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We met on the stage some forty years ago
You were partnered with another in the show
It wasn’t your looks or your eyes or your voice
But your huge heart that at last made my heart know.
Though you hadn’t yet shown that you’d ask me out
I told Mother you were the man I would wed
She laughed at my obviously clueless crush
But years later remembered the words I’d said.
It took you much less time than mom to come ‘round
As you asked me out only two weeks later
A broadway show followed by dinner in town
How could this possibly get any greater?
I wondered if you heard my heart skipping beats
Or sensed me gasping for breath desperately
Knew the surge of adrenaline when you smiled
Or my dread of the night’s end separately.
What I didn’t suspect, ‘til at my doorstep
Was that you could be just as nervous as I!
A tall Adonis making endless small talk
But your demeanor betraying you as shy.
Unsure if you should try to kiss me or run
You finally chose a more chivalrous route!
You gently raised my hand to your trembling lips
Accidentally kissing your own, so cute!
Still I’m captivated by every nuance
Just your quick glance starts my sensory parade
Soon forty years together, most of them wed
And even today the enchantment won’t fade.
It has matured with us, and better by far
As with knowledge comes confidence and rapture
You and I dance through life with you at the lead
Hip-hop harmony forever to capture.
How we laugh when we’re walking and holding hands
And young couples giggle and call us so “sweet”
Had they an idea how hot our passion
They’d blush and then quickly cross over the street!
To you, my dear husband, I offer this verse
A tribute to my unending devotion
And if you meet me on the deck at 6:30 tonight
We will both keep our life’s dance in sweet motion.
March 10, 2019. #3
Hand in hand, under the trench.
Always sitting, on the same bench.
Class one - till twelfth, he was all mine.
Both of us always on cloud nine!
Mornings in the school and evenings under the sky.
Aww! we were such cutie pies.
Cute and naughty, hot and sporty,
Sleek and tall, perfect bratty.
He was way too chirpy.
Every game, every competition we always had a tie!
Our attitude was just too high!
Teachers spinning around, management on merry go round.
At basketball ground, on jogging rounds, coaching classes and allllll around.
Our fun and tactics held everyone spellbound!
After his farewell, from the school compound.
I started missing his naughty missions that would astound.
Maybe I loved him! Oh, I am surprised!
Hey! Did it stay disguised?
Years passed by,
No tears, no cry!
This confusion remained at back of my mind!
May be emotions always stayed entwined.
A new man in my life.
Today I am known as his wife.
We love each other, we have no strife.
New posting, new house ..we began to thrive!
From my kitchen window,
Just looked down to see around,
A silhouette in the kitchen down below,
Kissed and hugged his wife!
My curiosity to know them was on rise!
Is he the same boy!
If this was destined, why is he married and I am with another guy?
Still handsome! Ah! Still so cool!
Neither he said anything, nor did I ignite the fuel.
Yes, he too remembered the school!
We both happy with our loving spouse.
There was no reason to ditch them or to rouse.
Still his glimpse made me happy, was there any cause?
I know his eyes followed me,
And I often looked for his sight.
Days went by, my baby bump was now clearly showing.
His furious eyes questioning me as if I was betraying!
I still remember that sad look, when I last saw him going!
If so much was billowing,
Why neither he nor I ever tried to confide, while we were growing!
The One that got Away Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Silent One
Date: 06/07/20
She gives me a sassy knowing dare me grin as she begins to devour her ladybug sandwich.
I watch her crown nod up and down in rhythmic quiet as she eats in gargantuous bites.
In fascinated horror, I try to imagine taking my turn, and pretending a normalness.
I know what will happen if I balk in any way, even a blink, at partaking of the country’s delicacy.
I dare not offend, knowing I had better gobble mine down in gloriously grateful gulps.
The others in the hall have stopped eating to watch me, they are nearly silent now.
We all listen to the queen’s exaggerated chomping and gulping, meant to bully, and they do.
It would be a giant mistake to insult her majesty with close-minded ways. It is only a lady bug sandwich.
She gives me an almost imperceptible nod. It is my turn to make this dish look enormously delicious.
The masses are watching. Retching would be the largest insult, maybe punishable by death.
Not wanting to add a second of insult to their culture’s delicacy, I pick up my sandwich, picturing potato chips.
Salty, delicious, tiny bits of potato chips, I tell my mind. Only potato chips. And lady bugs! My mind yells.
I stop chomping, suddenly fearful. My mind is betraying me. I already have acid reflux. I wait in horror
As my delicious sandwich begins to rise, suddenly, and with a horrible feeling of dread.
The guards move forward with their machetes, waiting.
The Boatman’s Song 2/ Many
Urvashi’s heart was aching to hear and to see the elegance
Of the boatman, while he sing those melodies on earth
A great longing started sprouting in her bosom
To visit the earth and to listen those heart touching songs
Which like a powerful magnet were pulling her towards earth
Where flows the Ganges and lives her unseen love
To control her ever increasing desire of hearing those songs
And to see that unique boatman, who lives on earth
Urveshi tried to engage her more and more
In the courtly dances and engagements for Indra
But the more she wanted to escape, more she became enchanted
By the echoes of boatman’s songs
Which were tearing her heart and
Making her mind almost intoxicated,
By the melodies of those heavenly songs
The pleasures and comforts of heaven began to pinch her
Like the piercing thorns
Even the dance and music, which were her pride and passion
Became dull and charm less in the wake of those songs
For which she was hailed
As the best among all the Apsaras in the entire universe
Heaven seems to bring no joy and rejoicing for her any more
Her dancing steps, which were the symbols of perfection and beauty
Even started betraying her
As her own heart was no longer in her possession any more
And she found that her mind and heart
Were swept away by that unseen boatman
Sailing his boat somewhere on earth
Apsara Urveshi after finishing her dance that day
Told the God of heaven, Indra
That she perhaps can no longer perform any dance
Owing to agonies of her heart and restlessness of her mind
And her legs were not in tune with her mind to perform
A flawless dance and song by which she had captured the
Hearts of all Gods and Goddess, what to say of humans on earth
She thought and thought and found that she can only normalize
If she can hear the songs of the boatman
Singing in full throated ease on earth
The echo’s of which were hovering in her mind like clouds
And twisting her heart to see that singer sublime
Ravindra
Kanpur India 5th January 2010
* Apsara = A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra = The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi = One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts
* Jungle = Forest
Why Africa
Africa! Africa! Africa!
Once the bosom of unity,
The mother of humanity,
A cradle of human dignity,
A people rooted in integrity.
The world’s mirror of charity,
The true home of hospitality,
Once revered as pillars of morality.
What plague has fallen upon Africa?
Africans killing Africans,
Brothers slaying brothers,
Patriots betraying compatriots.
Mothers and children now seek refuge under bridges,
The old and the weak abandoned to their fates.
Where have we kept our forefathers’ legacies?
They taught us love and oneness,
Trained us to stand for uprightness,
Showed us the meaning of compassion.
Nelson Mandela fought for love, peace, unity, and justice—
He dreamed of African unity, not Afrophobia.
Kwame Nkrumah stood for African freedom;
He never preached African terrorism.
Africans, Africans… where are you?
Rise and lay down your arms.
Drop every weapon of destruction against Africa.
Embrace one another with love.
Unite and end racism and discrimination.
Rise above selfishness; reject xenophobia.
Africans, we are one—
One people, one continent, indivisible.
Together, we can end all xenophobic attacks.
TANGWA LIVINUS ACHA
UNIVERSITY OF YAOUNDE II, SOA
20th April 2015
I've not, in truth, knowing the late Ms. Carolyn,
It might be owing I am quite late to come in;
It's when I know about her from you, dear masters,
And learn you've found in her love's true lasting treasures;
Wildfire of adore, I feel, burning in! Spreading!
As the feelings underwent by, you, tears-shedding!
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Understand, please, my forms are betraying me here,
I've forgotten all styles taught by you to endear!
See how the very thought of death makes me forget,
Each feeling I've been treasuring in my sachet!
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Sentiments that you've been sharing of her sweetly,
Indeed, you've been loving her forever fondly!
It's this makes my mad mind to tell you so sternly,
Death has succeeded in making you feel lowly!
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Carolyn is not dead! She's caravanning! Feel!
She's researching on grave and coffin, with great zeal!
When she's out, kindly, convey my wishes to her!
Ask her to compose me, rhyme on her study rare!
15 August 2021
Tributes to Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Judgement day is every day when you're trying to survive in a decent way. Clean up your life and move away, to a new playground for the kids to play. It's an Oreo cookie way of life, broader than black and white. Trying to break to the surface to see the light, but you keep getting suppressed.. it takes all your fight.
Drop out came a long way.. From counting stacks of 3 to a GED. On the outside mamma's so proud of me. But inside she's scared she don't want to see me take another fall, slip up and lose it all. X'ed up, punching holes in the wall. She's cautious for my life, she cries: "I wish you could see it through my eyes".
Accidentally got caught up in the game and chase again. Never had let go, the past was still holding onto my hand. Slowly takes over, but you keep it undercover. Keep it on the low, thinking nobody's going to know. But somehow I stayed on top of it. Only slinging and drugging on the weekends and ****. Got through my Friday and played on payday. Dedicated worker specialized in crazy.
Then one I day my end started to begin. I changed my life and I traded it in.. For a camouflage uniform that covered the scars on my skin. I ended up losing my freedom, tied down with conflicting feelings. Gun in my hand, I was told to defend, the pain and the hell that I had abandoned. The bad guy in trusted boots, ripped myself from my roots. I planted my self far from the town I was raised in.
Kind of felt like I was betraying there trust, leaving my love for a life that's lust.
But then again.. I finally felt filled inside, alive. Maybe there was a reason I looked at my past, and wanted to run and hide. No longer scraping dough to get high. Now I see it again, that pride. The sparkle in mamma's eye. And for the first time it ain't a tear from fear. Can't plan ahead a god damn year. Now she has hope instead of dread, from that knock on the door saying: "Your little girl's dead."
I opened my eyes and I stopped listening. Closed my ears to the phrases of hustlers. "Act classy, you're a lady" was all they could muster. How did they think ladies could survive in these streets? Double standards of life, a game you'll never beat.
I lived how I wanted, they said it was no place for a girl. But once I shared what I had, it became our world. I found the "I" in family, once the pain killers got a hold of me. They kill the pain but bring the misery.
The World is quickly changing
As old standards disappear.
There is suffering in the country
But nobody wants to hear.
Once we faced the World
Not quite on our own
The people of our Empire
Stopping us from being alone.
The plucky little island
That took up the fight
Almost defeated by an
Enemy’s military might.
The little boats of Dunkirk,
That indomitable fleet,
Saved a military rout
From being a total defeat.
Battered, bruised, unbroken
We survived to carry on
Regrouping to fight until
The enemy was gone.
Our proud little nation
Fought above its weight
Strong and firm against
Forces of terror and hate.
Where down the line did we
Turn into compliant donkeys
Willing to be led by thieving
Calculating cruel monkeys.
We should now be
All writhing in shame
For betraying those that died
Fighting in Freedom’s name.
I suppose we can only hope
There will in time come the time
We will make them pay for
The Sins of Class War Crime.
As they talk of breaking treaties
Abuse and insults being hurled,
Our nation’s prestige drops and we
Become laughing stock of the world.
Juvenility is an important phase
in every adolescent's life when those young minds
start discovering by themselves
that world around them so strange
and unknown...their curiosity must be constantly tapped,
so they can explore and discover wonders
and places that are only seen in history books;
each travel around the globe is an adventure to behold!
My adolescence was an adventure of thrills,
and was bounded by striking mountains
with a fecund valley below where fruits
dangled from branches and ready to be eaten,
and enjoyed heartedly while sunshine abounded;
days were endlessly delightful and one noticed their end...
when the tangerine sun sank below the cloudless horizon!
Motherland is the flow of your living blood, of your enthusiasm...
it makes one aware where patriots belong, and the oath of fidelity
taken is that proof...betraying it is denying your appurtenance
of culture that you learned with avidity and a passion so intense;
and from it came dynamic thoughts exceedingly dramatic and patriotic
showing eagerness, zest, vigor, intensity, and an extraordinary
drive to succeed in dangerous ordeals to avenge the despotic
regimes that only believed in power and oppression of feelings,
denying one the right to excel: avoid the chasms that could entrap liberties
and send up in smoke each plan with a single blow crash all dreams!
I appreciate
The patriotic voices
It does my heart good
I truly believe
In what makes this country great
But I would say this:
The Constitution
And Bill of Rights created
To ensure freedom
Against tyranny
And to stop invaders from
Attacking our homes
We have the right to
Should pack a gun...
Having the right to
Be free goes hand in hand with
The right to feel safe
If we continue
To argue over our right
To security
We are betraying
The very thing we fought for
In all the wars past
We are no longer
Truly free because we now
Are captives of fear
We are so afraid
Of being insensitive
Offending someone...
We've allowed thousands
Of "sleepers" to live with us
Freely, unchallenged
Waiting for the time
The signal to attack us
Again and again
While we were sleeping
Enemies crawled in our beds
They destroy our dreams...
Would you invite your
Enemy to your house to
Sit at your table?
Right to privacy?
We gave that up long ago
It's an illusion
Each time we logon
To the web to conduct our
"Personal" business...
Each time we apply
To obtain that credit card
To purchase more "things"...
Willingly we will
Give up the rights to privacy
For financial gain
Making money is the
"Great American Way"
Nothing wrong with that
But when it comes to
National security
We whine, hem and haw...
We won't compromise
When it's not profitable
Even for life's sake...