"Food is our common ground, a universal experience." - James Beard
Spice-sweet-sour-salt-starch-blended
dumplings, like dim sum...
Fish, meat, or greeneries filled
enzyme-fiber-mixed
nutrient cuisines...
They thrill my
tongue...
Categories:
greeneries, food,
Form: Epulaeryu
The wind moves and swirls
in love to and fro
already it is morning
the cock crows and the world
standing still and stirring
if one look at horizon and the sky are all hither
and thither filled in clouds and beautiful like flowers
and greeneries
the river is cool and reflexive like a mirror
like the woods are fresh and tender
all is lovely and fine
how glee, how sweet is sometimes this life to tell?.
Categories:
greeneries, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
What a ravishing garden!
Tiny insects, flying birds,
There are reptiles too.
Life's best time going on.
Eucalyptus, teaks, neems,
Bamboos, cactus, roses.
Eyes gets coolness after—
Seeing all the greeneries.
Life is going like snail here,
Slowly slowly and calmly.
Life is going like monkeys,
Run, fun, jump, and eat.
Away from dust and dirt,
I'm enjoying the time of dusk.
No worries, only friends,
Life's best time going on!
Categories:
greeneries, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Sweet juices spilt Spring, free thee greeneries
ye lands amend, then weave to Summer's eve
ere its proclaim windswept name, a said leave
from Indian grabbed drum who beat the trees
sown years to be, made wholly thick of leaves
that fairs their surrender the length life cleave
presence parting, color-filled glimpses, grieve
end tone boughs under the rainbow it heaves.
Promised life gift wrap, belly breathless dews
touch, process the fallen heaps, hues go dark
as arched sensed the passing, a rainbow drift
abroad, probed closures, 'tis bit of year, clues
deem it's Autumn, chills stretch a wintry mark
tho' Thanksgiving's present in the swing shift.
Categories:
greeneries, autumn, inspiration, life, nature,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Tended with diligent care and toiling
Prayed for against pest attack so severe
Being nurtured by God’s bountiful grace
Our church gardens* are flourishing indeed.
Abundant green and leafy vegetables
Sway healthily exuding their nutrients:
Camote, alugbati, and sili
Likewise, ampalaya, talong, okra.
Herbarium corner shouts vim and vigor
Since herbs serve with supplements’ readiness
There’s aloe vera; here’s serpentina
Sambong on the right; herbabuena, too.
Hedged with bamboos are ornamental plants
Vines and ivies find solace in their nook
Robust bushes, “fortune” and “welcome” reign
As shrubs of pink petiole and red gold peep.
Blest to be refreshed from these garden sites
I then linger near the acasia tree
Savoring oxygen breathed out freely
Thanking the Creator for flora-wealth.
Such is our Botanical Ministry
Offering sweet replenishment from stress
With greeneries’ beauty of wellness strength
Toward invigorating service-bliss.
*Jeremiah 29:5 …Plant gardens, and eat the fruit of them.
June 11, 2020
4th place, "Garden" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 6/13/2020.
Categories:
greeneries, blessing, christian, creation, garden,
Form: Blank verse
Skyscrapers due to migration of folks
From villages and hamlets in strokes
Vehicular pollution due to crowded roads
Daily increasing are cars and mopeds
Gardens and greeneries like oasis
People smoking while walking
Some are drinking in artistic bars
Promotional pics and hoardings
No serious thought on health
Cities and metros full of poison
I feel there as if choked
Apartments capitols and concrete
Jungles without trees so pathetic
Shameless ads posing nudely
Driving harsh and so rudely
Categories:
greeneries, anger, anxiety, art,
Form: Lyric
Everything in this world is a fleeting illusion,
We live contented in unmitigated delusion,
What we can see perhaps is not quite as it is,
We hear the audible, not the sounds we miss.
In a pool of water, looks bent the immersed stick,
In the sky the eagle becomes a speck, is that a trick! Creatures hear ultra-sonic sounds, but why can’t we?
We should hear them too, if they are there in reality!
In the oases, the enticingly deceptive mirage we can see,
Pools of clear water, greeneries and swaying palm tree,
We hurry to moisten our parched lips, to quench our thirst,
But our hopes melt in the desert, our dreams are cursed.
When we see a writhing caterpillar crawling on a leaf,
It’ll fly as a butterfly, might be contrary to our belief,
On seeing a tadpole twirling merrily in waters deep,
We can’t imagine that one day as a frog it will leap.
It is all a false illusion and disastrous delusion my friend,
Nothing exists as it seems, from the beginning to the end,
A man is born helpless, a babe to gurgle, babble and cry,
But becomes a gargantuan bully, from an innocuous fry!
Categories:
greeneries, baby, butterfly,
Form: Rhyme
I live in a big city where the mother earth blessed us
with the friendly climate, refreshing greeneries and crops
So you can enjoy the serene beauty and forget stress
Since it's a rainfed area,farming relies on rain drops
The pongal- Festival of year harvest, is to unite
the city people despite their religious caste stages
Brihadeeswara temple,inscribed on UNESCO's site
Airavateswar temple, surviving thousand ages
Have convoluted stone carvings and intricate sculptures
Our lady of Lourdes Basilica,Nagore dargah are
nearer to us and we consider them as our treasures
Generous,obliging and ingenuous people we're
No religious split among us,Christians will go to mosques
Hindus to churches,Muslims to temples,we are unique
Categories:
greeneries, beautiful, blessing, culture,
Form: Sonnet
some
dark green
old trees
standing on
huge
older rocks
dressed in
even older
moss
carrying
unique tales
of worlds
of different
scales
Categories:
greeneries, nature, science,
Form: Free verse
On my way to discover what is Time??
I entered a place which was never mine.
Lush and green flowers welcomed me,
I was astonished and thanked God for not being mean again.
I could feel the swaying of leaves with slow wind,
As if I was hypnotized only by my mind.
Suddenly, the amazing view dispersed leaving me alone,
Now I could see the flood following my soul.
I was struck and pushed to a barren land,
I wonder where those greeneries and auspicious form gone,
Have they been engulfed by this hungry and thirsty sand?
“Don’t blame me”, sweet little flower popped out and said,
“Hey you”, it’s the way that leads to your heart,
Those were the transformations that it has gone coz of you,
Those were the tears of your soul, others never knew.
Categories:
greeneries, lost love,
Form: I do not know?