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The Renaissance was started by brilliant men
who used the chisel, the brush and the pen...
painters decorated cathedrals and churches,
architects and sculptors embellished the squares
of Florence, of Rome, of Venice and Naples;
poets like Dante created a new language
from the wide-spoken Latin and gained prestige,
and among these emerged women painters...
were they not appreciated as male artists,
were they merely looked down as artisans? Only a wealthy
woman could be an artist to express her ideals freely.
Sofonisba Anguissola was the gentle soul of creativity
that kings and queens loved, not because of her nobility!
A hospitable host for the poets all over
Decorated with the festoons of poems
Disseminating the aroma of knowledge
With eye-feasting and insightful portraits
Serene and sweet music of audio clippings
Ragas of divergent genres with positive vibes
Free from the constraints of domestic walls
Cognizance of rich inputs with impartial judgements
Supportive dais for classic and novice poets
Sharing of different beliefs and traditions
A storehouse of passions and emotions
Bringing myriad thoughts across the world together
A lovely platform that has accommodated me
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Spring green decorates the hills
Down in the hollow where the creek flows
Wild azaleas and mountain laurel appeal
As spring a masterpiece gently shows
Once I was in my spring of life
Born, grew, developed, lived, love flowed
Years passed into summer being a wife
Then fall came, how my life slowed
Those autumn leaves swiftly fell flowing down
Their beautiful colors slowly turned into gold
Then so many shades and colors of trees' crown
What a story their descent to earth told
Bare skeletal oaks, poplar, sweet gum and dogwood
Each shape decorated the drab countryside
A longing once again for spring to come if it would
But alas the last spring has come, and can no longer abide
“When love sent a baby on that silent night, there was hope to save us, a plan to make things right” ~ poet
Just a child, I surely didn’t see
The reason for such amazing whimsy
When my Mom decorated, decked the halls
With her shining tinsel, glistening balls
I felt so stirred, like Christmas time
The joy must be singing in a rhyme
About the wonder, peace and love
Sent to all of us, from heaven above
Just a child, I did not understand
The wonderous day, so very grand
But I know, without a single doubt
He’s living inside my heart, so I cry out
It’s Christmas time, Jesus’ love glows
Sent down to all of us – His love flows
Revealing the music of His grace
I’ll forever be nestled in His embrace
Just a child, on this Christmas Eve
The joy inside – you’d not believe
Jesus is the light, reflecting peace
He’s the answer, a love that won’t cease
Jesus is the miracle of a virgin birth
He is the love that came to earth
While Christmas is the time to celebrate
I know the One who will always create…
A Christmas night filled with hope
Christmas that tells us all we can cope
Christmas is alive inside my soul
I know the One who makes me whole
Christmas is the season for giving back
A prayer, praise for Him who doesn’t lack
He is the reason that I feel such delight
For the joy, the carols, everything that’s right
Christmas is in the air, writing praise
For the One who inspires – He will amaze
He’s blessed my life with a gentle grace
And I’ll never forget – I’ll soon see His face
When I meet Him in heaven, that fine day
I know for certain – Here is what I’ll say…
“Thank You, Jesus, for the love and grace…
But especially for bringing me to this place”
Heaven waits and Christmas can never tell
What it means to me, who was saved from hell
Christmas is the day when I finally say
Thank You, Lord, for making a way
Thank You, Jesus, for showing me such love
You’re the reason I sing to heaven above
About this season, when we celebrate Your birth
The beautiful peace that God brought to earth!
Once had been to distant relatives place.
Captured a glimpse of scenery -a roomy astounding garden located in their backyard.
It was a biggish "wow" for us.
The whole day we played forgetting our mum and dad.
As I am deeply attached to nature~
observing those tall standing trees,tiny little plants,swift flying birds were such gratifying..
Had a peaceful brisk walk & got thoroughly drenched in satisfaction.
Time was gliding very agile.
Further, we began to explore more curiously & hurriedly..
Climbed on the tree picked reachable guavas, blackberries,gooseberries, mangoes and gobbled them with hearts contentment.
We swung ,played,slept on the branches for that entire day(..to be monkeys for a day was thrilling ..though we didn't realise at that moment ;-) )
Me and my little brother filled our school bags full of fruits to carry home along with us.
My inner heart compelled to steal away the bountiful garden.
But sad ..practically that seemed impossible!
Aah.. still I reminisce that "one day"experience..
it was such soothing to be in that environment which was dressed in lush greenery and flowers,butterflies decorated as it's ornaments.
Everyday we dream of having a desired garden like that ~in future ..
if we ever own a house.
11-6-2020
5th place in the Contest.
Note:Garden Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart.
Shaped in five-pointed star polygon
I moved in patriotic moron
Decorated both my daughter and son
Surrounded by white-collars of Pentagon
Handsome looked like Triggered weapon
Equipped many sarcastic drones
Peace and dice belonging to the boss
Pentagram tired to say allegory emboss
Five elements resist and chaos
Air, earth, fire, water, and spirit always frost
But Pentagon still emerged toss
Associated with mystery and hierarchy boast
Human rigid or human right?
Regardless of race, lies, ties and bright
Motherland addressed reason for fight
Nationality comes to grief of torch light
Haunted by the past of night
Country and shield governed tight
promoted fast hell flight
Auld Lang Syne means old long since
Pentagram said goodbye and flapped fins
Pentagon said: It is your sins!
Young bullets built from tax PIN
Penetrated the bodies upside down triple nine
Triple six went to ruins
They served corpse cuisine
snowstorm related
she drowned trying to glide across the lake
violets are thrown in the center
her favorite perfume still lingers in the air
i remember her transistor radio
i remember her potable 8 track player
i remember her walkman
i remember her thingaamabobetta to play 45s on
my favorite was her hidden collection of vintage 78s
rainstorm worn
she drowned while trying to float while breathless under the lake
lilacs are thrown leftmost symbolizing her specially talented hand
here decorated wheelchair is now a landmark of upliftment
i remember her collection of needles
i remember her muilfaceted threads and yarns
i remember her 'brown sugar drawings'
i remember her baby blue sewing machine
my favorite was here hidden collection of vintage quilts
the Mostly Appreciated Parts were the pleasure of their company's inspiration
i sit indian style in loving memory of Them Both.....
At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold
Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow
Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low.
Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze
A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze.
With eyes full of kindness and words like a song
She saw through the silence, knew the girl didn’t belong.
Anne Girvan was her name, a mentor so bright
Igniting a spark and banishing the girl’s night.
With patience and wisdom, the teacher gently untied
The knots of self-doubt that had bound the girl’s pride.
“Believe, my dear,” she whispered, “you are strong,
Your voice is a melody; let it carry you along.”
In the world of words, the girl found her escape
A refuge in language, a chance to reshape.
The pen became the girl’s ally, the paper her friend,
Thus began her journey, a path to amend.
Through verses and prose, she let out her fears
Dropping them like anchors, dissolving in tears.
Anne Girvan—the guide, the catalyst of change—
Empowered the girl to break free from her cage.
In the alleys of Kingston, the girl’s story took flight,
A blossoming author, her words pure and bright.
She painted her struggles, her triumphs, her strife,
A testament to the teacher who transformed her life.
The pages reverberated with the strength of her voice
A symphony of triumph, a tale to rejoice.
The timid Jamaican girl was finally set free,
Her metamorphosis sparked by Anne Girvan's decree.
In Kingston’s inner city, where dreams often stall,
A teacher and poet answered her call.
Now she pens accolades for the one who believed,
Who unmuted her voice—her hero, reprieved.
This tale is her hymn to a teacher’s grace,
Whose influence lingers, transcending all space.
Decorated with praises among the heavens above,
Her ode to Anne Girvan, a testament of love.
Glitter glow in fall -
Giddy from the hayride that we’d just taken,
we stood embracing underneath a yellow harvest moon.
The sparkle in your eyes of blue matched the glorious sheen
of the myriads of stars
that lit that magic night when first we kissed.
Glitter glow in winter -
Awed by a flurry of new snow along our path
as hand in hand we strolled and snowflakes decorated trees,
I saw those snowflakes glisten as they touched upon your cheek
softly like the words we had no need to speak.
Our love was growing, glowing like the snow.
Glitter glow in spring -
Surprised by a sudden April shower,
I trembled more from the thrill of being in your arms than from the chill.
An iridescent bow appeared and stretched across blue sky.
Your eyes of sky’s same hue were shining too as you proposed
beneath that radiant rainbow of our promise.
Glitter glow in summer -
Gleaming wet from our frolic in the ocean’s waves,
we lay entwined on a blanket on the beach, wearing grains of sand
like diamonds on our arms and hands and feet.
Your sweet face beamed with joy beneath the brilliant orange sun
of a honeymoon to treasure in twilight’s glitter glow.
Waiting for the clock to strike twelve,
I idly threw myself on my cozy bed.
Sniffing the pleasantly sweet smell,
From my window, all spread.
Listening to my neighbors' happy talks,
A smile pops up on my face.
Leaving me engaged in a pool of thoughts,
And making my heart rapidly race.
With curiosity building up within me,
About the upcoming New Year.
I sneakily headed to my window to see,
My neighbors were ready with the cake to cheer.
Balloons, candles, and Cake,
Decorated elegantly on their porch.
Staying all night awake,
Impatiently looking at the watch.
With only two more minutes to go,
We patiently waited for the right time.
Time went too slow,
And it felt like an unpunishable crime.
When the minute hand and hour hand met,
And all of us celebrated with joy.
Like the clock being reset,
To the beginning again; we cheer up and enjoy.
Fireworks spread all over the sky,
Sparkling brightly like Fireflies.
Bringing new hopes and lifting our spirits high,
Thus becoming a feast for the eyes.
Celebrations and events worldwide,
Bidding farewell to the previous year.
People welcome the new year with pride,
Throwing aside their worries and fear.
I came back to my bed again,
And snuggled into my duvet.
Memories of this night remain,
Indelible to the people on this planet.