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The King of Diamonds sat upon the throne
with Queen of Hearts there seated by his side;
he ruled with fists of iron and it was known
by all the lowly peasants far and wide.
The King a gruff and greedy sort of man;
to peasants, many taxes did apply.
To cross the King a foolish sort of plan,
but Queen of Hearts, she had a roving eye.
Across the court a jester gaily danced;
the Jack of Clubs to all the realm was known,
and to this knave the Queen’s eye did advance,
and with wry smile, Queen’s interest was shown.
She dropped her handkerchief upon the ground
where jester clearly took the royal cue;
and thus illicit tryst was newly crowned,
the Queen and Jack began their sinful coup.
Clandestine meetings in the jester’s room
upon his bed amongst the tangled sheets;
romancing all alone as day goes boom;
then lying low while waiting for repeat.
Now King he was a cagy clever guy;
suspecting something up between the pair,
behind his back attempting to defy,
and finally caught them lying in the bare.
And to the tower dungeon Queen was cast
as people of the realm were so appalled.
Our jester not as lucky by contrast;
the Jack of Clubs, by King’s command, de-balled.
And so to all the Maidens of this realm
if to the King of Diamonds you are wed;
then lest your happiness be overwhelmed
you best be ever faithful to his bed.
January 20, 2019
I took a nap one late afternoon
After parking my rusty bike far from our lawn
My nap took few minutes and soon
Bikes’ wheels turned into red watermelons
I got up eagerly and went cycling again
Showing my new bike to other children
Some chased to jump and ride with me
So we headed to the mountain-sides gaily
I noticed the uniqueness of my bicycle
With green tubes like vines but durable
It stretched out for a back seat, so flexible
Offering greatest ride and most fantastic travel
Up the hills and down the verdant plains
My bike flew high and landed down like an airplane
An effortless drive passing all flowering gardens
Two watermelon-wheels rolled fast like a train
Those who bullied me having a rusty bike
Thanked me while in tandem, they all liked
Going on smooth road trip – we all rock
But suddenly we stopped at a sound of a clock
Along with a loud alarm was my mother
Woke me up from screams that bothered her
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in my room
Then I remembered my bike parked far from our lawn
July 11.2022 9.52am
First greetings gaily given
Fair days brighten with benevolence
Feathered beacons warble crystal incessance
Favour of lurid lyricists to gladdened ears submitted
Choral phenomenas divulge
Cherished ownership of full freedom
Chasing open hopes, bigger skies speed them
Choices expanded grandly in latitude bold birds hold
Twig feet hop on pavement
Tentative hunters approach tid bits
Thrown among human realm, morsel interest
Tweased piece crumb bomb swallowed is savoured
Message singers send, blatant
Mindfully stay in sweet place of praise
Melancholy has proximity but elation will prevail
Masters of opportunity, gloss winged indignant makes it
30th November
He conjures pretty poems and proses,
but something in the wicked wind forewarns,
In his eyes, a sea of roses,
in his flesh, the pain of thorns.
A child, swinging gaily on the beach,
in back, a little girl, within his reach,
before his eyes, a sapphire blue,
but behind him, soon his ears,
heard a toddler on the sand, in tears.
In school, he read of heroes, brave and true -
when he'd grow up, that's what he'd do,
but some things wash away with time.
The ideals seen by the young man's eyes
would flit away like butterflies.
One day, in matrimony, he would wed,
"To have and to hold", is what he said.
He cursed his eyes, which would betray.
A happy family is what they could see,
but the wind said it was not to be.
He conjures pretty poems and proses,
but something in the wicked wind forewarns,
In his eyes, a sea of roses,
in his flesh, the pain of thorns.
A lonely island stands so mysteriously in the middle of the ocean,
A rocky mountain surrounds it, concealing its enchanting beauty,
The focal point of it is a dreamland where one’s ken is beyond,
A lonely island stands so mysteriously.
The animals dance around on all kinds of fruit trees day and night so gaily,
Birds, insects and nocturnal dwellers sing, chiming every crustacean
To herald that a paradise lost is found , thanks God be the glory!
Let’s go and explore its mesmerizing beauty and mystery, we all valiantly can,
At the entrance, the cold breeze and flowers in full bloom welcome us heartily,
Crystal- clear water on falls, springs and streams splashes cooler than a fountain,
A lonely island stands so mysteriously.
April 20, 2013
(Form: Roundel)
Honorable Mention
Contest: Roundel
Judged: 5/11/13
Sponsor: Poet Suzette Crous
Some say I'm a daydreamer
Someday, I will get better; whatever weather...
Someday, I will be...with you forever
Some say never, but never say never
I've been drifting like a feather in the sky these days
I've been wandering in many ways…
I sway today, today
My wings go astray
What can I say?
I want you, I pray…
Hello to the sorrow in my soul, in my sad soul
Goodbye to tomorrow, for yesterday takes it toll
Strong feelings bury me alive and pile up in my bewildered brain
Lost my train of thought and I feel like I'm in so much pain
Made sense to me that you are gone
Who knew that you'd be moving on
You've given me a thousand reasons to give up all along
But, I'll give you a thousand more to prove you wrong
Some say I'm a hopeless singer, a lost believer
Someday, I'll bring you positivity, I'm sure
Someday, these hardships I will endure
Some say whatever, but I am a fighter
I've been drifting like a feather in the sky these days
I've been wandering in many ways…
I sway today, today
My wings go astray
What can I say?
I want you, I pray…
Hello to the sorrow in my soul, in my sad soul
Goodbye to tomorrow, for yesterday takes it toll
Strong feelings bury me alive and pile up in my bewildered brain
Lost my train of thought and I feel like I'm in so much pain
Made sense to me that you are gone
Who knew that you'd be moving on
You've given me a thousand reasons to give up all along
But, I'll give you a thousand more to prove you wrong
You've given me a thousand reasons
To float gaily like a feather in this freezing weather
You've given me a thousand seasons
To flourish like a fervent flower and be a butterfly aflutter
I sway today, today
My wings go astray
I've been drifting away
As you wait for me on the bay
As you find me before I go…I pray...
Before you go, can you go with me? Can I go with you?
I hope you know that, without you, I'm a beach sky-blue
I awoke to find silver rays streaming in
In half awake state I lay dreaming
I glide on the silky moonbeams
In radiant moon's soft glow
While sweet breeze sing
Melody of music as they gently blow.
Floating on soft delicate
Wisps of pink clouds sailing
Dancing gaily on rainbow across
The sapphire blue sky.
The splendid golden sun paints
The sky pale pink and crimson gold
Purple colored lofty mountains
Waving to me I behold.
Sparkling brooks gurgling and babbling
In sweet ecstasy and glee
Blooming evergreen sheltering trees
Beckon me with wide open arms
Richly fragrant spring flowers
And scented blossoms delight.
Soon the sky turns a purple tinted hue
Golden stars glitter like diamonds
Embedded in a soft velvet sky
Casting an exquisite golden, celestial glow
The moon and stars dance in joyful harmony
Delightful dream filling me with heavenly bliss.
“Of time you would make a stream upon whose
bank you would sit and watch its flowing…”
From On Time, by Kahlil Gibran
If you could imagine time as a beauteous spring
Blossoming your life, charming euphoric dreams
I am sure you will regret not having enough of it
Reveling fondly, vibrantly, on prairies, tributaries
Bouncing blue-tides gaily, buoying cerulean seas
Traversing through seasons without ever ceasing
Yet, it lengthens or shortens much to our chagrin
Depending on whether in happiness, or in grief,
Reminiscing in love, or despising pensive memories
Days of yesteryears, though long gone and spent
Seeds that were sown then, now produce harvests
Either wailing in laments, or lauding of goodness
Time yet to come may find~ a tomorrow elusive
So invest it on today, elevating it to exhilarating
When your song is playing, opt to waltz and sing
Paint time immortal on portrait of angelic deeds
Hang on the walls of future your timeless legacy
Be the finite world priceless, that ticks to infinity
Let your time accumulate to meaningful centuries,
Don’t watch it pass you by, decaying in unworthy,
Offer time an inspiration to build your own destiny
November 7, 2021
Placed 1st: “T” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Time
Praise God forevermore
He is majestic to the core
He is much adored
He is the mountains ashore
He is an awesome chord
He is also a sweet Accord
And I never meant to
I never meant to
I never meant to hurt You
I’m flying in the sky
And I don’t know why
This is my melody
I can be truly free
If You’d set me free
Set me free from captivity
Been through it all
Thought of You
When I did my free-fall
Out of the blue
While I flee gleefully and wondrously
To the magnificent mountains oh so gaily…
Praise God forevermore
What are you waiting for?
Let your velvet wings soar
Don’t be such a reckless bore
He restored grace to my verse
Rejoicing is what we should rehearse
His ear chooses not to ignore
Our cries that we shed in reverse
Our lives are a gift and a curse
And I never meant to
I never meant to
I never meant to hurt You
I’m flying in the sky
And I don’t know why
This is my melody
I can be truly free
If You’d set me free
Set me free from captivity
Been through it all
Thought of You
When I did my free-fall
Out of the blue
While I flee gleefully and wondrously
To the magnificent mountains oh so gaily…
But, His magnificent mountains
Will melt into faithful fountains
Our foundations are perfection to the Lord
He struck an Accord chord
Inside me and that’s what I hoard
These sins I concealed and committed –
I cannot afford and my feet feel like lead
Illuminated God’s above love is our positive allegory
Nice-looking notions are gems of optimistic glory
And I never meant to
I never meant to
I never meant to hurt You
I’m flying in the sky
And I don’t know why
This is my melody
I can be truly free
If You’d set me free
Set me free from captivity
Been through it all
Thought of You
When I did my free-fall
Out of the blue
While I flee gleefully and wondrously
To the magnificent mountains oh so gaily…
And I never meant to
I never meant to
I never meant to hurt You
I’m flying in the sky
And now, I know why
Nestling in my realm, as you host a daydream,
Reveling in breeze of my splendor evergreen,
I welcome you to my domain of rhythmic trills
Where roam the blue jays, robins, and crossbills
Feeding on berries, frolicking with hatchlings,
Singing gaily, serenading benevolent sanctuary
Amid bears’ huff, growl, and foxes’ feral-howl
Sheltered amicably from dry heat and rainfall;
Where trees reduce pollution, boost air quality,
Emit oxygen you breathe, by photosynthesis,
Bear flowers, fruits, nurturing your well-being
Temper climate cheerily, swaying with winds,
Hold soil in place, reducing runoff to streams
Protecting elixir of life in rivers and tributaries;
While you find balance in sanctity and peace,
Enlightened by whispers rustling in harmony,
That warn of deforestation ruining ecosystem,
And callousness that torches wildlife and trees;
Yet, I rise from ashes sprouting earth’s tranquility
For I am the forest of goodwill and sublimity,
Adorning every season, standing for you firmly,
Hosting you as you rejoice in salutary daydream.
May 22, 2022
Poem of the day on May 24, 2022
Placed 1st: Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon