Am I walking through Ways of Providence ?
or walking just to struggle on my own !
I am confused , also amused to sense
reality ! Am I guided or lone ?
Are pre- scheduled all the happenstances !
Am I instructed by Divine Power ?
Is there a supreme strength to embower ?
Or, I surrender to circumstances !
Does Divine Guidance fabricate my fate ?
Then life will turn purposeless - meaningless.
No use of brain -mind-soul to navigate.
Just to be flooded , careful or careless.
How can you define , what is Providence ?
It's Supremacy in your soul to stay.
On Moral Values , carry Reverence.
Ways of Providence will be shown, I say.
Categories:
embower, how i feel,
Form: Quatrain
Shocked and shattered on betrayal.
Sank in nasty dreadful dismal.
Environ became surreal,
as my love was true and loyal.
Continuously tears to flow
Didn’t know, how tears-flow to slow.
Darkness in life to embower.
Dropped and dried all abloom flowers
Curses from my fate to shower
Each second seemed to be an hour.
No glimpse of light even to glow.
Confused what to do, where to go ?
On my mind lost any control.
Tried my best at least to console
my grief stricken serene soul.
At last willpower took vital role
Also Time acted being best healer.
" The darkened sky stole my tears."
Categories:
embower, grief,
Form: Rhyme
I am so thankful to my Dear Grandma
for such immense affection to shower -
continuous ! No full stop, no comma
with love and care always to embower.
To my Dear parents I remain grateful
to raise up me with cary protection.
My care free childhood days ran too cheerful.
Dad guided to fulfil my ambition.
To friends and associates paying ‘Thanks’
to give me full support and assistance.
Thankful to children giving them high rank.
I showed light ! Now they stand as my success.
Categories:
embower, thanks,
Form: Rhyme
Gone are souls who always cared.
Gone are common memories shared.
Gone are loved ones old and young.
Gone are budding lives unsung
Announced by church bells too soon rung.
We all lament the friends we’ve lost
Once death’s threshold has been crossed.
Where graveside weeping willows embower,
We cry like them for fallen flowers.
Categories:
embower, death of a friend,
Form: Rhyme
Stop to shop on my posh Shop
Please make a quick stop
to visit my posh shop.
Walk in ! Be free to shop !
My variety store
containing seven floors.
Welcome ! Choose and explore.
Hunt dress as your treasure
Sale of Top, Skirt and Trouser.
Buy ! To sell : My pleasure.
Get flavour, nice nascent
strong and mild, both descent
Arrived Perfumes and Scent.
Take posy of flowers.
Warm feelings to shower.
Good wishes to embower.
Drink strong wine, or whisky
Go drowsy or tipsy.
though a bit risky.
This is emporium.
Buy aquarium,
also terrarium.
Perfect place to bring
lover, to choose ring
for coming wedding !
Payment never to count !
Fifty percent Discount.
Profit on your account.
Categories:
embower, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
WILL POWER
Just success and happiness cannot adorn
lattice of life in clusters of blossoms at morn.
By turn sorrow and failure appear to mourn
as feral weeds and creepers with sharp spiked thorn.
It is up to your willpower how to deal!
not to succumb in despair but to heal
the wound, or malicious attack to kill.
Proceed brave with erect head in zest and zeal
Life is a challenge to struggle every day.
Strife and conflicts running parallel to play.
Shadows of clouds embower but glazing sunray
When there is a will, there must exist a way.
10/15/20
Third Place
'WILL TO SURVIVE' Contest by Silent One.
Categories:
embower, 10th grade, appreciation, power,
Form: Rhyme
let me feel your rhythm manifest
infuse to my liquid being
your power a seed of desired secrets
mesh yourself deep to my tissue
with each roll of your might
I embower myself with succulent thoughts
each waves shush of sand softly speaks
empathy curling itself over my aching
…Today your turmoil is smooth
…Tomorrow may rage dark against me
still your essence will shine
within the clouds as they kiss your skin
your white foam scrambles forward
and rushes the shore, serene in abeyance
I too await the promise of today
9-3-2020
Brians Choice 3
1st place
Categories:
embower, ocean, sea,
Form: Free verse