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Originating, like crystal drops, from Gaumukh glaciers,
Colorless, like frank-innocence, later, gleams and glitters;
Mingled with Bhagirathi; melt in Alaknanda, great,
Flows flawlessly as though baiting and defeating the fate...
Vishnu, the supreme, in his dwarf Brahman incarnation,
Took two steps, myths say, with an absolute confirmation;
To cross the universe; when treading the stern step second,
World got holed; thence, Ganges, heavenly-goddess, did descend...
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Quencher of thirst! Giver of life! Meal of mind and body!
Oxygen source! Coolant of flesh, and blood! Antibody!
Haven of water creatures! Guard of great agriculture!
Source and strength of Mohenjo-daro, Harappan culture!
Greatness of Hindu traditions! Zenith of Hindu faith!
Place of pilgrimage! Entrance to the heavens after death!
Symbol of faith, hope, civilization and mental health!
Absolution of misdemeanors! Harbinger of health...!
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When I see the Ghats, yet, where dead are burnt in Holy pyres,
Half-burnt bodies eaten by dogs and eagles and vultures;
Like half-fry meat, munched, then, by carps, mullets, and catfishes,
Rest swept away to seas as though fulfilling last wishes...
Abandoned bodies, like sharks, during pandemic, floated,
Not one, two but tens and hundred; as though river flooded;
Though life-taker, the Ganges, is like mother, life-giver,
River named, most holy, on earth, is, perhaps, no other...!
17 December 2021
How helpless does one feel, the other gone
To dust of grave or scorched to ash on pyre,
The one that lives the rest of life to moan,
Chewing on old memories set on fire,
Set freed from huge storehouse of human heart
And which, ere munched but on moments of joy
That has now bidden last goodbye to part,
What ghost of death’s plotted them to destroy?
We mortals seem to munch on grave shadows
From life gone by, on glad tidings the least,
And still muse on moments of the morrows--
We, as evolution’s talented beast,
But you my love let me go when I’m gone,
Dwell on joys nor grief, but live for new dawn.
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Sonnet | 25.01.2026 | dawn, death, grief, joy, love
LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE IX
Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch
Meg, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...
The Less-Than-Divine Results of My Prayers to be Saved from Televangelists
by Michael R. Burch
I’m old,
no longer bold,
just cold,
and (truth be told),
been bought and sold,
rolled
by the wolves and the lambs in the fold.
Who’s to be told
by this worn-out scold?
The complaint department is always on hold.
Alas, Sir Munchalot!
by Michael R. Burch
You ate too much,
your common lot;
you munched too much,
so now you’ve got
a gut.
Hadrian’s Elegy
by Michael R. Burch
My delicate soul,
now aimlessly fluttering ... drifting ... unwhole,
former consort of my failing corpse ...
Where are we going—from bad to worse?
From jail to a hearse?
Where do we wander now—fraught, pale and frail?
To hell?
To some place devoid of jests, mirth, happiness?
Is the joke on us?
Keywords/Tags: heart, humor, humorous, irony, light, light verse, nonsense, joke, truth, future, soul
THE DOG-GED LIE
In a house on a bustling street,
Lived a pup with paws and fur so neat.
His owner, a young lad of just ten,
Made a promise to his furry friend, Ben.
"Dear dog," the boy did solemnly vow,
"I'll confess to my teacher, I swear it now,6
That you munched on my homework, oh so sly,
But please, don't give me that not-guilty eye."
The dog just woofed and wagged his tail,
He knew the boy's plan would surely fail.
But to humor his lazy friend, he played along,
Knowing the outcome would sound all wrong.¹²
The next day at school, in front of the class,
The boy's face turned red, oh what a farce!
"Teacher," he stammered, "I must confess,
My dog ate my homework...oh what a mess!"
The teacher just chuckled and shook her head,
"Nice try, my dear boy," she kindly said.¹8
But the dog at home let out a sly grin,
Knowing he'd never get in trouble for this sin.
And so, the boy and his furry mate,
Shared a phony secret that was so great.
Telling the truth would be tough, so it seem,
The boy & his dog made a fraudulent team.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?January 2024.
Call it a requiem, dirge or elegy,
Lament, funeral song of eulogy,
On failing, dying light and last hurrah,
Maybe the last polite vah vah!
Once, a focal point of a family,
A device that brought it close together,
That not ere long a radio used to be,
Family fulcrum, pivot or tether!
Ere, youngsters were hooked to open-air games,
Later on replaced by digital ones
That made the able-bodied walking lames,
Each hooked on to a personal brand of funs.
Time was when the centre of gravity
Was food and frolics on a dining table,
That the Idiot Box had usurped; pity
That meal was munched with the fair served on cable!
One would recall, when ads for condoms came,
When sanitary naps ads became bold
In front of whole family, shorn of shame,
Children looked down on food plates, feeling cold.
Later on when times changed, unlike the old,
Children would look like: we-know-it-all-cool,
You were the prime piece of estate to hold,
You made, TV, an incredible pull.
The changing times then took a giant’s stride
When entertainment was no more social,
But more and more individual, personal,
You no more were, well, a newly-wed bride.
No doubt you too tried to be somewhat smart,
Yet, failed to compete with PCs and phones
That grew smarter, closer to users’ heart,
What can be done when changing times change tunes?
Today you’re far from your olden glory,
You try your hard to imitate smart phones,
Follow trodden treads, eyes tired and bleary,
O social outcast that house-corners owns!
Just one tap ah varied channels to change,
Enlarge a visual, or volume in mind,
One can command things of a varied range,
Alas, future does not seem to you so kind.
O pale shadow of your olden grandeur,
You no more are than a mere magnifier.
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Requiem |01.11.2021| elegy
Poet’s note: It may still be rather too early, but good old Idiot Box is on the way out. Here’s a requiem, maybe writ rather too early.
I went to a cheese and wine party on Saturday,
where huge platters of cheese were on display.
There was Gorgonzola and creamy white Brie,
I devoured huge chunks with a glass of Chablis.
Danish Blue, Mozzarella and Swiss Emmental,
of course I had to try a sample of them all!
I declined Edam and Gouda, I find them too waxy -
and the last time I ate them I was sick in the taxi!
Soft creamy Camembert and blue Roquefort,
went down a treat with a glass of vintage port.
Crumbly Cheshire and Cheddar were so divine,
and tasted heavenly with red Beaujolais wine.
I’d chomped through all of the Stinking Bishop,
our hostess had to restock the whole dish up!
Then I munched little cubes of Monterey Jack -
if my doctor saw me he’d have a heart attack!
When our host carried in a blue Stilton in a truckle,
I loosened a notch on my now straining belt buckle!
I admit blue cheese can smell like men's sweaty socks
but ripe Stilton and crackers, this cheese simply rocks!
Write a poem about Cheese Contest
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FICTION POEM FOR CONTEST
11/12/18
'Twas the night before Christmas how could I miss
the jangle of keys from a Santa named Chris
He won over Benji two biscuits and vice
then recited the list, who's naughty who's nice
He munched on the cookies drank all the milk
then gossiped a little, with Sam the old elk
'Twas the night before Christmas what could I say
not a parent was stirring, so I feigned with delay
The presents were stacked up a little compact
as I waited all antsie, for Santa's big act
The baubles were humming a tune of fine creed
suppressing their giggles for Santa's big need
'Twas the night before Christmas and music was King
he left me a mic with a note said, "You sing ?.."
I clung to the silence like a mute oh so still
while Santa retired up the chimney at will
'Twas the night before Christmas and I was lip tight
as the snow fell so gently, all through the night
'Twas the night before Christmas and I stayed awake
picking out songs, .... for the fam's final wake.
Nov 23, 2018
I can enjoy a tasty meal
But I must tell you how I feel
If you’re chewing very loud
I can hear it in a crowed
If you’re eating very near
I must make it very clear
That your mouth must be kept tightly closed
Or I will simply just explode
My skin crawls when food gets teared
Crunching hard makes my eyes completely flared
Open mouths will make me scream
When people eat just like a machine
Popcorn, chips, or even gravy
Eaten loud will make me crazy
Any food munched on with force
Will lead me to act with out remorse
I don’t know when or what or how
But I can promise you just like a vow
If you begin to chew
I will turn into someone you wish you never knew
so here me now in my innocent plea
Eat gently when your in front of me
For my ears they quietly adhere
For a noise that brings them to tears.
By: Sabina Nicole
My father told me, "Dana:
In the kitchen is a banana
It's meant for your mother
Not for you, nor any other.
But I was a kid of ruthless ways
A throwback to hunter gatherer days
To those harsh days on the Savannah
When finding a banana was nirvana.
I snuck into the kitchen, I'm sorry to say
I munched the banana, my ethics gave way.
In hindsight there wasn't much hope
I had started down a slippery slope.
Years later I ran an outlaw clan
If you got in our way, you were a dead man
I'd sit there smoking a cheap Havana
Wearing a cowboy hat plus a bandana.
I got rich by taking other people's cash
Until one day an old man told me I was trash
I pulled out my gun, I was real mad
Then I froze; he was my dad.
"Son," he said, "you're plain no good
You took that banana, just because you could
It got worse from there, you slid down the slope
Hannah and I are at the end of our rope."
I thought he was right, I had strayed
So I made amends, a price I paid
Took my ill-gotten gains, gave to my mother Hannah
A lifetime's supply of Chiquita banana!
I went to a priest, confessed to all
Explained my repentance, told of my fall.
But the priest said I didn't understand
Too many past victims, across the land
For what profit it a woman named Hannah
If she gains every single banana
But loses her soul.
I had lost sight of the goal.
You stick to the right no matter how small
The only way to keep standing tall.
I have had a lovely day today,
Just with my husband, John,
We read the Sunday papers
With our pyjamas on
Then did the cryptic crossword
That was more encouraging than the news
We finished it quickly
Which left us both bemused
Then I had breakfast
John brought it to me
Muesli, fruit, and a strong, hot cup of tea
We started to talk about life today,
That got a bit involved
So we decided to give that away.
John's an avid reader
So he immersed himself in a book
I opened my computer to have a butchers hook
There was nothing of importance
No mail for John or me
I thought it was time
To make coffee.
After we drank our coffee
And ate a biscuit or two
John looked at me and said
I'm enjoying this, are you?
Smiling, I answered,
I am that's sure
He nodded in agreement
We should do this more
I prepared lunch
I thought it was time I moved
We sat and munched
Which John approved.
I ignored the dishes,
That lay dirty in the sink
Tomorrow is another day
It is not the usual way. I think.
This afternoon everything is fine,
I have had welcome comments
From some kind poetry friends of mine.
I feel very fortunate to have their support,
Even though I don't always
Answer them as I ought.
So everyone online
Who is reading this chatty rhyme
It sometimes pays
To chill out sometimes
Take a deep breath
And do your best to relax
You will live longer
That's a well-known fact.
I hope you all have had a lazy day
I trust it has helped you
To blow your blues away.