A picnic in a bird's
nest
cradled by the branch of a
tree,
under the shade of green
foliage
among birds in a picnic
spree!
Cradled by the branch of a
tree
sitting in the warmth of
velvet nest,
among birds in a picnic
spree
feeling lucky to be their
guest!
Sitting in the warmth of
velvet nest
listening to their sweet
song,
feeling lucky to be their
guest
among them for a whole
day long!
Listening to their sweet
song
dancing with them a little
bit,
among them for a whole
day long
enjoying their homely
treat!
Dancing with them a little
bit
sharing their joy and grief,
enjoying their homely
treat
it is sure a grand picnic!
Sharing their joy and grief
under the shade of green
foliage,
it is sure a grand picnic
a picnic in a bird's nest!
© 2011 kashinath
karmakar (8th May 2011)
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In a garden far away
full of dreams
full of prose
there lived a maiden
her name was Rose-
Amongst the flowers
amongst the trees
she dwelled each day
thinking on her endless pain
tears rescind her vagrant soul
christening the sun of each new day-
Then once upon the midnight hour
encasing her life
with so much power
the darkness came
and in that moment
she knew life
would never be the same-
She bled, she cried
not just her body
but all her sweet soul died-
Death as sweet as the jasmined air
took her within its arms
because never in life
did anyone care-
Her pain now gone
she finally rests
in her blessed garden
she loved the best-
How I dread that time of the night
Lights out as I wait anxiously
To fall asleep, encounter dreams
My subconscious delivery
Will they be sweet and filled with peace?
Or will dreams take a different course
If spicy food has been consumed
Nightmares display severe remorse
Some say dreams reflect the future
Counselors say they reflect past acts
But where do the monsters come from?
Those who try to whack with axes!
So as I lay me down to sleep
I pray for dreams that bring sweet thoughts
With loving hearts we approach day
“Lights Out!” Anxieties increase
*For Dane Ann's "Lights Out" Contest
These strings hum sweetly and,
Paint my heart black.
Black with a hint of bitter temptation.
Like the lust on her crimson lips,
Which I do kiss.
To attain a sweet salvation,
That comes and goes like the,
Trickling of sand in an hourglass.
A sweet salvation forever etched,
In my mind as it marinades for eons to come.
Dear sweet child,
it's time for bed
I'll tell you a story,
kiss your sweet head
Lay down with your blanket,
your night light is lit
And you'll fall asleep,
as you listen to it
Far off in a land,
where nobody goes
Peaches and Apples,
and the strawberry grows
Streams are all full,
of most colorful fish
Lakes full of ice cream,
eat all you wish
You'll wake in the morning,
to a wondrous sunrise
Hear the sweet songbird,
in the air as it flies
Run all day long,
with a kite on a string
See a pond full of Swans,
what a beautiful thing
Up in the trees,
a Squirrel and a Dove
So close together,
I think they're in Love
A Cat and a Mouse,
at run in a field
The Mouse chases the Cat,
Now, that can't be real
The Moon now is rising,
now it's time for sleep
Close your sweet eyes child,
In, your dreams will soon creep
Until tomorrow,
when it's bedtime again
Another story, I'll tell you
I know how it ends
There's a sweet melody in that room
Close to God on his shining throne
For Kenny is singing in perfect tune
Accompanied by David's harp and croon
Kenny is singing the sweetest song
There's a sweet melody in that room
Kenny's crown is reflecting glory shone
Know that he never did any wrong
For Kenny is singing in perfect tune
Jesus just loves to hear him sing a tune
Some of the most melodious songs
There's a sweet melody in that room
Chirp, chirp, chirp he croons
All the angels join in the throng
For Kenny is singing in perfect tune
Gifted with the voice of gold
Singing now tunes all untold
There's a sweet melody in that room
For Kenny is singing in perfect tune
A sweet baby’s cry
Young and restless
Never wanting
To be left alone
Always needing
To be held safe
From harm, there
In mother’s sweet arms
My clippers snipped on ruthlessly,
As if they were on their own.
I pondered on the short, sweet life
This once lovely rose had known.
Yesterday's blossom must give way
For one waiting in the womb.
She had held her head so proudly
As she offered her comely bloom.
While in the bud she had dreamed of how,
Her beauty would startle the world.
The bee and the butterfly were there
As her sweet fullness unfurled.
They were her only admirers
As she flirted and primped and preened.
Charlatans come to sip from her,
Her moment of glory demeaned.
Regretting the loveliness I had missed,
I held her gently for a while,
Then dropped her faded remains into
The swelling refuse pile.
So it can be with humans too,
We're each given one shining hour
In which to activate our dreams
And show the world our power.
That moment missed, our chance is gone,
We are slipping the downward way,
With no one to listen as we shout,
"You should have seen me yesterday."
Won 4th place