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Premium Member Caution: Impending Explosion

My stomach's like a rumbling pit
     That any moment may explode.
My stomach's like a roiling pot
     That's holding way too big a load.
My stomach's like Vesuvius;
     It will erupt--and soon, I feel
My stomach's very mad at me
     For wolfing down a five-pound meal.

Soon on the sofa I'll lie down.
     I feel on me a hundred eyes
Of others shocked by what I ate.
     My lowered head my shame descries.

Oh, fix an Alka Seltzer now
     And bring it to me. Please be quick
Because this birthday of my life,
     I've stuffed myself and am so sick.


February 24, 2020

entered in Richard Lamoureau's  Warning Poetry Contest


The poem is a parody of the following poem.



                  A Birthday
     By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894 

    My heart is like a singing bird 
       Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; 
    My heart is like an apple-tree 
       Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; 
    My heart is like a rainbow shell 
       That paddles in a halcyon sea; 
    My heart is gladder than all these 
       Because my love is come to me. 

    Raise me a dais of silk and down; 
       Hang it with vair and purple dyes; 
    Carve it in doves and pomegranates, 
       And peacocks with a hundred eyes; 
    Work it in gold and silver grapes, 
       In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; 
    Because the birthday of my life 
       Is come, my love is come to me.
Form: Rhyme


President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez 2024

President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024

Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever

to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to serve United States
despite being neophyte,

she received most
votes of any contender
since founding of Democracy
to assume modestly furnished
Capitol Hill - Washington
District of Columbia

most powerful post
within the United States
immediately electrifying North America
with her megawatt smile
crackling, snapping, and popping
with positivity, integrity, energy...

Deafening applause swept across nation
upon ascending dais prior to uttering one word,
she immediately wowed
darling of the hour received standing ovation
across greensward donned bajillion crowd
cheering, imploring, pumping...

green sleeved fists acclamation
action speaking decibels
louder than words bowed
young lady brought to genuine tears,
asper bona fide accreditation
understandable that newly

minted ma'am felt proud
to stride rite, (an air of modest
confidence) did enshroud,
sans an angelic halo augmenting
as optimistic words heard aloud

heralded sincere charming, intimating,
radiating... no frills accustomation
as if pledging troth to every citizen
(inclusive every flora and fauna) vowed
to steer ship of state toward ecologically,
environmentally, essentially...activation

away from fossil fuels shifting energy
consumption vis a vis alternate modalities
sow rejuvenation plowed
back into Earth prioritizing monied allocation
(dollar amount well worth investment) actualization,
where future generations will be grateful

to dead recent forebears for gift endowed
worth more than fine spun gold regarding
preservation of Gaia, how *****sapiens adaptation
made existence for all living creatures
(animals, plants, even this fungi) healthier allowed
populace to breathe easy and rest assured

quality of life for billions (ushering universal
family planning), despite tense adjudication,
especially when linkedin with
nuclear warheads disavowed,
but eventually kickstarted synergistic administration.
Form: Epic

Premium Member The Greatest Performance of My Life

A small desire like a spark, I do not know lit from where,
Frenzy of becoming an orator in me did flair;
I watched often, like blackbirds, seldom shutting my eye-lids,
Each speech of great orators, staying solid like lipids...!

It's time to perform - said well-wishers, relatives and friends,
Good-time was what all waited for anxieties to cleanse;
I was then a little boy just reaching adolescence,
Emotions and feelings had invaded my common-sense...!

There came, as though the final judgment, the appointed day,
I was ready, on our school stage, to perform my best way;
All applauded, as I entered the stage very happy,
Why this tremor? Why blankness of mind? Why heart goes flabby...?

Many laughed, howled and hooted; my kith and kin stood perplexed;
I left the dais, like a lunatic, humbled and vexed;
Pain of shame, like bark scorpion, my internals did sting,
Despair and frustration within, like eagles, did spread wing...!

I went dumbstruck and plunged into a cave of silence, 
Knowing, my people left me to my inner violence;
That I come out, like a lion, courageous and robust,
Excel in performance, full of self-confidence and trust...!

What clicked, then, exactly, I still verily do not know, 
Was it the resolve within that like flood of lava, flow?
My oration out-poured like a cloudburst, thunderously,
In this art, now, I shine like Sirius star, wondrously...!


31 May 2022
The Greatest Performance of My Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Form: Rhyme

Magic of the wildflowers

Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
Smirks subtly
a cluster of wildflowers

Dispersing seeds
Through wind and rain
A barren monotonous plain
the wildflowers pervade

Singing to the tunes of bees
Waving to the songs of breeze
The wildflowers set a dais
to please the audience

Cosmos, the team head
Vibrant colors they widespread
Dandelions, the collaborators
Destined to list our wishes good

The divine scent they proliferate around 
Is all enough to spellbound-
the novel flies, all perform a lovely play 
And leave us astounded every day 

Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
enthrall vividly 
a cluster of wildflowers
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Court of injustice

                                            40 years passed
                                       Judges came and went
                                   Unrelenting dates continued
                                     Agents filled their pockets
                                   Justice changed its meaning
                                  Shamelessness became order
                                   Helplessness turned into rule
                                     I shrunk to old and infirm

                                      Bankrupt in commitment,
                                             Ignorant in law
                                        Devoid of perceptivity
                                            Shorn of dignity
                                       Dumb sitting at the dais
                                          Working as a judge
                               Reflecting triviality and indifference 
                                    Deciding the course of my life.

                                        Me, the poor creature
                                       A human till yesterday
                                    Reduced to bones and flesh
                                  With heart broken, tears dried 
                                Sitting amidst gossips and laughs
                                     Of brokers and middlemen 
                                          Waiting for my turn
                                     In a room empty of values

                                        Diminished to a number
                                     Surrounded by greedy eyes
                                    In a place no less than a den
                                   Of heartless brutes and bullies 
                               Emitting suspense and uncertainty
                                   Killing the intellect and wisdom 
                                       Of a scared and tired soul 
                                Drowning him into an endless drama


Little Blue Dove

		
Her look said much thou she in essence hid a lot
Her look had an accusation that did set me aback
Her manner one of one in great internalized turmoil
Her demeanor said she has been thru pretty much

It was plain and apparent she needed to find someone
Not just a solid shoulder to lean on that at the moment
I offered a hug that offers a reprieve but not yet near
Near enough for what she is desperately seeking be-love?
Is it that someone who will appreciate her un swayed?
Neigh seeking what she has to offer and non-judgmental

She prays but not with words that she will meet one
Who is like her in demeanor and compliments her
One who will swear by the stars and believe in her
Love will sure find her she believes and she is so ready

Her eyes linger on mine seeking me out and bidding
Bidding her time in the hope and knowledge that
We two are star struck star-seeds seeking out for more
More than what the lay can offer much more and yet more

She does a little dance with little motivation and no energy
I promise silently I will find you but as at this moment cheri
I have a performance to finish on this dais you see me on
I then do go on with my performance but leave not my mind
Does she I know that later on I will find her and get to know her

Better hopefully fate has blown the right one my way this time thou'
Maybe just maybe cud it be she is the one my happily ever after luv
Maybe fairly tales do come true and a damsel in distress that av met
May just become the Cinderella to love happily ever after till eternity

#Acode254MemoirsOf_A_Beloved
#a_Luis_Momento_CocoLuv

Rustic Urn

Solitary ornament resting in time and space
Distilled form with a timeless trace
A stilled life shuttered from the blight of endless days
Its comon veneer no rich outlay portrays
Its stature, dimensions would not invite a patron's gaze 
Devoid of pretense; no lace, lacquer its margins encase
Not embossed with silk patterns, silver script; its trite value to efface
No shiny platters or gilded trays ringing its base
No vaunted dais its esteem to raise
From room's, ambient trappings solemnly strays
Rudimentary urn that the decor's aesthetic appeal dismays
Sentimental heirloom no grandeur, grace displays
From sojourners, elicits no envy or praise  
Paying homage solely to it's eclectic-owner's, frugaler ways
art
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hakaris HaTov

Hakaris HaTov
Recognizing the Good,
Be aware of what’s already there,
Mind that abundance is our spine,
Dire news presents a raincloud,
Blinding, warping focus of our blessing,
Making all seem dark, a piercing tyne,
News allures: Life or Death, it’s to force our vote,
Soiling Emunah, dirtying our air,
Bias ascends the dais, Emes inclined,
G-d & Good is in a still, small, quiet neighborhood,
Benefit is not in earthquakes, fire nor wind whirl,
Gratitude is a protecting rind,
Affirming Life, resisting the crowd,
Valuing our DNA, correcting foolish error,
A Jew sings “Modi Ani L’Fanecha…”,
Each morning, a first yearning,
Gratitude can’t exist ala arrogant line,
Nor with envy or a despairing howl,
But Sing! Light a Candle! Be Lunar!
A Gadol reflects Light, hears his fellows’ sighin’,
Moshe sensed his brothers’ low,
Gave them hope, restored Hashem’s honor,
He showed Gratitude all the time,
Moshe’s paradigm did endow,
By his example we endure,
Appreciate, let your loved ones’ shine,
Resilience into awareness allow,
When mishap reigns, refute & ignore,
Affirm Life, hold aloft Yes! An Emunah Sign!

Hakaris HaTov Glossary
Hakaris HaTov = Recognizing the Good
Emunah = Faith
Emes = Truth (Doing the appropriate thing – The Maharal)
G-d, Hashem = Respectful ways of writing “God”
Modi Ani L’Fanecha… = I thank before Your Face (You)…” (Said upon awakening)
Gadol = Great person
Moshe = Moses
Form: Rhyme

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Place : 2nd

Pouch Poetry 10 - 13

10.
the  apparent golden pot that i thought 
to be the underneath of a kadam-tree 

in the dim light i can notice that 
the stars in the sky are disappearing  

this session of poetry 
is coming to an end 

now where would i
go 

to that little home 

the home 
a tiny word of 4 letters 

within that home 
the children are giggling 
playing … and making funs 

when i entered 
with a tri-cycle in hand 
for them 

i have been perplexed 
many old persons are waiting there 
to shake hands with me

11.
almost most of my desires  
are very much hurt

to show it publicly 
i wrap bandages 
around all over my body 

i keep on the stage-drama  

in our programme of reading poetry 
tea is served twice 
current has gone off for three times 
for four times the mobiles ring
 
to pick up love  
some people think about returning back 
from today’s dais to the ancient stage 
of performing folk-drama 

then they are also sympathetic 
to my sufferings

12.
everyday 
on my way to return home from the school 
when my mom took hold of my hands

i could see in my body
the dancing of an unforgettable 
aura 

even now that mystical halo is walking 
on the leaves of the trees 
to fulfil my mornings 

that wayfaring along the road 
is ringing far and far-off 

thus taking bath in every day’s  
dust smoke hue and cry 

many such love 
gradually gets aged 

is it true 
in the long run 
i too
would be the ingredient 
of a fairy-tale

just because i love 
that paddy field 

some time later 
she will also become 
human 

13.
then she will make all of us  
join her walking 

those inmost feeling 
those memories meditations

the loneliness  and solitude…

sans the touch of the imagination of
a crater… 
a creator…

this blunder… 
this socially outcast white …
 
this type of uneven… 
and irrelevance…
 
sume words 
when peep in the mind
i surprise to see that 
it’s ten to 2 at night
 
then in the balcony 
my father is crying
 
he always notices some grave-yard men 
in front of him 

and sheds tears

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