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the
watchful eyes
of full moon
flickers again, *
an alchemy of cicada nights
humming a mantra like a pastoral symphony
-- -as if in a twirl of primal energy --- flock of
herons,
band of cattle, and grasses invite smokey dusk to
recite
her fables on morning dew and twilight passages
chant after chant
* and the trees bloom of a thousand foliage
gracing the winds with such opulent swagger,
that the living—absent from babbling language —
sigh after sigh
abandon its own movements to drift on greenery
floating on anklet of sky hardly recognized , except
for this
rare instance: the dignity of darkness, the tiers of
fragrance,
and caresses of nocturnal beings gathering in
warm
oneness of silence, reverent as it were, upon
• dew soaked in buoyant wonder..*
the mind forgets to speak: the branches
of a landscape pivot never knowing why
in solace, the breath marries light
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8/11/2013
Girls in the 4th Grade
David J Walker
I remember being
Distracted in my 4th-grade class
By her perfectness
But then,
who really notices girls
In the 4th grade when
we were
Choosing up sides for a Kickball game
During recess
But
She was wearing a robin egg blue dress
And an embroidered white blouse
Anklet white socks turned down
Around her black & white
Saddle shoes
Her blonde hair was curled out
On the ends like those ads for perfect
Hair in ladies magazines
And
I wasn’t really showing off by kicking
The big red rubber ball all the way back
To the school wall at the end of the
Softball field
As I rounded the bases to home plate and
Too late looked up
She had already gone in
But then
Who really cares about Girls
In the 4th grade
Anyway
Strange, strange the character of the human race
We, the human race on the earth is very strange -
The precious jingling anklet we wear on our feet
Where the cheap fingertip we keep on the forehead;
We celebrate any birthday by putting out the candle
Where we putting on the candle to remind the dead soul;
Milkman comes to the door to sell milk which is useful for health
Where we go out to drink wine though it's harmful to health;
We become angry, if anyone calls us a child of beast
Where we feel heroic energy if anyone calls us a child of a tigress;
We respect the salaried soldier as our national hero
Where we demand the death penalty for the public killer (nonsalaried) ;
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Vasava – An untold story 10/Many
Curtains made of Silk with gold thread embroidery
Were hanging on all the doors and windows of the auditorium
Big silk curtains, were hanging behind the dance stage
Shining and blinking, because of gold and silver on them,
Were brightening the dance stage, making it bright like a day
Beautiful Persian carpets were displayed
Covering the entire auditorium, where the guests were sitting
A thin such carpet was also lying, all around the stage
Leaving the dance floor, which was made of Mahogany wood
On which, Vasava was sitting to start her first Raga of the day
All the eyes were drinking the nectar like wine of Vasava
So lovely were her looks and so intoxicating was her youth
The beauty of her spotless body, was spreading its charms
Which was coming out, from every part of her body, specially
The matchless beauty of her eyes, legs, waist, hands and bosoms
King Suyodhan was invited on the stage to declare the Utsava to begin
And then appeared the attraction of the Utsava or the day, Vasava
The drums and musical instruments began to flow their sounds
The team of musicians accompanying Vasava, took seat near her
Suddenly all became speechless, so that they may not miss a word of her singing
Vasava’s face appears to have taken, the beauty from full Moon glow
And the gold Noopur* which she wearing in her feet’s
Were ringing, on her leg’s movements, creating a melody on its own,
Her recitation of Saraswati’s* prayer had already enthralled everyone
And now she was about to begin, her first performance of the day
Ravindra to continue in 11
Kanpur India 21st March 2010
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* Gold Noopur Noorpur means small bells, which dancers wear while
performing the dances in Indian. The Noopur which
Vasava was wearing were made of Gold. It creates a
sound on the movements of legs. Normally it is made
of brass and many such are tied up in a cloth belt.
* Noopur A hallow anklet containing tiny bells
Dancer’s grace and wisdom
Tens of thousands of minutes of practice
Mystical hush from the crowd
Feeling her strength
Crones in the audience
None feel her pain.
Prima donna, seasoned ballerina
Determined reverence, unparalleled loveliness
Mindful students, enjoying the craft
Her disciplined strength
Sinews poised and ready
Shackled, yet adorned and adored.
A gypsy’s blessing
Ancestral anklet forged
In the cosmos
Well-worn leather ballet slipper
Nineteen sixties ballerina, still dancing.
The pirouette begins
Bells ringing off and on
or all on a sudden !
Bells to alert ! Whatever :
Call of classes or shows to start or let those be over !
Symbolising beginning and ending on scheduled hours.
Bells give signal, making final.
Bells of alarm clock ring giving wake up call.
Door bells alarming family to welcome visitors.
Reindeer driving sledge of Santa Clause
sometimes with swift speed, sometimes giving pause ,
as sledge running beside boxwood hedge hiding shy snowdrops,
silver bells ringing on merriment.
Bell of love suddenly rings in charm on special moment :
Auspicious, propitious.
Mind dreamed, heart thrilled and soul sensed serenity.
Sound of chimes in wedding bell
to ward off evil spirits bringing good luck to newlyweds.
soft tinkling of tiny bells in anklet of bride.
Cowbells in orchestra in rhythmic cadence .
At bell tower of church, carillon
rings in soft sweet soothing tone.
Jingle bells ringing in Christmas on joyous festive mode.
Red Gems
A middle-aged man in an old wheelchair
moves slowly and with determination.
On a crowded street filled with happy tourists’ feet
his arms look as if
they’d finished an Olympic race.
Since he has no legs, he cradles his wares
between lap and chest.
Today he sells tiny bracelets and anklets.
I pass him gingerly, bearing an awkward smile.
A half-block down, my conscience stops me.
I return to him
crouch down to meet him
pick out an anklet
hand him 40 pesos
his eyes glisten.
Why didn’t I ask his name?
Weeks later, this anklet still
adorns my smooth white skin.
I so love these plastic, shiny
ruby-red gems
held together by tough black string.
FROM INDOLENCE TO ACTION
Dear ! Me turning deaf dizzy.
Drowning deep being drowsy.
Do you address me crazy ?
Please boost me to be busy.
Dear ! Hold my crystal goblet
showing your sparkling bracelet.
Step tip toe tinkling anklet.
I think that is my outlet.
Dense dormant desires of mine.
Poor Passion, tingling on wine.
Ardent ardour ! Pure, divine.
Romantic aroma entwined .
Neither fussy fanaticism
Nor mystic mesmerism
Need delighted dynamism.
Vital action: Optimism.
Wish to release indolence.
No wobbling to break fake fence.
To feel frolic, never tensed .
We are lovers in true sense.
11\11\22
Just Before Release
Contest by Unseeking Seeker.
Angered Man Silly Woman Henry Trying to Watch the Superbowl--
See the holding of the man,
I think he's angry at the other man.
He finds it hard to see the pencil,
Overshadowed by the silly hensel.
Who is that loving near the cube?
I think she'd like to eat the eustachian tube.
She is but a bouncy woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noble-shun.
Her glorious car is just a biscuit,
It needs no gas, it runs on brisket.
She's not alone she brings a chocolate,
a broken heart, and lots of anklet.
The man shudders at the popcorn joyful bowl
He want to leave but she wants the remote control.
He’s trying to watch the Super Bowl;
All she wants to do is argue Oh, so;
3/11/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
Gradually she changes her dress
at the end of this winter day
like a beautiful stage actress
preparing herself for a play.
At the end of this winter day
City of Joy as she is called
preparing herself for a play
diamond petals slowly unfurled.
City of Joy as she is called
wearing her glittering ornaments
diamond petals slowly unfurled
blooming like a rose God sent.
Wearing her glittering ornaments
anklet to bracelet of lights
blooming like a rose God sent
waiting for visitors of night.
Anklet to bracelet of lights
Howrah Bridge is her necklace
waiting for visitors of night
checks her face on the Ganges.
Howrah Bridge is her necklace
like a beautiful stage actress
checks her face on the Ganges
gradually she changes her dress.
© kash poet 2012
**Click on "About this poem" to see her necklace,The Howrah Bridge
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Placement:5th ;(January 2012)
Contest:City Lights
Sponsor:Debi Guzzie