donned in Cedar wood
Elevated tree
Of worshipped taboo
Divine oil to blend
Awakens Sita
Restoring ardor
3/20/2021
Categories:
deodar, allusion,
Form: Verse
Smiling Girl, Mehvish
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Do you remember, o smiling girl Mehvish, the excursion day?
We climbed higher and higher--into the hills;
Collecting the wild walnuts
And taking selfies standing on the old deodar logs,
Which bridged the dry brooks.
Merry crows cawed at us
And the cowardly monkeys
were springing in anger, and screaming!
The funny girl, your class fellow, with her fingers blew many a whistle
And the young shepherdess replied from across the vale
her lovely calls--
Standing among buffaloes, outside her summerhouse in the sloping woodland.
You were leaping like a goat,
Eager to conquer the top;
While I fatigued-- begged you to stop.
Categories:
deodar, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
That Early-Autumn's Night
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That early-autumn's night...
While your wrestler-like brothers played cards inside ,
Laughing aloud, till late night ;
I was shivering in cold-- Standing-hiding under the old deodar
In your fortress-like house's forest-like grassy yard.
Your landlord-like great-grandpa in the painting
Twirled his moustaches
Took me as a thief ;
While i raised my hands towards the starry sky
Seeing the sitting-by old-lion-like dog.
Man becomes mad --
In such strange fits in true love ;
FEAR bows down --
Fearing the fiery eyes !
Categories:
deodar, romance,
Form: Free verse
That Early-Autumn's Night
.......................................
That early-autumn's night...
While your wrestler-like brothers played cards inside ,
Laughing aloud, till late night ;
I was shivering in cold-- Standing-hiding under the old deodar
In your fortress-like house's forest-like grassy yard.
Your landlord-like great-grandpa in the painting
Twirled his moustaches
Took me as a thief ;
While i raised my hands towards the starry sky
Seeing the sitting-by old-lion-like dog.
Man becomes mad --
In such strange fits in true love ;
FEAR bows down --
Fearing the fiery eyes !
Categories:
deodar, nostalgia, passion, romantic,
Form: Free verse
St. Patrick’s Day
Just touching the boundary of my land
A pair of bold bright deodar trees stand.
Precious treasure
My bliss, my pleasure.
Closely attached with branches hand in hand.
Shedding leaves since end of February.
Both show skeleton in haste and hurry
In first week of March,
Sure! No need to search.
‘Next, gorgeous green to come’: Compulsory.
Wonderful! Every year, seventeenth March.
Tiny tender leaf buds peep in each perch.
Time to greet in gay
On St. Patrik’s Day.
Pair of trees in verdant veil on green arch.
03/14/17
Re-edited on 03/04/21
St.Patrick's Day Contest by L., Milton Hankins
Categories:
deodar, appreciation, nature, spring,
Form: Limerick
Alluring elegance of Simla, the queen of hills,
Morning pleasant breeze, at night gives chills !
Snow clad mountains, silvery charming shine,
Tall Deodar trees , dense forest , also few Pine,
Aromatic flowers garnish nature's platter, vividly grow,
Rivers run smooth , at times exhibit a turbulent flow !
Soulful scenic marvel, must artistry come alive,
No artist or poet here can ever fail to thrive,
Green valley on one side, hilly serpentine road,
As summer sun peaks, it is my heavenly abode !
Written on 13/6/14
Contest- Hills are alive with poetry
Sponsor- Scott thirty seven
* Simla is the capital of state Himachal Pradesh ( Devbhumi Himachal meaning thereby Land of Gods ) in India.
Ranked 5th
Now for Andrea's contest- let's get technical
Awarded HM
Categories:
deodar, beauty,
Form: Couplet
before going to bed it is to be checked thoroughly
if there lays any carbon-paper under the bed-cover
now-a-days some upstart pelicans become so
disobedient it can not be assured if they come
to know the whereabouts of the blood easily
from the copy of the heart
then they distribute the delirium of the high-heel moon
by writing cash-memos at the gate of the locked-out plant
the hundreds of thousands of white clouds
also drink the whirl-water of love
they touch to feel the freshness of the habitat
they touch to feel the can full of smiles
after the explosion they touch to feel
the bier of the deodar-birds
covered with tamarisk plants
Categories:
deodar, fantasy
Form: Prose Poetry