the hearth flickers 'neath a pot
water swirls and tumbles round
dried leaves bloom within the clay
misty cup of calm
Desire overcomes my fear
I ride to her through the night
Night’s coldness upon my face
Nothing can stop me
Lounging on the beach supine
With Rayban sunglasses on.
At last, summertime is here;
A hot one at that!
The heat could roast a chicken;
A sun too hot to handle!
I am a corn on a cob;
My kernels popping!
Hey, friend, aren't you feeling this?
You're a corn on the cob, too.
I don't see you popping off!
What's going on here?
scarlet roses smiling pink
perfumed laughter of daisies
lustre painted peonies~
showed them my sweetheart.
blessed maiden by the stream
weaving raiments from the stars
apple of her father's eye
full of charm and grace
there lived one across the bank
across where the princess weaved
steering oxen through the grass
able, strong and brave
the princess and the cowherd
crossed paths by the Milky Way
a glance, a nod, and a wink
love then swept their feet
lost within each other's gaze,
the weaver's loom stopped her spin
oxen roamed the fields alone
order came apart
their love became a poison
the king thus bade the cowherd:
"depart henceforth, and return
where you once belonged!"
the lovers held their farewells
but the parting broke their hearts
and so the Milky Way's banks
filled up with their tears
the king, therefore, must relent
to give their love one more chance
for one bright eve they shall meet
at the magpie's bridge
tuckered and tucked in with him
ebb and flow of pillow head
personalities have dreams
we walk on the sea
we see no sun, with eyes shut
lily pads and no frog legs
and the sky’s a blinding blue
our feet toss and turn
pebbles rise into the clouds
a curious sight, indeed
even in the darkest night
distressing whale song
whistle salts breeze into face
we walk our separate ways
sleepy fits of temperament
hopeful peppermint
a couple buoys apart
harbor of port and starboard
ahoy, matey…don’t walk plank
drop splash to the deck
wakey…wakey…the seas wake
the blasting siren alarm
no one cares less where wave crests
it rests on the bed
that is the crumpled bed sheet
only need to straighten it
a boat left in the harbor
the sea’s now placid
Strength in Losing
it’s easy being a winner
everything runs much smoother
losing is more difficult
loss is how we grow
Spring blossoms and crocuses
live briefly and pass quickly...
teaching us life lessons in
mute exhortation
as time goes by, love enlarges
like a beautiful green tree
full of sweet lovely roses
true love never fade
Poor child crying his eyes out;
Clutching on with vice-like grip...
Peeling her child off her legs;
Sad mom heads to work.
bare the foliage of trees
petals crumbling… split from bones
ghosts of maples hanging low,
ashen backdrop tilts
On the head of Keokradong
I kissed the winter white cloud
Hugged with breaths of loneliness
Felt the reign of love
©Mahtab Bangalee
11th January, 2025
From the hair of waif-like scent
On the petals of the earth
The red lips of sleeping sea
Becomes love emblem
©Mahtab Bangalee
9th January, 2025
when another day begins
with cold, grey, overcast skies
foreboding shivers the mind...
uncertainty looms
clouds may mirror my musings
but, nevertheless, I scan
the sky searching for golden
streaks and blue demesnes
winter solstice arriving...
shortest day and longest night...
silent trees gather forces
for returning light
lighter, longer, brighter days
saunter through the winter gloom...
light triumphs over darkness
renewal awaits
Specific Types of Dodoitsu Poems
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