Best Relation Poems
I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
Her poems are well read
Mine are masterpieces (only in my head)
So you see I can't do what she can.
I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
Her sense of humor is godsent
Mine would be too if it wasn't absent
So you see I can't do what she can.
I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
Her sense of humour is very fine
I wrack my brains can't find mine
So you see I can't do what she can
I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
You say we are poles apart?
But we looked so similar at the start
Shortened my name to Nan so I can, like Jan.
26th APRIL 2015
Cuddling close, near bedside table
a blanket wrapped, cold rainy night.
Mind thrums journey, a book on navel,
playground of words, feelings delight.
As vermicules squirm, sculpted souls spark
lighting white pages, of zillion black letters.
Trailing love, smile, thrill,... adventures dark,
touch of sadness... hostile heartless haters.
Opens Alibaba's cave of jewels and gold
wafting thoughts sail on magic carpet.
World of strangers, imagination unfold
Just can't stop,... reading has started.
Wilderness of books, a grandiose treasure,
a corpus of knowledge, exciting...arcane.
Shelved floor to ceiling, a visual pleasure
drunken in syllables, an addiction insane.
Soft slow caress, of flipping through pages,
book in lap, heavy eyes.. droop to slumber.
Heavenly relation, warms solitude cages,
Bookworms, !!..why we slang?, I often wonder.
12th March 2019
Kai Michael Neumann's Bookworm Contest
Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like,
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot,
Like Them Teachers Also,
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.
Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit
Of It,
Teachers Also Beat Their Student,
For Their Creativity To Lit.
Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape,
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required,
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.
Then The Pots And Students,
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale,
But If They Forget Their Teachers,
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….
Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like,
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot,
Like Them Teachers Also,
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.
Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit
Of It,
Teachers Also Beat Their Student,
For Their Creativity To Lit.
Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape,
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required,
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.
Then The Pots And Students,
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale,
But If They Forget Their Teachers,
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….
O gushes of air!
There’s a bond so *****
Betwixt fire and you
Here is this, that’s there.
Somewhere you’re the breath
To the ruthless flames
Somewhere you’re the wrath
On the glowing lamps.
nostalgia cycle
Of my drought
and rain
Though my landlubber legs quiver at the thought
I wish to set sail on the wild winds of Relation Ship.
This mime's gotta speak, this statue has to stretch.
The Water of Life has yet to reach these dry cracked lips.
This charade has to stop, life beckons at the top
of everything I wrote about... it stands in wait for my flag.
The storms are sure to come, along with boiling sun.
It seems we're always playing that endless game of freeze tag.
Frozen stiff waiting for someones touch to set you free
from a most awkward position... to break the cycle of monotony.
The wild winds of Relation Ship sure do beckon.
They'll come whether or not I step aboard, I reckon.
I wish to lay haggard in sweat and filth
from the days crazy obstacles. To say, "I made it through".
Tossing and turning on redwood planks,
without fear of smirks and ridicule.
To gaze at the vast array of stars
with pure unadulterated delight.
After a hard day of breaking ground with this Relation Ship
I believe I earned the right to say,
"Damn, what a sight!".
I choose to love,
And not hurt anyone,
And what I get right back,
Around and within and about,
Is pleasantness and affection,
When love sometimes sparks.
The quiet reassurance,
That timely relativity,
That cheerful greeting,
The courteous sidestep.
That feeling in someone’s eyes,
The sentiment shown,
Where endearment and liking,
Are not unknown.
Realising that equations are numerical,
And that numbers are real by locations,
Enthuses me to continue and to find,
The equation of friends and connections,
The university that equates with socialism,
The news channel which makes shocking equations,
The taxi-man who is a number to himself,
The supermarket that does its financial sums,
The supervisor who relates warmly and firmly,
And that lover who equates with me.
Life is not a problem,
Because I chose life,
And every day life chooses me,
When it returns much good,
Without being fully understood.
"This is not a Poem,
its a Heartiest Talk..
It touches Heart directly lyk,
Key opens the Lock.."
"Opening the Lock means,
sharing Friendship with Heart..
Feelings must be Pure,
that's ReLation's Best part.."
Some Personalities are Sweet,
just like a Cadbury Perk..
Some are quite Unique,
dedicated to their Hard Work.."
"Among those Unique names,
She is One of them..
Who is, for Her Family,
just lyk a Precious Gem.."
"She cleared ProbLems easily,
in a Sure Success Ride..
As she is Blessed with,
her FamiLy's Knowledge Guide.."
"Have aLL SmiLing Moments,
with My FaithfuL Greetings..
Your Life Be PLeasuring forever,
with God TruthfuL Treatings.."
Beyond the time I bethought thy ambiguity
With you I aspire the longanimity
Beyond the prophecy there crests thy conceivability
With you I cognize the viability.
Beyond thy persuasion I bechanced your propinquity
With you I behold the emotionality
Beyond the state of elated bliss there prehends thy fidelity
With you I summon the reality.
Beyond the beauty I got hold of your integrity
With you I propel morality
Beyond the smile there hazes over thy timidity
With you the shyness broke to chastity.
Beyond the journey I conformed to serenity
With you I got word that there exist eternality
Beyond the nature there fragrances a virtuality
With you I revered ideality.
Beyond a relation there dilates a compilation of esoteric affinity
With you I got hold thy spirituality
Beyond the secrecy there exists enshrouded duality
With You, me makes us evermore infallibility.
When I opened my eyes you were the first
Whose face came into my sight
Still remember comfort of your lap
Where I loved the most to reside
You were the first who taught me to speak
You made me to stand on my feet
You are angel
Sent from brightest stars
Your smile is a healer
Which heals my all scars
Shadow of your lap is cooler than
Winters of Polar
Which shades me in scorching Summer
Your hug is warmer than
Summers of Tropic
Which warms me in winters
More than woolens or a blanket
Whether it is a Sunday or Monday
You walk beside me everyday
Whether I laugh or feel sad
You always hug me tight
Whether times are good or bad
You always love me with all your might
Wherever I go
Your blessings are always there
You are the only
Who loves me the most and care
You are a bottomless and endless
Ocean of love and affection
You are world's best guide
Who always guides me to right direction
Getting you as my Mother make me
To feel the luckiest person on this earth
For me you will always have
The softest corner of my heart
Internal treasures
External value of that
results summation
Relation Refined
In soul’s arcane altar my ego immolation
Flamboyant redesign of our bittersweet relation
Expressing sans intercessor , our quiescent emotion
Editing our ambivalent attitude clearing confusion
Basing trust as the quintessence our new solution
Spray of luscious true love beyond tactile horizon!
10th November 2016
For contest: Ten word challenge -2
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
One word is enough
To explain our relation
That is betrayal
as a girl i shared a relation
with my mom..
shared this relation until
i was seven
it was a best friend relation,
one where i could tell her any and everything
in the world;
she was my adviser
and i was her advisee
she'd sit me on the end of her bed and look me right in my eyes,
searching for nothing, but the truth;
by me being a kid,
the truth was all i knew...
I'd tell her what she wanted
to hear
and warm her heart with glee...
we shared this relation
up until 2oo3 when
she kinda sorta replaced me;;
a seed was produced
and
as a kid i wouldn't know
anything about
the situation
i grew older
and everything
became more and more clear
to my young inquiring mind...
I began to let go of childish ways / things
and make room for my first younger sibling...
and now I stand here as a young lady in the making;;
a teenage girl in a
teenage body
Withh a mindset far from
what you see..
Stimulating her Emperor's savage
Aquisece defers demand of regal constraint
Furtive festivities provide passage
Into fecund gracing gait Autocracy ordained
Retreat from mastering insatiable masses
His thought voiding thaumaturge
Covers strident intellectual with molasses
Cater of paramour calms nerves
Unwound by compassionate exorbitance
Momentarily vulnerable assailant
Commits their heirs eventual inheritance
Renewed seasons abide nascent
Provisional Yazmin is his cleansing ocean
Advances invigorating strategy
Frequent fruitful visits denote her chosen
Monarchical surrender, sanctity
5th December
- Fertility -
(wily winding vines climbing collate grapes)