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The most awaited result got publicized, but
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.
With huge audience circling, signal was word alien,
Viewers would holler in unison, "It's raining!"
I now understand the fluctuation of signal,
We'd leave the jammed hall. No rain outside!
Correspondences saw only lethargic typewriters,
That sounded a poll pecking of a woodpecker.
A single wireless station would be queued
With people waiting for, "Pom, pom, Tango, Charlie."
Communication gravely sought its transmission,
Three-band radio justified on its little way,
Only richer lots bought and owned pompously
And my country had a single frequency squeezed.
The announcement was radioed in a succinct brief-
"The result of 1997 ICSE examination is out."
Nothing more or less, of the India-based examination,
I jumped on my toes only to later feel crushed.
My kiths were dejected with my abortive result,
An unofficial hearsay, they caught hold onto
Their dejection pierced my heart, agonizingly.
I'd to visit my alma mater, result matted least.
A two-day-long journey, not by a luxurious car
But on the hood of a truck on a bumpy roads,
Only the Indian highway would ease the journey
Like relieving the physical pangs of exhaustion.
The mental turmoil intensified as I neared
My school where the sheets would be displayed,
The wall would announce to a hundred lot of us,
The failure provoked sleepless nights and journeys.
My heart thudded as I entered the school premise,
Lips dried, even a pool of water wouldn't wet them.
Shivering, perplexity and numbness, crippled me,
I just wanted me alone to declare the performance.
I walked up the staircase with thundering emotion,
The entrance seemed gloomily unwelcoming,
Saw I a crowd of my mates craning and giraffing,
On the either sides of the entrance, sheets full.
No greetings, no handshaking, I just shied away,
Waited for the crowd to go thinly populated.
Just in one particular column to refer, wanted I,
PCA or PCNA - biggest summary of a year's toiling.
My comrades filed out slowly, forward I lunged,
Searching my name, throbbing took its tempo.
Spotted the name, from the wall, PCA grinned,
Pass Certificate Awarded, I became triumphant!
©?Khachab Dorji
Oh ,what a terrible tragedy it was! He murdered the complete chickens brutally. Webcam showed the horrible scene cause. I was shocked by his act of gloomily
He was only bitten the venomous reptile But the story of disaster was different here Planned to kill the killer of vile Nice nylon net was covered the cage clear
Pungent odour had come from the decayed chicken. I thought that it would tempt the beast. Had the hope to catch him quicken
He was seized in the strong net in twist
His audacious attack ended in failure. He couldn't be triumphant in the tireless endeavour He was avoided encounters for my favour.
His intelligent behaviour attracted me however
I recalled Rudyard Kipling's story Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.
The wild animal symbolised fearlessness and rebellion. It was the vehicle of the god of wealth maybe. I hesitated to kill the social animal of the civilian.
Decided to free him from the strongest web.
Then he went on the path and disappeared. Though it was a superstitious act of rapid step , I believed his path would bring good luck neared.
Argh resolution between
self and eldest
dear daughter more remote,
now then locating
a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
did deliberate smote
her upside the head, knocking
Eden Liat stone cold
in an abysmal trench
thus, this dada doth fear a mill
stone shaped albatross
around thy neck aye will tote,
where rotting bird
doth emit fetid oppressive stench
gloomily decry death asper,
paternal progeny blighted love
epitaph finis fate wrote.
Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity
steep dividend warrant wrought
chances greater finding needle in haystack
versus pointless thought
exercise regarding deus ex machina sought
forgiveness ex post facto, rethought,
yet miracle needed, viz
twill require against overwrought
progeny's psyche mor'n
solo requiem Te Deum never sung,
hence no guarantee
father as overthought
against embarkation entailing,
nor divine chorus baptizing can nought
assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought
hence fiery eternal damnation
no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought
by Jesse James, no penitence
bequeathed only dreadnought
visa vis admitting how affair
kneaded joyus kindling brought
philandering husband discovered
emotional refuge (against spousal
epithet strewn expletive language,
whence mistress besought
similar sexual satisfaction,
and subsequent fallout an afterthought.
retrospective reflection stills nothing
more serious then slap on the wrist
while engaged (~ January 2010) with
nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst
understandable wife got sorely pissed
on the sly behaviour the missus
blindsided, hence over
looked and missed
and figurative wedge
cleft asunder nearly kissed
our marriage goodbye
extra-marital romp illicit,
though we nearly came to fist
sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling
in conjunction with execrable
derogatory cussing contribution complicit.
Before the dark obscures the sky,
I sat gloomily looking out of the window, wondering why
wishing one of the stars tonight will glide and send you smiles
right here in my heart: a feeling that cannot deny
creeping worries and gloom-----sinking to the bones
of my fear, I close my eyes, hope and pray. Here,
my heart trembles, fear of the unknown
ghost of formidable weather in the origin, and what
a pal humbly does, not to close the jar
spills the ink, not to count the molecules on air
if possible, pull down all the stars above
all in her wish you’re at best right where you are.
More thoughts of you, in succession comes
lighting the pent-torch in search of love ones
my echoes traverse, emotion balances: still,
the fleck spreads out and runs in a glut
sacred novena uncontrollably flooded since the start
my ranging gloom. However, excitement of our plans await
scribbling countless words….I wish my break swiftly comes on its wings
ink profusely flows releasing conglomerations of feelings
outpouring all the words from a pal’s warmest embrace
dream once dreamt printed on my hymn: the pledge
and the joys how we shared once through pen
light and happiness: worries no more
The power of ink, words unfold surge and drifts away as
my fingers open a glint of hope, I’m waiting
Jan. 21, 2012
Nette, my dear poet friend and very talented kababayan come back home now, please. This poem which I hardly tried to write with the inspiration of one of your super winning poems is not primarily for the contest; (‘though I’m entering it) but, for me to send all my warmest thoughts of you. We’re missing you now here on soup. I hope you're doing well and hope to see you soon.
Third Place
Contest: Netted by Words: Her Silvered, Tender Web
Judged: 2/19/2013
Sponsor: Poet Cyndi Macmillan
You create them
You give birth to them
You nurture them
You raise them
All the while seeking to rearrange them
For you insist on always owning them
Kids are forever
Children are our saviour
Dynasties become prolonged
It is never best to have just one
Mirrors of one’s ambition
Apple of our critical eye
A mini me who is never contrary
A vessel to fill with my life plan
Someone to control till I die
Pride is king
The family name is nirvana
The façade of respectability must never crumble
All and sundry must toe the line
For the world must believe all in this household is fine
Be better
Be all we wish you to be
Attain heights we never grasped
Never let our ambition lapse
Caged and thus unable to be free
Longing for a faraway glimpse of liberty
Dying to show some level of individuality
A life on a road to eventual calamity
Secrets and hopes
Are encased deeply
In a psyche that aches gloomily
Insular and depressed
They contemplate university
They exist from day to day
Awaiting a long list of all they need to say
The dress sense must be perfect
Their manner never abrupt
Everything is done to give the family
A social step up
Grades must be exemplary
A career path must show economic sensibility
Friends must be vetted minutely
Who cares about your sanity
Do it all for our vanity
You can never grow up
We own you for life
Fly the nest and we follow
We are your bothersome shadow
Letting go is hard for us to do
When we made you
It was not only because we wanted you
Our future plans have always revolved around you
Smile and never let the world know
How dismally we have wrecked you
Those that must forever be
The centre of another’s world
Have a big responsibility
They are clones
And will always be second best
alone, forlorn, lonely
with a heart darkened by sorrows
I felt my thoughts become like arrows
Piercing through my lost happiness
Lost and abandoned by pleasure
My feelings were like tears falling
On the heart that beat gloomily within
Reminding me that I was haunted
By failures, faults and flaws
Desolation weakened my hopes
shouted through the silence in despair
making me aware that I was without a chance
of finding the answers to soothe away my pain
Vanished were the dreams that breathed light
Into the blackness of a mournful night
Leaving only tragedy in hues of silvery gray
And feelings of solemn grief to give me the chance
To know that my dreams didn’t have the grace
To discover the brilliance found when fate
Brings the feathery sight of butterfly delight
Alone, forlorn, lonely
With a heart darkened by sorrows
I felt my thoughts become like arrows
Piercing through my happiness
Until love burst through, like starry flames
Filling up my soul with joyous rays
From the sensations that happen when someone prays
And a heart is lifted from the shadows
Taken into the light that melts away the blackness
And colors the entire heart in crimson praises
For the One who knows that love
Can relieve any dread that comes
With a sense of the peace of God
Who answers prayers with the assurance
That real love is the answer to every fear
And God knows, in His wisdom, how to bring cheer!
The ultimate surprise comes alive
When, finally, I see God’s light!
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June 21, 2021
She slipped clumsily in a
café
Looked all around her
from the corner of her
eye
Felt all eyes upon her
Bit her lip
and flushed crimson
disconcertedly.
He was sacked, literally
fired
Got down in the dumps
Was down and out
and was left feeling blue
so gloomily.
He gave her a blossomed
rose
Blood rushed to her
cheeks
She blushed a deep red
so joyously.
She watched her rival
from afar
Summed up her
envy in reflex
and she turned green
jealously.
It looked hale and hearty
Ooh the cherubic chubby
cheeks
Baby looked in the pink
as it babbled away
innocently.
She heard of a loved
one's demise.
That was a shock indeed
She went white as a
sheet
as she then wept so
woefully.
She saw a teeny-weeny
spider on her skirts
Talk of arachnids and
phobias, yikes!
She turned a pale yellow
in fright
as she screamed fearfully.
He found his sweetheart
in another man's arms
Doubted his own charms
and his face went purple
with rage
almost immediately.
He faced his lifelong
enemy
Hate brimmed up in him
as his bitterness found a
vent
He shot him a black glare
most scornfully
well well, it might seem
that the worst of all the
human hues
are the melancholic
depressing blues
But I think being green
for jealousy
and the black of hate
top the list in deserving
poohs.
Mind you these human
pigmentation of emotion
are a matter of reflex
for you can't choose
which of the human hues
you'd like to wear, on
party day
and which you'd rather
not use.
The stables stretch gloomily yawningly empty
Carefully cleaned and tended each single day,
As they have timelessly been, keeping pledge
Ever since the Royal Dragons had flown away
Through that gaping rift suddenly riven in the sky.
Black at its centre then shading slowly off to greys
Hovering there menacingly yet doing no harm
The ancients said it was foretold in earlier days
Announcing an end to one realm of time
As the sacred prophecies solemnly said
For all things must pass as it is written
A new order comes to be in its stead.
The squadrons had circled in final salute
Climbed fast and sure in that dark sky
Purposely and steadfastly heading for
That sinister revolving coal black eye.
Without a pause they entered and were gone,
That maelstrom replaced by much missed sun.
Birds started singing in the gentle light.
No doubt folk felt a new order had begun.
And so it has been for many years past,
The world moved on nearly as before
Nothing seemed to change
Except dragons were no more.
Returned to their own kingdom
To their own fabled land
From where in exile they had
Long been banned,
Until the punishment purged,
So the story is told
They returned to their glory
And kingdoms as of old.
The stables are almost forgotten, hidden,
And dragons are become stuff of legend.
But, the stalls are still waiting clean
In case there is written an alternate end
For the big Fire Lizards
To return and fly
Once more gracing
Earth’s blue sky
Returning to that forlorn place
An almost ethereal state of grace.
A face of age, a septuagenarian that magically reverts to my twenties when I turn away from the mirror.
My hair of silver does what it pleases to cover my face. I can't move one side of my face, a condition they call Bell's Palsy. Flirty, half fallen, silky gray hair that helps me cover the one side. My forehead smooths out from the left and slight creases on the right. My eyebrows are small; a student describing them like commas.
When I was younger, my large brown eyes and long dark lashes were the focal point of my face.
As the years moved on, erosion has chosen to leave me with bloodshot eyes; one normal the other droopy and dry as the sands of the Sahara Desert whether from the constant irritation or the countless sleepless night.
I've always had a round face with freckles and a small turned-up nose that is a beacon of shine if it's not powdered. I am very fortunate, I have no wrinkles around my eyes, but two smile lines that crinkle on either side of my nose.
My lips are not like a lot of women, plump, I inherited my father's small thin lips. As a teen, I would gloomily glare in the mirror hating the way they looked. My teeth are not quite perfect, but I might remind you of a chipmunk. They're not noticeable since I am not able to smile. If I don't, I look very normal, but a look of scowling.
A face of age yet beautiful.
12/26/2019
Poetry Contest: The Metaphor Of Your Face
Sponsored BY: John Lawless
Can you blame me for viewing life gloomily sometimes...
As dim as night or even darker...
Whenever I go beyond unreached, I saw strangers within me...
They knows a lot well... They often brought me to the farthest end...
Religion give us hope... But for them there is no hope at all...
For them we are only God's toys...
They knows every fate of human... Death...
That the blade of the father of time was always in our neck...
That every day we became closer to our unhappy ending...
They were so strong...
They began as my sidekick...
When I started counting 1 2 3... Learning ABC's...
I even taught they were a gift... My guardians...
But as time goes by... Their motive was unleashed...
To ruin life... To ate and destroyed mind...
There was a time that i never know me anymore...
They possessed me so much that I can't even control myself...
It's like a beast was unraveled within me...
Their passion was to get into once head...
To play mind games with it... To turn white to gray...
Beautiful days into rainy... Love to hatred...
My body fell numb suddenly... Here they comes...
They really did exist... My head will be at war yet again...
On what I feared most... My sudden METAMORPHOSIS...
Mysterious Aries
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