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I just wonder...
If you would have loved me
if you had not read the imperfect sonnet
that I wrote for you in a piece of paper
adorning it with petals of roses:
my first scribble of love to you
If you would have heard the jingles
of the anklets of my mind
when she enacted with graceful moves
and expressed her yearnings for her beloved
in the performance of Bharatanatyam:
if I hadn't scribbled them to you
my longings...in words
If you could read the lyrics
of a special song hidden in my heart
that I am yet to pen and tune to music
to sing it for you whenever I meet you:
if I do not likely get a chance
to compose and sing
my verses of devotion for you
If you could figure out
the meaning of the empty lines
in-between
in the stanzas of a poem I phrased
in the diary of my mind's memoirs
if you happen to read them.
And if you figure out,
will you try to fill those lines up...
if my mourning muse
never wishes to fill them
with her gloomy grey ink?
...I just wonder
You could say:
Variety attracts a free spirit, a soul with curiosity -
someone like me,
someone simple minded
Ideas invigorate the muse,
while
Calculations,
the right angles and views
- test me
intellectually
(A nerd searching for an exact word)
I could say:
A pencil behind the ear, might draw you near,
to someone like me
Your creative energy is incredibly alluring,
off the number chart
carefree,
figures balanced
when,
Inspired -
poetically
(A flawless word searching for a nerd)
We could both say:
Variety attracts a free spirit, a soul with curiosity
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~ Just a little scribble ~
Sunday March 17th, 2019- Poem of the Day
Author's Note- Many thanks to all those that take a moment to leave a kind thought upon my poetic whispers.
I am humbled that this poem of mine has been chosen as Poem of the Day.
Behold the true depth
of every moment
stolen by time,
while each whisper
caresses the beauty within
If you could only see the you
that I see through my eyes,
your soul would awaken
to love again,
just hold you captive
and never let go
Just remember . .
. . You will always be
the light
that shines forever,
in my eyes
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Just a little Scribble
~ If you could only see the you
that I see, through my eyes ~
Good morning, Lord... another day...
a clear, new page before me
to scribble and doodle on, to fill as I wish
while I think, pray, work, play, decide, act...
but, most of all...while I love.
By night I'll have it filled for sure.
Just one thing, Lord.
I hope among the scattered scribbles,
the dilly-dally doodles...
something amazing and creative will emerge
that reflects your love and glory...
something special you'll be proud of, Lord,
that you'll accept and enter in that great, big
book of yours...
"The Anthology of Services...
To God and Humankind."
Far from the din of madding crowd,
Away from the bustle of city life
I withdrew into a solitary spot,
To turn my thoughts into dazzling verse.
Shelley and Shakespeare came in view,
Emily and Eliot fell in line,
Their verses ringing loud and clear,
Their energy fanning fire within
I dreamt of putting proper words,
To clothe my thoughts in striking lines,
Longed to pour my loaded heart,
In powerful verse to move the hearts
But as I started scrawling down,
All that I had stored in hoards –
Ebbed out into mere froth and foam,
Leaving only broken thoughts
Will my Muse be here once again?
Or is it better to leave my thoughts unspoken?
However, I strained hard to give them life,
And labored in vain to make them rhyme,
‘The Blazing Sun’ and ‘Brilliant Stars’,
All faded out with no trace of glow.
I envisioned before me the Sacred Mount,
To drink from the fountain gushing down,
Alas! Only hot lava spurted out,
And the wings of fancy burnt outright!
Sad, my Muse didn’t appear to enliven me,
Nor my fantasy lingered long,
I stared blank into the scroll in front,
Unable to scribble even a moving thought.
Like a soldier vanquished in war,
I put away my pen for the time being,
Hoping my Muse would come down soon,
To inspire and help me script immortal verse!
Jan.4.2023
My Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
6/24/17
Still adventuring
And endeavouring
Not always remembering
What the schools have been lecturing
Items needing sheltering
Or there will quickly be weathering
Many folks working hard at mentoring
And others just blethering
Unfettering
Then untethering
Onto bigger and better things
Don't for once, think it all won't ever sting
You'd be suprised at the joy that a letter brings
It's not going to always be crystal clear
And may be more than a little weird
What else shall I jot down and scribble here
Something about
How
There just may be no better time than now
Cement word by word
I connect one idea to another idea
scribble verse with verse
I build a bridge poem ...
I caress my spirit
with words of honey
so poetry always
licks me with candy ...
The verses, all sowing
same as seeds in the field
feather the poem I treat,
best the fruit of poetry ...
Poetry without birds in the field,
without toads and frogs in the pond,
without desert, sand, blood in the vein,
would that be poetry, life ... would it be ...?
I throw a stone, sketch the effort,
I throw a word, absorb the gesture,
I get milk from the stone and as pretext
of this dynamic, dialectical poem I do ...!
Just a little scribble '
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Breathtaking, because
. . . The sunset, in its sweet surrender,
with elegant poise; kisses the horizon slow and tender
Beauty is definitely defined,
through majestic moments entwined
yet, without you
here with me
To embrace time and space,
my world does not feel . . . Breathtaking, because
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~ Lingering thoughts from the heart ~
Because you are a part of me
Awake, ye sleepy, coop-bound souls!
Unbutton your boredom, unfasten your goals!
For glory’s not found in the stiff upper sash—
It lives in the squelch of the Chicken Splash.
With feathers all fluffed like a powdered wig,
She struts like a duchess who’s learned how to jig.
A dip of the beak, a dramatic small sneeze—
Then ker-splash! She dives in with elegance and ease.
No need for a ballroom or velvet-toned glee,
She’s a duchess of dirt, and she’s waltzing with glee.
Each puddle’s a portal, a glittering gate,
To a world where the serious show up too late.
She twirls through the mud with flippant finesse,
In a gown of good humour and splatter-spun dress.
Each droplet’s a diamond, each slosh is a cheer—
An anthem of nonsense the wise long to hear.
It’s not just a dance, it’s a radical creed,
A declaration of joy over sensible speed.
Why march through your life with a stiff, tidy plan,
When a squishy detour says more than a man?
The cows may look on with a snobbish moo,
But what have they done that was daring or new?
The hens, though—they giggle, they copy, they dash,
They’ve all found their truth in the Chicken Splash.
A duck may protest, “But we’re made for the wet!”
She replies with a wink, “Ah, but we have regret!”
For puddles, you see, aren’t just soggy terrain—
They’re places where boredom is washed down the drain.
She leaps like a question that’s yet to be asked,
With purpose disguised in the goofily masked.
She’s Plato in wellies, she’s Nietzsche in fluff,
She’s telling the cosmos, enough is enough!
So scribble your worries, then crumple the sheet—
Come paddle with passion, get mud on your feet.
For life isn’t tidy, nor meant to be brash—
It’s a puddle of promise, a Chicken Splash!
And when you grow old, with your spectacles tight,
And you tell little stories by soft firelight,
Don’t boast of your trophies or accounts full of cash—
Tell them, “Once, I dared do the Chicken Splash.”
Watching material,
Materialize,
Before my very eyes.
Invisible molecules,
Ancient and wise,
Form and fit into their disguise.
Your prize,
Look deep inside,
They're hitching a ride.
Going where you decide,
In the direction you tried,
Exactly how you designed.
Once refined,
Set your goal in sight,
Plan it just right.
Believe in your might,
It's not worth the fight,
Take out some paper and write.
Scribble your hearts desire,
Throw it into your fire,
Requiring just an instant.
Let its imprint,
Burn in the firmament,
Feeling the enjoyment.
Be patient,
Believe in every moment,
Ancient molecules,
Are following their guide.