From my door in a lovely town,
I look straight ahead in wonder,
clouds, seascape, distant boat,
are core of an early morning view,
a homely place now awakening,
the sound of each window heard,
people sense this charmed spot,
has depth, magic, and mystery,
which is such an attraction say,
as the day of passage in sunlight,
a green and brown leaf exponent,
from tree top towered ring fence,
on blissful watch as passersby,
aware of sage eager eco eye,
that glances o’er round the clock,
plot, play, pursuit, and presage.
of an urban gathering on purpose,
with infectious soul stepping forward,
in directions of a wonder world dream,
which at this point has only begun
Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment
however brief, I walk along as an exponent
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness
She grew up in the modernity of urban culture,
fascinated by the rhythm of contemporary music,
decided to make the career of choice
as a professional pop singer.
An exponent of traditional art, her father
didn’t like the idea of his daughter straying.
So, on her eighteenth birthday he gave her a book,
“Geetanjali” (song offerings), he cherished most.
A collection of classical lyrics with central theme
resonating the serene music of devotion to God,
didn’t appeal to her youthful vibrant mind,
so, she stowed it away unread in the bookshelf.
Time didn’t treat her the way she wanted,
destiny rolled for her the unkindest dice.
Before she could cross the prime of youth,
deadly disease destroyed her sonorous voice.
As all her songs sank in the abyss of agony,
she remembered the book of song her father gave.
From its pages lyrics of solace echoed in her ears,
she lost her voice, but discovered the divine melody.
(Geetanjali (Song Offerings) is written by Rabindranath Tagore for which he received the nobel prize for literature)
May 30, 2021
Contest : He Gave Her A Book
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose
I can feel MAA within me
How it all began
It's as fast as
Sun rays can run
Everlasting miles
Keep us near and apart
Still your presence
Sitting in heart
As time passes
Love for you find exponent
I have you, feel you
Whatever happened
I feel your presence
Past today tomorrow
I feel my existence
Only because of thou
I'll cherish these times
Till I grow old
As the time will pass
You make me bold
And if it's okay
You bless, to find that time
You will make easy
My VIVEK to shine
* VIVEK (Hindi) = Discretion, Prudence, Wisdom
* MAA (Hind) = Mother
Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
Publisher: PJH Publications
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Dear strong, mysterious Mr. Richter,
I have adored you all semester.
It's all about the way you say "cosign"
and the command you give to busy equations.
You keep those numbers all in line,
as if any one could give dissuasions.
With exponent passion you draw me in,
a mathematician first, then a teacher.
Each number's a friend, a neighbor, a kin.
Each student is a math-munching creature.
You couple denominators, strong and alike,
a prismic marriage of commonality,
then suddenly you divide them like
a Shakespearean tragedy.
Then you flip-flop like common weather,
and in a calm numerical tangent,
you bring those digits back together
like a quadrilateral sonnet.
Your rhombus eyes, like tigers animate
when you say the word "perpendicular."
Could you say you'd ask me for a date,
anywhere logarithmic, but I'm not particular.
Take me away on a coordinate plane,
parallel to a median integer
with stem-and-leaf plot as the terrain,
and a commutative property perimeter.
I can offer admiration and a laugh,
just teach me how to use a protractor.
Of all the variables on a bar graph,
we are the greatest common factor.
X Marks the Spot
It’s the 19th consonant, 24th letter, of the alphabet,
A Teachers’ markings, for wrong answers on a test!
A Greek numeral representation for, the number ten!
An unnamed or unknown, person, place or thing,
Used to remove or cancel, a word of unnecessary need,
A movie rating to discourage viewing, by unsuspecting teens!
It’s an algebraic exponent used in mathematical computations,
A place holder in the PEMDAS test, to eliminate confusion!
A pictured symbol for the word “cross,”
Ballot markings “yea or nay” or “win or loss!”
Signature representation of ones’ individual best
Letter ending expression, sealed with a Hug and a Kiss!
XOXOXO
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/14/16
I was standing in a queue at Mumbai Airport
And there in a parallel queue a stunning beauty
Our eyes met, the faces were quite familiar
As we graduated same year from the same university.
*Kalpana, the vision of my green salad salad days
Never had even a dream I will meet her like this
Boarding the same British Airways air vessel.
We travelled together, talked for hours.
Discussed and debated our hopes and dreams.
I was headed for the British University for further study
And she, the exponent of *Kathkali dance for Albert Hall
We navigated each other’s mind, body, and the dreams.
Before the aircraft landed at the Heathrow Airport
Promises were made, dreams and hopes were shaped
Standing together with hand in hand at check-out queue
The vision gone and I standing alone in the Airport.
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May 21, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Imagination by Dave Wood
* An Indian name of a girl meaning vision or imagination
* One of the Classical Dance of India
That I had sheltered time's renown
within my courage, rapt to own
not going forth to speak disown
as if some error found condone!
This action, atrophy's exponent
and God's resounding, faded drone,
my silent heart could curse unknown
nor love, nor love, for thee not shown!
All light itself remains alone
while darkness gathers and is prone,
the storm, the storm resembles home ~
and love for thee remains . . . . a poem!
Don’t misconceive my mercy for weakness
Exponent to impuissance that bestows
Ascertain verity of Uniqueness
Appreciate my pose of apropos
Strength my forte led by capriciousness
I once shattered and left to be consumed
Thy inner voice pierces my graciousness
Amidst the flightiness presence presumed
I am semblance of authenticity
Your erroneous conclusions expressed
Trapped in mirrors of your duplicity
It is not I who is too dispossessed
My force is life, full of joys and treasures
Multiplied faithfully, basked in pleasures
I was standing in a queue at Mumbai Airport
And there in a parallel queue a stunning beauty
Our eyes met, the faces were quite familiar
As we graduated same year from the same university.
*Kalpana, the vision of my green salad salad days
Never had even a dream I will meet her like this
Boarding the same British Airways air vessel.
We travelled together, talked for the hours.
Discussed and debated our hopes and dreams.
I was headed for the British University for further study
And she, the exponent of Kathkali dance for Albert Hall
We navigated each other’s mind, body, and the dreams.
Before the aircraft landed at the Heathrow Airport
Promises were made, dreams and hopes were shaped
Standing together with hand in hand at check-out queue
People running here and there in chaos hearing some rumor.
The vision gone and I standing alone in the Airport.
Even today, waiting for the vision lost in the turmoil.
Dr. Ram Mehta
* An Indian name of a girl meaning vision or image
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Second Place win in:
Contest:The One Who Got Away sponsored by Thvia Shetley
‘A’ for agonies great;
‘K ‘is homage to Kalashnikov its genius maker, late;
‘4’ is the damned exponent of its murderous power;
‘7’ are the days in a week it kills, and every hour!
Louis
Tiffany
artiste nouveau-
art-by-absorpion was
his theme
ahead
of his time-
a controlled accident,
hand-made favrile,free formed,
design
Louis Tiffany considered by Pollock & Motherwell as an early exponent of pure form & colour
in art
http://www.hyndburnbc.gov.uk/hag
largest public collection of Tiffany glass in Europe. Haworth art Gallery ,Accrington England
Sagacity
Pulled from the beating heart
This quick agony
Spells
For what wrong thought to be
Became so easily
Right
So right the languid exponent
Of ready truth
Knew
With the arrogance of comprehension
Gave its struggle
Righteousness
And in the pity of hindsight
Woke consciousness to
Regret
For what right thought to be
Became so easily
Wrong
Logos of a lyric poet
gleans the page, so white. It’s the
esurient exponent of
heart and mind. How I
wish I could be his reader, instead
I choose to write about--
this childish yellow butterfly,
spreading its fragile wings and comes
to listen, intently, the rhythm
of my blood. Hmm, she will
be, surely, noted by me not only for
tonight, but for many years
after that
countless tingles of
skin to skin
will sip the wine of poetry
and commingle, un-agitated,
into my own inner craving.
History clings to me, a mortgaged sleeve
inducts the conscious reasoning to other strove.
As head above the cloud my famished noel
is reckoned to contingency's faint vowel.
As spirit clings to me, metered exponent
to use my vestige rating in my poem,
Ah, love, were just this usage, I alone
could conquer heart's decisively my own!
But as I am so useless, this unknown
that truth clings not, but ventures to be shown
and thee, abridged by doubt rely on prone,
I, also faint with hope, dissolve condone!
Not patronizing faith, I so recede
the joining of two souls, clings to each need.
Do customize my courage, thus not breed,
the faulting of my trust in God . . . to lead!
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