Half expected inspiration to fill the air
while I endeavoured to write a poem.
A curse responding much like a veil
reigns over the moonless night while
out my window no stars come into view
and the silence feels perceptively eerie
~ my pen bone dry.
Submitted on March 27, 2025 to contest YOUR CHOICE F sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
To stimulate or excite
evoking words of much delight...
Remember that it’s wise to share
to liven others from despair
Imagine if all endeavoured
unselfish acts of joy together!
Mr MacPherson, a mathematician
Was married to Sally,a keen statistician.
With little division to trigger vexation
Their conjugal lives led to multiplication.
First Roland, then Harry and then the addition
Of first daughter Jenny, a gifted logician.
The one common factor of great satisfaction
Engendering fervour and strong interaction
Was love of arithmetic, logic and theories
Together with quantum and harmonic series.
In sum, they endeavoured on every occasion
To bring mathematics within the equation!
24.03.20
It layered among the thorns
It slept around the seas
It conquered the world, the universe and the planets
It finally emerged
Nobody knew it will be, what a surprise
Nobody saw it coming, all were clueless
Nobody had followed, the route was unbearable
It finally emerged
It waved a crucial path to be endeavoured, suit yourself
It left all the unpleasantness behind, here it came
It produced high levels of integrity, sophistication and sex appeal
It finally emerged
Yawned the cat
Did not know what to do
Must I drink wine or milk
Wine matures like age
Milk on the other hand sweetens the bows
Sneezed the cat
Must I sit on top
Must I curl around the waist
Complications are there to be endeavoured
Confusions on the other hand sharpens the mind
Rolled over the cat
Must I wake up
Must I go hunting after all it is my purpose
Doing what is meant to be done gives pleasure
Saying what is meant to be said gives much anticipated results
She came from a distant view,
A sexy looker obviously;
All dressed and made up,
Promiscuous consequently.
She had a hardy heart,
Her tongue an acute blade;
One wrong move she needs,
Being nice is not her trade.
Bold and fierce as she could be,
She had no concern for other people,
With no rights but plenty wrongs;
She was anything but feeble.
He gave her his attention,
He was a genuine altruist;
Falling for her was a big mistake,
He was as solemn as an evangelist.
He endeavoured to correct her,
For her weaknesses were great;
A plan to rebuff her selfishness,
Unfortunately he was too late.
For him she was to difficult to control,
Like cherished gems his sensible words;
Which derived from abundance of love,
She was spirited and free as flying birds.
By marrying her he signed and sealed,
He treated her well as wife and friend;
Grace, wisdom and charity he had,
Didn’t know she was an actual fiend.
His heart became a dead man’s heart,
For it did not function any more;
She poisoned him for his money,
Now she resides behind a cell door.
In moments like these you remember your faults
you remember your struggles when life gave you halts
In moments like these you cherish your gifts
your achievements, your gains your vibes and your wits
In moment like these time shows you no mercy
no sliver of patience no penance you see
For time is unforgiving and brutally ungiving
But time is a gift for those who've found another
a blessing from God one which only He could deliver
The days as they pass etch memories so sweet
the challenges you face together you will defeat
The weeks they are gold they give fresh perspective
on the life you've nurtured and endeavoured to live
the months they are joyous no heartache can stain
the love you show for each other can only be ordained
the years have been good your journey grows strong
the very things you should cherish Is moments like these
As i stood at the brink of things
I saw some old some new
Memories
Ushering across
Like a albatross flying along the horizon
Gazing at the tiny earth
Not to be held just
To be felt.
Some passed overhead at majestic heights
Which had weaved my patience at once
My soul once.
Some went past leaving a waling,
Grunting me
Standing on the sea shore ,
On a stormy noon.
The sun with it's ever watchful eyes,
Consoled me.
"Because it's imperative to stand each time you fall."
The forever endeavoured warmth was this.
The tsunami appeared but
Made it a point to stand tall
Each time i fall.
Marched ahead to meet someone special,
Whose smile revisited me every instant
Invoking and involving me
With heart over head
I took a prancing leap forward
Gazing at these memories
With glittering eyes
I took the Crux of me forward
Into the unknown,
Leaving to meet again
For changes
Some pursued
Some sudden,
tranquility unravels.
Joan Of Arc
I loved my country, my brethren more dearer
Saved my country from onslaughter of the wicked
In the deadliest of nights by forewarnings of gods
The gaping elders blessed their valorous commander
The enemies dwarfed by a power more gigantic.
The mutual protection of my divine guardians and I
For a country that nurtured and nourished peace
Harmony of my kingdom above all to be protected
Thwarted we with vengeance the trespassers
Lured to our throne and drooling for crown.
Thundering aliens brainwashed the pristine
Dragged and whipped me in a celebratory cry
Froze I on the stake as Jesus on the cross
Tall flames to purification as I reached salvation
Patriots decried while betrayers quipped damnation.
No regrets no disdain, I loved my country true
I no sorceress, I know no witchcraft, nor an angel I
Endeavoured on a path whispered by heavens
Mary heard His message, so did I
One the Blessed, One the Cursed!
September 18, 2015
Contest: Joan Of Arc
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
The
vinyl
flew
in
circles,
Revellers'
minds
spinning
into
an
overdose
of
insanity,
Toes
twitchy,
Itching
to
exhaust
body
and
soul,
Flesh
willing,
Spirit
emaciated,
Jockey's
mind
determined
to
sustain
his
intentions,
Whistles
tearing
roof
as
they
endeavoured
To
pierce
the
womb
of
a
pregnant
sky,
Tears
doubled,
Trebled,
A
heavy
pose!
Silence.
Reservoir of intelligence, beauty and passion,
And as a fairer creation,
I endeavoured for perfection.
Today I stand on tottering platform,
As a mannequin ,
Having lost my effulgence .
I am reduced to nonexistance ,
As you show the cold shoulder,
Having lost my identity.
In defiance to rejection,
As you spurn my passion,
I get annihilated.
I unwind all threads of bindings,
As for liberation of my soul,
Contrary to renunciation !!
" Rakhi - for my brother "
Threads of Rakhi entwined in love,
Connote a sister's love for her brother,
Love that got obscured in busy life,
Distance progressed as we adored our families,
But only seemingly parted,
Souls still one and a single thought,
Born of one mother, lived
together for years
Celebrated, faught, annoyed,
conciliated and understood each other,
Endeavoured on all topics,
Lived by each other in all thick and thin,
Childhood days are not just memories,
But to cherish and a reason to live,
Some family values, expressed by subtler gestures,
And immersed Into these fragrances..............
Are tender strings of Rakhi.
Savouring joys of childhood,
Subtle longings as exquisite as silk,
Vibrant temper of euphoria and sombreness ,
I existed as a vivacious being.
Entrenched into studies and passion for friends,
Where intellect seemed to be all life,
Zealously endeavoured on ardent path,
Walked persistent and cherished travel.
Found my love and walked into life,
Ravished every moment of exhilaration ,
Hovered alpine to the summit of ambitions,
Achieved peak of perfection and pinnacle of fame.
Now as I experience the heyday of life,
As red as furnace on the edge of horizon,
I perceive the moment of truth in noontide,
Enigma of divine enchantment unveils .
Written June 22nd, 2013
Awarded HM
When a dream remains a dream
it’s like I dived into
the depths of the sea,
onto the corals down there
to engrave my name
but the bottom was too deep
and my breath too short
and I got bogged up
on the surface.
When a dream remains a dream
it’s like it drizzled
a scent of rain
but the cloud was soon
scattered away
- what a time for the weather
to get fine again! –
and I only drank
a spell of drought!
When a dream remains a dream
it’s like a shore of stars
I endeavoured to colour
in the hues of joy
but the night, that wild eagle
dashed upon me
and I was left with
the shards of
a fractured look.
I remember, though, a dream
I climbed upon only
to find trodden mud
and a hope withering
flake by flake.
Oh, when a dream
remains a dream
it’s like a poem of mine
that I had kept
in the drawers of time,
but it got caught
into the venomous hooks
of fake needs
and got lost
or so I think.
Desire to survive, dream to
thrive,
Everybody needs appreciation,
And if so do I , what's wrong ?
My parents adored me dear,to
absolute,
Graced me with ideas, shaped
my future,
I appreciate.
My siblings embraced me in
emity,
Making me witty and crazy,
I appreciate.
My confidant pal, my convoy,
Pioneered me to prosper,
I appreciate.
My companion stood by me,
Through all thick and thin,
I appreciate .
My little boy painted the blue,
In a perfect hue,
I appreciate.
I endeavoured to my supreme,
Idolised with all my passion,
Oh God ! Bestow upon me
Some divine appreciation!!
By Upma Sharma
25/05/13
Awarded 2nd place win
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