Blackened bits of gritty bean
exploded on cell phone screen.
WTH? Brain's demise, cries!
Not to mention barbarize!
Pods become inconvenient,
imprecise and lenient.
Appliance not so new –
coughed, then gagged, and hella spew!
Murky, grungy, mucky cup
not a welcome wake-me-up!
Coffee shop not far away
provides a much brighter day!
Robert Wylan. “The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.”
Shallow in many beaches, deep in other seas.
Vast in most places, shallow in others.
Seasons come, seasons go, that's life.
Tempests are common in the north or south.
Ships are built, mostly sturdy, mostly strong.
Tempests do not spare all, for some are sunk.
I dare to cross the Atlantic on a cruise ship.
Not the Titanic type, I'm sure.
There's fine luxury everywhere,
And no doubt, all prefer summer crossing.
Mind you, occasionally a tempest erupts.
Summer is lenient, and crossing is pleasant.
Shallow in many beaches, deep in others
Crowds huddle on the deck to watch,
People admire the sleek dolphins.
What a great sight to see them jump in unison,
Only to disappear in the vast seas afar.
By far the biggest sight would be
To spy a giant whale afar.
But no one liked to watch the deadly sharks.
Born in a time all are at their most divided,
A young lady eventually for herself decided
To live life pursuing all religions which guided
All humans in ways in which Truth resided.
She found love first in one who is farsighted,
Yet he is shortsighted due to a strict religion.
He held a distance, so this love had ended,
He was also too lenient about his every sin.
She then went with one who is so atheistic,
Yet he often took what she did for granted.
She found his attitude became so apathetic,
So she left what once made her enchanted.
She finally found one who truly understands
What the cycles of eternity truly mean.
They see how in all lives, they held hands,
"He's just right," as he crowns her his queen.
Written: September 6, 2025
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The wind does not knock—
it slips through the soul’s lattice,
a breathless envoy
from the hush between stars.
It strokes the cheek
such as a spirit reliving purity,
then fades away,
becoming simply a whisper
of a melody sewn into stillness.
My terms come apart
in the string of stems,
where faint words
weave between tufts of grass
that curl with hymns
that are lenient to say.
Birdsong flows
from lungs in rooms full of people—
a hymn to the untamed,
to the pain that hums
simply seeking to be felt.
Love, in its most genuine form,
surpasses the structure of cognition—
It resides in the root of air,
in the rhythm of the intangible.
No note is ever lost—
each tender tremble,
each faltering flight,
is archived in the breath
between dusk and dawn.
We save our dreams.
In the shaft of the Horizon,
in sparkles that linger
on the verge of entropy.
These are the germs of tomorrow
tumbling in the blood
of the eternity we dare to call.
Far be it
from me to lecture
others on best methods
for success -- myself no paradigm.
In my defense, though,
many of us are hardest
on ourselves, less critical
and gracefully lenient when
it comes to others --
But with self,
constantly aware of every
pimple, even those well
hidden – I often wonder
why so many of us bother
to even own mirrors?
(reflections so subjective)
Too self conscious!~ Like,
who cares what I eat for
breakfast!? Unless it were
cabbage and beans….
I’ve found that it’s not so inconvenient
To live with eyes closed from time to time
Towards my troubles I'm becoming lenient
In the appalling news I cannot change a line
So it does seem to me counterproductive
If I’d worry if we're cheaply bought and sold
If I sought a remark that eases the distructive
Troubles they send to share with the world
There’s only one thing I keep wondering about
My darling waits for me out in the summer breeze
Since she has gone my days I have to count
I worry whether she will recognize it's me..
Shall I Compare You... ?
Shall I compare you to the sun?
Shining and warm, my dearest one
Shall I compare you to the moon?
Unique and bright, my greatest boon
Shall I compare you to the light?
Illuminating what not of sight
Shall I compare you to the knight?
in honour and dignity willing to fight
Shall I compare you to the Queen?
Admiring how you yourself preen
Shall I compare you to the heart?
You are the love bathing in my heart
Shall I compare you to life?
Of essence, lenient and tough
Shall I compare you to...?
You are beyond my similes and metaphors
You are above what I write of poetry forms
You are my mother
Of words I can add no other
Mother
All the rhythmic beats of the heart were wet
The happiness of your return is in the happiest tears
In the silent cloudy pond of the blue sky of the green veins
My excitement enjoys a bath of nirvana
There is no pair of pigeons
There is no familiar thatched dome
The hunter-cat is also gone
There is no dance and chirping of the little birds
No bamboo dale where our imaginative ghost lives
The heart is the withered bridge after smoking the tobacco leaf
Now the smoke from the chimney is like a white cloud
Where empty notebooks are life's detailed conclusions
Your arrival in this open chin of the epic evening
Your feet touch the heart of hoary loneliness
No door, no window but your calling bursts through the darkness
The extinguished lamp is burning in this apathetic pen
Come, come to the atonal heart by tuning the Krishna flute
Come O Lady Lakshmi Swarupini, come to the soul soothe
Kindle that love lamp by the bit of your lenient heart
May the lost past will be treasured in the embers dart
©Mahtab Bangalee
January 20, 2025
Chattogram
When the others say to you
In their blissfull ignorance
Anything what you should do
But it doesn’t stand a chance
Cause you know the subject well
Better than they could’ve fathomed
Do you send them all to hell,
Or you’re lenient to others?
You consider what they are
Taking care of their concern
You don’t want them be too far
And it’s easy to discern
Others and myself, because
I’m afar, and they are here
Very different from those
From another side of sphere.
ETHEREAL
Ethereal smile of bubbling baby
Tender touch of soft palm of a kid.
Holy face to whelm and impress.
Eternal ecstatic appeal of innocence.
Rippling rapture in parents' mind.
Enjoying divine feelings.
A kid brings best bliss from Heaven.
Loyal lovely lenient ethereal emotion.
Sometimes failure in a career
Obstacle in a family
Uncompromising in a relationship
All will lead to a betrayal
Either you betray life or life betrays you
It needs great wisdom to manage life
To achieve life goal
Luck is not always on your side
If you have tried your best
Accept any failure and yourself too
Sometimes be lenient to yourself
As no one is perfect
But, even nothing is eternal
God is always by your side
If you fail to shine
The cross will always shine for you
flowers shrubs plants trees birds beasts streams and rivers --- constant painting contest
the lenient sky
accommodating each shade ---
capacious canvas
Multicolor carpeted hills and vales invite each creature,
Seas and oceans and waterfalls enhance zestful feature;
Curls and furls of blooms and plumes narrate new nature stories,
Forms and shapes and folds and molds spread beyond territories...!!!
03 June 2023
A Monoku, Haiku and 4 lines of Rhyme - Same Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
You can't always hope to know what's in my mind,
but if there's something that suits you - that's fine;
don't write just for you, your readers like something,
be gracious, accept defeat, don't think they need therapy.
There's a thing about English, some others think better,
but it's not just grammar, rather colloquial inferences,
of which they lack understanding and all the nuances,
they're important, whether you think they're trite or not.
I do not claim to know all things and neither should you,
the love shines through, don't be critical of a stupid typo;
I won a competition in white, gold and indigo blue,
to think that some poets had respect for what I do.
I'll give you leeway but next time I won't be so lenient,
if you're worried about rhyming, don't because it's convenient,
Take action immediately
Whatever happens, don't yield hope
You never cognize when an epiphany strikes
They are knocking at the gates of your garden
Consider taking them by the horns.
Don't do anything unnecessary
Instead, sieve the lenient path
Between accomplishments and failures
Suggest a linear path.
He looked above on a clear blue sky
Without his shackles after all those years
Even a heartless could understand why
The air brought his eyes to tears
He was a convict of trial by vilification
He was sentenced in the court of judgmental mind
But fate turned lenient for his emancipation
From the world that's so unkind
From his grave, he stared on the horizon
Trying to figure out how to soar
His heart rejoiced in joyful jubilation
For sharp words can't pierce him, no more
February 24, 2023
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