Ann Bressingtons a 'true blue' who had to tell it straight
In Adilaide she ' made the grade' on agenda 21, old mates.!
I had a dream where you were my super girl
My Heroine, the one that could save my heart from breaking
My heroin my worst addiction
You were in my veins
Running in my blood into my heart
Raising me higher I became high
I felt safe with you in my veins
You drove away my pain
Without pain I did gain
A girl, my super heroine
My super girl
With your power you raised me to the stars
Hoping I could see Krypton
So I'd meet your parents
But it was already destroyed
Then we held on to our love
I awoke, maybe a fairy tale would prosper
We live happily ever after, in my day world
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The nayika (heroine) sets out
to meet her beloved against all odds
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Dreams in mind, hope in heart,
On the way am I to meet my sweetheart,
My mind in turmoil, tumult of passion
Seeking fruition, to end long separation,
None can stop whose mind’s made,
Of no one and none whoso afraid,
My heart feels free from all masked plight,
Naught can stop me from meeting him tonight,
And embrace him despite it all,
Notso can my made-up-mind stall,
Abhisarika I’m, let all world know,
No Vyabhicharika, on wayward go.
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Natya Shastra | 02.02.2025 | Free verse,
Note: This is second of Ashta-Nayikas, eight heroine types, as classified in a Sanskrit treatise on performing arts in Bharata’s Natya-Shastra. The state (avastha) of the eight romantic heroines widely themed in Indian paintings, literature, sculpture, classical dance forms and music. Abhisarika is the second of the eight such heroines depicted here in poetic form. Vyabhichar refers to adultery, extramarital sex, infidelity, or betrayal in marriage.
One among the eight heroine types keen (utkanthita)
to end separation (viraha) from her beloved
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My eyes long for one glimpse of thy visage
That eludes me like a mirage,
My arms ache imagining thy embrace
When will I see thou face to face?
All I desire, thy touch bereft for long,
O come, enliven the lonely notes of my song,
Come, let me remedy the cause
Of thy leaving me, what so hurting was,
Let not go waste this sandal paste on my forehead,
Let not these fresh flowers fade,
Nor kohl in eyes with my tears spread,
This golden belt on waist,
These silver anklets, all my ornaments,
And womanhood of my garments,
Join me to plead: O let no more time waste.
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Natya Shastra | 01.02.2025 |
Note: This is first of Ashta-Nayikas, eight heroine types, as classified in a Sanskrit treatise on performing arts in Bharata’s Natya-Shastra. The state (avastha) of the eight romantic heroines widely themed in Indian paintings, literature, sculpture, classical dance forms and music. Virahotkanthita, suffering separation, is the first of the eight such heroines depicted here in poetic form.
Some call me Jill, a jealous kid
I write rhymes for you to read
I’m Jack’s bosom friend
Our friendship has no end.
I’m not jealous at all
I save him in every fall
Like the incident on the hill
I’m strong to work on a treadmill.
I always remind Jack to be nimble
With smiles showing my dimple
I go with his wife once in a while
To share my healthy life’s style.
I give him pie every Christmas
And say, "You are loved by Jesus"
While pulling its plum with joy
He says, "Jesus, I’m a good boy."
My journey of blood
Sword of viscera and steel
The Black Rose Thorn Queen
Giant tiger laid herself over the enormous hill.
Staring down the tanks, guns and soldiers down there still.
She knew on the other side of the hill was an elementary school.
Tiger stood guard until the army got frightened by her toothy drool.
The soldiers began to turn away, terrified by the giant beast.
She held her ground, staring them down, anticipating a feast.
The few who ventured up there got gobbled up right away.
Only the villagers knew who the giant tiger had saved that day.
She was their heroine now, and they made a national Tiger Day.
They took care of her the rest of her life and her babies Tom and Tay.
Few creatures had ever saved them from a fate like this.
They adored their super hero tiger, whose name was Missy Miss.
I’ll let the pillows style my hair
And my morning breath won’t be fair
If you don’t want me then I don’t care
I’m in a haunting mood of truth beware
I can be who I am within my head
The thoughts I have like spam bleeding red
Of me trying so hard to be perfect
When no one is it’s not even worth it
I’m a girly girl at my best heart
Painting my nails dressing myself so sharp
Wearing my heart on my sleeve like art
Playing the tease using light and dark
But there are days I must be fire
Slaying a dragon and lifting higher
Than worldly things and carnal desire
To be the heroine that I inspire
This Venus mars thing of women and men
Seem like a game I’m not even in
Seems such a shame while he smiles
My brain’s wondering will he stick around
Into our lives, God manifests in various ways.
He protects us from every stupid deed.
In the era of Esther – the biblical days,
This lovely woman was made Persia’s queen.
Today vice president holds great significance.
And Kamala Harris can emulate Esther’s glory--
A powerful place in the political landscape
And a chance to be the heroine of the story.
With shootings and corruption brewing a funk,
What will be done to save our people from harm?
Will the Lord empower her to wield His influence,
Before the silent majority raises a monstrous storm?
10/21/2033
The serene sunset at my back.
The realization, I reached the top,
And, in completion, that was that.
The acceptance of my life as it is.
No bloody need to prove I was best.
Such divine completion, sans explanation.
The sun had gone, first star winked at me.
Soft, warm, winds rustled my wild hair
Of this poetic heroine, high on a hill!
Panagiota Romios
Poem 3
“In My Own Style”
Her flaming red hair is gently brushed by the winds, while her earthly eyes shine the most as she rides her motorcycle. A white and gray polished building she encounters. She touches the brake, stopping the vehicle flawlessly. She’s home. Just where she belongs. She opened the door and was greeted by tons of people, whom she calls her family. The war is finally over. It caused bloodshed and sacrifices. However, it also causes a family to get back together, to fully embrace each other, and to reach the hands of one another. Natasha Romanoff felt alive seeing everyone smile right before her, seeing them make it without her, seeing that her sacrifices were worth a lot, and seeing that they might have nearly lost but they didn’t because of her.
03/03/2023, Marvel And Dc Superhero Or Supervillian Poetry Contest, Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
My Heroine in life,
is my Aunt Imojean.
She was a Soldier,
in Nineteen Forty-Three.
When they sent the "Boy's" in,
That's France, Normandy.
Then, on the sixth Day,
They sent Imojean.
She was an officer
in the United States Army.
She served in triage,
in Normandy.
The "Boy's "the Boy's",
A Stark Reality.
Why Do We Do It,
She Said to Me,
We Do it for US,
And We Choose to live Free.
My Heroine in Life,
is my Aunt Imojean.
She came through all that,
Back to Michigan Land.
Worked Pontiac Finance,
Brave Ladies' in France.
She's, A Saint and Inspiration,
She is all, of these things.
My Heroine in Life,
Earned Her, Angles Wings.
.
My Heroine Poetry Contest
Sponsored By:
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Aug 4th, 2022.
In the troubled times of the fifties,
when the family was adrift in unrest,
my mother strived to settle down secured,
making a home in a land unknown.
She gave a precious gift, a nest, I needed
for my rootless uncertain life,
from where I could spread my wings
in the seamless sky and had flown.
I soared high and far beyond the horizon,
under the caring cover of her weary wings,
my boundless ascending aspirations
the wild winds couldn’t blow away.
I live in the lasting shadow of her undying love,
suffuse my memory with gratitude,
for it’s her loving hands
that sculpted me what I have become.
She has left me to reside
in her new abode a long time ago.
When in the bejeweled sky of pining night
I see the north star glisten bright,
guiding me to my final destination,
I then find my heroine mother
shine as the faraway star,
in the realm of the stellar heaven.
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July 24, 2022
Contest : To Honor My Hero
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
"Go tell the Spartans, thou who passest by,
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie."
--Simonides
She has the condolences of a whole nation,
a single mom taking up arms
helping her brothers-in-arms,
shot in the face by sniper fire,
a quick heroic affair.
She was a store clerk and a bread winner,
her son was autist and in special care.
Her mom received the text in Leviv,
didn’t dare to show her relative.
When the war stops I’ll break it to him,
until then what’s the use to bother him?
In this case her judgment was upward bound,
spun the accolade of noble fount.
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