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Himalayan trip-trap-2

Himalayan  Trip-Trap

They poured in,  before the deluge
To surpass the natives in numbers
folks in their  cribs -through-hearse  stages, 
trusting like kids,  a burnished sky,  blue-white, 
a cocktail of the wrong and right,
and the mountains, inwardly  grumbling ,
darkly forbidding…

Snaking it  up  to the high  spots  of primeval Gods,
thro roads,  loosely wrapping the giant, like gray ribbons,
sleeping in structures disputed by the rivers
on  questions of  right of way ,
they milled about, haggled  and  honeymooned, 
peed and  pilgrimaged, at  Badri and Kedar, 
belonging to the likes of Sankaras,  long before
touts and tours  stirred their sequestered worlds .

And the super giant suddenly  fancied a good shower,
with unusually heavy cloudbursts  , landslides 
And down flowed 
decades of filth with silt settling to ceiling heights.
The crowds, local and visiting, clung on to life like limpets 
watching  their kin,  their life’s bearings, settings and links, 
uprooted, tossed and broken,
hurtling down,

Escapees from being buried in debris, 
now cornered in hell,  bereaved and battered,
famished  and  plundered, living and dying from moment to moment
on nothing, save air laced with fumes of rotting death
at the tipping points  of sanity ,  pondering
their turn of fates;
development  vis-a-vis  disasters ; 
disasters vis-à-vis puny mitigation measures
tragedies-in-the-making  vis-a-vis  remedies forsaken;
freak  instances  vis-à-vis  climate changes.
They remain  stranded  , for days on end,
despite the IAF, army men and their copters
( not the other services or their detractors)
risking their lives on a huge rescuing effort.
The natives, rescued or not, stranded for life, though.


@24 jun 2013.    By  :S.Jagathsimhan Nair

* This is about the thousands of tourists and locals remaining stranded in the Himalayan heights for about a week now, with dwellings, roads and bridges washed away/ blocked by heavy rains , landslides and floods.

Sankara  refers to Adi Sankara, the saint of the 8th Cy AD.

Badri and Kedar mean Badrinath and Kedarnath, two important places of  pilgrimage in the Himalayan heights.

IAF : Indian Air Force

For Deb’s 'Referential' contest , referring to the loss  engendered by the Himalayan geography which finds expression, different, though, in the metaphors of Kash's poem, 'My emotional geography', with  ref to expressions  like valley of pain, ocean of sorrow, tearful rivers,foggy mountains etc.

For SKAT's Epic-only contest.


Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2013


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Tanabata-w

Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Blinded by love like Yaksha & his beloved
In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem Meghdootam.

Vega neglecting her weaving and
Altair allowed the cows to stray.
So did lovelorn Yaksha in his duties to Kubera.
Dereliction in each case infuriated the kings.
Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way
And Yaksha from Alkapuri in the Himalayas to Ramgiri.
Yaksha expurgated by separation for a year.
Vega succeeded in arousing the sympathy
Was allowed to meet Altair once in a year
Provided no rain on the eve of seventh
To unite in the milky way-Scorpion region
On the bank of Amanogawa river.
Prospero proved wiser expiating Ferdinand
By his log bearing as ‘trials of thy love’.
Reducing Miranda as ‘rich gift’ or ‘acquisition’
Forever as compensation to Ferdinand’s pains?
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Sixth Placement
For contest : your best poem

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Explanations of foreign words in the poem:
Japanese “Tana” means a shelf in English and “bata” is a transformation of “hata” which 
means a loom
"weaving with the loom (bata) placed on the shelf (tana)",
One popular Tanabata custom is to write one's wishes on a piece of paper, and hang that 
piece of paper on a specially erected bamboo tree, in the hope that the wishes become true.
According to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega,
Yakshas : name of the Kubera’s servant
Meghdootam: Megh (rainy clouds and Dootam means messenger)An epic poem written in 
Sanskrit in the year 400 A.D. by the great Indian Bard Kalidas – meaning cloud messenger
Ramgiri ; a hill near Nagpur in Central India
Alka: the name of the city in Himalayan region also known as Alkapuri
Kubera:  the God of Wealth in the Hindu mythology
the Amanogawa (River of Heaven),
Prospero, Ferdinand and Miranda- the character in Shakespeare’s The Tempest.


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010


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My Friend Pine Tree

My Friend Pine Tree 

Away, quite away from my nearby Allen Forest
One day I was moving on a hill top 
On a Himalayan mountain hill
I found myself standing 
Before a beautiful and majestic Pine tree

The tree was tall and beautiful
The wind was blowing,  its sprigs and leaves
As if, a flute blower was playing with its flute
The Pine tree was swinging and singing
Creating a melody of its own
I too got lost to watch and hear that music
And felt as if, the tree wanted to speak with me

I gently touched the tree and felt its thrills
A sensation ran through my spine and body
I found that the Pine tree was singing in joy
The breeze was full of drizzling and the hanging clouds
Were touching and embracing the hill top tree
While the sky was flashing a brilliant light 
And I was charmed by that magical yellow light 
Coming from a slice of the clouds, hovering on another hill 
And showering on the Pine tree and on every thing all around
Every things including me was taking a bath 
In the rains of that magical defusing light sublime

I again felt a sweet sensation running my spine
When a sprig of Pine tree touched my fingers
As if, it was trying to shake my hand with pleasure
To show how happy was the Pine tree 
To find a friend in such a weather sublime

Overwhelm by the sensations of pleasure I felt 
While standing before the Pine tree and beholding
To dance and sing with the tree in those moments
To celebrate the treasure of joy, it had given to me
And remained in an state of ecstasy till I saw 
What humans have done with other Pine trees
Which I saw on the other side of the hill

The trees here were brutally cut and slain
To get the resin from the trunks of every pine tree
I saw them crying and weeping with agonies
And their was no music and joy in their thrilling
Although the wind was touching them here also
But I could not behold my friend Pine tree 
In that state of agony any more.

Ravindra

Kanpur. India  01st December 2009


Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2009


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Himalayan Sunset

The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.

The lightening stoked the day’s heat, 
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it. 

The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
it freed them from.

Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2008


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It does not matter how much you ignore me

Sorry, I no more seek your suns
Nor moons
Yes, your suns I loved very much

Your passionate sun
Around which my planets would run
Your cool moons
Shedding long leaves
On my glistening lagoon
I remember
All my swoons
From wine in your spoon 

But your nerves
Went for new curves
It happens
Very often
Our rivers do not like the same course
Especially when you endorse
Flames of passion
And we are rivers

You developed a new craze
In a psychedelic haze
In that crazy spree
You started neglecting me
Initially I got lonely
Missed you terribly
My ocean frozen I was in a depression
Of the morbid flower
In pale blue showers
From the two windows
Morose under compulsion
For many a day, month and year
Irritation in the mug of bear
Tearing my spirit
Pulverizing all my lyrics
Landslide in Mirik 

But again all rivers are resilient
If you stop its normal course
It gathers unexpected force
The remorse underlie

I grew seasoned without you
I was out of the bottomless blues
Though could not but reflect on the cues
In the morning dew
And sighed too
But I learned to live agile and alert
Brushing aside the frozen heart
Gave up on hashish
Cleaned the debris
Started looking smart

Now I have travelled a long path
No more remorse no wrath
No smokes of the aftermath
Now I understand
The diamonds of life
Love matters much
Especially in the flowers of touch
But when you ignore
It does not matter
I have got my poems of freedom
Your walls can never ruffle them
______________________________
23/11/2016
Note: Mirik is a Himalayan tourist spot in Darjeeling 


Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016


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Living a Dream


Two silhouettes
toe-tapping on an enchanted moonbeam
A nighttime romantic dalliance
Two starry-eyed lovers,
so much in love
So living a dream
Their love has this kind of feel ---
a touch of soft fleece fantasy,
a taste of honey flavored surreal
They got a love that flows deeper
than the waters falling down the mountains of Paraguay
Lots of cool peppermint kisses on a cold winter's day
Two hand-in-hand lovers,
so much in love,
So living a dream
Just a happy monsieur and his smiling fraulein
They have a love that floats higher
than two snow geese flying across the Himalayan sky at twilight
Plenty of hot chocolate kisses on a tropical summer night
Their love has this kind of feel ---
a touch of satin and velvet embrace,
a taste of saffron lips cinnamon laced
Two blooming tulips
dancing on a morning rainbow sunbeam
A lifetime romantic fragrance
Two bright-eyed lovers,
so very much in love
So living a dream,
living the life they they always dreamed of


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016


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Creatures

Anteater's with their incredible 2 foot tongue
Bison their hides, one time under the gun
Cheetah's my, can they run
Dolphins bringing so much fun.

Elephants, Indian and African by the size of their ears
Fin Whales hunted, we share their fears
Giraffes so elegant long necked and tall
Hummingbirds hover, and never fall.

Insects, so varied in size and shape
Jackals howl as they relate to their mates
Kodiak, the island bears
Lobsters, caught, creeled and snared.

Mammoth, the awesome beast from the past
Nymph, insect larva's showing species may last
Octopus, tentacled dude of the sea
Plankton, the only food that is free.

Queen Bee, on the throne with her drones
Rhino with their keratin horns
Salmon living, return to spawn and die
Thrush, singing songs in tune as they fly.

Uakari, the Amazon new world monkey
Vulture's make the ground carrion free
Whippets a joy, as you watch them race
Xerus, the squirrel - the grounds his place.

Yak, the bovine of Himalayan heights
Zebra, white equids with their black stripes.


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009


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Diets

Can you imagine my surprise 
When I woke up with thunder thighs

I looked in my mirror and
It gave me back a knowing grin

Hard and heavy the diet days
And all of my sweet tooth chocolate craves

Knowing what's  in front of me
Makes this fat boy wanna scream

So I check out the internet
To find the perfect diet yet

        Lets see......

Urine injections from a pregnant babe
That seems to be the latest craze

How about this bubble wrap
I just might be down with that

Who is there to really say
Which pill and how many I should take

One that sympathizes with the way I feel
While feeding me pint size starvation meals

Here's one guaranteed to clean my clock
While the next ten days I'm on the toilet docked

This is funny...try and eat more sensibly
That's like a foreign language to me

Get your daily exercise
Obviously written by some wise guy

Goes to prove just what I've heard
On the internet don't believe every word

How about the Himalayan soft cheese wrap
The secrets in the cheese to squeeze off the fat

Or I could go the Hollywood way
Have it sucked out and back to eating in one day

There are so many options here
It's hard to know which way to steer

As my options all expand
Think I'll just go buy elastic waist band pants

And learn to enjoy in my own eyes
The fact that I have thunder thighs



Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016


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DUFFY DEAN

Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But we all know he’s more than that.


[Written in honor of a friend's Himalayan Persian--I think---a personable cat that I often use as a character in short stories and even a radio script.]

[For anyone interested in the radio show I wrote about Duffy, here is a link:  http://sylvannovelust.blogspot.com/2013/12/adventures-of-duffy-dean-unified-story.html]


Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2014


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CHINA TOUR THOUGHTS 3


China Tour Diary Moment #3
SHANGRI-LA, TIBET
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Paradise on earth: Himalayan range;
A phenomenon carved by elements;
Here magic gives birth to ways that seem strange;
A place where lessons of soul mark movement.


Our tour coach winds round the mountain terrain;
Drive on man-made roads and excitement here;
High above the ground, feel Spirit's refrain;
See wonder purge loads as soul knows fond cheer.


Feel the calm ambience on this grand vista;
Our tour group enroute with highway mileage;
Notice a radiance beyond agenda;
Shangri-la calls out in hidden lineage.


Four hours on-the-road with punctuated stops:
And then our eyes sight the Himalayas;
Cold air sifts heat load as bones feel cold mop;
There's a mystic light that comes in layers.


I feel the splendour of an unseen touch;
There is a measure of peace that surrounds;
I sense a grandeur, an aura as such;
There is calm treasure in Tibetian grounds.


Now I start to know why I've always felt
The allure that calls me to this strange place;
No logic can show the knowing that melts;
Understanding frees reason with sure grace.


Mister Mao's China annexed old Tibet;
The surge of new change has come to this land;
Modern agendas have altered mindsets;
Now ancient and strange meet a reformed blend.


Here, the ancient lores permeate the culture;
Ways of new and old mix and mingle free;
Yet yarns from before linger to nurture;
The life streams unfold in primal beauty.


There is a certain atmosphere serene;
An unspoken feel, an unseen presence;
How can I contain what words find extreme;
Beyond mere goodwill, a visage transient.


Perhaps my musings are self-engendered;
Still, I sense a touch beyond description;
I wrestle feelings to learn things tender;
A pulse and a nudge hints contemplation.


Herein I realise a man's life reveals
Moments and outcomes as change casts a light;
Heed glimpse beyond eyes that grace now fulfills;
A certain light sums splendour beyond sight.


Tibet weaves a charm with calm caresses;
The land breathes and tells in soul vibrations;
Grazing grounds and farms, and homestead houses;
On stillness I dwell in meditation.


We check a road map that cites agenda;
Stroll through ancient grounds to match new-found sights;
Climb a hundred steps to a pagoda;
We greet lost and found in the midday light.


Capture a brief stay with silent prayer;
Walk through temple hall as icons preside;
Allow heart to stray with true wayfarer;
Feel calmness mingle as silence provides.


The day follows swift in twists and turns here;
A sojourn that sends us deeper within;
Here we turn the cliff and help our hearts steer;
The bold homeward trend to moments unseen.


Mountains and valleys loom in pleasant sight;
A personal space between man and grace;
Joy fills the alleys with spring time delights;
Notice time and place reveal a sure pace.


The song of the wind can be heard howling;
No human voice can imitate this poise;
It comes yet unseen to groom brief stirrings;
Touch can thus rejoice with soul's preferred choice.


In the new dawning, we tour the vast park;
Take a coach upwards, climb the mountain road;
Then hike surroundings to sightsee our marks;
We circle towards where the end unloads.


Yet, brisk as we come, too soon we depart;
The sun plunges slow as coach speeds away;
Awareness now sums in soul, mind and heart;
No words can frame glow that settles our stay.


As our day retires, we find fruitful rest;
There is a feeling of a day well-spent;
Gratitude fuels fire as sleep cultures fest;
Sunset concealing as cold winds attend.


Tomorrow we take the road somewhere far;
This feeling of calm will bless our journey;
Movement surely makes spring time moments star;
Spirit's healing balm soothes pulse and sets free.


Beyond time and space, a continuum strange;
Know then that love dwells within and around;
Greet soul face-to-face in full depth and range;
Allow poise to tell fond joy that peace grounds.



Leon Enriquez
28 May 2014
Singapore

(Note: Written in China, Shangri-la, Tibet on Monday 26 May.)


Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014


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My Five Senses

Living in the concrete jungle of the city’s thermal island
My five senses were stifled to almost dead and bland.

To perceive if all of them are still alive and working or not
I went from the city to the lap of nature I nearly forgot.

I trekked in the high Himalaya along the deep Tista valley
The floating fragrance of orchid on hill slope greeted me.

The cascading streams on eroded boulders made a murmur
I heard the sound of music created by the pristine nature.

The clumps of cloud curled up the valley soaking the green
My heart mellowed at their soft touch seeping through skin.

Up above the tree canopy the clouds melted in cool rain
The drops were like elixir of heaven my taste buds still retain. 

The crimson sun painted gold on peak Kanchajangha at dawn
Enthralled and awed, I saw the Himalayan splendor being born.

I was then floating on the astral air of grand ecstasy
And deciphered my five senses still survived within me.

August 6, 2018


Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 14


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 14
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’


A struggle had started on the Himalayan peaks,
Between delusion and penance,
To watch this great fight,
The Sun stopped its motion for a while.

Even consciousness was watching,
Bewildered and astonished.
Who wins the unique struggle,
The delusion of Goddess or the God.

Meditation of Lord Shanker,*
Got disturbed by illusion,
Seeing such courage of Cupid,
He thought over the consequences.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 5th May 2012.
To continue…..

Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.

Clarifications:
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Lord Shiva

IMPORTANT NOTE:
Due to passing of time some of the 
Hindi Text stanzas of this great epic
got lost or right now it is not available.
Even I have also lost some parts 
of the Ist English translation done by 
me, long back, when my father was alive.
They are either got misplaced or lost.  
I am rewriting such missing lines to 
the best of my capabilities to
preserve this valuable writing by bringing
this unique story before the world. ...Ravindra
My Email id for facebook and other readers:
kapoor_skk@yahoo.com





Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2012


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Beware the Azgar is Moving


 
Beware the Azgar is Moving Be aware The Azgar is moving It does not believe in Peace and commitments Its sole belief is to swallow Whatever lies within or even Beyond its boundaries and limits. 01 It has plans to move Even on snowy high mountains peaks The Azgar never believes in Buddha's peace It believes in committing and then even in betraying To keep its boundaries and horizons always expanding.02 It has already swallowed The most peaceful and tranquil lands on Earth Which lies, high very high on the Himalayan mountain peaks It has also swallowed many vast areas Including territories of its neighbors And now it is trying to encroach slowly to swallow Another peaceful land of the mountain region Belonging to peace loving people, Who believes in coexistence And in human values. Be aware and be Alert The Azgar has big and vast intensions As it not only eats meat and animals but Land and mountains, glaciers and lakes Even snowy plains deep oceans and its shores and wealth Of every kind in the name of keeping the theory That power comes from the barrel of guns As it has already nipped and crushed the dreams Of its own freedom loving many children old and young. Ravindra Kanpur India 24th April 2013 Azgar * Hindi word means Dragon


Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2013


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The Ruba'iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Three

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Three

Note:  I do hope it’s clear to readers by now that – strictly speaking – in these ruba’iyat, I deviate from the original Persian medieval model, introduced by Rudaki in Ghazna, in that I do away with the 7-syllable hemistich and even the 14-syllable line of the couplet in  order to create a longer more breathless ruba’i of my own. I adhere only to the intent and the tone at large. Apologies to Master Khayyam and his ilk.

Then as the dawn comes creeping through the dull cold listless haze
Shattered by nitpicking crows still in their tuxedo craze
Raucous squawks remind her to take that woollen mantle off
And stretch her legs just where her feet splintered the brittle glaze

Yet no one had ever seen her curious darling eyes
Her fronds of glaucous eye-lashes lie under thin ice
On some frosty winter morn gusts shake her locks threadbare loose
While some Himalayan pine bucked her will long bent with vice

No frog croaks nor cicadas cut into eerie silence
And the vapours of sticky unkempt limbs hang low and dense
The forsaken dame dreams on as on every December morn
No carbide stench of Bastille Day fireworks will choke her sense

On such lone nights when joggers dare not dig into her sides
She’d unclasp her python coils to search through shopping guides
For sherwanis and sarees to rouse Khayyam from his cup
While the svelte lass from Lahore wanders in her coils besides

Come winter! Come shine! This life’s nothing but a longing grind
Each in his own way dying to find his own special kind
If that happens, will this world be bereft of its only quest
For never does the search bring together two of the right kind!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013





Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013


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Baseball Trash Can Cats Vs Downtown Stray

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Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy Legs Lynx,
his pitching fast and usually sinks.
Throwing for Strays is lefty Greyhound,
he’s tall and lanky but throws very sound.

Dogs take the field, Manx cat at the plate, 
the balls streaking by, he’s swinging too late.
Three strikes he’s out, Greyhound’s having a day,
the Bobtail cat will be next up to play. 

First pitch is low, ump calls it a ball,
the next one’s inside, a very close call.
Greyhound next pitches a ball with great speed,
Bobtail cat swings, bat up to the deed.

High into the air the baseball did soar,
Rocky Retriever swift ran to the chore.
Over the fence it finally had spun,
Cats have the early lead zero to one.

Sam Siamese next hit to first base,
Billy Beagle was right in his place.
Tagged Sam Siamese, out by a snout,
going to be a tough game without a doubt.

Black Bombay was next to at bat,
this was a dangerous black batting cat.
Greyhound threw three balls, speed lighting fast,
Black Bombay cat was not long to last.

Ok fans, Trash Can Cats take the field,
Downtown Stray, the bat skillfully to wield.
First up at bat will be Pauly the Pug,
he’s a bit short but oh boy can he slug.

Crazy Legs Lynx lets a ball go,
Pauly Pug drew back but was a bit slow.
The next ball was placed for Pauly just grand,
Pauly bunted, on first base he did land.

Freddy Fox Hound will next take at bat,
eyeing the pitcher he’ll cream that fast cat,
The next pitch did come blazing toward him,
curving left to right his chances were slim.

The crack of the bat and off the ball went, 
into left field the ball, quickly, was sent.
Left fielder Maine **** cat ran for the ball,
Pauly Pug on first base never did stall.

Pug rounded the bases, a cloud of dust,
running for home plate, as he knew he must.
Russian Blue cat was catching home plate,
Maine **** cats throw just a bit late.

Pauly Pug crossed the plate, the score was tied,
Freddy Fox Hound gave that ball quite a ride.
The next two Stray batters went down in smoke,
an epic baseball game, this is no joke.

The afternoon wore on, battle royal,
both teams competing with highest moral.
Pitchers dueling in highest degree,
all of their skill for everyone to see.

We come at last to the bottom of nine,
Trash Can Cats now weren’t doing so fine.
The score in the ninth still tied one to one,
if Downtown dogs scored the game would be done.

Springer Spaniel up to take his turn,
three times passed Spaniel that fast ball would burn.
Dan Dachshund followed, next in the order,
three pitches all strikes, right on the border.

Bulldog next up, last hold out of hopes,
with slow confidence, to the plate he lopes.
Bulldog practices a swing, thunderous might,
set not to go home a loser tonight.

Stepped to the plate, gave the pitcher a glare,
planning a hit with no mercy to spare.
The first pitch a blur no chance for a swing,
went so fast, he didn’t see the darn thing.

Next pitch was low and they called it a ball,
he stepped off the plate, the pitcher to stall.
Here came a pitch it curved to inside,
Bulldog took a big swing, losing his pride.

Then two more balls were to follow that day,
three balls two strikes on the count they would say.
Next pitch coming, he could see the darn thing,
he reared back and gave his most vicious swing.

The crack of the bat shocked even him,
the Trash Can Cats future now looked dim.
Howe Himalayan cat ran at top speed,
so hoping to catch this game winning deed. 

The crowd were all standing, waiting to see,
the out come this blast from Bulldog would be.
The ball flew so high, then began to fall,
finally landed way over the wall.

The crowd gave a cheer and shouted as one, 
the Downtown Stray had successfully won.
Both teams met in the middle of the field,
shaking of hands, their friendship was sealed.


Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©


Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016


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Butterfly Land

A gathering of winged beings soaring down Creating heavenly mists in swirls among the clouds Destined to hover just below A pinnacle of strangled hope Exhaling their exotic breaths of Himalayan glow Asphyxiating toxins found clinging to a soul Basking in tranquility they yeild to passion's will Drifting quietly to land upon a window sill Where endurance rests peacefully, unencumbered


Copyright © Karen Anglesey | Year Posted 2013


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My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth

My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth                    Dedicated to Deborah Guzzi

I dreamed one day, 
I was climbing a hill,
Away, far away in the Himalayan mountain 
But I was only a beginner, of climbing a snow peak
I wanted to climb to see the world, 
To feel the Sunshine
And the beauty of the glacier

Perhaps my fascination for climbing the hills, 
Was traced by my mind, who knew me more than me
It thought to fulfill my long cherished desire,
If not in actual, at least in my dream

I wanted to feel, how splendid it is
To see the world 
From a snow covered peak  
To get a bird eye view of the world
To learn more about the earth, humans and nature

In moments of those total silence and aloofness,
I found the blue wing bird, like an Angel spirit for me
My beautiful blue bird Neelkanth,*
Was my only friend and inspiration,
To complete the mission 

I was climbing the snow covered hill
Like a Mountaineering trainee,
My tools were few, but my aim was true
My only companion, in the journey of my adventures,
Was my blue wings bird 
I know from my childhood days, as my ‘Neelkanth’*

I found my blue wings bird, hovering always near me,
Like an Angel spirit, to save me from falling,
Its beauty lies, not only in its blue wing,
But the poison it stored in its purple throat ring, 
To save the world from the effects of poison

I was climbing the hill,  
And my favorite Blue wing bird, 
Was accompanying me, in those difficult moments, 
Like a true well wisher and a true companion

At one place I found that,
The snow rocks were difficult and steep
I tried a short cut, to somehow reach the top,
And then came my Angel spirit,
From somewhere suddenly, 
Giving indication to stop immediately 

I decided to go, as the spirit was indicating, 
I changed my course, as shown by the Angel spirit
Next moment I heard a sliding of the snow rock, 
The rock which I was trying to climb,
Were falling and were slipping deep in the glacier

My eyes became tearful, when I saw my Angel spirit
It had saved my life,
From being buried in the snow glacier,
For ever and for ever

After seeing my expressions of love and gratitude, 
The bird flew away from there
Leaving me inspired for many more coming moments,
To start climbing the hills again and again

Next moment I was climbing,
The hills with more vaguer, as usual
My angel bird had given me enough
To keep trying
Till I reach my goal
Or feel the Sunshine

Ravindra

Kanpur India 30th April 2010

* Neelkanth.    Indian Roller. Neelkanth (Hindi)


Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010


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Escape to struggle

Evils with machine Guns to kill,
Ghost of my imagination were there to kill 
Or to protect me from the evils.
Believing in myself was what left within me, 
Left with my heart, my soul, and my life.
I glanced back, back to where I came from.
I couldn’t see in the darkness of moonless, 
In the black vision of the Himalayan forest.
I wanted to see the crust where I came from,
One more time or for the last time,
But it was too dark to see.
I told my heart; it is too late to look back. 
I knew I was quite far away, 
Far away enough to think what I left
Will be my past, only my past forever. 
Heard the sound of evils gun fire, 
Running from gun fire, only eight year old me.
Holding my uncle’s hand like I held mother’s once 
And convinced myself, I will be just fine with bless of the god,
The only god I believe in – my mother.
Everyone ran and ran, my hand slipped from my uncle.
Where am I? Eight years old boy in the forest of Himalaya,
Looking for his beloved uncle and friends in the moonless night.
Sounds of gunfire was getting closer and closer. 
I closed my eyes and asked my mother what to do?
Struggle yourself and face fears, escape from your struggles,
You are escaping to struggle, struggle for a nation. 
You have to struggle; escape to have you get the identity: my son.
I ran down the forest, not knowing what is next.
But I listened to my mother in my heart, so I had to run.
Running after my beloved sheep and yaks were paying me off.
But running from evils to escape my fear was scary.
 When this darkness will end I thought.
May be when sun will rise again I said.
Waited for that sun for 59 years now.
Yet there is no Sun rise in my country- TIBET.
I have escaped, escaped to struggle. 
 This is a poem written by my husband. I just wanted to share it with you all to let you know and feel his feelings about himself and his country. Evils here refer to the chinese who has occupied TIBET since 1959. yet There are many chinese all around the world who supports Tibet. As in here my husband talked about struggling, that means at the tender age of eight, he with his uncle and a bunch of another tibetan walked all the way from Tibet crossing himalayas to escape from Tibet and get into India and seek education and freedom under the guidance of His holiness The Dalai Lama(our spiritual leader- a nobel laureate). With this I would like to suggest you my friends to look into the story of Tibet, get to know Tibetan and support our country Tibet. Thank you.











Copyright © Dickey Thukhotsong | Year Posted 2015


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I HAVE SEEN THE WORLD

I have seen the whole world
I have seen all that eyes can see
I am not new to Nigeria,
Neither am I strange to Scotland
Once I placed an elbow in Eritrea
And set one foot in France.
I played hide-and-seek with the pyramids of Egypt
Shared a bottle of beer with the Nile
And left for Mecca with Tutankhamen`s crown.
Ghana begged me with a thousand bags of gold-- 
Armed with chopstick in both hands
China chased me out of her gate.
In Britain the Queen at a conference
Conferred on me the knighthood.
In India I basked in the bowel of Indus
And won ten elephants from Brahma`s faithfuls.
Women in Ivory Coast weaved a welcome dance
Libya threw stones at me because I stared 
On her pretty daughters who passed by in a queue.
In Tonga I ruled as king for two days
Then left for Iceland where I shivered in snow
Inside the eleven clothes I wore.
I have seen the Eskimos who dwell in Alaska,
The Aborigines of Australia.
I have set my boots on the ice of Antarctica
I have seen the Pygmies in the wilderness of Congo
strolled beyond the Himalayan mountains
Seen the roaring rear of the Mississippi.
I have been to Brazil, Burma, the USA
And have shopped beyond the true bargain of the equator.
I have been to the end of the world 
To where the sun never sets
To the country where rain never stops falling.
I have flown across all the rivers,
Ponds, canals, swamps and oceans
Wandered through phantom forests
Wood smokes and landscapes that disappeared
Like illusions from my sub-conscious mind
And sometimes I stroll past places that look
Like memories of my childhood
Stuck in a photo frame.
I have seen the whole world
But shall I return, will I come back,
When there is nothing for my eyes to see?


Copyright © Jude Chukwuemeka | Year Posted 2008


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The Rebel

The Rebel(1922).

Original Bangla : Kazi Nazrul Islam, Translation : Sajed kamal


Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim:  I raise my head high!
             Before me bows down the Himalayan peaks!
Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim: rending through the sky,
                surpassing the moon, the sun,
                the planets, the stars,
                piercing through the earth,
                the heavens, the cosmos
                and the Almighty's throne,
                have I risen?I, the eternal wonder
                of the Creator of the universe.
                The furious Shiva shines on my forehead
                like a royal medallion of victory!
Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim: My head is ever held high!
                I'm ever indomitable, arrogant and cruel,
                I'm the Dance-king of the Day of the Doom,
                I'm the cyclone, the destruction!
                I'm the great terror, I'm the curse of the world.
                I'm unstoppable,
                I smash everything into pieces!
                I'm unruly and lawless.
                I crush under my feet
                all the bonds, rules and disciplines!
                I don't obey any laws.
                I sink cargo-laden boats?I'm the torpedo,
                I'm the dreadful floating mine.
                I'm the destructive Dhurjati,
                the sudden tempest of the summer.
                I'm the Rebel, the Rebel son
                of the Creator of the universe!
Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim: My head is ever held high!
                I'm the tempest, I'm the cyclone,
                I destroy everything I find in my path.
                I'm the dance-loving rhythm,
                I dance to my own beats.
                I'm the delight of a life of freedom.
                I'm Hambeer, Chhayanat, Hindol.
                I move like a flash of lightning
                with turns and twists.
                I swing, I leap and frolic!
                I do whatever my heart desires.
                I embrace my enemy and wrestle with death.
                I'm untamed, I'm the tempest!
                I'm pestilence, dread to the earth,
                I'm the terminator of all reigns of terror,
                I'm ever full of burning restlessness.




 


Copyright © Patwary Khorshed | Year Posted 2016


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The only place I want to be

I could be where the palm trees sway in a tropical breeze,
The pace is slow, the air is warm, and I can take my ease.
Drinking chilled coconut from the shell, a blue ocean view,
But, the only place I want to be, is right here with you.

I could be way up high, in a distant land, a Himalayan retreat,
Watching the sunset over Everest,  wood fireplace, effusing heat.
Relaxing in the whirlpool, the steam rises, as I sip a hot brew.
But, the only place I want to be, is right here with you.

I could be enthralled as Parana journeys to it's end, at the falls,
200 rivers, cascading in unison, as I meditate struck in awe.
I could be contemplating, the transcendent beauty of Iguazu,
But, the only place I want to be, is right here with you.

I could be in Sorrento, bay of Napoli, not far from Capri,
watching cruise ships floating by, observing life so carefree.
From the marina, I marvel at the houses built into cliffs,
I daydream of what it could be like, to live like this.

But, of all the places I could go, and the things that I could do,
The only place I want to be...is right here with you.

John Derek Hamilton  November 10, 2015



Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015


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Platonic Relationships

Platonic Relationships Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th Day of the 7th month in the naked sky. Japan celebrating Tanabata festival There! The two stars Vega and Altair Vega neglecting her weaving and Altair allowed the cows to stray. Dereliction in the case infuriated their King Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way Vega succeeded in arousing the sympathy Was allowed to meet Altair once in a year Provided no rain on the eve of seventh To unite in the milky way-Scorpion region On the bank of Amanogawa river. Blinded by love like the stars Vega and Altair In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem Meghdootam. So did lovelorn Yaksha in his duties to Kubera. Dereliction in each case infuriated the kings. Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way Yaksha expurgated by separation for a year. From Alkapuri in the Himalayas to Ramgiri. Prospero proved wiser expiating Ferdinand By his log bearing as ‘trials of thy love’. Reducing Miranda as ‘rich gift’ or ‘acquisition’ Forever as compensation to Ferdinand’s pains?
============================= Date 3-1-14 Dr. Ram Mehta First Place Win in Contest: Appreciate Platonic Relationship by Poet Undertaker Explanations of foreign words in the poem: Japanese “Tana” means a shelf in English and “bata” is a transformation of “hata” which means a loom "weaving with the loom (bata) placed on the shelf (tana)", One popular Tanabata custom is to write one's wishes on a piece of paper, and hang that piece of paper on a specially erected bamboo tree, in the hope that the wishes become true. According to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega, Yakshas : name of the Kubera’s servant Meghdootam: Megh (rainy clouds and Dootam means messenger)An epic poem written in Sanskrit in the year 400 A.D. by the great Indian Bard Kalidas – meaning cloud messenger Ramgiri ; a hill near Nagpur in Central India Alka: the name of the city in Himalayan region also known as Alkapuri Kubera: the God of Wealth in the Hindu mythology the Amanogawa (River of Heaven),


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014


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Spring Flowers

A valley of flowers and season of spring
Base is green with colourful toppings
Coveted vibrant gems are dropping
Decorated board looks so alive
Evening dusky shadows arrive
Frame as fragile as a dream
Gardenia romania look supreme
Himalayan hills and hybrid hues
I hymn for this picturesque
Jasmine flora smell is raising
Knighthood piece of art amazing 
Lotus petals where dew dwells
Mountain laurel and bluebells
Nothing can beat their persona 
Orange marigold pink belladonna
Purple syringa forget-me-not 
Queen of flowers rose red hot
Rain drop ink makes them scarlet
Sun rays develop them to starlet
Tulip triumph on blooming ride
Vivid as a newly wedding bride
Underneath clouds canopy beside
What an imaginary
Xerox created
Yellow daffodils
Zenith far and wide


Dated: 04/13/2016
Entered Contest : Spring Flowers (Abecedarian)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton


Copyright © Deepak A. | Year Posted 2016


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Wake Asia Wake - Part One - 10

Your bombs and canons come late  far too late now to put together your sundered arms
         no use crying robber in Kashmir when the poor hunger for a bowl of dusty gruel
         nor stretch your mighty legs over the Palk Straits to proclaim your integral faith
                                                                       Wake! India! Wake!
 
There are no borders to the staunchly raised in unbending respect and unrelenting loyalty
         there is no need for police-ed borders for those who are tied to you by blood
         there’re only stretches of unfathomable water so much un-scaleable mountainous frights
                                                                        Wake! Asia! Wake!
 
 
And draw your sons and daughters about you   they who inherit your fate
         tell them not when they may act or how   just let them gather around you
         with time  if you wake up in time   they’ll hoist you to Himalayan heights
                              Wake! Now! Asia! Wake! Before It’s Too Late!
 
 

© T.Wignesan 1996/2001  
(Written between April 7th and 20th, 1996; revised February 2001 and published in The Asianists’ Asia, Vol. II, March 2001, and in T. Wignesan. Rama and Ravana at the Altar of Hanuman. Chennai : Institute of Asian Studies, 2006.
[from the “original version” in the collection: longhand notes (a binding of poems), 1999]
 


Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012


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Chosen Mountain

Chosen Mountain

I hear the stillness onto many whispers of the lowlands call
At times like this, I felt so very energetic and tempted to answer
Silently they're offering me to be known as a free dwelling woman
Without any recluse to my knowledge abide and having to conquer.

Viewing the massive mountains in front of me, makes me want to climb
It's beckoning to me to make a movement to approach and ascend
So graciously I took a more climatic approach of a lesser path
Then all at once when I skillfully crossed round a slippery bend.

To my utmost astonishment came to a conclusion, I cannot choose both
So then I chose to take the path less traveled and be so very wise
Temporarily this will determine to conclude to my own destiny of fate
Need I say, I had chosen the Himalayan Mountains.

I knew that with my well-skilled grace of arts they'd be less stress and strain
For I've been known to keep a firm stronghold only by climbing
So that in the end I will rise above all the craven of the plane
For in my life, I've always enjoyed hiking and mountain climbing
That I do have the carnal knowledge to choose the right mountain
And initially I shall forever stay straight forth and keep on ascending.

07/10/2015


Copyright © Elizabeth Larter | Year Posted 2016