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In the state known as the Land of the Kings
Is the city I belong to , the city my heart is within
Where royalty and regalty is in the air
Tales of Bravery and Heroism everywhere
The princely state , adorned with many cities
Rich Wildlife adding to the diversity
Home to the oldest mountain range : Aravali
Rajasthan is name of the state so godly
The city I live in , is called the pink city
Named after the color of hospitality
Known for its Pottery , Paintings and Jewellery
Leheriya and Bandhani sarees exhibiting feminity
Art and culture portraying vibrancy
Serving mouth watering palatable delicacies
Jaipur is known as the Island of Glory
The history of valor it gallantly carry
Sacred temples with their divinity
Forts and Palaces depicting surreal beauty
Emboiding with pride - the Rajputana ancestry
This is land soaked with the blood of victory
At Stirling Castle, history,
Imparted by a guide,
Allows us to imagine
What the artifacts provide.
The weapons and the uniforms,
The chambers and decor,
All displayed in ways to show us
Things we’ve never seen before.
Yet upon some walls are tapestries
Depicting what we know
Of the story of the unicorn
And how they laid him low.
For most visitors, they’re magic
And, although we were impressed,
They are copies of originals
And don’t quite pass the test.
In New York, we have the Cloisters
With those tapestries on view
And we’ve seen them many times
Because that’s what we tend to do.
We may not have ancient castles
Back at home, but we have art,
Often purchased by the moguls,
Super-rich and super-smart.
Black and white Advent calendar
I will make you red and green
Haven't you heard the red oleander
Dropping its last leaf for December sheen
Growing up with bullets in the Taliban
Blood spills into the streets of Kashmir
Still the Calendar craves and calls for
Gold, Frankincense and balmy myrrh
Whenever the birds are all gone
Open the crimson card door
See, when the star will return
As the Bethlehem angels soar
In the centre of the white frost
In every cube of icy story
Look at the pink loving bouquet
Smiling to greet the glory
I do remember the pine tree
I had planted on such a day
So that he can keep green
Whether December or May
He will come he will come
Chocolate of assurance in every window
Tender palms and the face handsome
Soft yellow with sunrise glow
Advent box of twenty-fourth December
Leads me to the Angel moonlight
Echoes of the Migdal Eder
Shining star in the ebony night
What is in the last box
Christmas tree or red cherry?
I kept waiting with wonder
Like the child like strawberry
A photo came out depicting Jesus
Almost as a man like we are
With personality as the Mount Everest
And a heart with cucumber care
We will light the waiting candles
Deck up spirited Christmas trees
Lay our ears to the vibrant voice
I come back with the Christmas breeze
The voice rises from the seas and rivers
Also from the stars above
In spite of bullets and pistols
What prevails are his wounds of love
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13/12/2018
Originally published in all poetry.com
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Dante's Inferno
An overcast sky blotches a caring Sun's sympathetic warmness, diffusing confidences of a blissful morn,
Consolidates a desolate soul, filled only in despair of inflated apprehensive pupils,
Notwithstanding, it is sensed with comprehensive estrangement, dwarfs enthusiastic esteem,
Downcast eyes overshadow the mood as trepidation overwhelm their fleeting days of an annular golden ring,
Forsaken wretched souls wrought into mounds of snowdrifts that only salt can melt their obvious affliction,
Inescapable captives within their daily cell of contemplation of fading yesteryears,
Initiating challenging footsteps digresses for the abandoned in the anticipatory abyss,
Fabled truths circumvent the scenery provocations of unwanted expectedness,
Traverse consumption on stomach binges, compiled with the void that stems from within, convulses during this time,
The wayward life of a destitute heart pulsates the same as a blizzard in June,
They fester in the realm of an endless December, a masterpiece frozenly framed depicting the hellish interpretation that is to be Dante's Inferno.
2019 December 26
*5th Place*
Your best December poem
~~John Hamilton: Judged 2019 December 26
Turned on the TV to see what they'd say
There's crowds in the streets all around the UK
Shelves being ransacked at Tesco all day
It's happening too in the U S of A
My TV depicting an end, clearly near
With Donald Trump there and Brexit right here
Then back to the masses, although it’s unclear
Whether it's panic or madness or fear
They're showing us scenes of emptying shelves
With mobs going frantic, all out for themselves
TVs get lifted from where they were racked
It's easy to see that society's cracked
Hoarders are scooping up baked beans and bread
Brand names all gone, own label instead
'Food for my family', is what one said
'I've got to provide for fear they'd be dead’
Coffee and alcohol, biscuits and cakes
Sausages, burgers, bacon and steaks
Folk grab at board games with ladders and snakes
And luxury watches, both real ones and fakes
And now the news treats us to Donald Trump's face
He's saying he's set for a nuclear race
He's gonna build brick walls all over the place
Cos the US is full and there ain't no more space
So they're panicking far and they're panicking near
The whole of the western hemisphere
The Ruskies have nukes and they're all pointing here
It seems that the mobs are in justified fear
Then back to the markets and bustling streets
Shopping bags bulging with with copious eats
Vegetables, fruit and myriad meats
All crammed into car boots and on the back seats.
Now we view traffic jammed up standing still
Ambulance racing to someone who's I'll
Drivers attempting to show some goodwill
No room to maneuver for sirens so shrill
Then back to the clambering hands and shelves bare
Frantic swipes reach for the last items there
Desperate housewives pulling out hair
Their trollies still holding a square inch of air
As fighting breaks out in aisle number eight
Some fellow bought milk... An entire crate
But what made the other bloke really irate?
The last crate was taken by the first bloke's mate
I turn in shame from my TV
Can't bare to see the things I see
Where once we had humanity
This war has brought depravity
But as I turn, the room to leave
I hear the words I can't believe
Do my eyes and ears deceive?
This is not war... It's Christmas Eve
Sometimes a soft and most pleasant serene melody,
other times a full blown out all scale orchestrated symphony,
but always depicting Nature and Wildlife not only accuratly,
but also radiantly beautiful in its magnificence musically,
the way Nature and Wildlife is always heard by me,
whenever Nature and Wildlife are too far to be seen.
I wish I could include in my music library,
all the background music used in Nature and Wildlife documentaries,
but such compositions are very rarely released.
Too bad, I find the music so moving emotionally with what I've seen visually,
that just listening to the music alone afterward is still enough to move me.
" Definitions:
Delineating Means: Depicting or describing.
Deify Means: Adoration or exaltation for a beloved." - Oxford Dictionary -
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Darling, desire dominates dearest dreams.
Daydreams discover deepest devotion.
Despite demonstrative dauntless dedication.
Decades didn’t dampen delicate delights.
Daylight dawned, dazzled by a daisy a day.
Doting directly drives desire to dance.
Determined to declare deify for my dearest.
Distinguished, debonair, dignified date.
Dress, diamond, Diocese, document, a destiny.
Delineating developing dependence divinely.
Deserving dedicated devotion darling.
Dissent divides, devotion defends, to dispel dire divisions.
Along the primeval forest of mine emotions
Arouse the dancing colors of sensations
Thick, full of vigor-yes it is
Nourished within the drastic mist.
Commencing its way from nowhere stage
Until the fullness it doth besiege
Bizarre sentiment within its might
Engulfed my being with its heights.
And in the lustrous moment of time
Sung the emotion's melodious chime
Chains of laughter's beneath the sun
Spread its vastness throughout the land.
As the golden time rolled by
Emotions do rise unto the Zenith
Depicting its embers that don't die
Flaming passions in heart beneath.
The gestures it does were full of arts
Portrayed deeply by the loving heart
Until the day it lost its way
To the wounded heart where I cant say.
Wishing this feeling will have its death
Flip pages- thou art a myth.
The meing
and mining
and mowing
and moaning
and meaning
and moatedness of life
could not be so different
for girls and boys,
She and he and s/he speaking indifferent
hearing purpose
Enlightening wealthy spirit mess
empowering healthy nature nest,
polyculturing Earth's most profoundly beautiful
and resiliently truthful
nonviolent EarthPeace future
eco-brightening health investiture
And sacred inspiring safety
for all EarthTribe expiring duty
regenerating mature
degenerating immature
fighting and peacing together
integrity's great green
transpositional culture.
Future meaningful prediction
depicting past prehistoric light
and indigenous power
and energetic meaning redaction
Of Heavenly boys and Earthly girls,
surfing oceans and organic lands,
raining waters in fertile soil
expiring seeds and inspiring eggs
of bicameral toil
Consciousness of EarthTribe's meing
mining
moaning for more cooperatively resilient
co-empathic
compassionate post-sacred meaning
no longer against secular purpose
Contextually integral
polypathic sensory synergy,
multiculturally cerebral being
polymathic energy we-ing
in me-ing
and down mowing
and out mining
and deep moaning
and wide meaning
of love's co-passioning potential.
War elephants and jackasses
with their endless stomping and braying
from Saigon to Afghanistan.
Siamese scripts depicting
blood for oil
death for profit
blood for lithium
death for "prophet".
From tricky dicky's Saigon saga
to
Hidin' Biden's Afghanistan withdrawal debacle
to
Obama's sacrificial lamb ambassador in Benghazi
to
Mr. Peanut's 444 days of terror in Tehran
(It's all been a horrible waste of time and flesh).
Nothing gained
from a half-century of war
the grunts and the poor always pay
when terror regains the reins.
You cannot ever scrub clean the stains of a bad regime.