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John Heck

Born and raised in Brooklyn,
with a poetic heart to write.
Anticipated in making friends,
all poetic forms bring him delight.

With a love for ice skating,
at the Franconia Notch Lakes.
Inspiration is set to verse,
from the photographs he takes.

He winds down with opera music,
Carmen and Turandot are his fav’s.
With a natural love for writing,
his poetic words get great raves.

Enveloped by English gardens,
and spending time in museums.
A yearning for reading poetry,
led to spending time in athenaeums.

His stomach has it‘s craves,
and asks for Italian delicacies.
Being with family and friends,
are his utmost priorities. 

Ann Sexton & Ogden Nash,
are his timeless inspirations. 
Annie Lennox, a favorite musical,
concludes this dedication. 

With sincere gratitude,
and poet-to-poet respect.
I chronicled the honest likings,
of poet, Mr. John Heck.




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Dedicated to a fellow Souper,
John Heck for his support.
Form: Quatrain


Who Am I

I'm emotional
To you all my likings
One of the insane character

In the scriptures of love, I am ignorant
In the comprehension of love, I am a constant failure learner

Your affectionate smile, your shy look,
The obscure ripples of the lips pair
Kills me over and over again
At the center of this fascinated emotion

When I look back at the moonlight
It illuminates the world with your beauty

In the words of the morning hymn,
in the verse of the song, in the stanza of the poem
Hither, thither, everywhere I find your name

of the blooming flowers in the garden
In every petal, I get your engraved name

The alphabet of all the languages of the world
Just write your name in my heart

I am insane in you, I am the Farhad of that Shirin
Forgetting himself who was only mad at Shirin

I can only see wherever I look
A reflection of your precious mysterious colors

I- not anymore myself
Tell me, who am I?


10.11.2020 Chittagong

The Smart Italian Girl

She was sixteen and dressed to the likings of fashion 
a beautiful loose top was her choice of today's passion 
as she mounted the bus she got stares from the guys 
and teasing looks, but none of them ever met her eyes 

yapping away in Italian thinking she looked a bit french 
they thought her cute, and some thought her a wench 
"poor girl" they said, "went down town, got pregnant" 
"and now she wears that top to hide the baby tenant " 

they laughed as they poked each other and guffawed 
gesturing like little ruffians and talking way too loud  
but to their surprise she turned to them and smiled,  
she was an Italian hot blooded girl, to put it mild...

when she spoke in Italian they gaped and shut up     
"cretino, stupido, imbecile" well I guess its my stop !  
guess your having fun at my expense,   hey boys 
then  she flirtatiously smiled, and left with poise 

they sat there dumfounded with faces slightly pinked   
as she stepped off the bus she turned, then winked. 

July 24, 2021

ps this is a true story by the way, slightly changed but true 
never assume someone doesn't understand a language ..
Form: Couplet

Real Love Only

accompanying playing living 
                                talking indeed with expressing words 
                                     if only in words unspoken may be
                             touches mind first positively or negatively

                                   if liking rests upon the words of choice
                        interest paves the ways accordingly with such strength
                                 gradually enter into the deep of that mind 
                    after some time or days wave starts in the sight of loving mind

                                 Unknowingly likings overflow into the mind
                                  at the next step waiting heart is touched
                           in the same way after overcoming the lovely heart
                                  reaches the abode of Soul..... real love only.....................
Form: Verse

Introspection-06

a seed
sacrifices itself existence
to sprout a tree
silently

a womb
conceives an embryo
silently

it's a process of creation

but, if you cut the tree
if you kill the people
it will make noise

it's a process of destruction

-(said by the wise)

o dear Junoon
love is very painful
where hate is apparently beautiful

I know
you love the entire creations
if you want to enjoy your love
tears will make an ocean;
cause some of the creations allow you
where some of them disallow you;

but you necessitate endurance all
tolerate their likings, disliking, collaring out
cause your love for the equivalent

o dear Junoon
annihilate your biased intelligence,
eradicate your prejudiced belief,
don't make the hate an apron for your eternal soul,
make your extermination the virtuous path of love

know it that-
your love is your enlightening thought
where your love will be other's God,
your love is your death
where your love will be others life,
your love is your insight
where your love will others heavenly path

yes, o dear Junoon
annihilate yourself in pure love
to make the enlightened, united path
for the next coming fellow the bright



-July 05,2019 Chattogram


Premium Member Why I Loved C D 's Poem Better Days

This poem of Carolyn touched my heart deeply. Going through this poem
    I recollected my intimate friend whose sudden demise had wiped out half of colors of my life.  One who is lucky to have a True Friend, knows well how much painful is the loss. Emotions and Feelings of Carolyn always moved me.
              We were tied in a tender bond of mutual likings.
I expect, P.S. will choose three poems of Carolyn to be included in coming Anthology.

WHY I LOVED C.D’s Poem  ‘Better Days’

    The sun will break again for you, my friend
   From out of darkness into light, you’ll tread
   Your grief, it will subside and may soon end
    And I’ll be with you on the road ahead

   Recovery’s road goes both up and down
     These months without your mate have left you frail
    But cast away the tears; you will not drown
   It’s time that you remove your mourning veil

  Look up to see the friends who stand by you
  We know your loss, but struggle to express
    And still, we’re standing by till you pull through
    So when grief calls, don’t fret or acquiesce

   You will not have to make this trip alone
    A new start waits till past this grief you’ve grown

  
  08/27/21
                                   First Place

Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry
Contest by Andrea Dietrich
Form: Sonnet

Current price of a Cello by Istesso Netto

Once she was Pauroso now
she's Rinforzando.
Bisbigliando
:brusco, scordato
she must rehearse and study
to be an image of
perfection

Senza Spianato
and
Graevole Tratto
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It causes me to wish you near
to make promises
to seek the responsibility of
our togetherness
Then until some half witted
meddler to try to pry us apart
One who wishes to Love like me
and expel you from my heart
trodden the browning grass
that autumn then is near
to reassure you of my sincerity
I kiss you as you are near
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Pseudonyms

I changed the tone
completely distorting my sound
that he may never mock me again
Yet which he expected a Tenors tone
I bellowed a full bassy ensemble
of rhythmic jives
and quirks
Might he find me then
I shall be a Baritone
to counter act such intrugence
a countertenor perhaps
than he should
strain to be listened to!
__________________________________
Form: Bio

Premium Member My Likings Nursery Rhyme

MY LIKINGS 

                         I love to read stories, fairy tales, 
                            also  rhymes, poems and fables.
                              I love songs to listen and sing,
                                drum to beat and bells to ring.
                                  Charcoal pencils I always fetch
                                    As I love to draw and sketch.
                                      With pastel and colours I venture 
                                        to paint beautiful pictures.
                                          Swimming, Skipping and Cycling
                                            are really my great likings.
                                
        White  playing with my close friends
          My vigour never to  stop or end.
             My delight flows to dance and prance
               Always eager : Not to miss chance.
                 I love paper cutting to make patterns
                   of boat, bird, plane, flower, lampshade, lantern.
                     Rapid Reading -recitation
                       also attracts my attention.
                         When Mom hugs me tight and kiss,
                          That’s my great pleasure, best bliss.


      03\06\23

  Kids Creativity and Learning

   Contest by Eve Roper
Form: Rhyme

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