If some scents stir romance, reminiscence,
If jasmines evoke forgotten good times,
Lavenders if spread peace, tranquil fragrance,
Enigma, scents of mild lemons and limes,
Some scents treat stress, enliven, create lull,
If some work hard to make you feel alert,
If mints sharpen memories long since dull,
Does mine make you any naughty and pert?
Yea, summer be when hot we muse of rain,
In cold, mind goes to warm conjugal bed,
It’s hard toil to recall bitter-sweet strain
Of that rare omnipotent trail ye spread.
Yet, times are when in a dilemma caught,
My sense of smell endures long spells of drought.
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Sonnets |12.05.2023| scents, romance
Poet’s note: A couple in a conjugal bed discusses scents of nature— the varied types and what they do. And suddenly the wife, curious a creature as they all are, asks about her naturally emanating scent. If truthful answers are not likely to be acceptable, one has to adopt a round-about way, and this sonnet does the same.
Categories:
discusses, humor, romance,
Form: Sonnet
We all have our views on the subject. A military officer
on hearing I was pregnant asked me to consider having
an abortion. I know a young woman, the doctors told
her mom, that with her condition, she needed to be aborted.
She was not and is perfect with a beautiful family.
PREPARED TO MAKE MISTAKES
You saw baby bouncing on your knee
and the gifts the neighbors bring.
Blue and pink were twins,
the sparkle in your eyes
at graduation
and surprise they were there for you
at your end of days.
You smiled
as each smoothed your hair,
kissed you on the cheek.
You’d surely die
then think,
regretting dying before you drink
of their beauty,
as they wait in utero
dreaming of a mom
who’d care for them
as she discusses their fate
with a stethoscope clad
impartial lad,
who has no stake,
who’s prepared
to make mistakes
blue and pink balloons
could pop
on a pin drop,
with no bounce,
no degree,
added to a pile of debris.
5/11/2022
Categories:
discusses, abortion,
Form: Free verse
Life is full of pain
Until he performs something to attain
Each day responds the same
Till the time, is not wakening up to improve the game
Time is flying
Neglecting the fact, remains rented, relying on lying
Aspiring internal peace
Though the truth comes up at fatal fees
Earning enemies each day
As if all are associates enjoying at bay
Unsatisfactory has he become!
Eliminating & Excreting the agonies with rum
The entire day he discusses How is She?
Satirically, sitting solely speculates on Why is he?
More than cleverness
He needs kindness
The obstacle is not society
It arises when he inaugurates him above almighty
Seeking his redemption
While ignoring integrity amidst inappropriate intervention(s)
Hard Work forever pays
Just he shouldn't forget to self-screening his days
From the sun to the moon, she entered his voyage as a boon
From the moon to the sun, he always made her fun
Categories:
discusses, identity,
Form: Rhyme
*discusses death/depression*
Dear death, receive me, for I am not longed for this world.
I, like broken glass, have been crushed;
irreconcilably incomplete, destitute and alone.
*
No matter my efforts, my body betrays me,
and when evil knocks at my door,
in my haste and desperation, it enters in.
*
Each day is shrouded in darkness,
like an ever-hanging cloud;
my mind a broken tape, stuck on continual replay.
*
I still hold out hope, worn thin, after years of worsening health,
that none will help fix.
Am I too broken to be fixed? Will no-one even try?
*
Each time I seek help it is like a path that reaches a sudden dead end,
under the cover of night I recede back, losing my way into depression,
which I fear, each time, will devour me whole.
*
I hear my soul cry ‘Death, sweet death, receive me’.
Each day this plea screams louder.
But there is no honour, nor peace, in death,
*
It is not right to take my life before its time.
So I find myself praying ‘oh God, please save me’.
‘Lord, how much longer, how much longer till I am free?’.
07.21.2021
Categories:
discusses, death, depression, longing, pain,
Form: Tristich
Is, it, to be called classi?cation?
Or is it a destruction of paci?cation ?
Or are humans still to undergo humanization ?
In which being humane is considered main quali?cation
Which is not being achieved due to illusional mesmerization,
Should we call it misconception ?
Or is it a fanatic deviation?
Caused by the adherents of delusion
Or is it the fault of rationalists misapprehension
Of the necessity of categorization
Among blacks and whites, religious types, castes and tribes
Which should not be considered manipulation?
Showing the proofs of existences alone as justi?cation
Leaving behind the unanswered question
Questioning Noah’s and Satyavratan’s relation,
To perform same duty with devotion!
Is it just a coincidental conjunction ?
And are all coincidences among all religions
Are just caused due to accidental notions?
Oh, what is this God’s or Gods creation
Leaving us with great confusion
Not able to understand whether it is misconception of classi?cation
Or misapprehension of religion
Which only discusses love and devotion but not destruction.
Categories:
discusses, anti bullying, confusion, corruption,
Form: Tail-rhyme
I've often heard The Bible referred to as The Good Book,
yet the bible discusses every depraved perversion ever undertook.
Don't believe me? Have a look.
I'm not being judgmental here guys.
Believe me, this light bulb moment for me was a freaking surprise.
Categories:
discusses, religion,
Form: Rhyme
Marilyn Monroe discusses making
"The Misfits"
A desert is a bitter place.
There's something cruel in endless space:
it strips away the human scale.
I fear these winds that scour and chase
the vortices, and sting my face.
Good looks are fine, but all too frail -
ask Monty. Once you've lost your place,
you feel as if you've lost the race,
you're not what you're supposed to be.
I envy his consumption rate.
The one man in this battle-born state
in grimmer shape than even me.
Yes, Huston's the paternal kind,
but something's left him colorblind:
director's name on empty chair.
He's hollow, going through the motions,
painted ship on painted ocean:
you touch him, but he isn't there.
I married Miller on a whim.
If I could land a man like him,
I figured, I must be someone.
A man above me, older, smarter:
I didn't want a Jewish martyr.
Why lock the safe? The money's gone.
I come without a guarantee.
Men fool themselves - they don't need me.
I nixed on Arthur, fixed on Clark.
I've reached some kind of plateau now.
I'm sure of everything ... but how
to find my way back in the dark.
Categories:
discusses, film,
Form: Rhyme
The nuns in the Abbey adore Emma,
for she often visits them after school.
And volunteers her time and assistance,
barely thirteen, she thinks that nuns are cool.
It fills her parents with a sense of pride,
when she discusses becoming a nun.
For they know, she has so much love to give,
judging by the things she's already done.
It sometimes takes a little persuasion
to get her to leave the park before dark.
For she has a profound love of nature
and a tinder heart awaiting a spark.
An example of humanity's best,
she's an inspiration for all the rest.
(Sonnet)
7/31/2016
Categories:
discusses, beautiful, character, encouraging, feelings,
Form: Sonnet
Walking down the sea shores
Gazing at wondrous God’s creation
Amused by the noise made by waves
And enjoying the spit by rolling waves
I blinked twice for conviction
I couldn’t believe my eyes
The adage says “looks can be deceiving”
Can the angel be evil?
Your glittering chocolate skin
And dripping diamonds all over your body
Were too bright for my eyes to handle
Your beauty is beyond immaculate
For a moment I went blank and out of words
Silenced by your perfect African beauty
I thought such beauty exist only in fictions
I wanted to complement but I tripped over my tongue
Like your favorite book index
I hope that my actions will guide you to the pages of my heart
That discusses what is in store for you
Only if we can meet again
All my life I’ve been rehearsing
Penning every word that describe you
Hopping I’ll overcome my stammer
I hope for a second chance with you
Categories:
discusses, lost love, love,
Form: Ballad
The long, plain curtain wearily drapes over worn walls, hiding the monotonous boredom of lonesome weekdays, weekdays of silence.
Then a breeze.
The fluttering, playful curtain discusses the family secrets with this choppy breeze, this breeze heading towards night, a night of lights.
Then the music.
The dancing vibrant red curtain decorates the air, the beautiful atmosphere of cheer flirts with fantasies of the moon, loads of love.
Then the morning.
The morning shine curtain stands proud, wearing impenetrable black like a bouncer, caring for the groaning silence inside, at peace.
Our lives of curtains, our keepers of truths, our guards of free, our curtains.
Categories:
discusses, care, home, life,
Form: Free verse
rainy season
grief, white hydrangeas
hungry caterpillar
In part, The Haiku Society of America’s definition of a haiku reads, “Usually a haiku in English is written in three unrhymed lines of seventeen or fewer syllables.” Further, Japanese scholar Shigehisa Kuriyama states, “The 5-7-5 pattern by itself does not make a haiku.” (Gurga, p. 1). Contemporary English language haiku have departed radically from the 5-7-5 convention, including the Beat haiku of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and Gary Snyder, the latter awarded the Masaoka Shiki International Haiku Grand Prize in 2004. The haiku of Robert Spiess are especially experimental.
I recommend two sources for further study of haiku: “Haiku: A Poet’s Guide,” by Lee Gurga, addresses haiku in it’s traditional form; “Haiku Poetics in Twentieth-Century Avant-Garde Poetry,” by Jeffery Johnson discusses haiku as realized by modernist poets.
Speaking personally, it is most important for me to enjoy writing a haiku, correct form or not, and for my haiku to be enjoyed by the reader.
Categories:
discusses, grief, nature,
Form: Haiku
*“Ring around the Rosy. A pocketful of posies.
Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down.” - a nursery rhyme
Gone to ashes.
Each town was a burial ground
gone to ashes.
Multitudes wore rosy rashes;
The Black Death’s ring was on them found.
Dead bodies smoldered all around. . . .
gone to ashes.
Now children chant
“Ashes, ashes,” while in a ring.
Now children chant
and they’re strangely exuberant!
Of pockets of posies they sing
and think not of one deathly thing!
Now children chant.
Written by Andrea Dietrich/ Feb. 16, 2012
and inspired by nette onclaud's
ALPHABETS OF RONDELET Poetry Contest
(I chose Ashes, but also Chant was used
in verse two).
*Please click on "about this poem" to see
the origin of the nursery rhyme it discusses.
Categories:
discusses, history, children, children,
Form: Verse
Who is Bigfoot’s Great Grand Daddy?
Whether living in a city or on the mountain side,
People from the world around astound us with their views.
He’s nine-feet tall, a hairy thing as upright he flees and leaves.
Only tracks are left behind and a humongous memory,
They say that Big Foot does exist and for eons has survived.
A humanoid of greatest size, a hairy, beastly mystery…
Could he be a type of man, some scary giant beast?
Birthed on earth destined to roam, living on the land.
Was Bigfoot a hunter-gatherer on earth since ancient times?
Living on the land without a man-made dwelling to call home.
And if he is really all that they say and if he roams the earth these days,
Tell me, someone, won’t you, please, who is Big Foot’s Great Grand Daddy?
TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY GO TO THE FOLLOWING LINK:
=> http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/journal/4862289-who-is-bigfoot-s-great-
grand-daddy (It talks about Jacob and Esau in the Bible and discusses the possibility that
Esau was a Bigfoot. Could it be? READ AND SEE WHAT YOU THINK. (Then, let me know.)
Categories:
discusses, animals, life, mysteryearth,
Form: Narrative