I want to believe that this world is the best place to live.
I wish that one day I could be proud of what I believe.
I want to believe that all men love each other and the difference between them is not much.
I wish to believe that no discrimination or gradation is done between human being as such.
I would want to believe that it’s never the end until it’s all good and satisfying.
I wish we all have the attitude of goodness, love and we all are caring.
I wish my dream of being happy, lucky and contented always comes true.
I want to believe that problems for us either don’t exist or are very few.
I wish that all my beliefs turn into a beautiful reality some day.
God please listen to all my wishes and answer them as this is what I daily pray.
~ A Poem on the Parsha* ~
'In the Sinai Desert'
A wilderness - barren, desolate
that snakes and scorpions populate
Flat, sand-swept, open to all
who yearn to hear Eternity's call
There God led His new nation
Spoke to three million, atop a mountain gradation
On Horeb, the lowliest of them
face-to-face ~ Moses and Jerusalem
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*'Parsha' is Hebrew for (loosely) 'portion.' Every Sabbath
a portion of the Five Books of Moses is read in the
synagogue. In a year's time, all five books are completed,
and the grand occasion is celebrated at the last holiday
of the Fall Harvest Season, 'Simchas Torah.' (lit., 'Rejoic-
ing with the Law.'). This Sabbath, the portion read is titled
'In the Desert,' from the Book of Numbers 1:1 - 4:20.
In poetry I devalue form
I care for poetic gradation
and the relevant message
A Eunuch(kinner)On Train
A beautiful lady in saree,
sat beside, in a hurry.
In a local train,
to reach ‘Howrah’ in rain .
Dressed in vibrant,
female in appearance.
Suddenly,
she clapped her fingers apart,
on her seat,
When asked to push a bit.
She misunderstood,
A manly voice emerged.
“Why should I stand” she budged.
Unstoppable she burst.
“Why are we only cursed?”
“We are the third gender in position.
Male, female and kinner from generation.
For a moment, i sat there numb.
Without uttering , like a dumb.
I could read her insecure mind a lot.
“Aren’t they humans?” I thought.
“Where are they at fault ?”
By default a twist in their life arrives.
Dismissed they are to be a wife,
nor husband by chance.
“How do their living enhance?”
No gradation, opportunities,nor education.
They earn their living in hesitation.
Discarded at every place.
Let’s stop this gender race in grace.
Heavenly mist of fantasies alike
Enveloped in a shroud of wonder
The glorious culmination of deep desire
Void of pragmatic, logical gradation
Allow illustrious visions to transpire
For anchored dreams weather the soul
Bite Size Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
5/24/2021
A chill in the air denotes a season of changing,
And fall colors abound so vividly vibrant
Evoke curious stares from a worthy aspirant
While blankets of leaves fall, gently arranging.
October's crisp kiss, a beholding so wondrous,
Takes open air dances, a flutter - susurration -
Paint brushstrokes in sophisticated gradation
Temptations to surrender, a state of peace so slumberous.
A celebration of grandeur is this Autumn Light,
Awakened by magic finally there to emit
Mellowing beauty now softly moonlit
Along with teeming shadows brought by midnight.
Written 10.1.2020
October Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
~ The Universe Spins Round ~
Joy and Light
Shining Bright
Waves of Tranquility
Ocean to Sea
Galaxies, Suns
Combine as One
Illumine Mankind
His Cosmic Mind
Woods and Forests
Nuance and Gradation
While Winds and Rain
Bring forth Vegetation
O! The Universe spins Round
In Timeless Syncopation
While Poets scribble Madly
In Verbose Adoration
July 16, 2020
Strand Completely New (21) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
MEMORY
I missed rank and prize in Examination
When in Eighth standard just by one mark.
I was extremely shocked, no consolation.
The injustice gave me terrible jerk.
I was determined to stand First next year.
I succeeded and showed progress report to Dad.
Dad hugged me and told ‘My child, Dear,
Your success matters more than mine, I am so glad.'
In later life I felt exact same emotion,
while caring for daughters to raise them up.
Their joy and success seemed my up gradation.
My own demand was next to follow up.
07/10/19
Tenth Place
'Childhood Memories' Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Wobbly knees wheeze and tease
Dark thoughts fumbling, tumbling and rumbling in the mind
Which can no longer squeeze proportion peas
From thought processes, procedures and systems gone blind
In the wake of the disaster
Determined to scupper efforts
I summon to master faster
Techniques and strategies to rescue ports and forts
In which hides the succor
With the potential to dismiss the blues
Whose rancor
Fed up with queues and incomplete clues
Threaten to overwhelm vestiges of peace and calm
My world once knew
As avalanches of harm
Primed to strike anew
Sweeping, wiping off from my soul
Traces of confidence
Whose sole goal stole
From my predicament the credence cadence
That slowly began to pave the way for hope
To return
My state of affairs to normalcy to prop
Up the urn
In which ashes of despair
Began to evaporate
To initiate by gradation the repair
Process and flair in which dark thoughts could neither elaborate harm nor collaborate.
spectrum of colors
visual perceptions
she ..is .. sobbing
on my chest
church bell strikes three
at the distance
smooth gradation of
intense love
flipping thoughts of
insecurity
turbulence sets
naked nails bleeding
fulminant blood flows
with a rush of longing
9.31 am
july 19 2016
Light and Dark-
we speak in contrasts
easier to resolve
than the shades between
(fine lines of gradation
that truly define)
If we were basic color…
then amalgams of dim and bright
would do-
but our specie is far more elusive,
somewhere between wrong and right
everything really of old
and everything possibly new…
TIME MAY CHANGE SOON!!
Absence of leaves can not impede on my happiness,
Absence of green color cannot ruin my prettiness.
Don't be confounded if am not giving oxygen,
Don't be astounded if I am not able to show gradation.
Don't interpret me wrongly if I am not offering shade,
Don't conclude me inferior if am unfruitful and fade.
I am hopeful as standing fearless and straight,
I am exceptional possessing a distinct trait.
No worries, time may change soon,
And I may appear with full bloom.
Turn of events may change the position,
Rain of blessings may yield a conversion.
Don't be so quick to judge someone,
Nothing is permanent, anything may happen.
Burning daylight
Burnt the whole daylight
and entered the dark,
Only to learn plight
of firefly that glowed in the dark,
Burnt the whole daylight
to find the spark,
Lost in depressive fight
else had touched high as skylark,
Burnt the whole daylight
to hide the shame,
Of unfairly attained delight
else had not brought dis fame,
Burnt the whole daylight
in kindness and good intent,
For sound sleep of the night
of peace and content,
Burnt the whole daylight
in gaining education,
Studying also at night
for better gradation,
Burning the whole daylight
life was an absolute waste,
Knowledge rose to height
but humanity lost its taste !
Written May 6th, 2015
For contest by John Lawless
We were at school together
Was one of our group.
But boys not on my mind
Too much studying to do.
We went out and about
As friends do.
Gradually i noticed
A group became two.
Always together,
Silently studying I know
We have exams to pass,
University to go.
We separated then
Each went our own way.
Meet up in the holidays
So much to say.
Gradation at last
Homeward bound.
Take up where we finished
Now time is allowed.
We start our careers
Meet up when we can
I realised at last
This was the man.
But fate was in store
Not on our side
He got cancer
In two years was dead
Been a long time in that tunnel
Where you can hide
Til you are ready
To reach other side
Now I can face the world again
So I write poetry and paint .
Have my work,
Geez, I sound like a saint
Not looking for love
It will find me.
Have the constant companion
In my rescue boxer Tilly.
I DON’T KNOW
So what’s wrong with saying “I don’t know”
When your poem is good, and feels just so?
A technical requirement to state categorically
What you have said, albeit metaphorically.
Like asking Einstein to place his e=mc2 formula
Neatly in the correct position on a page of algebra
Otherwise he will lose marks and gain only “C”
Or ordering Michaelangelo to sign properly
So that his paintings may be in a catalogue
And the gallery guide can give her monologue.
Or what if Curie was given a low academic gradation
For fooling around with radium and radiation?
Or Sir Humphrey Davy, remembered with odium
For accidentally stumbling on the discovery of Sodium:
Imagine his schoolteacher fillng out the report card -
“Davy is disorganized and needs to work hard”
So please allow poets to say that they do not know
The category into which they must go.
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