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Monsoon rains
Bring festivity, each year
Yet I eagerly wait, to get wet
In the first showers, each year.
The peacock of my heart
Dances round ‘n round,
On the exhilarating tunes of ‘Megh Malhar’
Expressing its unbounded joy.
The thick showers 'n scent of water
From the dear dark clouds onto ‘n into it,
make the earth reach its fulfilling climax
making it feel shy like a coy maiden.
It, in turn, hides its young body
With the dark green scarf of grass ‘n shrubs
And with its own intoxicating fragrance
Indicates to all to have conceived.
Even the hot westerly winds of May ‘n June
Forget the dry, dour times they earlier faced
And with childlike innocence, instantly they
Transform into cool ‘n soothing easterlies.
Becoming the front messenger of god clouds
These easterlies bring the message,
indicating that the king lover is back home
After having traveled ‘n kissed the seven seas.
Time for us to welcome the first showers
Celebrating the season of fulfillment
After a lengthy ‘n eager wait as does the lady earth
Getting completely drenched ‘n feeling wet from inside.
Date write: 8.7.2014
translated by myself from my Hindi poem 'sawan ki pehli fuhaar'
'Megh Malhar' is a Hindustani classical raga. The name derives from the
Sanskrit word Megh, meaning cloud. Legends say that this raga has the power
to bring out rains in the area where it is sung- def. from W'pedia.
Woo the woman
Love the lady
Mellow the maiden
Manage the maid
Garnish the girl
Dazzle the damsel
Bar the bimbo
Latch the lass
Silence the siren
Moor the mermaid
Net the nymph
Madden the madam
Tame the tart
Court the courtesan
Nudge the nurse
Null the nun
Shun the spinster
Strap the stewardess
Venerate the virgin
Vex the vixen
Vacate the vamp
Curb the coquette
Con the concubine
Whack the whore
Whip the wench
Pooh-pooh the prostitute
Slam the ****
Harem the harlot
Screw the shrew
Dally with a divorcee
Eschew the enchantress
Wallop the witch
Garb Godiva
Jail Jezebel
Lambaste Lilith
Dump Delilah
Gore the Gorgons
Harness Hecuba
Xpunge Xanthippe
Wed the widow!
~03/08/2013
~Contest: Your Personal Favorite #2
~Sponsor: L Milton Hankins.
A Crime
I Had the Sweetest Little Girl.
She Was My Maiden Fair.
I Taught Her to Believe in Life,
And What it Means to Care.
She Grew up to Be a Lady,
Went to School and Became a Nurse.
I Was the Proudest Parent Alive
You Would Have Thought She Was the First.
Then My World Kind of Tilted,
As She Stood There with Her News.
She Said She Had Joined the Service....
It Was Time to Pay Her Dues.
They Sent Her to Vietnam.
She Would Be Gone for Maybe a Year.
I Wrote Letters and Sent Pictures
And Tried to Hide My Fear.
They Knocked on My Door One Day...
Missing in Action They Said.
But How Could That Be??
I Cried...Please God , Don't Let Her Be Dead!
That Prayer Was Never Answered,
But She Finally Was Sent Home.
I Still Have Dreams and Nightmares
About Her Death and Her Dying Alone.
Dear God Please Forgive Me,
I Am So Bitter about That War.
Fifty Eight Thousand of Our Young People Died,
Not Really Knowing What They Were Fighting For.
My Daughter's Name Is on That Wall.
She Died Way Before Her Time .
I Know She Is Not Really Alone,
But to Me...her Death Remains a Crime.
Connie Moore
10/2013
Your silence is deafening,
As are the expressions you have yet to utter.
Ideas you mutter
Have fallen onto attentive ears,
One who hears
Conceptualizations you have yet to speak of
And notions you have only since dreamed of.
A supposition of love,
Perhaps not the state of being in love,
Leading to holding her above
The pedestal. For in this moment,
Her feet are too sterling
To be sullied by the dust
Left so carelessly on the plinth
That has yet been handled
Since the assumed maiden
Devastated your heart and abandoned it.
She left it vacant,
Allowing the new artisan to place gracefully
In her hand, the brush of crimson paint,
Renewing the color
That the crone thieved of you.
A warning is passed onto,
Sent so loudly
That your ears can't seem to
Indulge on the phrases.
Spells of dejection to offer many a protection,
Shouting to hold your deafening silences
And allow her to run mad.
For she can hear all that is unspoken,
Her understanding, unbroken,
But speaking it aloud
Leaves all emotions open.
From Kisii's loamy terrain, I ascend,
Maroo's clasp, my rooted blend.
A Christian's essence, bathed in God's grace,
Sinner's visage, yearning His face.
They perceive a flawless meld,
Upon God's throne, destiny unveiled.
For poetry's allure, ardor resides,
Singing resonates from within, abides.
Daily toils, domestic strife,
Castoff epithets from bygone life.
They lacked discernment, their judgments piled,
In their assessments, I stood beguiled.
Now mature, I stand resolute and tall,
Prepared for life's summons, answering the call.
In pursuit of a partner, grace I beseech,
Understanding's warm clutch, within reach.
Kneeling humbly, I petition and implore,
Guide my path, dear Lord, forevermore.
For a domicile and sage to guide,
In steadfast patience, I'll abide.
Oh, Almighty, in this relentless quest,
Grant me the boon that suits me best.
A peerless maiden, I fervently pray,
To be my rib, come what may.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
?ArtFromHeart??
Ah! To be buried in an old English churchyard
With the dark green ivy and wild roses
Where the sweet nostalgic aromas hill the air
And the church bells ring their clear tolls
My soul with the LORD in heavenly glory
While my aged weary body rests
Under the soil of my ancestors in England or Wales-
Sweet peace with trees and birds in their nests
I would like a little bench under a willow
For those who wish to stop for a visit
Perhaps, a kind word or amusing thought
Every four or five years would benefit.
I'd like a pretty gravestone - not too tall
Simple elegance - my life portraying-
Complete with maiden name and husband's name
Birth date, death date and a few words saying
I came; I lived; I loved; I parted
That I was kind, fair, honest in word
And I cared; yes, that I cared - Listen to the bells!
Glory is absolutely exquisite with my LORD
Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Love radiates on this ecstatic June eve's bliss.
Sprites place magnolia blossoms in her cascading
twilight-hued hair of a gloss of flaxen.
Her necklace of the pearl orb's blue-silver,
sweetly close to her generous heart.
Her lips a shade of young pink rose buds blushing,
so entwined in their royalty of maiden queens on
the ivory trellis.
She smiles with obsidian eyes of charmed mystery,
as they dance so lovingly close in this garden of
many lover's betrothals with promises of forever.
A garden the gracious fairies keep in their care.
His pure wife, her glistening lavender stardust
gown fashioned in dreamland.
They sway gently to the joyous music of
the angel's harps just over the treetops.
They're enchanted by so many life images in
the galaxies,
he kisses his wondrous wife,
and with his poet's soul he is enraptured
with their union of evermore. ~
Inspired by the song Strange World
By Iron Maiden, 1980
in my dream I am lost
wondering if I have crossed
the moon shines on shrouds
in a sky swirling with clouds
I am beautiful in this eerie place
my mind is tranquil and full of grace
the cemetery is now dawn
blown clouds welcome a mauve yawn
I am weeping for love past
I am searching each tomb
as black birds fill this place with gloom
who is that following . . . a vampire man
if not a dream I would have ran
a church seems to beckon to me
oh, is he in there . . . is my desperate plea
I enter and whisper can you hear me dear
my painted red lips tremble with fear
I am weeping
for a love gone, grieving
now I am leaving . . .
with eyes as blue
as a sky azure blue . . .
If all I did was made you feel so real
Among aortas of much needed love
With silky shoulders of stern Pacific layers
Disturbed by memories of wings...
If I defected life and accepted wrinkles
Of heated rhythm in tempera of love
Although the shyness of a maiden wouldn't vanish
I long to get to know you in your destined life...
If all I did was made you stop and watch me
Smiling from a frame of wooden Jacaranda wonders
Then I can die forever in immortality of love -
The Anonymous -
in the "Wax Museum of
the Hoping Souls"...
~Forever till the end of time~
Once upon a time…this day
As sleep negates a dreamless plight
A spell now cast of evil pure
Through bramble thorns of deadly bite
~
For on this ghostly landscape stark
Wicked bending branches spy
A maiden still of forest keep
Beneath a watchful raven’s eye
~
Fruited fears consumed in spite
Poisoned as is lonely hearts
An aftermath of destined love
In shadows deep it now departs
~
Frantic with his feathers full
His tiny heart in worry broke
Horizon’s scanned for any sign
It’s then his squawking voice it spoke
~
“Fight this spoil my precious one
As I shall fly of taken rest
Seeking but the fortune’s fall
Castled deep my storied quest”
~
When in time a prince he shouts
“Beauty slumbers misted floor
Where a kiss upon her lips
Breathes in life to her once more”
~
Upon his steed of christened white
Blazing fast and sure of way
Love shall guide his cherished plea
Never more to run astray
~
When in the fog of deadly deed
Beauty on his eyes does call
Cherished as a whispered wish
Upon his knees in rapid fall
~
Tears do moisten yearning cheeks
A kiss upon her he does place
As lips now part the angered seas
of loveliness his heart does trace
~
An aura glows in golden sheen
As slowly she begins to stir
Her eyes they open and she sees
A prince now looking down on her
~
Then gazes ‘pon a wilting tree
A smile paused, her face does send
A thank you to her raven guard
For in his strength she can depend
~
“Fair maiden, every dawning morn”
The prince he spoke in whispered rhyme
“My soul, your beauty now is born
I’ve come this day to make you mine”
~
The raven winked, then spread his wings
Took to the sky of misted haze
Then sent to her in cackled tone
A farewell in euphoric phrase
~
“When dreams concede to feel his touch
Sweet as any fragrant vine
Now In his arms to spend your life
Forever till the end of time”
1/24/17
Written for the Once Upon A Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper