I don't know my father or my mother.
Do I see my sister and my brother
in this lovely garden here?
Who is the scruffy, scraggly stray?
Who invited him here, anyway?
(Oh, my goodness! Oh, my dear!)
I did not ask to sprout and be born.
thought the lonely weed, forlorn,
so thoughtlessly reviled.
About then, Jack Frost would arrive,
saying, "May the heartiest of you survive",
leaving only something wild.
Stolen kisses
After Sunday prayers
This brings me back to my vineyard days
Playing fools
Feeling like warriors
Humming the song of the mockingjays
Walking glistening streams
Dreaming sizable dreams
Under moonlight beams
Caught in a violet haze
Promises kept,
What can’t be said will be wept
I’ll find my way to you in every maze
My heartiest devotion
To this fleeting notion
Vows whispered gently
Now written in blood
For the longest I believed that time decays
But you’ve restored the faith of my vineyard days
In the meadow a frosty morning chill
Greets a lazy, rising autumn sun until
Warming rays melt the remaining dew
Heavily-clad, I shall think of you,
As I start my morning walk to the hill.
The path is slippery, requiring some skill
I am especially careful not to take a spill
In these moments, I shall remember you
In the meadow.
‘Tis hard not to notice the cold-snap kill
Since I love the meadow, it’s a bitter pill
All that remains is the heartiest feverfew
With crystalline hints of bold derring-do,
Strolling along, I shall think of you still
In the meadow.
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
Written October 29, 2022
Submitted to "2022 Marathon Mile 19" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Let there be dawn, let there be rising dawn
By gratefulness of God which is awaken in the temple of heart,
In limitless joy, incessant love
By looking at the whitish-golden morning sunny ray
Let there be dawn, let there be rising dawn
In the bloomed meditation of intuitions,
By wandering of wisdom in the rhythm of poetry
Killing the ego by the introspection
Let there be dawn, let there be rising dawn
For you, mine, all of us
In the constant global humanity
By the unadulterated heartiest definition
04.03.2021 Chattogram
Hearts hear happiness breathing
Heavenly hope free of grieving
Hesitating a healing hearth leading
Home that happens to be heaving
Harm that has heard the pleading
Haunting hastening toward the meaning
Horse and buggy that hauls a load
Handles the hollow form of the code
Heartened heart who has always rode
Hoarded heavily inside their abode
Hoping to heal the heartiest ode
Having hopefulness which has flowed
Hallucinating a haven that might explode
Horseplay which leaves all of creation
Hope of a second chance to avoid temptation
Heaven happens to heal every relation
Hastening us all to last through the duration
Hues of angelic halos remind us of salvation
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
December 6, 2020
Again alone
In the dark side of my imagination
My expectations..
Creating a heartiest moment to breathe
But snatching it away in a second
This is expectation..
Making you the queen of your world
But ruining your world at the next time
This is expectation..
I am not sick of it
But just have stopped expecting from unwanted people
Because my expectations are bound to my life
Time changes
Priority changes
And life changes
And you .. yourself have to change
Start expecting from yourself
Because others are busy in expecting too.
Here the I am
into me alive
for the next breath
from the lungs
here my blood circulation
step by step circling
into my body
for every next second
here my eyes absorb
the visible sight
to cross the present
and the ears hear saliently all
to gain the processing of thoughtful journey
here I'm alive within me
for the hope
here
o the hope desires all me
and makes alive
from the dark rider night to the light breeding shining sun
o the hope desires heartiest
to bring me into the shape of rejuvenated spring
after the biting cold winter
here the hope desires
a rose where
I'm the bud and the fragrance is YOU
to live alongside shaped to unshaped
-December 10, 2019 Chattogram
The day I walked down the aisle,
I knew you were mine.
Years gone by to nine;
I still want you for a lifetime.
Today, I will remember.
With or without flowers;
Still, I will treasure.
Since forever can never be measured.
Consider this a cliché;
Or I may sound a little clingy;
‘Coz after all these years;
You’re still my favorite, for a tete-a-tete;
While gorging ourselves on our favorite gourmet;
The journey may still be long.
Arguments may come along.
But this I’ll tell you, to you I belong.
And cuddling may take all night long.
Though your surprises never seems to catch me like awe.
Yet your humor drives me to the heartiest guffaw.
Now I want you to know.
I still feel the same, the day I say my “I DO.”, nine years ago.
"This is not a Poem,
its a Heartiest Talk..
It touches Heart directly lyk,
Key opens the Lock.."
"Opening the Lock means,
sharing Friendship with Heart..
Feelings must be Pure,
that's ReLation's Best part.."
Some Personalities are Sweet,
just like a Cadbury Perk..
Some are quite Unique,
dedicated to their Hard Work.."
"Among those Unique names,
She is One of them..
Who is, for Her Family,
just lyk a Precious Gem.."
"She cleared ProbLems easily,
in a Sure Success Ride..
As she is Blessed with,
her FamiLy's Knowledge Guide.."
"Have aLL SmiLing Moments,
with My FaithfuL Greetings..
Your Life Be PLeasuring forever,
with God TruthfuL Treatings.."
Some Friends are Sweet,
some of them cute..
Their Nature is just like,
7 Rhythms of a Flute..
RAINBOW has 7 colors,
which shows Nature’s Beauty..
Taking Care of Our Friendship,
will be our regular Duty..
All are Awesome, Ambitious,
Brilliant & Cutie Mate..
Also Linient, Loveable for Me,
& so much Delicate..
Their Friendship with Me,
is my Golden Treasure..
Also, their True Feelings,
really My Heartiest Pleasure..
Beautiful Day with someone Special,
means sharing Shiney Gladness..
Also, by Decent Talks,
blow away all the Sadness..
My Thoughts for them,
always be Judicial & Clear..
As, I can’t see in their Eyes,
a Single Droplet of Tear..
Not an artificial but,
a Pure & Natural Greet..
Sweet Smiles on their face,
will be My Beautifull Day’s Treat..
My Heart enjoys a lot,
in this Spring season..
Do you wanna know,
what's the main reason....
..
I get Special feelings,
for My pals to share..
As they are Heartiest,
I take proper care....
..
As clouds floats with,
delicate air breeze plates..
Same My Life moves,
with Sweet Heart Mates....
..
Magical sound comes from,
continuous flow of river..
Here I am suffering from,
magical True Friends' fever....
..
True Friendship book is,
coloured with faithful paints..
Pure Blessings protects relation,
like as of Truthful Saints....
..
Respect every person either,
boy or a girl..
You'll find a Beautiful,
relationship like a Pearl....
..
Friendship is a subject where,
Understanding matters a lot..
Care, Dedication & Time,
strengthens this Relationship Pot....
It is better to have loved
and lost
than to never have loved at all - - - - -
You then get to taste
the full spectrum of emotions
that define us
as human beings.
The highs of being in love
to depths of breakup
Joys of companionship to
reflections of loneliness
Exhilarations of a relationship
envelope mildest hours,
trespass upon sanctities
of heartiest seclusions
dripping by lackluster
innuendos perplexed within
tripping feelings surpassed
by joys of indulgences
tempered with illuminations
of times past.
THE HEART OF CHRISTMAS Acrostic
Twinkling Bethlehem star bright in sky.
How I wonder, holy and divine.
Eve of Grand Christmas to glorify.
Honouring social ties, bonds of love,
Echoes of jingle bells rang ding-dong.
A Carol sung in sweet symphony
Rhythmic dance to take part and observe.
Throbbed joyous heart of ceremony.
Overwhelmed each participant
Fantastic party too jubilant.
Christmas Celebration is Great. Cheers!
Heartiest welcome to kith and kin.
Ready to greet guests with joyful tears,
Invoking all to be intense - keen.
Strings of sparkling lights sway with garlands
Tapestry of Jesus hangs in glee.
Majestic Mary gracefully stands.
Santa Claus put beside Christmas Tree.
11/28/16
The 'dusk' has arrived
The sun has willingly bowed
Down the silver lined Clouds
With departure framed waves
Encompassing luminous Rays,
As I sit by the window of solitude
Watching the 'dusk ' in control,allowing the dawn to emerge,
There lies a perfumed silence of your feathered touch
That’s broken by the ticking of time..
Perchance amidst my Heart,
A peculiar numbness rests
As an empty vessel must feel
And images captured in reel
Deep inside, poetry is clove hitched
Amidst my throbbing Heart
And my trembling lips are stuck
To extract voluptuous words
For I’ve battled for hours, darling
Yet fluttering like Caterpillars
They deny settling on the white
Blank paper enveloped on my lap
Memories smitten by your Love,
Vigor and dynamic persona
Have kept me awake all night long
So much so that I blush in hush
If solitude is that intoxicating
Then I’d yearn to march endlessly
To catch one little reminiscence
Of our heartiest conversation
How I long for a Rendezvous
With this sumptuous solitude
To write a chronicle of our fondness
But your Name itself suffices.
My Christmas
To me Christmas is a Grand Celebration
irrespective of any religion,
world- wide accepted by every nation.
Exchange of warm wishes is prime.
Entertainment and heartiest Greeting
cheerful, joyful, beautiful meting
of friends, relatives, family and sibling
yearns to enjoy the festive time.
Happy birthday to Jesus, the Great Personality
I do not value Hinduism or Christianity.
By birth though Hindu, I honour only Humanity
the unique religion I like to follow.
Each year I decorate Christmas Tree.
I hang stars, jingle bells to swing free.
I invite my loved ones and make merry.
Bright candles are lighted and delighted to glow
12/24/15
What does Christmas mean to you Contest
Sponsor Matt caliri
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