Best Milne Poems
Ghum-e-aarzoo dil se, kabhi to rukhsat hogi
Kabhi to sahar hoga, shab-e-intezaar guzaregi |
Palkon me jiske, simat ti ho ghataein
Saawan pe bhi uska hi, ikhtiyaar hoga |
Kab tak rahe viraan, dil-e-anjuman aakhir
Kabhi to bahar chupke se, is or bhi badhegi ||
Guzarte waqt ke saye, kuch bechainiyan hongi
Betaab dhadkano ko, mera intezaar hoga |
Kab tak khafaa rahegi, wo shokh nazar aakhir
Kabhi to dast-e-dil se, shabaa pyar ki uthegi ||
Is umeed par chale, har sham meri sansein
Kal ke ujale shaayad, milne ki ghadi hogi |
Andhere me ghira main, sochta hoon ye har waqt
Hogi raat ye badi, ya meri umra badi hogi ||
Mujhe rehne do sapno me
Ki jeevan jeene se darr lagta he
Mujhe rehne do sannaton me
Ayurbal ke shor se darr lagta he
Bahut saare padav abhi baaki he
Par path chalne se darr lagta he
Abhi Kayi log milne baaki he
Par pehle walo se darr lagta he
Ve paraye aaj apno se lagte he
Lekin apno ki yaari se darr lagta he
Naye logo ko aaj na jaane Kyu
Dost kehne me darr lagta he
Jeevan ki ekantata tod , Bheed
ka hissa banne se darr lagta he
Bina kisi ka haath Thame Ab to
age badne se bhi darr lagta he
Kuch log mere liye bhi Jeete he
Unka soch marne se darr lagta he
marne ki kabhi sochta hu to
Maa papa ke ansu se darr lagta he
(Parth)
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de,
Khwahise mohabbat to tere dil me b h,
Dar h k tu ise kahi badal na de.
Majboor h mera dil apni aadto se,
Tujhe dekh har baar fishalta h,
Tu dur rah meri nazro se,
zra iss dil ko to sambhalne de.
Ishqe izaazat dil ko hamne naa di,
ye to teri adaaon ka maara h,
Tere pyar me mere bahke kadam,
Aur mera dil bechara h,
Sambhal leta iss dil ko,
phr socha thora tere pyar me ise jalne de.
Nazro ne dekha aur ho gai mujhse pyar ki khata,
Zra in nazro ko inke khata ki sza to Milne de.
Dil ka kya kasoor tha jb tumse nazre mili,
Dil toota kai baar, jb szaae mohabbat mili,
Rok leta dil ko apne,
phr socha zraa mohabbat me iss dil ko pighalne de.
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de.
The first time the Japanese were stopped in World War 2...
was 7th of September 1942...(Before Gaudacanal fight was finished)...they retreated then
back to Rabaul after heavy fighting with the Aussies in the muddy swamp at Milne Bay, New
Guinea...
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Milne Bay Battle 1942...
In the mud of east New Guinea by the shores of Milne Bay..
The Yanks had laid an airstrip made of mesh or so they say...
It was 1942 the Japanese would land...
Never beaten till this point, unbeatable so grand...
2 Squadrons of Yank Kittyhawk's all covered in the mud...
Flown by game Australians who spilled the Nippon blood...
Six 50 cal machine guns on the Kitty they did sit...
Bullets wobbled down the barrels, sank the barges just a bit...
Fighter Ace our Truscott he'd often lead the charge..Bluey...
He'd barely left the airstrip, wheels up, strafe a barge...
Barges full of soldiers packed in like sardines....
And on this beach the slaughter of the Japanese Marines...
The rain came down in torrents never dry, how would you be....
Aussie soldier were in battle in mud up to their knees...
So driven from this swamp were the awful Japanese...
By the 7th of September, what weren't dead were glad to flee...
Don Johnson
“This is where we are,” I said, as I aimlessly threw pebbles to my left...
and my hand ripped grass, the destruction of Spring and the creation of happiness as we
gathered ourselves in the midst of nothing-to-do, my nails recovered dirt as my palms
discovered life and he
took.my.hand.
carelessly, without thought, as if it was the only thing to do...
I checked my knees for bruises and found the fading black and blue of Pennsylvania, the
pattern resembled the horizon we gazed at beyond the cliffs where my feet felt slightly
unsure and my fear of heights dared me to step one inch closer to the edge, I had watched
him and found his fearlessness to be divine as he went two inches and ignored the rocks I
had payed close attention to race to the bottom of nowhere as if to find the somewhere
that existed...
beneath us...
I gazed up into sunshine and followed the trail of Saturday clouds, dreams scattering
themselves, their shapes secrets that hid in the middle pages of picture books, and I
imagined us as my tongue spoke the wisdom of A.A. Milne and thought about the
intuitiveness of childhood, I smiled, and inched closer to his side...
“Here we are,” he sighed, slipping his hand underneath the back pocket of my favorite
tattered blue jeans, and as his fingers fumbled with the frays in my fabric, he kissed me,
once, on the lips, a Saturday quiet where only we existed in the time it took breath to
meld and touch, and settle weeks beneath skin in the slight chill of April, and I nodded
as the sky watched us and thought..
we'd make a beautiful picture book, we'd settle in the middle of a page whispering secrets
that could create the smile that spoke of youth.
"She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow
head, and whispered to her neighbor, Winter is dead. "
Quote _A.A. Milne
Waiting for the Aspens to put on their emerald gowns,
oh, I have been busy preparing my garden space;
so ready to say farewell to all the faded browns,
ready to plant seeds and to Spring totally embrace !
My sweet window boxes are full of earth just waiting,
hanging baskets are dangling in anticipation;
waiting to create my Spring garden is frustrating,
but, soon I will be the envy- for with my creation !
I will have herbs and Sunflowers and Nasturtium in one box,
and boxes with nectar wildflowers for butters' and bees;
I will have purple, yellow and pink blooms and Phlox
and baskets will be cascading jewels in the breeze !
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April 26, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Getting Ready For Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1451-105-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Spring Rhyme 8-12 Lines
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 05/14/2022
First Place
My song is the joy of life
It’s knocks and blows its
Hopes of joy its endless love,
its constant strife.
His song is the cause of woe
The meanest word, the theft of choice.
The downward fall, a silent scream
A harsh cold voice. No quid pro quo.
My song is the hope of more
The bright idea. The sunshine dawn
A joyful dance a marching on,
A skipping child. A though so pure
Our song could be a joining mind
A chance off hope a link of thought
No more opposed, a shared desire
A ray of hope a new mankind
Charlie Milne 2010
Alan Alexander Milne wrote books
about his son, Christopher Robin, and his toys.
There was a tiger, a piglet,
a kangaroo and her joey, a donkey,
and a bear, Winnie the Pooh.
Christopher Robin named his bear
after a black bear at London zoo.
The original Winnie was bought
from a hunter in Canada;
she became a regiment’s mascot
in World War One, and was donated
to the zoo after the war.
Later drawn with a short red sweater,
revealing his rotund tummy,
Winnie the Pooh became a household name.
Jack Horne for PD's Dare contest
Motorbike
I bought a little motorbike, on monkey spit it ran.
But the monkey I got with it, took a week to fill a can.
So out I went and got a chimpanzee, thinking a bigger ape more fitting.
But it beat my little monkey up and wouldn’t do more spitting.
How could I make my little bike go? I shot the monkeys as I thought.
An answer in an instant! So guess what I have bought
A camel with its bad habits could easy be my fuel.
Now the motorbikes engine's all rebuilt, to run on desert creatures drool.
So pleased I was I named the camel Stanley, he was sure to be a hit.
But Stan turned out to be a flop, the hump back wouldn’t spit.
So I’ve given up on motorbikes, I got myself a car.
It used to run on petrol, but now does 40mpg, on earwax, coal and tar.
Charlie Milne
If there ever comes a day when we can't be together,
keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever. - A.A. Milne
On the outskirts of dad’s hometown, wild blueberries grow
and bishop’s lace adorns highways like fine thread
stitched on an old coat. Here, I wander barefoot through
grief on paths shaded by pine trees. Memories flow from heart
to pen.
these berry-sweetened memories
trod a path through my moonless skies –
summer breaks in morning light
Written 6/1/20 for Line Gauthier’s
Rhyme and Reasons Contest
Half price sale, half price sale’
Half price sale today.
Into the town centre on a bus
Rode those to be plundered.
Forward the crowd as it swayed
“Charge on your card! The cry
Into the town centre to shop
Rode those to be plundered
Shoppers to the right of them
Shoppers to the left of them
Shoppers all in front of them
Brolly and handbag drawn, at bargains
They wondered.
Storming the shelves they yelled
On to the tills they fell
Into the jaws of debt
Into the hardest sell
Charged those that were plundered
Where are the deals they made?
Oh how they did some trade
All the town wondered
Would bill’s ever be paid
In the homes of those
That were plundered.
Charlie Milne 2008
Thank you and sorry, Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892),
A great poet from a time of the greatest poets.
Henry Normal is very informal
When he reads his poetry
Robbie Caltrane looks almost insane
When he apears on the TV
Bruce Forsythe has a very nice wife;
Well he's had quite a few you know
And Roger McGough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show
A.A Milne may have owned a kilne
In which he mad pottery Poohs
Billy Bragg was once called a slag
By someone in blue suede shoes
Ben Elton ate a hot cross bun
And he isn't religious you know
And Roger Mcgough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show.
Alan Bennett could run for the sennett
and write all the speaches much beter
Jonathan price doesn't need my advice
So I won't even write me a letter
Stephen Fry is so nice I could cry
And Hugh Laurie has a readybreak glow
And Roger McGough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show
Always there the two back beast
On the joys of love it feasts
Two are one then two once more
Forms that merge upon the floor
Shapes that show when lights deflected
Sounds that peel from souls affected
Intense with passion the air’s electric
Movements slow and then more hectic
Soon the beast has had its fill
Where it danced all now is still
The beast will rise no need to call
We are its mind; it’s in us all
Charlie Milne
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.”
—A. A. Milne
Y our old-fashioned lemony pie
E specially with meringue
L uxurious curd of citrusy yellow
L ight hue that exudes energy
O stentatious and tempting dessert
W insome jaunty, yellowy, crusty delight
Sunlit meadows. A marriage.
A sunlit meadow, pastures green, lovers join, a state serene
They are each other, the two are one
Their life together has just begun
Of times to come, their futures filled
On hopes and dreams on which to build.
The forms, just outlines, now are blurred
Their spirits soar free as a bird
Theirs is hope and love of life
Joined together against all strife
When two are one and strength they show
Their souls complete, true love will grow
A link once formed that cant be broken
So strongly felt need not be spoken
A sunlit meadow, pastures green, lovers join, a state serene
Charlie Milne 2007