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Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.
Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.
Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu
For my heart.
I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.
I remember the wood from the wood
The water from the water
And manifold items from jungle alleys
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.
I remember the constant match
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.
I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?
Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.
Oh, mother loving woman
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.
Oh, Mother India,
The sacred smock of your cremated children
Over your revered land, I see
The lamentations of the death-stricken families
I daily hear
The unbearable agony of your offsprings, in my
heart, I constantly feel.
Do not despair holy India, for it is not only me that
shows compassion
But
The whole world, with sympathy, has turned its
Eyes upon you
All nations are willing to assist you to overcome this
Horrible affliction
Thus
You to return to your illustrious status
And
The love of humanity to be glorified!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 May 2021
*There have been at least 300,000 new infections every day in the past week, with more than 360,000 new cases and more than 3500 deaths in the past 24 hours.
A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic,
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal,
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of tranquil cryptic songs;
Lying spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong!
Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia, uncustomary to the core!
Where innate and mellow are the naive dwellers' rustic tinkling timbres!
A rover's riddle, the natives' pride, a unique heritage, their blissful strains!
Ringing with an ancient tradition of tune-giving in honour of the root ancestress,
Customary to the matrilineal surviving unknown folk of the thorp!
The chirping region's dispositions and practices outlandish, vague and obscure,
Primitive and bizarre, mere to merge with nature's absolute accord!
Voices buzzing in whistles, murmuring and chattering, lilting,
Arcane, pervading the virgin thicket of the sacred thorpe!
To entangle, passerby and wanderers in dream like metaphors!
Those magical murmurs in quirky tunes, mingling the breeze of the secluded hamlet, intoning own tinkles!
Blessed are the tuning terrain's offsprings, nameless!
Rared by ditties, hailed sacred by the clan's conviction!
Outlying, by the uninhabited enchanting wilderness of East Khasi Hills,
Sleeping quietly the untrodden, nature's lulling lullaby, the whistling Kongthong!
Yell! Immaculate and serene, the saga of their undeciphered airs, mumbling in exquisite ethos!
Inimitable and gripping to eye, how the denizens of the tribe,
Are crooning to dub and call each other by indigenous intonations!
Pitching and whooshing, to tune their melodic identities unique!
Whew! The picturesque terrain is tweeting, whooping, and whizzing!
Heaven! Bless anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
The ringing Kongthong, God's own whistling hamlet!
Over fury,over fright did she dwell.
Under strife,under shame: who can she tell?
Road thorned with scorn and mockery.
She was birthed as others were,
In honour,was she celebrated.
Stars of beuty twinkling in her eyes,
Tiled with radiance was her smile.
Ears set consciously like the brick,
Round waist, punched back,rolling like a steel.
Wealth was to her no problem,
Health,yet,was no problem.
Odds of nature in her found no delight,
Hacking her beautous qualities was this plight.
Animals have with what to feed their offsprings,
Diana had none,not even little and hollowed like a ring.
Night and day did she of this weep:
'Holy Lord,Let joy to me clip'.
Busty suitors had approached her frequently,
Roped in by the intensity of her beauty.
Elation had had her when they came:
'Ah! you have no breast?',all would say the same.
She has been living without a maiden's value,
Tell us please,what can we do?.
18:01:29:07:43
Come on let's be honest
Remember what love is ...
Its not just a four
spelled words.
it's something else, something
More powerful than Medusa spell
For real
if you want to feels, the taste
Just be the first
demonic angel
its hints more like a drugs
disappear out of blue,
Without a warning or good bye kisses
Its has not Time to stay
Just like a doctor who's run out of patients
no justice to server
but if the aim is to survive
just stay away from addiction because all your
offsprings will be
Influences by
A story you Never wrote but
the title will remain still...
woke to the phone ringing early morning at four,
worried answered the phone fearing what was in store,
“ Mother had a heart attack” heard my sister say
tears flooded my eyes, I froze and could hear no more!
distances and separations of modern day,
families prised apart as dreams take them away,
to far distant countries across the seven seas,
how ageing parents yearn for their offsprings to stay!
flights unavailable would not get there with ease,
Covid tests quarantine were additional tease,
rushed to hospital, doctor friend did her life save
but thousand miles away my heart was not at peace!
we were united thanks to Smart phone we all have,
smiled, sobbed blew kisses bridged the distance with a wave!
Unity Poetry Contest
20/01/2021
Carolyn Devonshire
Three Rubaiyat quatrains
with two concluding lines keeping to Rubaiyat rhyme
keeping to contest limit of 14 lines.
Galactic steel spaceship crashes
The event anticlimactic
A one-eyed alien dashes
Winding against wind apractic
From another galaxy pair
Heard that upon earth herds eat pears
In atactic state couldn't climb stairs
Swiftly did pray but was prey unwares
Behind a flower did lie man
The practic approach, his tactic
This alien to steal, game plan
Soon approach this galactic
Fair were his few thoughts uncontrolled
Though alien thoughts were lactic
Since he hit the liquor steel, rolled
Moonshine did steal for extragalactic
On my Galaxy small, small screen
Right there did view their scary scenes
Do pray that these two do not glean
Offsprings to have mixed matched genes
Out of this world
Written: September 09, 2016
My son the guru has all the answers
He hasn't failed me yet
Every family needs someone like him
An untold treasure you bet
I'm much too old to learn new stuff
My learning years are done
That's why it's so damn important
To have a guru son
Let him discover the latest stuff
Let him absorb it for you
Then explain it to you in simple terms
Coz you really don't have a clue
Each generation learns from their kids
They keep us all up to date
Do I feel lazy or maybe a bit guilty
Nope! No need to ruminate
Just ask and you'll receive they say
A cop out but what the hey
What are offsprings good for anyway
But to help you through the day
© Jack Ellison 2013
Seventy-nine years old and counting
Got a whole bunch more years to come
Longevity is rampant in my family
I'm the youngest of ten children
Nine sisters and finally li'l ole me
Two died at birth... but
One sister managed to make it to ninety-four
Four lived into their eighties
And two lived into their late seventies
My mummy was eighty-two when she passed away
But my poor dear old daddy only lived to sixty-seven
Colon cancer got him
Usually when hearing about nine sisters
Most people say, “Wow! You must have been spoiled”
What does that mean... like meat that's gone bad?
I guess you could say I was doted on!
Loved it... I recommend it!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Today my words to you bow
You gracefully live up to what you vow
An esteem of yourself is not over but high, I wow!
Your soul pumped full of love, your offsprings treasure now.
Today my ink for you does flow
You a mighty power from head to toe
Your depth an ocean of mystery and wisdom that glow
So much admired, looked up to even by your foe.
Today my heart to you leaps and flies
You inspire contentment and glee, a source of patience and sacrifice
You stand rough times a warrior in your pride
Grounded, rooted but your aspirations soar high!
Today I honour you and idolize
A highly spirited woman, made of yourself sublime
May all the blessings be bestowed upon you soul and mind
Sanctifying prayers for you to more and more rise.