Best Pinnate Poems
Beneath the shade of pinnate leaves
I catch a glimpse, a swirling haze...
an agile penché – a dash
of graceful pirouettes.
Then like a flash, with a glissade
the whirling wind exits the stage.
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Syllable count: 8-8-6-6-8-8
Prompt word: "Flash"
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©26th May, 2020
My sweet girl,
you are my butterfly
that flutters with grace,
under the golden sunshine;
as zephyr breath blows
you from one petal to the next,
slowly through pinnate leaves.
You are my sunshine that blooms my life.
Love you my special girl
3/30/2022
Emerald green that shines on
gleaming green jewel bug
Algae green of the serene pond
And there swim the shoveler ducks
Harlequin green from areca leaves pinnate
Softly grins when sunrays gently penetrate
And the dark green on betel leaves
Oh ho, the deep red on tongue it leaves
Light green of the Mandevilla
That climbs high to shine bright
Mixed hues of the leaves of taro root
And turquoise green on the crystal clear Lake
O! The iridescent green hues
of peafowls whose vibrant colors ooze
off his pretty long feathers,
Do I need to apprise further?
Green paddy field glares
And sways like a girl's hair
Teal green from singing river
Accumulates minerals and delivers
Did I mention the grass green?
Hey! Isn't our earth's screen?
Raising that lustrous curtain,
unfolds vivid scene by scene
Our earth breaths through these shades of green
Without these green, there is no pleasant scenes
I crave a piece of land,
Oh! Parasakthi!
I crave a piece of land...
Amidst the piece of land,
build me a palace grand
with sundecks and picturesque pillars;
everything in pristine colors.
And near the well,
the long pinnate leaves
and the tender coconut dwell.
Around ten to twelve coconut trees should be near;
the moonlight should glow like the pearl luster;
songs of the Asian koels, I should hear,
and when my soul relishes, should embrace, breeze cluster.
To blend the songs,
I need my virtuous wife beside,
and our rejoicement jolly along,
the poetic verses pride.
In the midst of this land,
Oh my dear divine mother,be a guard.
With my poetic adroitness,
I should take care of this world.
* Parasakthi- Almighty / Goddess
This is the translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar's tamil poem,' kaani nilam' - 'A piece of land'
I am an ardent fan of Bharathiyar. He died so young(39) .He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, French and English and frequently translated works from other languages into Tamil. It is immensely tough to translate someone like him. I hope I did atleast a little bit of justice
Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–12 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.
Natural health drink stored in
drupe clusters hanging down
Atop tall trees pinnate leaves
Thoughts of the past beneath trees shade deep sighs
as leaves rain above relax ambience.
A mountain gravel path laced in pigments
freckle crimson, copper, and honey gold
striking crisp blithe as soft waves of fluttering
pinnate leaves still battle for existence
on living limbs, an autumn tarpaulin.
The rise of dust beneath the evergreen,
the rushing timbre cool river against
gravel and rocks banks deep flowing downhill.
A moment adorned in an heirloom time
a bouquet of many autumns that chime;
joy of many early dawns.
Mother deer with newborn fawns
arousing out epic world in springtime.
10/15/2021
Third stanza a serious Limerick
Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
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Hand in hand walking streams
Evening air and realized dreams
Beating heart and touching lips
Silhouettes, as the sun it slips
Scented steps of sandaled toes
Like the steam the aura flows
In the ambience of twilights fall
The dulcet tones of Cupids call
And to her heart I must reveal
Truest thoughts of how I feel
Of the binding I wish to share
Of how I long and want to care
Evening air and realized dreams
Words to flow in pinnate reams
Fragments of first spring sun illuminate
A blithe wave of fluttering pinnate leaves.
Passerine dulcet birds cradled they wait
Ethereal rain under narrow eaves.
Honeysuckle comes alive drawing straight.
Daisies bright, butterflies by the wheat sheaves.
Around garden's heart breathing once anew
A spider's web in tears form morning dew.
2/2082021
Spring Poetry Contest
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The love is pure
The love is blind
It is the feeling
Which you cannot hide.
The one you love is your moon
And you there for them from morning to noon
You want your love
But dnt know how to disclose.
You miss them every minute
And wanna listen their every pinnate
Your live is true
But dnt wanna proove.
Your love is your best
And you wanna feel the heat
Your heart is not with you
Because you want your love to be near you.
Your love is pure
But you don't wanna conquer
You want to get sank
But want a love which is Frank.
-Disha chaturvedi.
Butterflies flutter, sweet nectar seeks,
beneath the sun's outstretched golden streaks.
Among the laden ambrosia,
a zephyr breath blows, sweet aroma.
Butterflies flutter within its shadow,
graceful movement in wet meadow.
Beauty and grace sweet nectar seeks,
scaling among laden ambrosias peaks.
Butterflies flutter where the zephyrs weaves,
silently flit slowly through pinnate leaves.
12/23/2021
Not for the contest because it rhymes
An old neem tree
sentinel stands
in my frontyard
fresh healing air
green sunlit shade
bitter year-round
Pinnate gloss leaves
inflorescences
hundreds of flowers
fragrant crisp white
appear at once
sure it is April
MARIGOLD
Under the glowing summer sky I behold
joy blooms on parched beds of marigold,
patina of golden glee,
suns of dawn I see
on meadow
rearing
as bulbs grow
among pinnate leaves.
Wild herbal scent food conceives,
worship flower proffers devotion,
garlands seal wedlock with floral emotion.
June 29, 2019
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Writing Challenge 2, June 2019-Summer Flower
Sponsor : Dear Heart
"Don't deprive yourself of soaking the simplest things in life of what is around you, you will miss the beauty of what God did create that makes this universe."
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A butterfly flits, sweet nectar seeks,
beneath the sun's outstretched golden rays.
Among the rich laden ambrosia,
a zephyr breath blows, sweet aroma.
A butterfly flits in its shadow,
lithe movement in wet meadow garden.
Beauty and waltz grace sweet nectar seeks,
among laden ambrosia peaks.
A butterfly flits where zephyr braid,
mutely flit slowly through pinnate leaves.
12/23/2021
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In pinnate physicals, the thing,
moves like a stark terror
savagely. A primal fear
takes over, because dead don’t
speak. The bullet had passed
through chest. Mutiny of dumb
dandelions, lipless voices in the
sea of madness. Search for a missing
truth begins. The mass grave
contains the dried bones of renegades.
You remember the promise ? Who said
we will end the war ?
Listen, he bows his head, before
the trespassing starts to kidnap the
bed. Jealousy kills the snakes.
SATISH VERMA
Two leaves fell from a different tree
And the loss of the world was all the same
There is beauty in all diversity
Difference of temperature changes not the flame
The sun that comes down a barren sky
Prowl and prospect among all leaves alike, he
Don Juan, on green leaves lovers of lie
Bringers of semens of light, we yield in glee.
We have not fallen yet, my dear, unless
Our love shall wither up our root
Race is nothing but the skin of superficialness
Let us meausre all merit by truth
I transform light to sugar as much as you
And pull deep waters up to give again
More than oxygen, more than bosom for the dew
We are the maker and licker of rain.
Palmate or pinnate it does not matter now
You are sharon like the rose, and I
Thorn or petal am still apart of the bough
One storm, one season brittle and dry
And we shall lie together like mulch where
Yesterday our tongues were tied in
Words, moaning on the happy, happy air
Chlorophyl sweet desire stirring the skin.