A woman's heart is like an ocean of secrets
It is full of love
Full of faith
In her deepth
So many breath
So many breaks of life
So many takes of life
A lot of dreams
A lot of love
A lot of kindness
A lot of willness
There are so many issues
So many raise
But Still
A woman's heart never loose courage.......
Categories:
jain, woman, women,
Form: Rhyme
I
O saints, creatures cast as masterpieces by VASTNESS
If you would just create space for the OTHER
You would sense how we are connected, closer THAN
Your own breath. O how my heart aches to convey THIS
II
Monet at Giverney saw God in the Garden, looked at his LIMITING BRUSH
And despaired of ever conveying the life and Qi, primal ENERGY
In flowers, but he took courage, faith in colors, ON HIS CANVAS
Albert had the largest canvas; Einstein, awed child OF THE UNIVERSE
III
You, too, have had the numinous encounter! I have it with THE WORD
You continue with the palette, carving wood, stone, GARDEN
As after Church worship, I visit the sick, LIVING THE LIVING WORD
We discover the gospel of our familyhood. I CELEBRATE MY MONET LISA
IV
Now stringing all the capitalized end-words, I dedicate my soul thus:
"Vastness Other Than This Limiting Brush
"Energy on HIS Canvas of the Universe
"The WORD, Garden, LIVING THE LIVING WORD,
"I CELEBRATE MY MONET LISA"
Categories:
jain, analogy, atheist, bible, father
Form: Didactic
MY THANKS IN KIND
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In monorhyme
I'll give you some time.
Your prefered choice of poetry, no crime.
Of the birds on Thor pond, that's so divine!
Ornithology is indeed a hobby of mine,
photography too, simply sublime..
However a trip to India I'll have to decline,
A virtual reality visit would be perfectly fine.
Reading your monorhymes' has helped me refine
My writting in general and this poem is my thanks in kind.
Categories:
jain, thank you,
Form: Monorhyme
Sanmati, my guide, though is callow
Abnormal not in knowledge, not a bozo.
Negotiates well joy broad or narrow;
Merry as a lamb, sharp as an arrow –
Agile as a gymnast, as sweet as a cello.
Time and again found, never let her gizmo,
Ignoring angry love or any strict credo
Jib her down to cry and sit quietly in shadow.
Almighty will design her future like dido
Illuminating the world with skills and less ego.
Never be dull or extra-ordinary – no one follow.
Categories:
jain, daughter,
Form: Monorhyme
Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline.
Aside puts cold anger and does repine
Negative things in her life, but always supine
Merry things about the wide world divine.
Against me or her things she despise saline.
Tough tenderness she got for me in palatine,
Ignoring angry love or a speck on her tine
Jot down related things like family of feline.
Almighty may support her in future design
Illustrating Triumph and Failure, outshine
Nebo by her sweet behavior saccharine.
Categories:
jain, daughter,
Form: Monorhyme
Sanmati, my source, is completely mine
As she never missed going to shrine.
Nor does she move slowly like a bovine.
Much was done to munch through byline
Against me or her to bypass or to confine.
Thanks to expedition that made her whine
Inner talents, flairs, bents and gifts fine.
Jain are we: active is she; before deadline
All her work is complete – quality divine.
Illegitimacy! Come thou and pour wine
Near those who still soar for heavenly design.
Categories:
jain, daughter,
Form: Monorhyme