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Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Rain, The Story 3/3
Her horse Past, wished that she should be with her new love,
So that, Rain may find a new loving companion,
To complete her future journey with a new experience,
In the world of love, happiness, joys and even pains too, but
Rain should try not to live any more,
In the world of fake happiness and alluring illusions,
Created by her horses Future and Past.
Her horse Past was happy to see, in the eyes of his friend Rain,
The seeds of a self made future and hopes to find a new life of love.
Rain looked in the eyes of her other horse Future and
Found the same message, as she had seen on the face of Past,
She knew that if she would look into the eyes of Future,
Horse Future would show, the glimpse of her new love to Rain, with whom
Rain may go ahead further in her life, but,
She made up her mind not to look into,
The enchanting eyes of her horses Past and Future,
Until she can live on herself, for building her new fate for her and a new future.
She was more confident now and looked towards the rising Sun,
As the Sun was inviting her to keep walking,
With confidence and smile to face and make her new destiny.
Rain kissed her best friends Past and Future and told them that,
She would not be asking them to show, her past or future again,
As she was now full of confidence, to face any situation,
For building her own fortune and future,
However, she would like them to be with her, as her best friends forever.
The charming and lovely Rain,
Now blessed with a new life of confidence,
Moved ahead with her two beautiful horses,
To face the life, in its true colors on her own,
Without fearing the risks of the future and
Caring for the dread of past.
Thus started the new journey of fairy like beautiful Rain,
In search of her love and adventures…
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Dec. 2010
Contest entry: For this contest only
Contest Name: Rain, The Story
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by: Ravindra K Kapoor
"Do not love this world"
was a mystery to me
a world full of history and beautiful things
why not love what God has created
the system, the seasons
the things that grow
the new thing you did'nt know
the spinning pin wheel watch it go
do not love this world
or desire to see it's wonders
crumbling under the weight of time
plundered by the dogs of war
polluted by the folks next door
while vacationing abroad
do not love this world
for what so ever the Lord giveth
evil can take it all away
like a thief in the night
we neither know the time
nor the day
or that our freedom can be taken away
by the things we foolishly love
our drugs, our beautiful things
do not love this world
of vain riches, sorry excuses
ungranted wishes, illusive dreams, fantastic schemes
and that job that never did amount to success
our will to live nourished by dreams and wishes
and sometimes
that is all
do not love this world
and count your blessings
my body has not paid the ultimate cost
nor my mind conceived the greatest lost
of what warriors and parents have paid
on the treacherous path that was laid
before the foundation of the world
do not love this world
The Forest
I`m lost in a place with big tall trees.
Big strong branches and beautiful leaves.
All these trees are not the same.
Some are short, some are tall.
Some are huge, some are small.
The chipmunks and squirrels and creatures do roam.
There are bucks and does that call this their home.
There`s a lake and a brook.
Where the fish swim.
The birds in their nests, nestled in trees.
I`m sure there are other beings, I did not see.
I think it`s a Forest, this beautiful place.
It`s quiet right here down by the lake.
And so when things get me down.
I come right here, where the wild things roam.
Form:
I've seen people who only complain about life
I've seen people who only smile to this beautiful life
I'm the type of person who is living to be smiley
Giving my all, my laughers and my smiles to stay happy
I don't stress myself, I don't regret, I don't get mad
They say I'm weird, i'm never angry, I'm never sad
But some times I wonder why some people kill other people, why do they steal
Why do they kill themselves , why they don't want to be real
Why there are wars in this world, why children die
What can we do to make this stop, how can stop the big lie
Nobody want to show their mistake, Nobody want to show their fake face
They just want to keep hiding and blame other race
The white says he is black, The black says he is red
The red says he is yellow, the yellow goes jumping..yet he is dead
This world is a mystery, this world is a little bit insane
But we should Irrigate it love , it is missing the lovely rain
Let's start a new day and keep smiling to this beautiful life
We are treating it bad, but it still give us all the care and love
I visit the Serengeti plains in Africa occasionally,
as well as the beautiful wilderness of Alaska known as Denali.
The Amazon rainforest is also frequented by yours truly.
I've seen such beautiful wildlife of many varied specie.
I've viewed landscapes so beautiful that I found it difficult to breath.
but this is my virtual life displayed on my monitor's large screen
as it plays my 6 hour custom made Nature DVD.
I've witnessed awesome animal behavior of so many specie
and wonders of the world like you wouldn't believe
and although this isn't reality
my virtual life for 6 hours is ever so serene.
In my neighborhood, this is enjoyed by everyone.
I'm talking about my virtual aquarium.
One of my flat screen TVs
fits perfectly
facing outside my window for all outside passing to see.
Before long a crowd has gathered outside my window.
An audience stops briefly to enjoy a show
of sea lions beneath water frolicking and having fun.
Magnificent coral reefs supporting so many intricate eco systems.
Grizzly bears swimming underwater during the salmon run.
Dolphins, whales and other aquatic mammals giving birth and raising their young.
Everyone in my neighborhood loves my virtual aquarium.
This is another 6 hour DVD
custom made and produced by yours truly.
Oh! What a beautiful vase
Having selected the choicest one
It is so smooth, colors so grand
This one is the finest in the land
Was not always so
When at life did play
It fell shattered on the floor
Broken into a thousand pieces or more
Pieces were scooped up in their broken
State, carried to the Potter's house
There to wait their fate
Placing them on the shelf
To sit there all by themselves
Alone, shattered, no longer secure
But broken, torn, ugly refuge
Of use no more, ready to go home
Then the Potter removed it from
The shelf, saturated with His tears
And let it sit and soak to soften
To remove the abuse of the years
Any fears, any vileness, any hate
Then the Potter picked up the pieces
To restore the beautiful shape
He filled all the cracks, dreams, visions
Made each break stronger still
So in the latter half of life
This vase would be better useful
More genuine and very real
Upon the shelf is sitting
The vase with the Potter's
Touch his hand has restored
Given it the loving grace
Form:
I didn’t mean to invade her privacy,
I was simply taking the trash out late that night;
I never noticed how from the back of the house
You could see right into her bedroom when she turned on the light.
The curtains were sheer and not completely closed,
Her silhouette was outlined and her flesh exposed;
I am not a peeping Tom but in my tracks I froze,
Watching her tantalizingly removing her clothes.
She stood in front of her full length mirror;
I inched a little closer to see her clearer.
It was as if she was even teasing herself,
Slowly undressing and watching her own reflection;
Her fingertips caressing the smooth exposed flesh;
Her exhibition demanded my full attention.
She is twenty-five years old and my neighbor’s daughter;
I am twice her age and a little bit more;
I know I am wrong to be standing here watching
But a more beautiful nubile I’ve never seen before.
Her clothes are now strewn on the floor by her feet,
She is totally naked and pleased by the sight;
Slowly she turns looking over her shoulder,
Making sure all of her parts are shaped just right.
God must be very angry at me,
But, God created this wondrous beauty.
She took inventory of body parts with both of her hands,
Pleasing herself with her delicate touch;
I knew that I should be turning away;
I was enjoying her exploring a bit too much.
She kissed her own reflection returned in the mirror
Then turned and walked toward the windows;
Just before pulling down the night shade
She waved to me hiding in the shadows.
Ashamed of myself and embarrassed by my actions,
I returned to my house all alone;
She knew I was watching and vexed by her beauty,
It was me she was teasing all along.
Yet it brought back memories of when I was younger
And my wife more beautiful than she;
Although I’m a widower for seven long years,
That night, again my bride was with me.
If I were stronger I could be a lot of things
I could forget my past
I could stand up for myself
I could sing louder and laugh more
I could show my true self
If I were wiser I could do a lot of things
I could think smart things
I could contribute to a conversation
I could be scientific
I could give good advice
If I were beautiful I could do a lot of things
I could tease with my beauty
I could break hearts
I could love without worry
I could get what I wanted
But I'm just me and
I'm not strong because I couldn't forget you
I'm not wise because I let myself need you
I'm not beautiful because I didn't get what I wanted