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[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
The decorated dream-city will lose its
electricity for ever;
in all directions, the slogan of hyenas
will be heard only.
Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,
I asked Gautama Buddha,
'By tasting which poisonous fruit,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre
in Myanmar? '
Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.'
Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ,
'By drinking which grape-juice,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre in Mosul,
Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? '
Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.'
Going to the holy home of Moses,
I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you
tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in killing children
and women in holy Palestine? '
Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.'
Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna,
'Please tell me, by eating which food
offering to deity, your disciples have become
insane and have been involved in massacre
in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? '
Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.'
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
Again the days of darkness have descended on earth.
I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son
Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city—
in such a thick darkness, no doubt,
the Sun of the desert had risen
in the lap of Amina!
[Translated by the poet from Bengali]
"Inhaling the sea -- Lovers in the lap of
nature"
Inhaling the sea,
She primed my heart!!
Early morning going onto the sea bed,
My chubby cheeks blushed in red.
Inhaling the breeze, felt so fresh,
By that time, Remembered my Longlasting
mesh.
That salubrious weather, those scenic
charm,
Wanted you to be forever in my glorious
arm.
Ravishing beauty kept my eyes off.
In this pictersque environment,
Everything all around was happening.
Yes, This was the place where l wed.
Inhaling the sea, feelings came out from
the deep space of my heart.
This is the place where diara and I met for
the first time.
She primed my heart.
Embedded mountains, Turquoise blue
lake,
Don't want to be under impression which
was fake.
Ocean of dreams I had,
But she don't entertained me that was
sad.
But still, She was the Queen of hills of my
heart.
Morning exercise was only the reason,
Meeting each other every season.
Waves reached to its height,
She use to hug me tight.
With the rising sun and falling sunrise.
Holding her from her back,
Beyond imagination, carried precious
moments in my sack.
Trying to cope up long miles of
relationship.
Friction in my soul, asked me to commit
for marriage.
Emotionally connecting the extreme ends.
Feelings of each other bloomed.
Hugging her, strings of heart played in
beats.
Felt so blessed, gave me a feeling of
stardom.
Twilight walk on sea beach,
Soft rays of sun,
Filling empty heart with joy.
Sweetness of breeze,
Blueness of sky.
Wide flowing beach,
Along with a pretty attractive beauty in
peach.
Ohhh my icy sugar, You melt my heart.
In an eternal winter,
Frozen soul wrapped each other.
God blessed and she tagged me as her
kite runner.
Ohhh my Frankastein, I have got dipped in
you.
Red sky view, Flying colour of sun and
relaxed mind,
Stunning beauty, I am sinked in your
lovely eyes.
Best splendid moments I had being with
you.
Holding your hand had made a peace and
harmony of our feeling.
Yes inhaling the sea,
She primed my heart!!
By Madhavi
The soul of an woman is bigger than the sky and the sea
radiance of her heart is much more sweet than moonshing.
There is no limit to her glories
abundant compassion to nourish,
in every corner of world the civilized people, why do they humiliating ??
It is the holy place how do you think her as a product!!
her sympathy is supreme than the sky and sea and the God in fact.
Greatness is her ornaments
lotus is her eye to paints,
the land of tenderness; why are you touching with poison to contact ??
She is essential and she is the flame of life
it's impossible to sprout a germ without an wife
She is variant in love and passion
in service of race and the nation,
why torture her, why do you keep her in tip of sharp knife??
She is the Goddess and her words are the wave of ocean
sky lies in the lap of her pigtails as she is much more than,
her brightness is as bright as autumn
divine is her virtues in race of human,
Keep her in love, caress thee, don't fight but be a fan.
She is huge in form of incarnation and carries infallible arms in hand
the world is her creation and she carries the message of destiny of that land
she destroys in such form
sin and the sinners in storm,
worship the Goddess Chandi ; She is the destroyer she can buried you in sand.
In your land of sin light of fames are shedding
Chandi has broken out in rage and wishing war to bring,
her fierce rage will destroy all
the stars of the life will fall,
she is going to destroy her creation; each and everything.
Women are awakening be alert and sing; come down soon
our evil acts has reached at the edge by virtue of that incarnation
worship her to calm her down
we are already late clown,
today we are on the edge of the abyss; don't be bad thereon.
A Special Poem for Will Helppi
A really fat cat named Chunky Charlie
From a town called Licketysplit Corner
Was renowned for a very interesting talent
As a world famous circus performer
His extra poundage added to the spectacle
People thought it was really appealing
They giggled to see him jiggle while juggling
Six tennis balls as he was kneeling
A pretty little kitty called Cuddly Cathie
Winked at him while watching him juggle
So trying to concentrate on his performance
He found it to be quite a struggle
In fact, near the end of Charlie's performance
Balls flew off in every direction
One ended up in the lap of Cuddly Cathie
He approached her with a very red complexion
He stuttered and stammered trying to apologize
Her beauty made him literally tongue tied
Instead of an apology these words stumbled out
"Will you be my pretty kitty cat bride?"
Not a moment went by, Cuddle Cathie replied
"Yes oh yes, I'll be your blushing bride"
Dear Charlie could hardly contain his emotions
He was absolutely brimming with pride
The moral of this tale is really quite obvious
Perseverance pays off sooner or later
You should never give up when reaching for a star
The rewards will never be greater!
Ragged
Ragged heartbeats,
Shut in
But not
Shut out,
Tattered heartbreak,
Tragedy
Flung
From high towers
Swooping down in towering tornados
Descending
Ascending from foul marshes
Quick sand
Stalking careless footsteps -
Stealthy quagmires – fetid slime -
Like a shredded storm -
Lurk by the doorstep
Round the corner
Up the highway
On the highroad
Near the low road
Alone
But not lonely
Colleagues of long ago,
Companions on the quests,
Coax my muse to contemplation
Far from the scheduled, frantic crowd,
Erratic cacophony
Blowing horns, sirens,
Lonely whistles of nighttime trains
In frayed harmonies
Wooing scruffy inner child
Emerge
Play again;
Bundled up against the frozen banshee’s breath,
Sitting in the lap of time -
Lost and unrestrained
In candied dawns and lavender midnights,
Ignoring the scream of seconds to pay attention
Startled by life peeping in through rosettes –
Intruder with vacant eyes -
Calling dance with the dance macabre
To the dirge of who knows when shutters close;
Turned out
Not turned away
Turning ‘round -
Grabbing the hand of verse – friend called lyric -
To the sound of remembered carousels enchantment;
Freeing elfin earthbound energy;
Essence escaping boundaries at a welcoming hearth,
Exploding
From isolation’s shabby womb.
10-5-21
Contest: “R”
Sponsor: Constance La France
I twist a cross in my palm, a compass of hidden silences,
Old watchmaker keys creak in the bone of the seconds,
Graves gently open, the air smells of raw moon,
And I see the place of my deeds, like a stained glass window in blood.
I am blind with heavy dreams, huts of smoke in my pupils,
Nights look at me inside out, with stars blinking in vain,
On my screwed-in sky, an abyss screw in my temples,
Inside me, emptiness laughs, inside me, coldness buds.
I mock myself in a carnival of ashes,
I drink my breath on frames, the film of a cry,
Between two tired mirrors, time gnaws its nails,
And says: be the passerby who counts his steps in sleep.
Perhaps I become immortal, only half-lit,
A semicircle of the future, delayed in orbit,
A clay bread kneads the dry rocks from ribs,
And my hair stands on end, an antenna to cosmic whispers.
I am not going to Heaven, I tell myself, not today, nor tomorrow of wax,
Screams from behind the scenes want to impose light on me,
I flow through darkness like through a river of salt,
With a skin boat tied to a mute bird.
The moon bites into me, a crunchy crust of truth,
A bite that gives energies of blue lightning,
In the nape grows fear of fear, a blind man with a cane,
And I slowly feel my life, like a map of waves.
I twist the cross again, in the exact direction of hope,
And I hear in its axis a cry learning to sing,
When my body is a lock, the soul becomes the key,
Opens the final frame: a door to my own name.
Under the plaster of the hour, a heart beats in stone,
A clock removes its teeth and utters an oath,
To leave on my tongue the ashes and honey of silence,
To pass among stars like through the snow within me.
God gave me from my mother a deep fear,
A cup pouring darkness into acacia flowers,
And yet, from it, I drink slowly, until I feel it becomes
A sticky light at the tips of thoughts.
I twist the cross once more, until time grows weary,
And falls like a sleepy bird on my shoulder,
Then I lay my head in the lap of the clay night,
And wait for my wings to grow, equal with the silence.
December
===================
By M.K.Dalei
I adore soft sweet cold
that purifies our heart,
It is our holy December
That makes nature smart.
The smoky sky ponders
Inky ocean dances so hard,
The lovely lush green field
Stretches fine it’s branch.
My eyes fly so high
drinking cold tasty nectar,
It is our dear December
that builds a heaven in air.
A tasty purple dream
you can paint if u want,
In a moonbeam blessed night
under cute tender blanket.
Let us plan for a picnic
In the lap of the nature,
Try to Make your days catchy
In this soft velvet December.
In a palace of cushions and silky delight,
Lives a cat, all pampered, oh, what a sight!
Spoiled and regal, with a snobbish air,
She lounges on pillows with a feline flair.
Her food served on silver, a gourmet feast,
Tuna and salmon, fit for a beast.
A throne of velvet, a regal seat,
She rules the household with velvety conceit.
The humans bow to her every desire,
A spoiled feline queen, a fluffy empire.
She bats at toys, with disdain in her eyes,
For only the finest will earn her prize.
Oh, the life of a cat, so fabulously grand,
With servants at beckoning, at her command.
Her purrs and meows, a majestic song,
In the lap of luxury, where she belongs.
Yet, in her eyes, a mischievous gleam,
A whisker-twitching, devious scheme.
For a spoiled cat's life, in humor we find,
A kingdom of comfort, a royal feline kind.
Forests, meadows, and brooks evoke feeling.
They dwell in isolation and therefore live eternally.
It conveys delight to those whose words cannot be reaching.
They aren't dead, but they are all in mortify sturdily.
Is the evolution of green life destined for poor performance?
And return in a floral arrangement that has been rejuvenated.
It's been there for millennia, and it's in the lap of grace.
Erratically comes humming dragonfly white-faced.
the sun and moon will continue to exist in perpetuity
Innocence prevails under the surface when there is a mismatch
It was spring since I first hear the crow's lullaby.
Occasionally, squirrels raid my broccoli patch.
After that, the acute working bees act to work buzzing.
Gardening gives you peace and feeds you from lonesome feeling.
First place contest winner
Written: July 29, 2021
A Brian Strand Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Oh! Mother India,
Let the pain of bereavement, with all its might,
try not to express itself......
For it will encounter a huge cascading defeat,
And it'll over-flow for sure!
For the cause of pain is so very deep....
Whole Nation is weeping for the great loss of
a noble son of yours!
Dr.A.P.J.Abdul Kalam-
an invaluable gem in your crown!!!
Born in a village called Rameswaram,
laced in the lap of your eastern coromandel coast;
Poverty and hardships filled his childhood,
So he supported his family selling newspapers...
He overcame all struggles of life undeterred,
With an iron will treading the path of hardwork,
Righteousness and sincere effort!
Scaled new heights of success and
grew up to become an eminent aerospace scientist,
A revered professor and
a graceful author of several books,
igniting the minds of millions!
An inspiring soul,a versatile genius
A noble teacher for young and old till the end...
His life-an epitome of discipline, humility, simplicity!
His genius he dedicated, for your defence and designed several missiles
Oh mother so he is rightly called
'The missile man of India'!
He graced your nation as the eleventh president and
touched the lives of millions!
Honour of highest civilian award-The Bharat Ratna, an honour
well deserved!
He ignited a spark in millions of children and youth,
A spark to dream, dream and dream....for
He believed that dreams would trigger the thoughts and
thoughts in turn into actions!
He opind that its always easy to defeat someone,
but difficult to win someone....
Oh mother, your noble son conquered billion hearts
so easily with the charisma of his persona!
He stood an indomitable champion of universal brotherhood
and global peace!!!!!
Salutations to this noble son who has set sail for his
heavenly abode....oh mother this great son of your land
will reside in all our hearts today and forever!
A legend he was while he lived and will be a legend perpetually....
Our loving homage to this enlightened soul!