.
yet i am not ready
for mine
fluffy
vinter
snuggle bunnie
spoon
gone so soon
hmmm
summer sweat'n
in own
her
hammock though
libertine
With one this self aware
So attired, twirling round
As shows off, whilst in sync with
True femininity
Woman, on full display.
Its sex as dignifies.
Girlishly youthful, albeit!
Girlish like; loose and free!
Two church mice scurried along,
rolling their dice and squeaking a song..
The congregation gathered,
This day it drew a throng.
The little mice quickly hid as the church bells gonged..
The sermon began.
People seated in the pews.
All rose to sing a hymn and sat again for church news..
The sermon was on "the good shepherd and his flock."
Suddenly a partitioner screamed and every one had a shock,
as the two church mice climbed into the pastor's frock..
A man in a black frock he told her to forgive.
He said one must never bear a grudge in the short time that we live.
But she has memories impossible to erase,
She still sees a face in her night screams.
and she can hardly recall the time when she was but a child,
lollipops and ribbons didn’t last long.
The man in the black frock he told her to dry up all her tears,
He said this has gone on for hundreds of years, and she could break the cycle if she'd try,
but first she must forgive and let it lie.
She tried to understand what the man had just said.
She closed her eyes tightly,
She wanted to live.
Silent tears fell down her face as she began to forgive.
Then slowly the fear left her mind.
She felt lighter, unburdened.
And yet,
deep down in her heart she knew,
that she could never ever forget.
One little girl with a smile on her face
Comes to us with a promise of taste
Her products are the best with milk as the base
It’s AMUL- the taste of INDIA
Frock with polka dots is her trade mark dress
Red on white adds more beauty, no way less
She stands for true taste &truth
It’s AMUL-the taste of INDIA
Girl in the polka dress serves all &reminds all
About best butter, cheese, ice creams &milk shakes
Like a full moon she shines in hearts of INDIANS
It’s AMUL-the taste of INDIA.
(This is prepared for poetry soup’s Polka dots poetry contest)
Details about AMUL can be found at-
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amul
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amul_girl
Nature poses in Her spring frock,
dressed in all Her regal splendor.
And tends Her gladiolas, in
the guise of a flower vendor.
Her hair perfumed with jasmine,
Nature poses in Her spring frock.
And the epitome of poise,
She sits gracefully on a rock.
She wears a hat spun by the sun,
adorned with a sweet yellow rose.
Nature poses in Her spring frock,
looking graceful in Her new clothes.
Gentle waves caress weedy shores,
where azure and green interlock.
And on such a beautiful day,
Nature poses in Her spring frock.
(Quatern)
Jan.17, 2016.
The day came…………………
But he didn`t…………….
Red as a rose she is;
Her eyes sending out ,
That irresistible charm-
No man could escape.
Her long black curly hair-
Dangling along her bosom-
Set free in the wind,
There she is ,blushing.
In a corner of the park,
Wearing that occasional –
Eye-catching li’l red frock,
With a few black curls-
Playing hide ‘nd seek-
Through the loose stringy back-
Of that li’l red frock;
There she is, day dreaming.
Staring at the golden crisp-
Maple leaves bathin’,
And maple leaves floatin’-
In feeble sunlight,
And caring breeze,
There she is, staring.
Among golden crisp-
Maple leaves falling,
To the ground ,as if eager-
Too eager to touch,
Too eager to feel,
Her soft dimpled cheek;
There she is ,waiting……..
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