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The cat could see but no one else,
So entranced was she, no thought of mouse,
She watched as they frolicked and played,
Amongst the lilies on warm summer days.
Bewitched by their beauty and magical ways,
Ephemeral beings no lords to sway.
Drinking the nectar of flowers so sweet,
Hovering above on wings that vibrate.
So captivated, day had turned to night,
And watching by the moon's pale light,
That she completely failed to see
her mistress searching for she,
But others heard and vanished from sight,
there you are puss, fancy staying out all night.
The cat had seen, but no one else,
the fairy gathering behind the house.
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Ravindra K Kapoor
18th Aug. 2014
The Love Story of Kacha And Devayani 9
Devayani
And you remember Kacha,
That in the season of autumn,
You often used to get lost,
In praising my beauty
In your poems and songs,
With the beauty
Of your dear Nature,
While watching the splendid treasure,
Of the forests,
And its falling leaves. 30
How such alluring images,
Which were so sweetly carved,
Deep in your heart and soul,
Have suddenly vanished,
From your mind and heart,
Like the glimmer
Of a summer clouds,
Dear Kacha? 31
Try to remember Kacha,
Those strong gush of,
Autumn winds,
Which used to take away,
The half hanging dry leaves,
From trees,
Creating the most pleasing,
Musical sounds,
Of the flying and falling leaves,
In the calm and quietness,
Of our lovely forest
Where we both
Used to spend lot of our time
In searching and collecting
The wonderful herbs as needed
By my father & your Guru
For making his magical remedies. 32
But in those moments,
You were often more fascinated
By the beauty,
Of those few golden leaves,
Fallen from the trees,
But staying in my hairs,
While kissing and playing
With the disturbed locks of hairs,
Which always inspired you
To create,
Some of yours most fabulous songs,
In praising the splendid beauty,
Of your dear Nature
And your beloved. 34
Can you recall sing those lines
Of your sweet song
Dear Kacha
Song lines Part 1
“My beloved’s face and beauty,
Has magical charms,
To attract anything,
In this wonderful season,
Of Autumn,
The shining tiny golden leaves,
Have come,
Not only to stay with her,
But to decorate,
Her long golden black hairs,
As a crown,
On Nature’s most beautiful Queen.” 35
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17th Aug. 2014
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I will remain at this Holy place
Staying here is the key to the fulfillment of my wishes
At some time my destiny will shine
At some point God will forgive my crimes
God's pleasure towards me might increase
And I will finally be able to acquire my peace
Such love has never been observed
Nor possible to understand
The love God has towards his prophet, towards us
I am going to that Holy place
Where every proud head becomes lower
Where all sins are forgiven, a new chance to earn heaven
They never fly over that Holy place
Showing us the holiness of this place
And spreading the God's word
Such an amazing creatures are these birds
I shall keep on pleading for my heart’s desire until it is met!
Neither will the eve of my desires ever see their morning
nor will this story ever end!
There is just one hope
That all the prayers I'll ask for
Shall be fulfilled, shall be fulfilled
Because I have heard that the great Lord
Your's and mine's God
will be right above my head
Upon seeing the place
I realized my sins, my mistakes
My eyes became full of tears
There I cried while holding onto that Holy place
Begging God to do justice in my case
So that I may be forgiven
And I should have a new purpose to live
To please Him through my deeds
I am not a true lover
He who loves God with true heart
is constantly recognised by this:
At every breath from his soundless lips
pours salutations and blessings upon Him!
The birds sing the praises of their God
Every ghost,and living creature
Send salutations to the God
Every leaf say this thing
That none deserves to be worshipped but the true God
From now on I want to please God
This is the reason I am living
This desire is insisiting me to live
If I didn't get His gracious gaze
My heart will no longer be mine
And me still living shall be a crime
I think the language of dating tends to be intentionally overeducated, because modern romance often requires forensic attention to fragments: eye movements, direct response or response delay and strategic silence.
The term ‘boyfriend’ is a deliberate allocation of trust.
Though we kiss for control with charming nonchalance,
it’s gritty and everyday, not decorative companionship.
He’s seen my worst screenshots
On another note..
I love staying up late at morning
I have vampire tendencies
that’s my frequency
Should I start to turn in earlier
or wait for school to begin
I’m that kind of worrier
that’s the way my world spins
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A song for this:
Deny by La Sécurité
It’s rained ‘most every day this week –
Good news for all the flowers.
We can’t complain, ‘cause weather’s whims
Are not within our powers.
Umbrella sellers have been pleased
And stores which peddle boots;
Perhaps they and the weather gods
Have labored in cahoots.
I’ve stepped in puddles more like lakes
And dripped from each extremity;
For keeping dry, it seems like
Staying home’s the only remedy.
It isn’t raining as I write
But showers are predicted.
I hope the sun comes out
And weathermen are contradicted.
‘Cause raindrops hailing seem to be
Like bullets in a battle.
Another cloudburst and I’ll think
I’m living in Seattle!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
The crowned virus from Wuhan
Rapidly spreads day and night;
It transmits from man to man,
Filling up the world with fright.
The people are in panic,
Each patient lies down on bed;
The threat becomes pandemic,
Leaving many victims dead.
The covid-nineteen infects
The mouth, the nose, and the eyes;
The body's lungs it affects,
Until the sick person dies.
The lockdown and quarantine
Are immediately employed;
The search for the right vaccine
Is what the WHO can't avoid.
The washing of hands is fine,
So is the social distance,
Staying home neath the sunshine
Gives household a better chance.
Form: Tanaga
He's a certified loner
Very Independent
Always doing everything
Without anyone support
Without confiding in any
Due to betrayals in the past
Always focusing on personal interests.
A self consultant
Always talking to self
Many label him crazy while bullying
From their own awareness
They're not aware of his pains and shames
He's always consulting himself
No longer trust people with his weaknesses.
Always staying in his lane
Without any complain
Already use to the pains
Confidentially walking around
With scars from trauma and betrayals
He rides in solitude, a deep thinker very empathetic.
It’s a heartbroken person
Permanently sad
The dark thoughts worsen
They’ll drive you mad
It’s a million different colors
They blend together as one
You can’t explain to the others
So you give up and run
It’s nowhere and everywhere
You can’t ever break free
The world you saw once was rare
Now you’re waiting for the right time to flee
It’s complex and never ending
Leaving you broken and damaged
honest and real but always pretending
Taking in more, but it can manage
It’s a knife to your throat
An unspoken but ever present danger
Drowning in sorrows, trying to stay afloat
Someone pushing you in, an eerie stranger
It’s an everlasting promise
A whisper in the dark
Staying up late watching for comets
By yourself at the park
It’s suffocating claustrophobia
Locking you up and throwing away the key
The deep and hollow melancholia
Is all you’ll ever be
Hillary Clinton
Mrs. Clinton, First Lady, became
well-known fem of political fame;
special policies made
and with Whitewater, played
that long, fact-finding, criminal game.
Later she became Senator, won
New York State in two-thousand and one.
Sponsored new bills galore,
Total passed...numbered four
during two terms before she was done.
Secretary of State her next move.
Tried to help ties with nations improve.
She attracted the news
which would sometimes confuse...
disapprove, turn around, then approve.
Like, ambassador killed...much at stake;
everywhere was announced this newsbreak.
But Benghazi assault
was judged not by her fault,
"for what difference now does it make?"
Quite politically savvy was she
backed up big with support...was to be
voted in President
but more votes, counted, went
to elect her proclaimed enemy.
Some insist, missing emails to blame;
that her server was wiped, what a shame.
But done just "with a cloth"
she declared by her troth,
so her innocence, we must proclaim!
Now, one thing that she did very well...
she stood up for her man through that hell
of Lewinsky's blue dress,
as he did so confess...
more worth staying than bidding farewell.
March 13, 2019
Contest: Positive Hillary Clinton Poem
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Tomorrow’s going to find me in another place
I never had the urge to settle down
There’s so much of this world that I’ve never seen
Another mountain, another valley, another town
I get those urges every time I hear a train whistle blow
Or the sound of a ship pulling out to sea
Staying put is killing me and I’ve just got to go
That open road is calling out to me
My memories take me to my youth
Just living for each day
Reveling in the joy that freedom brings
Flew from Spain to Corsica
Saw Ajaccio but I couldn’t stay
Listen to a mermaid as she sings
Barcelona then the other side of Spain
Pull cinderella liberty for New Year’s eve
Take the liberty boat back at Two AM
With a bottle of cognac up my sleeve
Walked around an old castle in Patras Greece
On a warm and sunny day
Stopped in town and had a few
Then it was time to be on my way
Remembering all the places that I’ve been
Look at the lines carved in my face
Wishing I could sail again
Memories time cannot erase
Dreams take me back to the open sea
Stop for a while in Kingston town
See the Southern Cross at night
Pour another tequila down