon jobber’s cart splashing water while passing a river
Temperate air blowing and whispering around
A whim of holding my lover, haply defining life at a beach-
-took over me
Summer sounds like crazy god of fire, you can’t come near
Feels hotter as Indian spicy-hot food
Always accompanied with Chinese summer soup
Desisting from heat and flames
Flames of affection after sighting a lip glossed young tender modernized girl
Autumn feels like a newly wedded couple
Beautiful as autumn foliage flowers
Like arm of palace, majestically falling from trees
Falling like petals on grand party
Winter taste like luncheon meat
It reminds me the cheers and uproar on winter sport
Loud but uncharged
Cold weather striking through, a warm cloudy like breath sparks out of nostril
Holding on to my clothes like fungi
seasons of typical year, flesh and tender in my mind
everyday i pay attention to what next year will bring
Categories:
haply, creation, environment, happiness, social,
Form:
Free verse
With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening,
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.
Their heavy school bags left way aside,
Uniforms too thrown on whatso side,
Back from bunking class, leave un-applied,
Bare bodied when children dance in rain,
Here’s happiness for me sans restrain.
Dreams and young desires dancing in mind,
Two teenagers in tender love blind,
At the appointed place do when find
And haply together smile their smiles,
Here’s happiness to me that beguiles.
Dawns a day, and Ma wakes up early,
Finds the house bare and rather lonely,
And lo, the door-bell rings suddenly,
Her daughter and kids hug her in glee,
Here is crest of happiness to me.
One eve, the sun prepares when to pack,
I see grandpa— nigh bent at the back,
Nostalgic, playing old songs from rack
When breaks into dance that transcends age,
That’s happiness to me freed from cage.
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Based on a Gujarati poem by Shyamal Munshi, titled:
mane to sukh eman dekhaya, transliteration as follows:
ek ramakdun lai mana-gamatun,
mana khole hasatun ramatun,
mithan halardan sambhaltun,
mani same jotun balak unghi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
bhar bharelan daftar khakhi,
ek divas khunaman nakhi,
ninshal man pan chutti rakhi,
bhai-bandho sau thai ughada bhar varshaman nhaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ichao laine ubheli,
ek chokari preme gheli,
nishchit sthane pahonchi vaheli,
premi ne jotan ni sathe acherun malakaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ek divas ma vaheli jage,
ghar khali-kham sunun lage,
ghar no bel achanak vage,
‘ne bachhane lai dikari malava avi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
chho kede thi hoy valela,
ek sanj ni dubati vela,
dada sahu mitroni bhela,
juni filmo yad kari ne junan gito gaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
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Translations | 02.01.14 |
Categories:
haply, happiness,
Form:
Free verse