He and his wife lived in a big two-story house
No one ever asked if he was a man or a mouse
Most people thought that he was mean
It's true that he would often let off steam
He was a friend of my dad
when I was just a lad.
But I saw him as my friend
And sat with him now and then
I thought him to be strong and brave.
He often helped us kids to be well behaved.
I remember back then when sunny days were long,
and kids couldn't wait to grow us and leave home.
Much of my leisure time was spent with Mr. Bains
Talked mostly about everyday life and baseball games.
Romance craves wide enough space to dance,
Neighbours as need betwixt them good fence,
For love is a river, pool nor pond,
Apart stand banks though each to each fond…
Let breeze from heaven blow ever hence.
As two mutual cups fill, drink from own,
Let love leave leisure time all alone,
Though close by, alone stand strings of lute
To quiver quite in sync or all mute,
Harmony hails one’s very own tone.
Together, but hang no close to heart,
Pillars of a temple stand apart,
Oak, Cypress that so taller are made,
Seldom can grow in each other's shade,
Stay apart, playing apportioned part.
____________________
Musings | 05.03.2006 | freedom, love, Quintain
Note: Original by Kahlil Gibran, interpretation done in anapaest meter, Quintain (limerick) in construction, not in mood.
That phrase describes products that
succeed through inherent quality,
solving real world problems
It worre a 45 minute leisure time,
the interludes one tempo to another
The inconsistency of proportion had to
be managed in order fo
r both tempos could have way.
the resolution of our discontent
stifled the progression which
had been natural and pleasant.
Until her centered need divided the concerns of
all who had interest in the project
it became easier for her to modulate
proves attempts to alter beliefs are
Both weak and unsuccessful
one who inspires might find there
the undue influencing to cover them
without knowing such is in accordance
Aquiver the excitement of being influential
is different from the shamefulness of
being looked at as someone
will to cast a spell on you to have you as?
The core components and music is
the actual performance in which style
or genre the song works best for
the audience and performer
the need to know why she
wished to brainwash him startlede
Beauty fills the meadows,
Hope no longer lingers in the shadows,
Every day feels like a fresh start,
As budding flowers greet the sun's warm heart,
There’s a lavish display of colours.
The fragrance of spring’s blossoms fills Mama’s room,
Gone is the gloom of yesterday’s doom,
She spends her leisure time in the garden,
Saying it helps her exhale and unburden,
The glory of spring brings so many blessings.
Dracula would go on adventure
and loved to drink in local culture,
but he discovered, alas,
that strange food gave him gas,
not to mention one heck of an ulcer.
During a weekend in Cincinnati
he met some women who were quite chatty;
but their lewd and crude talking
was really quite shocking
and it simply drove him quite...batty.
In Bucharest, he became fascinated
by a vampire he later dated.
She was a Contessa
whose name was Vein-essa
and she liked her tea de-coffin-ated!
They would travel to museums and shows
and especially enjoy art nouveau;
but they most liked to spend
leisure time with a friend:
the vampire artist Vincent Vein Gogh.
Not gifted with bronze, silver or golden voice
But singing karaoke is my choice
It’s my number one favorite hobby
While seated in my room or at my lobby.
I oftentimes take my cute microphone
Connected by Bluetooth into my cellphone
I sing spiritual and worship songs first
Then on love songs, I’m totally immersed.
I also sing with my ukulele
As happy as I was still dancing ballet
My singing hobby takes all my stress away
So, I sing after work and leisure time, night or day.
Future problems
To put a water pipe into a trench took many men
now a digging machine makes a trench in a few hours
we accept this saves money, aching backs, and time
These days office work can be done by a computer
newspapers lament the passing of the middle-class
who protest suddenly the ghost of the dole is real.
The medical professionals are nervous too, AI can learn
the skills needed in Latin, do not need a coffee break
and perform operations with steady hands
what I find hilarious is the demise of lawyers grasping
hands AI can learn every law book written and every argument used in legal disputes.
Since the relevant classes are no longer needed they can
form a union and march through empty streets since car driving is no longer needed and taxi drivers are sent back to school to become social workers, since it might be difficult for an AI to understand what humans are talking about, we gave them leisure time and now they hate us
If we can find the stress point where AI breaks down, we can eradicate it and get our jobs back.
The sweetness of doing nothing in a day
On umber earth and mid birds singing in spring.
Spending leisure time in a suspended
Bed hung up by each end between two trees.
We sit gazing at the heavens in the clear night sky,
A theater of dancing stars flitting with the moon.
Hymn lull of tickling leaves as the breeze blows
Through; its slender tendrils raking through.
Soft glow; against the wakeful night darkness
As the moon dappled light pirouette on our face.
Walking way of time longest,
Inexorable; No goal has the
story of life; all are increasing
in the step, by step of breath
Nib of the poetic pen wants to fly
on the morning sky, by the fallen
feathers wants to draw the diving
sun; Autumnal dew hugs the rib-cell
of the poetic thought; longest sighs
are caring the time’s myth
No leave survives in the leisure time
Activeness of busy life is making
the pavement of past and future;
No present is permanent; unstable
mind on the greasy longest way of
Time; unstoppable all surviving kith
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
30/10/2022
Silent voices
traveling through uncertain dreams!
Have you ever seen the sky
during the evening prayer?
The colors of the water lilies
glowing in refection on that still pond water.
An open-ended story of an eternal time!
Where standstill time enchants the paintbrush strokes!
Time that does not define the everyday coffee mug
There are many more colors , yet to be born
in fatigues, in leisure time.
The sunset that, the twilight hue
stories scattering through a nomadic skyline!
Summer sun embraced the verdant meadow
Sprinkling golden waves of heat across the lea
From tall Black-eyed Susans and Goldenrod,
To the cool, rippling brook where crayfish stay
Hidden beneath the moss-covered limestone,
Where young, barefoot boys were wont to play
Those were times now consigned to long ago
Because of dangers and bizarre cultural norms,
Children play in public parks carefully attended
By parents, or guardians, or men in uniforms,
Spend their leisure time with game computers
Interested in how the latest pop star performs.
Teenagers tell me I am too old to understand,
But their minds have become a vast wasteland.
NINTH PLACE WINNER
written June 20, 2021
for "Contemporary Sonnet" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot
"Tanaya"
(A few days ago I went to my friend's five-story high chamber. I went to his small kitchen to smoke. On the roof of the four-story house next door, I saw a young girl. Her face was innocent. I looked at her and looked at her. I wanted to write a poem that was peeking out of the corner of my heart. I tried to write it in my leisure time today.I also tried to take a picture on mobile as a glimpse of my poem but I couldn't)
She is so happy as a teenager girl
she flies butterfly like wings like the pearl.
There are a stack of happiness in her agility
she flows in stream of happiness in velocity.
In her youth, she is living in her own land
with her mom dad and sister in the dreamland.
She is simple and innocent like a fairy angel
my heart flows in joy to she her so happy that reveal.
I wondered could she fly in such a way forever!
the world today is full of sin and evil there.
the race of Adam has no heart today
wherever I look, they are in the tears of bay.
I seek happiness for her in poetry ever
Let she float in the peace and affection forever.
It was an afternoon;when I wandered lonely,
And watched the yellow faces silently.
Those were the faces of flowers named 'Sunflower'
Wishing to see it for hour after hour.
Tossing their heads and glittering, -
Like Gold and the view was outstanding.
Always kept looking at the Sun;
Don't know, for them what was the fun.
I saw hundred of them at a glance,
So beautiful those were;who could miss the chance?
The flowers made me forget my solitude;
To them how could I express my gratitude.
Gradually, the leisure time was passing away,
At the end of the day, I wished to say,-
A sweet good bye ,and I was so pleased
Also lamented, because regularly the view would be missed.
Those were so pretty like the sulphur showers,
Yes they were the most beautiful Sunflowers.
Sunshine exudes its warm greetings of love,
Ushers fire trees to spread red carpets on the ground;
Summer breeze welcomes every passer-by,
Unlimited leisure time echoes to take some hours for a drive.
Rainbow crowns the sky once in a while,
Reflections of sun’s intermission with the rain;
Unexpected lightning with thunder’s drums play,
So many surprises await us beyond this month’s curtain.
Oh, how exciting to be at the white beach this time!
Family and friends meet and chat on the picnic ground.
Only this month that we supposed to have a break,
Children will leave the school for outdoor plays;
Teachers may or may not join them (it’s admin’s discretion)
Oh, I don’t care as long as we’ll have our birthday celebrations.
Bear here, bear there. Calling all the waiters!
Everybody will enjoy although pandemic isn't over,
Remember to pray for it on this rosary month, October.
Sept. 28, 2020 10.32 pm
My percolator lost its balance
While it was a’bubble,
Spilling all the coffee grounds
And causing lots of trouble.
Below the burners there’s a space
For storing pots and covers,
A perk (no pun intended)
For apartment-living lovers.
Well, coffee grounds were everywhere
As well as brew half-finished
And suddenly my leisure time
For breakfast was diminished.
An hour later, all was clean.
Still, though I wasn’t shirking,
I noticed only 3 of 4
Gas burners now were working.
I made another pot of joe,
My morning meal much later
And took no chances, using
A much bigger percolator.
The stubborn burner got in gear
And soon was back on fire.
I’m glad my stove (from 1951)
Need not retire.
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