tittering among the hollyhock blooms
two elfin men both named Mack
just seeing them chased away my glooms
I knew they always had my back
two elfin men both named Mack
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
I knew they always had my back
the joy they gave me kept me witty
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
my garden developed quite a lovely name
the joy they gave me kept me witty
visitors came, flowers their clear aim
my garden developed quite a lovely name
the roses, tulips, bleeding hearts and daffodils
visitors came, flowers their clear aim
the love they exuded gave me chills
the roses, tulips, bleeding hearts and daffodils
just seeing them chased away my glooms
the love they exuded gave me chills
tittering among the hollyhock blooms
In the wee hours mansions where hushed glooms sneak flesh
Flesh that gossips furtive malice in minds' natural breath
Breath that stimulates crooked cravings inside the disappearing doom
Doom slopes upon the feeling’s ending, perverted plea
Plea shades its crimson mantle around the nocturnal mind.
Mind inspired by secret wrath below a pastel skin
Skin that fleeces a monster whose faintness shams piety sin
Sin that buds in plagiarized hilarity, deriding deadly impasse
Impasse on a land of walking humans in skins yet inner evils.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Legacies of the now and the after
Blossoms and glooms in a cycle
A breech of sadness and laughter
Thoughts of the past in the present
The after life dreaded thoughts
These are thoughts of the after life
(Written 12/08/2024)
Sad can permeate,
Grey, dank days create,
Time heals, does pass by,
Gloom sees end to each sigh,
We all need remedies,
Keep up face smilies,
Each person can use,
New focus to choose,
Once we all wailed,
Again the assassins have failed,
You'll wake in own skin,
Cheers! is best medicine!
Silent warblers perch as garden’s crooners
With crest-petalled wings flapping as banners
All day long they exude unfading light
That no woeful glooms conceal their brightness.
In the garden where the wildflowers bloom,?Love dances softly, casting away gloom,?With petals of passion swaying in the breeze,?It whispers sweet secrets among the tall trees.
Beauty, a painter with a brush made of light,?Colors the world in hues warm and bright,?Each glance a soft stroke, each smile a soft hue,?In this canvas of hearts, painted just for two.
Trust stands like a bridge over rivers that flow,?A promise unbroken, a light in the shadow,?With roots deep and sturdy, it anchors the soul,?Binding two spirits, making each one whole.
Together they flourish, these three cherished blooms,?In laughter and heartache, dispelling the glooms,?For love is the melody, beauty the song,?And trust the sweet harmony that carries us along.
So let us nurture this garden with care,?Where love, beauty, and trust breathe the same air,?In the richness of moments, in whispers of night,?We’ll sow seeds of forever, and watch them ignite.
Rural doctors
In quiet towns where roads are few,
Where fields stretch wide and skies are blue,
There walk the healers, brave and true,
The doctors of the rural view.
With bags in hand and hearts of gold,
Through rain and shine, through heat and cold,
They journey far where need is great,
To serve the towns that time forgot.
In simple clinics, makeshift rooms,
They fight disease, dispel the glooms,
With limited, yet mighty, tools,
They stand as pillars, patient schools.
Their knowledge vast, their skills refined,
In every touch, in every mind,
They bring a hope, a healing light,
To places often out of sight.
For every life they gently save,
In every soul they make more brave,
They build a bridge, they pave a way,
For better health with each new day.
In fields where whispers of the past,
Meet modern care that’s built to last,
These rural doctors, strong and kind,
Are heroes in the humblest find.
So let us sing their noble deeds,
Their tireless work to meet our needs,
In rural lands, they stand and serve,
With endless heart and steadfast nerve.
Written Sept 1, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Where I do not exist there is emptiness,
a world with no little girl gathering blooms;
no child born a poet full of awareness,
no dark poems about cemetery tombs.
Not a word written of life and all my glooms,
oh, terrible to think of no consciousness;
and no young woman who painted and hummed tunes.
Oh, what of my mom and dad and my grandma;
no forest walks holding hands with my grandpa !
My true essence floats in an infinite space,
long lush hair floating like a torn tangled dream;
I would have no soft skin, rosy cheeks, pale face,
no husband who had eyes like emerald green.
no verdant views, vaulted trees, vivid sky, place,
floating in a void of clouds I think ... I scream.
On the tomb no baby name engraved in stone;
for my baby boy was never born I moan !
Hummingbirds hover in my hollow chasm,
even a speck in void I can find beauty
oh, a world with no me is hard to fathom,
no complicated, poet often moody.
No writing with imagery and phantasm,
oh my gosh I would never be on soupy.
I ponder existence with no poetry;
no fantasy story, no sweet poesy !
Fourteen is yawnful and staring,
Lying around in pyjamas at noon,
Wondering, ‘What to do?’
Then scooping and gulping some sludge
From a tub in the fridge –
Until a parent full of peeves,
aged around forty,
Comes fuming and growling,
Banging and slamming
Until each glooms
In their room.
Fourteen and forty –
Leaving the cleaning-up
For tomorrow.
I look outside my window and stare
Is it me that feels so unaware?
My head spins lightly moving the pieces
I move them around make masterpieces
The world outside glooms so unkind
I want to grieve but it holds my mind
I shouldn’t be so dramatic
But I can’t help to admire the cinema-tics
I color and color until the paper is brown
I climb and climb and don’t look down
The world goes around as I watch
The puzzle fits but there’s one wrong notch
I push them together ignoring what’s wrong
Try to make them fit but they don’t belong
Sometimes things move too fast
I run and run but the past is the past
It comes like a train howling my name
Crushing the tracks without shame
Then I blink it all disappears
The storms in the background but right here it’s clear
So I stay in the path that I know
Watching the flowers grow and grow
Far from all I’ve left behind
Even if sometimes it crashes inside
I let it go and watch it fly
Watching the madness go on by
Letting my smile reply
Reflected gentle in the skies,
Moon and stars, strolling serenely
Laughing winds in shadow implies
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Listening for the chance to rouse
Phantastic that might prove keenly
Hidden away like the still mouse
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Dusk falls light against the spirit
Mounting dreads, seldom obscenely
Mighty moods, the heart can hear it
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Even the night cannot explain away
Hence, feelings dark, not so meanly
Nocturnal dread, filled with dismay
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Fanciful twilight falls softly
Echoing musings quite sheenly
Beguiling glooms, quite awfully
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Creations of the almighty are inexplicable,
The Bee Hummingbird to the blue whale or the elephant,
Each creature has a unique form and shape; admissible!
Whether they're the same in stamina is irrelevant...!
Umbrellas-like in multicolor; no handle to hold,
Jellies of strings and ribbons interior-decorate;
Though flexible as though frail creatures, they are truly bold,
Water-color-like, they camouflage and consume the bait...!
Their swimming is like ballet dance in colored costumes,
With poisonous spray how ghastly they paralyze their prey!
Midst sea horses and other animals are their great glooms,
Mystically and miraculously they thrive each day...!
Like lonely stars of the sky are jellyfish in the sea,
Midst changing and churning waters, they are merrily free...!!!
In laughter's sweet embrace, innocence blooms,
Where hearts dance freely, dispelling all glooms.
Within life's tapestry, a thread so pure,
A child's spirit, forever to endure.
With eyes wide open, they explore the new,
Curiosity sparking dreams anew.
Their laughter echoes, like a song of glee,
A reminder of the joy that sets us free.
In tender hugs and smiles, love finds its way,
A child's presence, a beacon each day.
They teach us lessons, unbeknownst to them,
Of empathy, forgiveness, love's precious gem.
Through their eyes, the world is bathed in wonder,
Each moment cherished, no cause to ponder.
With innocence as armor, they face the storm,
Their resilience guiding us to transform.
Their dreams ignite the spark of boundless hope,
As they weave tales with imagination's scope.
In their embrace, our spirits are revived,
Their purity of heart, forever prized.
Though time may pass, and age may dim our sight,
A child's essence keeps our inner flame alight.
For in their presence, we're forever enthralled,
As their joyous spirit calls us to be enthralled.
With words and vows
Of friends and foes
In each and every matter
I vow by Lord!
From Eden Yard
I'll write thee a letter
Of eves of blooms
In hues of glooms
In morning dew
In hovering dooms
In world and heavens matter
I'll write thee a letter
I'll ask dawn and dusky hues
To write a letter
On the waves
For centuries waited
I on shore
And searched thee
In the woodland caves
No answer came
No answer came
With quills of clouds
And teary ink
To thee I write a letter
Will thou me tell?
O gloomy bells!
Have ever seen
Thou in the world
The one who
Keys of heaven sells
If you can't see
If you can't sell!
Then I'll tell you better
I will write thee a letter
Of all the gloom
In sunken heart
Which broken dream
Thy soul hath fraught
What God in Book
On heavens wrought
In each and every matter
I'll write thee a letter
Roaring thunder booms
Inky shadow looms
Soft rain
Angry lightning fumes
Smoky vapour plumes
Wet lane
Heaven's water wombs
Harsh downpour assumes
Throb strain
Pit a pat refrain
I hear the campaign
Of sky
Pounding on my pane
Drenching dry terrain
Clouds cry
Nature's water reign
Petrichor again
Pleased sigh
Refreshing supply
Sure does gratify
Clears glooms
Raindrops moisten my
Earth and purify
Her rooms
Showers signify
Blessings poured from high
Hope blooms
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