Long Rejoinder Poems

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Premium Member Our Claim to Fame

Human life is sublime creation of Him 
Every birth has certain intent.
Preaching or praying
Can’t get you the unsurpassed Moksha
Indeed, He never anticipates them
Identify the chore and accomplish it.
Obstacles may hamper your attention
Continue the journey without stopping by woods
Action and result are like water and a lotus leaf   
Water can never make a lotus leaf wet 
Let not your mind get agitated by the outcome
You carry out action ; He manifests result. 
If you rejoinder your conscience,
You can steadfast in front of God.
But God questions only those who evade
What is stupendous? Living after dying.


Premium Member I Surrender

I SURRENDER 
                                                                                
        Mystic misty night took entry.
        Sky spreading starry tapestry:
                        Charm and wonder!
                                                           
        Sea waves rolling roaring swell, bulge.
       Aqua opulence drifting in surge:
                       Simple splendor!

      Forest full of flora-fauna.
      calls my curious persona.
                       Wish to wander.

         Magic and marvels of Nature
         Sometimes miracles to capture.
                                 Smart rejoinder.
                          
        Lilac lavender love trying to feel
         with glamorous amorous thrill:
                                Ardent ardor!    
                                    
        I surrender.


  07/17/20
                                                             
                                                                        First place

   Strand Completely New (10)   Contest by Brian Strand

   
    'Battle of Most Acclaimed Poems  2020 '   Contest by John Hamilton
Form: Rhyme

Let's be real

Let's be real 
I'm the deal 
the big dog
handing out slapdowns
I'm on a crackdown
I'm taking out the trash
I'm a digital jokers ass

cope harder!
reality is not your father
your ego is a disaster
wasting your time!
arguing online!
so here's a witty rejoinder!

you smell, smelly smell
you smell, smelly, smell
you smell, smelly

nothing they say will convince me
nothing they do will thrill me
pushing their agenda on me loud
but here I stand, proud 

I'm here every day
I'll never go away
Argued with a tag
Lost my rag 

why can't you be constructive?
while I am so productive
feeding your ego each day
while I slave away
chained to my keyboard
with nothing to say

Premium Member Precious Moment

I smell fresh light wafting 
near this dissolving darkness

I hear its faint ringing
the second hand ticking
while the refrigerator hums

and the distant driver drones

I tensely anticipate 
the first tweet to ripple the silence
a tentative answer
an assertive reply
a confident rejoinder,
the ensuing cacophony of chirps

and
the distant driver cross fading 
into the morning commute.

So
right now
in the warmth
of this darkness

before
the tiniest
glimmer
glints

before
the bubble of dawn 
creeps in
and blasts it away

before
it's burned
in the cold cruel reality of
all consuming light

I'm holding onto this
precious moment

Premium Member Wife Precious

This is the wife’s rejoinder to my earlier post – HUSBAND. Of course, both are written with male and female perspectives and are a figment of my imagination.



I thought I married a scrupulous, true gentleman,
how did he ever become a sly, conniving ‘yes’ man?

When did he ever buy me a real precious stone?
All he does is buy the cheapest American clone

My husband believes he’s as funny as they come 
I humour him all along, in front of his adoring mom

He thinks he wears the proverbial pants at home
I let him be, as long as he is willing to stay home

Not that his company is preferable to that of women
Once outside, at women he’ll gawk, men will be men

All his show and admittance of love is just a farce 
Most men are narcissistic and selfish, love is scarce

I had expressed many a time my undying love for him
He says I am a good actor, and I should do well in a film
 
He’s romantic though, but always at the wrong time
His spirits, high during dinner, are out before bedtime

Let me say the most truthful thing ever, however
The truth that takes root, lasts in our heart forever

Neither man nor woman is complete in all aspects
Only together they can be complete in all respects


mbfarookh
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Form: Rhyme


Embossed

Emblazoned with your monogram 
                      Call me your little coin
               Design of us more sacred than 
                       Meteor's noon anoint 

              Howling homeless Winter lingers
                          Fingers in our trove
              Should cruelty a blizzard bring us
                   Brave summoned in droves 

               Prisoners whispered confidence 
                    Shared worries are gone
                Mortar between us is credence 
                    Knife edge secret sworn

               Bearers we, of mightiest sword
                       Armor repels feeble
                Donjon detains nightly reward 
                      Rejoinder agreeable 
 
               For every required expenditure
                      Little Coin will cater
               Conjured to find replenishment 
                      Future emblazoned 

              Energised by mammoth missions 
                     Carved as arrowhead 
              Morale for your instinctive vision
                     Richness never spent





                       26th August 2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Karen On the Beach

I took my dog for a walk on the beach.
Ran into Karen and she started to preach.
Plastic bags times three; filled with doggie debris.
People polluting the beach she decreed.
I smiled politely turning to continue on my way.
Apparently, she had a whole lot more to say.
I listened disinterested and mostly ambivalent. 
Thinking, how could anyone be so ignorant?
When a seagull swooped by and did something magnificent.
It was the perfect rejoinder to this entire incident.
Without displaying too much emotion;
I wondered, how much of that gets dropped in the ocean?
Karen’s face was filled with disgust.
Now a parting shot just was a must.
Imagine if we tried to bag the lot of it.
Could we fill our oceans with all that plastic?
I tipped my hat and headed on my way.
Wishing Karen, a most wonderful day.
Form: Couplet

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