Best Novel Poems
Yoga in Poem - A novel attempt 01/ Many
YOGA is a priceless gift given by great ancient Indian
saints for every human being through Vedas. I am
trying to bring one step each week before all my
known and unknown friends of Poetry Soup and for
other viewers for a glimpse of this treasure of India,
which in fact is a gift of Good Health
for the entire humanity.
Ravindra
Meditation Step 01
Meditation remains
The essence of healthy living
And the most precious
Gift given to humans
By the Almighty God.
We think and think
And puzzle our mind
With ideas and emotions
With worries and
Irrelevant thoughts.
This goes on in our minds
Ever since we find that
We have grown-up
To know and understand
And to behave with
The world.
But unfortunately
From that very time
We unknowingly start
Worrying also and
Sometimes
Not only during daytime
But even
When we are in sleep.
This never ending
Row of worries and worries only
Sometimes for reasons
And often without a season
Have become a habit
To lament
On what we have and
More on,
What we do not have.
This constant
Lamentation and pondering
Brings and form shape
A Free Gift for all of us
In the form of slow poisoning
Which we inhale and drink
Every day and every moment
When we breathe and talk
When we love or walk
When we behave and misbehave
When we are in a haste and
Even when
We lie on a cot
Or when we fight
Without a cause.
This constant thinking and
Worrying
Slowly destroy everything
Good and great in our heart
Given by the Almighty God.
But meditation and Yoga
Can restore
What we often unknowingly
Just throw away
By our day and night worrying
Which continues
When we go to sleep or
Are busy in accomplishing our tasks.
Meditation and Yoga
Can restore
What we often unknowingly
Have lost
By our worries
While sleeping and even while
Accomplishing our tasks
With a gift of better and healthy life.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4rd /6th July 2013 To be continued ……
NOTE:
The series which I am starting today
is also a gift for all American
friends on their Great of Independence 4th July.
My Greetings for all of you.
With best wishes…Ravindra
Benefits of Meditation
can be seen and noted on the following webpage.
http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/2008/05/100-benefits-of-meditation/
tap of nails, slide wood, pull drapes
stains loiter in round mug shapes
water sipped, books stack, words leap
hush wizened pages, neighbors sleep
journals, confessionals, down or up
old cartridge spills, pens horde in cup
shackled hands, lungs breathe, heart drums
an empty tissue box, lamp hums
Try, stay busy, must forget
One more read, she might regret
mordacious night, she wakes from sleep
her bursting thoughts alone must keep
pack nightstand, smooth trifle snags
slip his book in its carry-on bag
His words elicit songs in ear
from his masterpiece, held dear
open drawer, last book in pile
bottom of the heap, exiled
giving in, she dares to rest
his hard cover on her chest
remove jacket, ne’er oppress
dust off passion and caress
thumb his chapters, breathe him in
recite his name and notes again
too much cologne, too much sweat
open pages, fan her breast
She knows he does not write for her
emotions shatter, dreams endure
she scribbles margins in duress
between his lines, her discontent
the nightstand drawer hides her distress
she’s indexed under “o”, obsessed
Written 4/4/17 for Eight Word Challenge Contest
To the people looking at this book
I say go ahead, Open it, Take a look
It may be the very thing you sought
I believe you'll be captivated, Yea you'll be caught
The characters, The story, The plot
My style is one of a kind
For it comes from deep in my mind
Another like it you will not find
Winds you up, Sometimes unwind
A story of a boy to a man
Fighting a crazy life as best he can
Survival, Revenge that is the plan
A tail of fictitious facts of nonfiction
Can't put it down it's like an addiction
That would be the best depiction
To leave it behind, Your affliction
When your done, And the book is through
And your mind screams where is number two
I say thank you to the readers, Especially you
It's coming
With ten thousand places to go
And it won't cost me a dime,
Just to walk a block or so ...
Takes a few minutes of my time
And it won't cost me a dime
To borrow one library book,
Takes a few minutes of my time
To browse around and look ...
To borrow one library book
Is to open up a great door,
To browse around and look ...
At a place never known before
Is to open up a great door
A thing that I dare to do ...
At a place never known before
Then, o, to walk on through
A thing that I dare to do ...
And need to, o, so badly,
Then, o, to walk on through
And disappear ever madly
And need to, o, so badly
Just to walk a block or so ...
And disappear ever madly
With ten thousand places to go.
A treasure trove
delicately opened
Anticipation's tingling...
Waves of pleasure
pour over breathless fingers
Enchanted readers
pore over fields of precious letters
We live in a romance novel, one with misery and dread
Where thoughts come to perform in our twisted heads
View and suspicion, leaving us dead
A vacant shell of what life we once led
Lost in the shadows, once alone and so cold
Looking for love, weeping for someone to hold
Like roses wandering down to the snow
Lying like blood on the cobble stones
Beneath the darkness of the light moon
I lay and hear a howling tune
Carried to my ear by the sorrowing wind
Listening to it I find I am again
I hear a voice so soft and so sweet
It carries to me a vision of mi petit
My love, my one and only
Kissing you through my dreams, we’ll no longer be lonely
I sleep my life away in the day
So that at night you can come to play
And I will be within your arms
If you will have me as your girl
No longer do I find this story sick
And my life I feel is no more a wreck
With you besides me in my heart
And promising that we’ll never be apart
I say today to whisper here
We live in a romance novel
This time without the tears
Of you and me falling free
I am yours, and you are all I need
Form:
We are all there in memoirs that live on
An unending story that's long bygone
We’re the result of someone's love story
The produce of shared love amatory.
Those whom once made wishes upon a star
Wishes that made us become who we are
In the Garden of Eden long ago
Where temptation lit up romances glow.
Our happiness, sorrow and heartbreak too
Maybe a dream that did or didn't come true
We are all characters in history
The wonderful book of life's mystery.
As time goes ticking by, the pages grow
Each one of us helps the magic to flow
Whilst making footprints along life's highway
A journey leading to Heaven's stairway.
However long your love story may last
The memory will remain of what’s past
Love flows through future generations too
Those who will be a little bit of you.
Love is ageless, love is what gets us through
All trials and trauma we ever knew
Continue to write of each stage of life
The unfinished novel on which we write.
The 'Great American Novel'
What every English major wants to write
The Great American Poem'
~ Nowhere on their radar's sight
Sukhasana – The Easy Pose Step 02
Posture -
Step of the Week
The easy posture to start with. Just sit on any flat comfortable ground (it should not be spongy ground or beds). Fold your legs at the knees that one foot rests inside your knee fold of your opposite leg and the other foot is on the ground beneath the knee ford of the opposite leg. This is the easiest pose to start practicing Yoga till you learn and practice to sit in the next right pose for Yogic breathing we would learn as Padmasana.
Sukhasana – The Easy Pose
In Praise of Sukhasana
When one sits
In this easy pose
To start practicing Yoga
The mild reconditioning
Of your nervous system
Starts to take you
In the realms of
Those shining stars
Which exists in
Tranquility and peace.
Gaining peace of mind
Remains the ultimate goal
Of every human being and
It began to show its
Beauty on your mind
And your heart
As soon as you start Yoga
To get filled with
The inner joy of peace
To feel the light of your God.
This simple posture would
Slowly eliminate
Your exhaustion and fatigue
Giving you
A highly needed relaxation and relief.
Even if you have strained yourself
By hard labor or games
You will feel
A soothing touch
In your mind and body
Which start creating its affects
As soon as you practice Yoga.
Your daily practice would slowly take you
In the realms of peace
And gradually Yoga would start
It’s functioning of rejuvenating
Your vital organs
For a better performance
Which are the key?
To happiness and
Your fitness and love for all.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08 07 2013 ......... NEXT STEP NEXT WEEK
NOTE: This pose can be practiced any number of time in a day even after meals.
To see the pose of Sukhasana a URL is given below:
http://www.google.co.in/search?q=Photo%20of%20Sukhasana&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&source=hp&channel=np
I
Roles
beyond her age:
worker, carer, teacher,
parent, sister, lover, cleaner.
Alone.
II
A girl
made a woman
by a lover thought true,
a passion she believed worthy
of her.
III
Scarred
by cruel men
beyond her own control.
Emotional wounds left open,
heart wide.
IV
Mother,
black in mourning,
sought a burial, small,
in desperation. Cold, bleak, stone.
Grieving.
V
Stoic.
Astute. Selfless.
Forgiving. Gentle. Bold.
Important. Remembered. Loved -
she, Tess.
Swirling vistas of such sweetness found floating through the auspian air ~
Pen to pad calibre idioms beyond the verbs measuring these tidewater inkwells aside
Beauties, evergreen genetives in red, white and pinks, pronounced; Camelots dreams....
Testimonials of daybreak amid the pacific keynotes?!
Her ambient adverb treasures, gently washing upon the shore inside, my thirsting soul ~
These syntax reasonings postulating now their exotic gatherings; stencils
Moonstruck truths at contemporaries point break; subverting the translucent waves
Amplified currents in forms approaching this high tides, ecliptic heart....
Shadows once shimmering their syllables of review; now, a nouns verse!?
Swirling my spirit deep inside this melding aqua paragraphs, seaside melodies; rhymes
In literatures pacific daybreak keynotes ~
Postulating Moonstruck testimonials; syntax reasons floating through the air of this, loves
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...."Comtemporary Romance Novel?!"
Form:
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Meanwhile, her beauty, charm, and sexual magnetism do not go unnoticed by her colleague, a handsome older man who pays her all the attention, care, and compliments that her hungry heart is yearning for. Will she be able to remain faithful to her husband or will she give in to the aggressive pursuit of this man to win her heart? Will her husband wake up in time to woo her back to his arms, or will his neglect be the final push into the arms of another?
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Now transition, a transit repositionment, a white car super-imposed with consumerist propaganda. Long rectangular prism solid moving, propelled by inflatable tubes circular, and the foul engine. A refridgerator that keeps the hole in the ozen fresh and crispy.
So I'm in this thing... and the seats are filled with characters; your second generation immigrants thankful to afford a spot in the faux refugee parade, an accolade, to the American dream, staged.
And once again the prism, because last night was just too much of a blur to remember- like an unwanted poem:
Repetition,
last day was same,
and how to remember,
Monday from Thursday,
and months
only by the weather
and the multitoned coughs,
of interchanging drivers,
if poetry is false,
then all the world's a liar
a twist and shake with truth,
and the multicolored boots
of attractive women who do 'the eyeroll'-
Wolf don't love, don't care,
they wouldn't survive in the woods out there.
Pa hankered cheeses of every kind.
Alas, it placed him in a painful bind!
"For fast relief", said his wife,
"Plumber's snakes should ease yer strife!"
"No thanks! I'll use Ex-Lax for my behind!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
The best novel I have ever read is her
navel
Form: