Long Alluvial Poems

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Jashwant a Kind Friend

In the wicked world brutal
Only few fine friends local
Will lend their finger social
To help us regain imperial.
Among them Jashwant jewel
Standing with me in time real.
Earlier we had quarrels brutal
On tuitions or money total;
Later adjusted, but his accrual 
Of knowledge I can’t level.
In money I was ahead a little
Later he covered the recital.
Principal is the post special
Bestowed on him in quintal;
Nature changed to royal:
Lately better not so trivial.
In time of our dispersal
He cried, seemed an ideal,
But past memories at coral
Haunted his friendship approval.
He was helped at all level,
Let it be Geeta or be Jwal.
Still he is my friend fraternal;
His importance is vital.
Right from accident’s tidal
To his departure actual
We sat or carried a trial.
Now no problem in appraisal
All grunges now look artificial;
Seeking his friendship amoral.
May God grace him all alluvial
And empower qualities glottal.
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member Homebound From Far

her mind drifted over the alluvial landscape

covered a few sink holes and seeped quick sand

from a life built on dense sediment and erosion


she had never asked for much but now she was firm

not so quickly please she pleaded for more time

deposits have to settle and sludgy silt needs to graft


a plastic spade and a battered bucket searched

patiently battling restlessness and discomfort

of whose home is what castle covered in sand


this challenge is so vast and my tools are so small

my roots are grip-less muddy and abandoned

she noticed and gave up on fighting the tides


huddled with eyes on a rock pool in which a

starfish rested on algae and crusted display

spread eagled she halted a while and gave way


now motionless she let be and inhaled deeply

while a wave of the ocean broke over her spine

resurrected firm resolve in view of gloomy farewell


yet despite crushing abrasions she started to float

was washed up at the other end of the beach

in a cave with pebbles and brazen drift wood 


with consciousness bathed and cleansed to the core

she wiped salt from sad eyes and sorrow from her lips 

kissed the nautical Prince who had been there all along


24th February 2021

Money a Cruel Agent 7

Earth runs by mural
Grows on soil alluvial
Is more communal
And less commercial.
But all work illegal,
Love for such is official
All equal tasks disloyal.
But at Money’s arrival
They treat us special;
Bliss and bless us total
We are never trivial
Comes position initial.
Money is more disloyal
Will leave you at trial.
If one is in life’s trial
Success of Money final.
If you want to be ideal;
No value only Money vital.
Agree or not Money is real
As with it we are acquittal.
Don’t be completely asocial
No practice of immoral,
It leads to God’s dismissal;
As we are never trivial
Comes position initial.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Rhythm Of A River

                                            River 

                                   flowing in curves.

                               Waves dance and propagate
                
                             in rhythmic pattern of ripples.

                       Cadence of flow to change from ebb to tide.
                          
                               Alluvial deposits on 
                       
                            soaked  soil of either bank.

                                   zig - zag flow of 

                                        River.

Premium Member Good Morning - Collab

Mellifluous chirps and tweets woke me up.
                       Heavy sloth still but got out from my suite.
                       Dew pearls rested on glowing petals, yup!
                       The tips of wet pasture chuckling my feet.


                       Soft alluvial soil making a squish
                       And scent of blooms took me into a trance.
                       Little plants nodding heads as if to wish.
                       Rapt spirits turned me a poet by chance.



Collaborate With Me Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel
Rhyme Form : a b a b- c d c d
Syllable Count : 10 each line 
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Date: 29-03-2023
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Mud Larking

MUD LARKING
  
    Since a kid having a habit of treasure hunt,
   whenever got a chance to go on riverside
   picking pebbles slimed with pale mud,
    scavenging for precious something submerged in alluvial deposit
   of holy majestic River Ganges flowing beside my hometown.
 
  During my childhood I accompanied my Grand Mom off and on
   when she went to bathe in the river.
    Once Grand Mom took me to watch a mini flood.
   The tide became violent whelming, perplexing me.
   My heart was swollen observing aqua opulence thrashing on bank.
  Long staircase of the bathing spot leading to river on gradual immersion.
                               
  Strong tide lasted for forty minutes or so.
  High rise of water level diminished leaving the usual clay and sludge.
  I rejoiced starting my venture of search. 
   Got startled to find a golden locket   
   though later it turned a trinket,
  yet it was preserved as gem in my vault, a toffee-box.
  
   Next year on vacation, went to Great Grand Mom’s place
   Close by flowing a slender stream running giggling with little brittle ripples
   I collected two stones: one regular octagonal shaped 
   sparkling shining glistening.
                                 
    In frolic mood I showed that to all,
     where Mom’s Cousin brother was present
    He insisted Mom to give him the stone.
    Mom took it away and gifted to her cousin.
    An innocent helpless child was cheated.    
   
   Second one opaque irregular prismoid with a sharp pointed tip.
    It could cut glass perfect precise, a typical property of diamond.
   I preserved it for many years but later lost.
   
    As per my medical declaration, remnants of my bone and ash
    to be put on River Ganges to blend with clay.
    May be on rebirth, me as child to go for mud larking
    on edges of River Ganges. 

    04/06/20
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Unison With Ocean

UNISON WITH OCEAN

        From mountain glacier melts, slides, glides, slips: 
        Spring springs up waking from dormant dream,
        falls free frolic hitting stones, tumbling pebbles
        cascading in opulence.
       
       Slim stream flows, goes, giggling gaily.
       Little brittle ripples dancing up and down in rapture
       Slender narrow stream turns wide broad river
       choosing zigzag spiral path on plane land 
       propagating waves on aqua dynamism.

        Vivacious river attains vigor in fervor.
        Showers of blessing as wealth of alluvial deposits.
        Flora-fauna, habitats flourishing in diversity
        on fertile riverbanks. 

        River flows ceaseless forever, turns back never,
        unidirectional way to Sea.
        River reaches its final goal losing identity,
        aiming unison with vast boundless ocean.  


     07/25/20
                                                                   First Place

   'Strand Completely New (13) Contest by Brian Strand

Grey Days


Shades of grey cascades on rainy days

Petrichor reigns after each pitter patter

Radiance of earthy fragrance does flatter

Teardrops down panes.. splitter splatter

Fades to whiffs chiding riffs spit scatter

Forever about weather they do natter

Seems the one thing that does matter 


Flowers cowers at showers which batter

Tiffs as petal in fine fettle does shatter

Down trodden by a sodden mad hatter 

Raised bed fed on shed drops clatter

Spoils for alluvial soils a pluvial platter  

Some veg in tatters others seem fatter

Folks chitter chatter.. prefer the latter


Cumulus nimbus nimbly flitter & flutter 

Sunrays grasp after a last gasp stutter

Sliding gliding riding wooden shutter

Rasp of uncouth din off a roof of tin

Staccato rinse & repeat beat does utter

Burgling drains & gurgling in the gutter


Huddles of puddles cuddle and splutter

Parched Earth’s skin softens like butter

Mother Nature's own homegrown nutter

Folks groan have to clear up soaked clutter 

Mumble prone to moan but not a tut tutter 

Mustn't grumble need the tumble they mutter
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Recombobulating Chaos

thoughts lick at my consciousness 
distracting me from the warm embrace
of the colour pallet unfolding
I stare with myopic eyes at the kaleidoscope
endeavouring to discern the demarcation 
of the edge of each shade
naming them as though they are listed on a colour chart
displayed at the local hardware store
but as soon as I have one splash of tint pinned down
it fades to be replaced by a more pleasing explosion of colour
a child’s toy impatiently twirled
a rainbow snipped into a multitude of shapes
in never to be repeated patterns

like an uxorious husband
it enfolds the evening sky in its loving embrace
its fleece soft fingers exploring 
lulled into a unison of consent
with a barely perceptible rush of contentment
a slight sibilant sigh issues 

memorialising daylight
clinging to the fringes of observation
the scene depicts its titular character
of moral decay
the riparian area jealously guards its supremacy 
as hydrophilic plants are robbed of their splendour

in a final display of defiance
alluvial fans buffet against the offing
recombobulating 
the natural order of Chaos:
The Great Deep of ancient mythology

Premium Member RIVER FLOWS


              From the rigid stubborn mountain 
              through chasms oozing free fountain.
              Frolic fall broke in brook again,
              shake pebbles, make way in stream.
              River flows fulfilling dream.

            Little brittle ripples to dance
            River runs, waves propagate, prance,
            soak soil of banks and enhance 
            deposit alluvial !
            Vegetation  survival.
            
            Ripples roll in rhythmic patterns 
           Ebb and Tide to come up by turn.
           In zig -zag line , river to run..
            Up-down going water flow.
            from ebb to tide , high or low.

              Rivers stir water fast or slow,
              ruffling shuffling the speed of flow
              Boatman free to float boat and row,
              whirls water on stroke of oar,
               waves to hit and thrash on shore.
        
               River always rushing restless
             vibrant, dynamic and ceaseless.
              Aqua flow runs in opulence.
               River flows for forever-
             Next, what is  its behaviour ?
               
           'whatever? then and then? 
            what to happen?’ 
                         'It mixes with ocean 
                                                on unison.’
Form: Verse

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