Best Sportive Poems
yogi comes first
my old companion burr-backed hearth-warmed
his peat-dark spring fur shedding summer’s presence
he lies on the fireplace rug squirrel-dream naps
muzzle silvered as a frost-split hickory post
a soft whine mute devotion
shadowing me keeping a keen watch
honest kind sportive soul
glued to my side even in sickness
another briar-choked ridge
to crest
hunter and chocolate lab
and then gurty
sovereign aloof moon-milk calico-born riddle
velvet paws and stealthy grace
a small Athenian goddess of the numinous
who appears vanishes wistful-eyed
moon fragment star-salt morning breeze
she prowls each rooms edge dust-mice
soft-footed serene indifferent
granting affection, rationing light
withheld offered only the queen knows
a small sheathed killer
making the world right
by choosing not to strike
between them household diplomacy
two philosophies sharing sunbeams
a duet of difference
two cultures thickening smoothing
yogi with his fawning tail-drunk joy
gurty with her vigilance her whisker-quiver
reading each moment for oneness
he presses close
she circles observing rubbing
a synthesis of presence
unconditional
i have seen her groom herself
in the soft ritual of sandy-tongue washing
and him pause trustful patient
her calm steadying him
i have watched them soften
the sandpaper-and-silk
collision
become friends family belonging
where the good life abides
night settles
they lie in parallel lives at my feet
yogi breathing his gentle snore
gurty a moon fragment curled in thought
and i smile loosen breathe
mercy can curl or bound
love a dog’s warm flank-heat
a cats purring sovereign gaze
and the small miracle
of both choosing the same rug
in the same
deepening hour
sweet yo-gurt
Ha Ha Ha - Cartoon- funny
Giggle - Valley Girl- Preppy
LOL - Texting- Hilarious
Snicker- Your worst enemy- Flippant
Snort- Pig- Belly laugh
Chuckle- Manley Man- Sportive
Howl- To much alcohol- Cracked up
Hew Haw- Country Girl- Tickled
Teehee- Sophisticated Women- Amusing
Ho Ho Ho- Santa Clause- Jolly
Horselaugh- Mr. Ed- Smirk
Hoot- Best Buddy- Grin
Died Laughing- Bills are due- Breathlessness
Guffaw- Mother-in-law died- Just kidding
No matter how we laugh or what we laugh at
it's good for the soul.
4/19/2015 Contest sponsored by: Thomas Martin 'Humorous Poetry'
T Reams 1st Place
The fierce, supple tiger
(an untamed, deadly beast)
is not meant as dinner,
for someone's sportive feast.
The giant, harmless whale
(a great, ocean mammal)
won't survive or prevail
against reaving people.
All Earth's feral creatures,
of land, sky, and the sea,
are here as our teachers
and life's diversity.
Redeem man's threatened worth;
and preserve the good Earth!
all gazing there up,
't was time to drop.
the cloud shift'd beautifully.
excit'd by the show,
our boys did ignore
the lazy lark wittingly.
while larks larked festive,
Ben waxed real sportive,
n'saw no trees shaking nearby.
a vulture schemed wise,
afloat their reverse,
the Choco won a goodbye.
After a short run
The road takes a diversion :
A curvilinear path.
Throwing a long lush green shadow,
The woods devoid of sorrows
Invites the heavy down power.
I peep into my heart
Behold a guy of five-six years old
Collecting withered Sheuli flowers
A paper-boat floats on the rivulet of rain water.
I startle to see
The boyhood days is still kept
On the self of my mind
Swings Oleander
In your ears – a pair of beautiful ear-rings.
As I’m walking along this road
All that we enjoyed,
All that we felt.
During our salad days
When we were swimming
In the Whirlpool of love,
All that takes the shape of Cyclonic storm
Approach all of a sudden,
Falls on the land of frustration:
You were one day sitting under the shadows
Of prop roots of past – thy age-old banyan tree.
Within an eye-wink staying
You filled my heart
With horripilation of spring
I am enraptured.
Thousand clouds float across my sky of despair
I see
An Oasis on rugged desert !
I crossed
The woods devoid of sorrows
Kept the sportive land far away back.
Now I’ve kept my sturdy feet
On the moor of unknown herbs.
I am encircled by the realm of Orchids
I imprison the mountain
The woods, the known-unknown flowers
In the camera of my curious eyes!
I forget myself, my soul
Forgets my existence.
In the current of magnificent colors
Me-thinks, you have come
Floats on my heart as Sheuli flower
Flows as if impulse in my nerve
Plays hide and seek in my blood!
After a short run
You take a diversion
Leave me for good
You’ve forgot me.
The Sheuli flowers, the paper-boat
The woods devoid of sorrows-all lost!
Picked-up Sheuli flowers of boyhood days
All that I try to recollect
Now pictures on the walls of your prejudice!
They swing as if they’re worthless calendars!!
You have already crossed
The shadows of prop-roots
Of that ancient banyan tree
I am spell-bound!
I am snared into an illusion of colored Orchid:
I have a pet, a smart little dachshund
Whenever I go out, he follows me always
Watching him wag his tail is fun
Mischievous he is, his antics amaze
Raven black is his shining skin,
With drooping ears hanging down.
My sportive little friend is a joy to own.
With his funny pranks my days drown.
When I take him out, he runs and rolls
Truly a bouncing ball of energy
His waggish tricks brighten my days
Between him and me is a rare synergy
With his bark, he scares all rodents away
As the stray cat comes in, he is brutally at war
With his paws he enjoys prodding the dying rat
When he is around, life is never a bore
From office, even if I come back late
He will be there to greet me, wagging his tail
He climbs over, licking me from foot to crown
In spontaneity of affection, he does not fail
Indeed he is my prized possession
In our house, he is allowed to roam free
His eyes speak a strange language of love
Bringing into our lives so much of glee
March.16.2023
~Placed Second~
Beloved Pet’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor- BJ. Legros Kelley
The beauty of the early dawn,
Make all feel active as sportive fawns;
The dew drops shine in the lawn-
But as the Sun grows its beauty is gone.
The heat of Summer, the chill of Winter-
The rains mekes the river flow faster;
During Autumn the sky is clear;
But the spring's beauty is even nicer.
The freshness of rose,the majesty of mountains-
The shallowness of lakes and the depth of oceans-
And the mute beauty of insane flowery lanes,
Enthall even the greatest men.
The breeze of the quite trees;
Fills us with comfort sweeping our minds free;
The movements of the clouds show us kingly gaits,
Making us realise we are not what makes our fates.
The scene of a snow covered peak,
And the strength of the woods of teak,
The white colour of snow flakes ,
Prettier the world thus it makes.
Oh! Nature's beauty, Nature's power,
To it humans are meek creatures;
Continuously does its blessing's shower;
Let's vow to make it nice , lovely and gayer.
Lofty lush green trees
bearing bright berries
Enthrall energy balls monkeys
that traverse through the air
to reveal ripened fruits matter
to thrushes, which then flutter
and sing songs to share the info
with the sportive flying squirrels.
Deer drinking water in the river
overhears the overwhelming happy news
and confides it to the cows that always chew
Everyone then ecstatically eats berries
unitedly as they abide by ubuntu
and so they live happily and making us live
April 18 2021
For the contest In the forest of my dreams sponsored by Mystic rose
Many eyes on me
Twinkling with harmless, invisible attraction.
Effervescent eyes
Giving off bubbles of desire.
These eyes, some with almond shape,
With a light shade blend under brow for highlight,
Are sportive in how they look at me.
An ogle from oriental eyes,
Having a light bright shadow colour on the inner half,
They elicit randy retorts
That gives me jolts from the language their bodies speak.
I can’t stop staring at these many eyes
Like a million starry nights
Flickering and sparkling like
Gems of uncommon iridescence,
At my front and at my back,
Up and down.
All these eyes, these many prominent eyes
That have flat-pasted colour under their brows,
Their surveillance is tinged with ebullience,
It makes me remarkable things do all times.
I can’t keep my eyes closed because
They make my eyes respond, doing
Several interesting things. Hooded eyes
Give me fluttering squints
With bright colour like frost from
Their eyelids extending to the contour region.
These eyes that are many
Meaning many things, round eyes as well,
With light shade and a deeper tone,
Eying me wondrously-
Many sumptuous eyes on me.
Opened door and window
My dissected chest on the top floor of the building
I philandered with moonlit just once
The Dim light was over there for a while
Vague all around the sleeping town
I laid in paralyzed body and enthralled-
With my drunkard eyeball,
with your departure to rampart for another
Fatigue all speeches of farewell were bleeder
All mounds of happiness were there
Twin thoughts of love were together
Our neighbors were there and there were-
Our night parking seat, greenly straw
Varieties trees, owls, whistle of night guards
Some drunkards passerby, barking dogs
Lonely night singers song; some jazz music sounds
Some quarrelsome housewives quarrel with householders
And some habituated householders quarrel with housewives
quiet pool and sportive fishes
The lamppost, the dim light- red, green, yellow
The street beggar, the homeless family
All were there on the way of your departure
But with your departure to rampart for another
Fatigue all speeches of farewell were bleeder
- December 2012 Chattogram
Independence gave me everything-
Green forest, crystal rivers, silent
Mountain, refreshment nature
Independence gave me enthrallment
Touch of the flying birds, sportive
Cattle, dreamy moonlit night and
The golden rising sun with a realistic day
Independence gave me my mother tongue,
Brave worthy honorable flag and nation,
With nationality it gives political sovereignty,
Religion expansion, social inter-relation and
Economic development
Independence gave everything that it to give
By taking away everything that to take away;
Independence didn't take away the sorrow in
the mind of the independent man and it can't
O misery of life! who is your true buyer?
March 20, 2023
©Mahtab Bangalee/BD
Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
failed to quench the civil mob.
Above the birthday cake façade,the pink and cerise porticos,
the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco -
a tiered sibilance rises were the throng, in a sportive sweat,
begets its feverish desires.
The accused stand center-stage, as hairless as Sphinx
garnished by sheens of fear.
Some contemplate the ornate state of their theatrical ruin.
Some already lash their minds behind unfocused eyes.
That was then; I see all this through a painting,
yet I am here now, and the square still seeps
through a varnish of time.
Suddenly eveing flaps a checkered flag.
The plaza is suddenly a pitch for celebrating revelers.
Real Madrid fans have surged out of the barra.
Soccer balls are dribbled over cobbles.
I imagine my hapless head plunging in and out
of the heedless crowd.. I am their sport,
a candidate for a mocking inquisition.
Meanwhile, the cats stare patiently,
squeezed as they are into strips of sunset,
a pink Iberian tongue of light that streaks the floodlit scene.
This place could be a place for only jubilation, were it not
for the sotto voce hissing of these time-stretched
hissing shadows.
If a beauty speaks in poetic word
Then my language is look like
The west sky rainbow
If a beauty floats in poetic stream
Then my note book is look like
The horizon of Emerald Ocean
If a beauty lives in poetic sight
Then my sovereign ink is look like
The childlike yellow leaves of spring
If a beauty enjoys the poetic sleep
Then my sportive dream is look like
The Sun bath on Copacabana beach
If a beauty hugs the poetic tears
Then my blue veiled pain is look like
The verse of Phenomenal Woman
If a beauty comes to the poetic loneliness
Then my abandoned abode is look like
The full moon night of nuptial journey
If a beauty becomes a sagacious poet
Then I’m there is a collaborating duet
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
February 11, 2023
Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major
Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
that failed to quench the civil mob.
Above the birthday cake façade, the pink and cerise porticoes,
the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco -
a tiered sibilance rises where the throng in a sportive sweat,
begets its feverish desires.
The accused stand center-stage, as hairless as Sphinx
garnished with sheen's of fear.
Some contemplate the ornate state of their theatrical ruin.
Some already lash their minds behind unfocused eyes.
That was then; I see all this through a blood spattered prism,
the square still seeps
through a crimson varnish of time.
Evening now flaps a checkered flag.
The plaza is now a pitch for celebrating revelers.
Real Madrid fans have surged out of the barra.
Soccer balls are dribbled over cobbles.
I imagine my hapless head plunging in and out
of the heedless crowd. I am their sport,
a candidate for a mocking inquisition perhaps?
Meanwhile, the cats stare patiently,
squeezed as they are into strips of sunset,
a pink Iberian tongue of light that streaks the floodlit scene.
This place could be a plaza for jubilation, were it not
for the sotto voce hissing of these time-stretched
unforgiving shadows above us.
My gentle sphere, fitted more, still.... I spared
Spattered words of heart, yet! Not purloin
Bit by bit are words of him, slowly cared
His circumspect steps I look, always in cocoon
Be like a Mickey not to add to your meek
Being sportive and an erect stamen, could you be?
Hand creativity and thinking, would you keen?
Pals and swarms indeed, are there to feed
Classy swell of your cheek, glassy bite is seen
Shy! Hands rub on his chin, even without no need.
I know a hush-hush, your finger up to scratch the head,
A cool gentle sphere you are, that's the world I learn.