Dori Poems

Nazm

Tu nazm banke sang chalna
Main shabd banke tujhme utaroon.
Shabdon ki dori banke tu, jehan mein utarna
Main bol banke tujhme samaoon.

Nazm jaise rag rag mein bas jaoon
Geet banke saavan jaise bahaaroon.
Tu sawal banke mujhe karna rubaru
Main jawab banke tujhme samet jaoon.

Tu raag jaise nazm ko tarashna
Main shringaar banke nazm shringaaroon.
Donon milke vaaky banayein
Har geet ko madhur sajayein.

Nazm ke bina feeka ho yeh jeevan
Ah bina kaise ho sangam.
Aao milke mitaayein jeevan se gham
Har pal nau rason se karke sansar ka beejan.

                                                                   ~Shruti

Akogun Eda

Akogun Eda

E ba mi wa eda 
Eda adapa lo soja
Eda to lori meji
Eda abaya ganga

E gbe kini yi wa
Emi lokan
Egbeje kole daa duro
Egbeegberun ko to bee pelu
Emi lokunrin meta soso

Afefe ko gburo obolo
Onidiri ko ya dori re mu
Alagemo ko moyi arisa
Ko kete ile yaa yera ajeku

A ba moni; a ba wariri
A ba moni; a ba gberi
Iku tii pa ojude eni
A kilo firi, a ba yeri

Eda kan soso ajanaku
Eda kan soso, ogbologbo
Eda kan soso, ogbontarigi
Eda kan soso, larin egbeegberun

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Bilu Mori

Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Gal vich eday kali dori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Shayer babu ay munda lahori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Baanh vich kara chapal peshori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Ay laga phiray chori chori
Time sada chukay bilu Mori
Khuda janda recce de story
Time sada chukay bilu Mori.
Note. Ham kis marz ki dava hain.

Great People In My Life

My mother, whom I still can call any day.
My grandparents all long-since passed away.

My dad, deceased, I hardly got to know.
My stepdad who sadly died years ago.

My daughter and her family so great.
My son, his wife and kids- all out of state.

Dear brother Dale who left this world too soon.
Fun Aunt Joan who passed away last June.

Church folks, old friends, and students I have known.
Peers from then and now with whom I’ve grown.

My sister Jenny, such a loving one.
My second sister Mel who is such fun.

Third sister Dori, from her ex now FREE.
Baby sister Thea – health nut like me!

Cousins, aunts and uncles, most still alive.
Nephews and nieces  who by now all drive!

My friends in poetry who mean a lot.
Closest and sweet friends that I still have got.

Old boyfriends of my youth -(wonder where they are!!)
and my hubbie Joe who’s a super star.

March 17, 2021
for charles messina's List With A Twist Poetry Contest

Five Sisters -Redone For Consistent Syllable Count

When we are together, we are a sight to see – Sisters!
Things always seem just right when I can have with me – sisters.

One named Jennifer is nurturing and compassionate.
She was born after me; compatible are we sisters.

Melanie, who came second, is most charming of us all.
She and I together always make such carefree sisters!

Then came Dori, with a flair for writing the same as me.
Fifty-page letters we'd write! Dori made us three sisters.

Sensitive Theadora loves working out like I do!
She's the baby! I'm glad the five of us can be sisters!

Sept. 12, 2020 for Silent One's Ghazal Poetry Contest

Teri Yaad

Teri yaad 

Muskurahat mai khoya 
Baat dil Mai liye arman 
Dhakan hai naraz 
Janey kaab hogi mulakat 
Taman hai jo ban gayi 
Badua Dori ka ehsas 
Kagaj mai chipa hai 
Waqut ki phehchan 
Kachdey ka deheyr 
Toota hua dil na 
Mangey koi payar 
Aab suno kasi hai tumhari 
Yaad ..........
Like the shadow walk 
Like the nose cry for smell 
Like the moment stop 
Like the road devide 
Like the lips lock 
Like the painting fill with nature 
Like Mai hi puri hai Teri yaad 
I love you meri jaan 

With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Hikkake-Dori

very timid nymph                                                                                                                                            entwined black silky hair                                                                                                                                                  emerging tombo

The Miller Girls: Now Presenting

Inside our parents’ bedroom by the door,
our sister Jenny played the old piano.
From all of us a melody would soar
in varying degrees of voice soprano.

A high soprano Jennifer would sing
as pretty Melanie would sing along.
The house with lovely harmony would ring
when I and Dori “seconded” the song.
For church we’d often render “Silent Night.”
Our tiny congregation made such fuss
as if we were four angels in their sight,
and Mom would fairly swoon with pride for us.

Of whims that took no flight I am lamenting;
Mom’s dream, “The Miller Girls . . . now presenting!”


 For Sonnet on an Intimate Relationship Poetry Contest:
My best intimate relationship began at home. My four lovely sisters, three of whom are mentioned here, will always be the greatest of my friends.

A Collage For Dale

Here you are, only twelve, at our kitchen table.
Such a carrot top you were! Strangers used to think
you were our red-head mother’s natural son.

And here’s that photo you took of me at college.
Though you’re not in it, how could I ever forget
it was you in front of me that snapped that shot?
For I’m laughing and so glad you came to see me!

In this one, all ten of us are in the back yard
dressed in our Sunday best - our first big reunion!
I’m nearly 30;  just look at my silly perm!
Folks still mistake me for Dori in this picture!
Look how Mom and Thea - for once - are smiling!
You’re standing behind me, in a lovely grey suit,
only 32 and almost out of law school!

Here from more recent pictures, this shows a rare time 
we  were joined, but sadly,  for Dad‘s funeral.
You‘re not in this one, Dale . . . nor in any others.
That picture in our back yard was to be the last.
My dear stepbrother, the best man I ever knew -
Taken from us so young. . .  you remain beloved.


Written 10/9/13
Used today March 24, 2021 for
A Meaningful Poem - Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Constance La France

Thursdays Recalled By the Family's French Fry Girl

The number of us children growing up was eight.
Each Thursday night was special, for our Dad got paid,
and we would eagerly and hungrily await
his bringing Henry’s fries and burgers home. Hurray!

We weren’t allowed to pick and choose; we had to take
two burgers each with “everything” and one bag of fries.
While we grabbed our own allotment, happy to partake,
Jenny scraped off from her burgers -onions she despised!

Dori chewed so slowly, from her we all would steal.
The baby, Theadora, just sat there and played
with her food. I was strange and always made this deal:
Both my burgers for two brothers’ French fries I would trade.

And so the number of my French fries always came to three.
Even with no burgers, I loved each Thursday night.
for the Henry’s fast food and time with family.
Oh, to go back to those days with loved ones in my sight!

*Henry's Hamburgers was the name of a fast food place in my hometown

For Paula Swanson's "Traditions" Poetry Contest

No Flowers In the Field

No flowers in the field
Sadness today
I wear upon my heart a shield

For in this field love grows
No harvest
Why?  Only God knows

Each season bears the same
Unharvested love
So you wonder why they came

Could it be that soulmates are for a season?
Don't go
What for, love the reason?

This question to my heart do I ask
When will love stay?
Where from, the love that lasts?

Is it our blindness?
A guard of our heart?
To let love go...it should never part

Dori

Wake Me Tomorrow

Wake me tomorrow,
In my peace…
For in this world,
I will not be.

Other shores I pass on to
An enlightened soul, new.

Wake me tomorrow,
In a new realm.
My soul will last, 
Far past what I knew.

Wake me tomorrow

Dori

Love

Love, the ultimate emotion, sacrifice, gift,
The mover of this earth, causing it’s shift.
Emotion of giving, my heart on this earth,
It’s here for the taking, for whatever it’s worth.

Promises of love from a man’s lips it’s heard,
Heartfelt, real love, that’s the word.
Offer your heart, one truth be given,
That’s what… I’ll be live’n

Truths, beliefs, whispers in the dark,
Share your heart,
Dear love,
To be a part.

I’ve given my heart,
You’ve given yours.
That way we’ll be bound’
In love we’ll be found.

Love, the answer,
Love, the question,
My quest in this life,
To be the emotion.

Dori

I Stop To Think of the Souls

I stop to think of the souls,
That move in and out of our life.
Some for a day, 
Some for a life.
Some to bring love,
Some to bring strife.

Purpose and meaning,
Truth through being.
Who we are,
Derived from where we have been.
It’s not in this life,
Our souls begin.

Life’s truth is love,
Radiating from the soul.
Outward reaching,
Always seeking.
I stop to think of the souls,
So intertwined,
It must be divine!

Dori

Best Friend Love

My heart beats slow.
Waiting and wondering if love will grow.

On a long road that starts with a meeting by chance,
Intertwining lives, together in our dance.

Your path and mine slowly mingles into one,
Together in time till all is done.

You’ve tasted life, still came to me,
I’ve lived a life, and now with thee.

Lessons, learning, heartache and sorrow,
Life of the past will not be the morrow.

My heart, with your heart.
Let them never be apart.

Ceremony, ring, joyfully married,
On with our lives, separate wearied.

Partners, lovers, mates of soul,
You’ll be my best friend till the end toll.


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