Long Likings Poems
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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.
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
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 ..
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.....................
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
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
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!
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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