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Wow, dance one noteworthy, energized ride
Danceth, whirleth, has no exact plan guide
And to plan, is what we needeth, to glide
Yet, completion of the sashay, a must
Sorting out, envision it, chooseth, trust
O' along these lines, its own dance floor gust
Splendid winks, sparkle, sun deck yondering
Blazes, shimmers, a glimmers, high taking
The music sing, in promenade cheering
Over above, long-coming to, hard find
Their forsaken spirits and loving mind
While night sits faintly, here in silent kind
Quiet, tuning in, with delightfulness
You can feel and hear, the calm quietness
Staying here in a night time cheeriness
Looking, and mind a blowing, shines on sky
A radiant and sparkling magnify
Glimmer and panache with a gleaming eye
I am fortunately, holding on tight
Looking now for a sun sparkle delight
Prepared for the try to a dance ignite
In a brilliant, peltdown, and a sprinkle
In the midst of slamming, sky blue twinkle
O' while melodic chimes, my mind chinkle
Even when she laughs, she’s sad
her smile does not reach her tired eyes
deep within her heart, pain spreads, she feels so bad
life was never her friend, it betrayed her, she cries
She has completely forgotten her fieriness
gone is her smile, her happy mask, her frank cheeriness
look around, death surrounds her, she’s lost in soul weariness
Lonely, she saunters mid trees to find a way out
birds give her company, the grave’s her hideout
here, her unheard tears can shout
She weeps, she cries behind smiles, but she’s not mad
it is not her fault that whoever she loves, dies
her desolate life’s filled with dreariness
she’s broken, yet strong…penning away all doubt.
07.19.2021
For Constance La France's "Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces" contest
Bounded by honourable hearts
Delicious dreams gravitating the mind
Gleam sunset patching life with brightness!
As autumn rain effectuates its pledge
While stars evince my inner desires,
I do believe.
Gazing at the blue sea reinventing itself
Advocating serenity in my path
To unearth calmness of life
I do believe.
With ecstasy and cheeriness painting my journey
Beauty of the earth gracing the eyes
Diluting grief to nothingness,
To stimulate me believe:
There are notable forces in life than hopelessness…
There is a rationality behind every drop of rain,
Love waiting out there,
And that I do believe.
When I perceive peace pledge – peace…
Starry sky hiking with confidence,
As I journey beyond the woods,
With adoration sanctioning the love of someone
Ancient mysteries concealing themselves,
Glowing recollections salvaging my delight,
Faith capturing the vicinity…
Sanctioning misty rains to grace the occasion, while….
Succouring me recoup my optimistic moments,
…. I do believe….
74 years now my father is
In leisure time, always praying and staying at home
Pleasing conversation with the life partner
Whose age is also 64
The ebb of life, connection to the supreme being in mind
Yesterday was Vijaya Dashami of the Hindu community,
The last praising carols around with musical hymns
Huge organized for immersion of the Durga Idol
No, at this age, my father has just a retired mind
Retirement arms, legs, body
Sitting on the sofa
Watching TV after evening prayers
He was traveling from this channel to that channel
calling my mother, He was showing the idol relinquishment
And he said- has it any meaning
Whom I worshiped-adored, I have abandoned Her again!
Suddenly the parents stopped talking, the TV turned off at 6.30 pm
The niece came and told - the grandfather had said that the picture tube was damaged,
I will not be able to watch the IPL game at night!
Moments without TV it seems to be very annoying
The world seems to be dead
There is no noise anywhere
The drama of life seems to have stopped along with the dramas of the TV serial
The cheeriness of the cheers girls also seemed to take away that picture tube
It is unknown that from when the virtual colorful world became the friend of this family
But there is no doubt that last night's moments without TV were a sad life of prison cell
27.10.2020 Chattogram
I have withdrawn from grim and gloomy feelings.
I have no time for wistful faces that plague the day
with melancholy conversation and life-sucking sadness.
The drama too much to digest and too trivial to express.
The shroud of depression envelopes the soul
spiraling it toward the depths of psychosis.
Discard delusions of undignified and unfounded discontent.
Instead, I seek cheerful gladness and joyful vibes.
I invest my time with gregarious and social aspects
of amiable discourse and exuberant life-serving happiness.
The manzai of life situations is peculiar funniness.
The revealing mirthful banter opens the psyche
whirling it toward heights of responsible normalcy.
Embrace each moment as though it is the last – it could be.
Early morning delivers birdsong joys,
as the darkness is swept away by God.
Undulations for my ears, sonorous
and dear, over and over - I ponder
small bodies with feathers, noteworthy songs.
Why does their cadence console us each day
as the sunrise breaks forth with cheeriness?
How awfully sad that the night dwellers sleep!
They douse their ears with flammable liquid.
I weep for soused sufferers who miss out!
I spied the church steeple, with a “caw, caw.”
I bet those crows are there each day to greet
those seeking the inner doors of its peace.
Who notices but I, the poetess?
Who cares at all if crows speak well of us?
Morning
The doctor called the next man in
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence
As he wrestled with despair.
A minute passed before they spoke
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered that
He wished that he was dead.
"Those tides wave back and beckon me
When I walk along the sand.
I gave up life at sea and now
I’m all at sea on land.
I used to be a real man
And was never mocked before.
I hide each day inside my shell.
With no 'porpoise' anymore.
Rules of logic don’t exist
In the world I live in now.
I really want to help myself
But sadly don’t know how.
I planned to study back at school
But admit I didn’t go.
Schools of whales and schools of fish
Are the only schools I know."
The doctor was the best in town
And knew her patient well.
She agreed to medication
And support throughout his hell.
She also gazed towards the stars
To muster up some hope
And helped him try to help himself
In ways that he might cope.
Noon
The man returned to clinic
Sounding cheerful as he said:
“Thank you I'm much better
You have helped me clear my head!
Your input worked! I’m feeling well!
I'm off to sea tonight!”
The doctor sat back in her chair
As things did not feel right..
Night
He watched the lobsters from the sea
Dance on the croquet green
Then came around in hospital
From what felt like a dream.
Later That Night
Half-awake and half asleep
With the doctor near his side
He learnt he’d tried to end it all
And very nearly died.
"A nurse agreed to follow you
And then pulled you from the sea.
He was acting on instructions
From a plan set down by me.
Your cheeriness was rooted
In your plans to take your life;
I sensed this during clinic
As your doctor - and ex-wife."
'Twas a morn of sundry chill, that followed a tempestuous night;
The frost adorned each tree; in truth, it coated all in sight.
The snow-cover'd branches glistened in the morning light; the barn did peep beneath a deep blanket white.
I seiz'd my winter garbs and hasten'd to the door; the joy within my breast did spill, I scarce could ask for more.
The frigid aer did prick my cheek with greet of sudden chill; but warmly clad I stood, and thought on it no ill.
Mine eyes adjusted to the blaze as I survey'd the ground; Such snowy vistas wrought in me a joy that did abound.
I peer'd unto where the road had been, a task hard in blinding glare; the night's deep snow had hid the truth that e'er a path was there.
To others it seem'd lab'rous, a task of much ado; but filled with eager spirit was I, and ne'er a thought of rue.
Upon the door of barn thrown wide, my heart did fill with mirth; the equine beauty found within, of greater cherished worth.
To save the warmth I shut the door, and gaz'd upon my pair; with loving heart I set to task, a tender, solemn care.
With task complete, I set to hitch my team, with hooves on floor a-clop; Their spirits high did seem to beam, they yearned no whit to stop.
I led them forth, each one in turn, and tether'd to the sled; The snow did make it seem to beam a vibrant, fairest red.
I gathered up the reins, and placed them safe inside; The bench with blankets warm was set for those who wished to ride.
Our journey we began anon, with cheeriness at hand; through deepest snow where once the road did lie upon the land.
I greeted neighbours, each one in turn, whilst I was on my way; and loaded up their children all upon my crimson sleigh.
As we traversed o'er snowy mounds, the children squealed with glee; this the smallest alm I willingly gave to them for free.
As the day concluded, witness'd by the setting sun; we headed back to hearth and home, our fulfillment now was done.
With tiredness upon my frame, the horses laid on hay; I knew I'd hold this memory fast, of this magical winter's day.
December 2019
Written: by Miracle Man
12-26-2019
December, for me, is a month of bad memories,
But self worth has survived, once more, course emery’s.
My holidays are depressing not filled with merriness,
Recent past always emerges, overshadowing my cheeriness.
I awakened this morning feeling somewhat whipsawed,
Feeling as if all night, I’d been scratched and clawed.
Like a fighter in training for the next Olympiad,
I Must have had ten dreams and each one was bad.
Though a lot of good things, in December, has occurred,
Jesus’ birth is the only thing that wasn’t blurred.
My mind seems to be dominated by only the bad,
And I can’t recall the last good nights sleep I’ve had.