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Wearing colorful chaniya choli,
dancing dandiya, garbha gaily
forgetting all cares and worry
Joyous bliss abounds in Navaratri
Celebrating nine attributes of femininity
knowledge, tranquility, benevolence, dynamism
Vigour, beauty, bravery, creativity, optimism
Navaratri eulogizes primordial cause of creation
Durga Puja, Golu, Saraswati Puja, Ramlila, Dussehra...
It is differently celebrated in each state of India
through temporary pandals erected at public places
Whole country revels in exuberant exhilaration
Females young and old are worshiped
Called home given food and gifts
Hymns in praise of Goddess resounding
Navaratri brings nine days of ebullient festivity
Worshiping, feeding Goddess daily
Chatting with relatives, friends
busy enjoying, collecting memories
Every year Navaratri bestows much glee.
07.10.2021
Note : Nine Goddess in picture are worshiped each day, each represent one aspect of feminity. Source Wikipedia.
I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush'
Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush
to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet
I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonnet
Rumor is that I like to crush people to be an irritation
and every time I hear that crap, it's with indignation
I've been on the site for years, and that's a long time
I'm just a guy who writes limericks and verse in rhyme
Some people poke fun, shake their heads and cuss
at lines that may be a bit bawdy, but why all the fuss?
Maybe they make some of you blush and faces turn red
But it's all in fun, nothing any adult should ever dread
I've a reputation, but one that some think is not good
Never been the instigator in Poetry Soup brotherhood
That label belongs to others. I've never acted like a troll
criticizing others. I'm not the black sheep in this fold
There were lots of times I felt the need to defend a friend
Some assume I'm a bully, but only to those who offend
I never point a finger at the innocent and won't condone
anyone who wants to be crowned king and sit on a throne
Unless it's one in a bathroom where the sound of a flush
means there's need for cleaning the toilet with a brush
I laugh with my friends at the potty humor they write
and bark at those who find it distasteful. And yes, I bite.
I've been given days off when accused of a wrongdoing
but I don't cry 'foul play' and whimper with boo-hooing
I'm still around, but I don't have the desire to reach
poetry fame. I just enjoy having the right to free speech
I'll enter this in the contest, though not a collaboration
I don't have a crush on poetry, but I'll call it a flirtation
to write things about life in the way I honestly see them
Truth is, I'm not a bully creating disruption and mayhem
On the zodiac trail of Pisces,
I walk my life on the track of totem wolf,
that pervades the sanctum of my solemn spirit
in the transparent topography of my alpha traits.
It lends me strategic strength and primal power,
making my mind feral and the psyche so valiant.
I follow its footprints persistently, pursuing desires,
with a heart where streams of empathy and love flow.
Although preferring to break away from the pack,
like it does, I fiercely defend my family and friends.
So, don’t trifle with me for I’m strong and relentless,
with the soul compliant to the ethos of my spirit animal.
I trace in entrancing tranquility its solemn shadow,
showing me the mesmeric magic of moonbeam lattice,
while in the mystique blue night I murmur in divine joy,
hear the whisper of moonshine cadence calling me home.
June 2, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Feb 28)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Happy Memorial day
Sitting where he one time stood
never one time trying to brag.
He chokes on his own teardrops
as he salutes the American flag.
Recalling brothers that have died
that stood by him in war.
Brothers in adversity
that don't come home no more.
He blinks to fight the memories
that are flashing through his mind.
Just like in his dreams at night
like a movie on rewind.
He can hear grenades exploding
he can hear the brave men cry.
He still hears the prayers they prayed
as they prepared to die.
With visions of the blood soaked ground
the world will never know.
All the horrors he has seen
as his tears start to flow.
Just beyond the flag he sees
children playing in a park.
People sitting home tonight
will walk the streets at dark.
Without a single thought in mind
of things that used to be.
And those now buried in the ground
so others could be free.
He turns his wheelchair in the grass
and starts to roll away.
And whispers quietly to his friends
Happy Memorial day.
Edwin C Hofert
Someone comes into your life.
Someone who just naturally,
makes you feel a lil happier.
You are that someone for me.
You have opened my eyes to a new perspective,
On a lot of different important things, including myself.
You have said things to me that no one else ever has.
I will always remember how you helped me in so many ways.
I will always remember you, and how you took the time to help me.
I will never forget, the times we spend together.
We always had a good time that left a smile upon my face.
Looking forward to our next encounter, anticipation of a child.
Thank you for being the awesome person that you are.
My world is a much brighter place with you in it.
May we always be friends, it would mean so much to me,
You have made my life complete just by being in it.
There was a time when I didn't have much to care about
even with people all around me
and now it seems like I have to much to care about
but where is everyone today
my life was suddenly turned upside down
spinning out of control
then one day from out of the blue I thought of the time
I spent with you
even though our time together was short lived
it had so much to give
and the memories came pouring in my mind and out of my eyes
all of a sudden I realized
you were more to me than just another guy or friend
I can't help but wonder
will I ever get to see you again?
Most of our time was spent talking on the phone
but there were also the moments
we spent alone
I remember holding each other close whenever we were near
never wanting to let go
cause we knew we couldn't hold each other come tomorrow
we didn't get to see each other very much
and damn it now I wish to God we had stayed in touch
something here has got to give
I'm running out of things to believe in
that's why I pray everyday for an answer to my question
will I ever get to see you again?
I think of the time where we watched the game with your
friends and family
and then with no kind of planning
we were alone together
and we spent our first and only night
holding one another tight untill the morning
I remember how when we looked deep into each others eyes
for me life stopped for a moment at that time
and it was you that had my hyponotized
oh so many butterfiles
it has taken this long for me to realize
that never has anyone taken me there again
my biggest mistake I've ever made was not telling you how I truely felt
I couldn't put it in the right words
because I really wasn't sure of my emotions
thought it was just what was happening in the moment
and give time I would be alright
never did I believe now I would be in such torment
the pain of not knowing
will I ever get to see you again?
Need to find you to let you know
that you are the only one I could never let go and I really do love you so
oh somebody please help me find the answers
because I do need to know
will I ever get to see you, hold you, tell you I am in love with you again?
If so when?
Let’s play together with victorious glee
Bonding so joyfully as we can be
Thanking the Lord for great blessings we see
Our family, and friends, with you and me.
Let's learn together with our very best
Counting one to ten, up to the fullest
Saying a-b-c, reading to be blest
Then we shout, "Hurray" for passing the test.
Let’s have fun together with cheer's delight
Sharing our toys along loving delight
Since we are taught to care and do what's right
While gladly praising God* in singing might.
*Psalms 150:6 Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
September 15, 2024
1st place, "Nursery Rhymes 7" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 10/4/2024
12/13/20
"Why Is It?"
Times of crisis
The cause of our own destruction, and being lifeless
Is more complex than science
Sometimes it involves an appliance
Sometimes it's considered sacrifices
Often from violence
Or our own devices
Quickly will pay the price quick
And might just die if
You never try to fight it
An ongoing virus
Having an impact on the sinus
With me, don't try to get righteous
Or pious
I'm not one sided
Or biased
I remain silent
Holding a trident
On an island
Among redwood giants
No matter the climate
I spied it
And saw with my eye this
There's too many tyrants
Folks kept calling them "your highness"
Such B.S., never once did I buy it
Always remained quiet
Became friends with pirates
Such knowledge and experience is priceless
Turning on the light switch
Not so blinded or simple minded
Gaining mileage
Shining like a diamond
And still enlightened
Paying no mind or trying to fight the system
We've no proof, of if extra-terrestrial life visits
Why is it?
It's nice and vivid
The world can be quite wicked
At times I find it twisted
You don't have to agree, just don't be blind to it
Why kid?
Don't try to fib
Living a lie, why live it?
Often saw the back of my eyelids
Getting so high, I'm lifted
Mixing alcohol with it, if it already didn't
It's about to hit quick
Was or wasn't predicted
The same can be said for it being scripted
Spirits risen
Despite so much division
A lot of content is encrypted
Continuing the expedition
With ambition
As was written
The truth not fiction
Taking out all competition
Remaining driven
Nearby mechanisms
And organisms
Made my decision
Many schisms
Everyone has opinions
Did or didn't involve criticism
In and out of hell's kitchen
Often I've been conflicted
I don't just sip it
I dive in it
Wasn't always able to fit in
Either I did, or I didn't
I'm different
I listen
Keep my hand hidden
Using wisdom
And vision
To take care of business
From the start to the finish
Yet I'm far too dependent on substances and liquids
It's really sad, I know isn't it (it is)
Please don't mistake a smile for warmth, it's not
Behind the surgeon's smile sure lurks a knife
That pal at work you hang out with a lot
Will cut your heart out, ruin your very life
When young, we think we have a million friends
We laugh, we play, we think that life is great
Though really they pursue their selfish ends
So easy for their love to turn to hate
True warmth won't turn you out in winter's cold
It cooks a hearty meal for you at night
It also will take care of you when old
It sympathizes with your every plight
Look past that smile, my friend, and see the heart
~ The best advice to you I can impart
Iambic Pentameter
Is time an illusion we've unnecessarily set?
Some scientists now say
that it is.
When deja-vu happens, does it represent
an earlier life--a second shift?
Or, is it a moment that was lost in time
and then returned
as a gift?
How odd it is that we must clock time's passing
hours that spill through
our grasp
Years that seemed only moments in time--
children's giggles
that couldn't last.
That moment of recognition, deja-vu,
we've been here before, unsettling feelings
that disappeared,
never to be traced
Lovers we've kept in secret thoughts
seem but long-ago dreams
that time has misplaced
I imagine deja-vu has been studied
I doubt they've reached a conclusion
Something unknown, we're suddenly sure
we know this scene, mingled with confusion
As years transform our bodies
into someone
we never knew
Time will mark our passing to a timeless place
where moments we lost
may be found
in deja-vu.
February 16, 2023
For "Deja-vu poetry contest"
by Unseeking Seeker