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GOING with GUNS
Being an amateur photographer,
Off and on I use Flash Gun.
In photography, I am veteran
and taking nice snap shots so far!
My little grandson
owns a small Toy Gun.
He plays with it under Sun,
continuously chewing cocoa wafers.
To water pot plants using Water Gun
my wife enjoys with great fun.
This technique of watering, she prefers.
That man has hobby to hunt
wishes to give a stunt.
Flock of birds he aims
Tranquilizer Gun he claims
He happens to be my chauffeur.
I knew a terrorist, ready to fight,
always arrogant, roaming at night.
He used to be out as clock struck eleven
carrying A-K Forty -Seven.
Later he had to abandon
the dangerous Gun
and started to spread slogan
for Peace, his only concern,
turning a polite Philosopher.
04/30/21
First Place
'All Yours (May 21) Contest by Brian Strand
“Baby, win me a prize at the county fair.”
The smell of funnel cake mingles with the metallic scent of rickety rides. The smoke billowing in the air accents my chills but I still want to be stuck with you at the top of the ferris wheel; It’s trick or treat season, candy is permitted. Sugar highs and sticky lips facing mundane fears; Adrenaline masked by the risk of falling, talking masked by intense screaming, did I give in again? Water gun balloon races, basketballs, and too tall to carry stuffed animals. They all have a feeling of time sensitive anxiety. Bulls and hogs with blue ribbons spooking. Is it a masked ticket vendor or someone stalking the next line breaker?
Beaten horror house,
fiery tilt a whirl spinning;
Wild small town Samhain.
Down the interracial, middle-class block
there's a kid who talks like a mature guy...
using words only a grown-up man does,
" It's awesome to be cool! Let's have a fist fight!"
One evening, he drank from a can
he thought was a soft-drink...no, it was beer!
ah, he started laughing and throwing rocks,
infurating the lady next door who let her dog loose....
Poor kid he was chased for blocks
by a vicious poodle and as small as the dog was
he mauled the volley ball he carried.
" Get away from me, doggy! " he hollered
by kicking his his legs and calling for help.
News spread like fire and all the kids
came to see what was happening.
"Bring me my water gun, he told them...
I got to shoot him down before he bites me! "
And glancing at the agitated poodle
showing his sharp teeth, he pressed down
the trigger on his water gun saying,
" I am a cop...freeze! You going to jail! "
There was no hesitation on the dog's part,
he ran as if chasing a cat who stole his bone.
I have been chained to this movie set for days.
By the time the stars come back to start the season
I will be lying in a dehydrated puddle of death.
I dread how my corpse will smell.
It is dark back here too, and depressing.
Wait a second! I hear Gwen’s laugh. Flat out and loud.
I struggle for her to hear me. But I cannot move.
The gag allows me no sound. Blake’s voice is next.
He says something that makes Gwen laugh even more loudly!
I attempt to move the chair up and down but it does not move.
The chair and I are both bolted to the floor of back stage.
“Hey Blake!” Dang! It is John Legend. I scream with delight.
Except silently. Damn!
Next I hear Kelly. No one can mistake that peal of laughter.
Ryan. Where is Ryan? Surely he will come back stage right?
No Ryan. Just when I give up hope I hear a water gun battle.
Come back here! Come back here! Come back here! I scream.
Silently of course. I have been gagged well.
Two seconds later Kelly falls over my chair.
“Hey!” There’s a mannequin tied to this chair!” she yells.
I try to speak. Nothing comes out.
John is the next to arrive.
“Let’s sit on it and get our pictures taken, he suggests.”
Luckily they do it, and discover I am not a mannequin.
HAPPY HOLI & HAPPY EASTER TO ALL MY FRIENDS ON POETRY SOUP
Why the colors of Holi
.
Whenever spring comes
It brings the feelings of a joyous season
When the birds
Began to sing
And the new leafs and buds
Starts their dancing and singing
On the rhythms
Of the spring winds.
.
When the old leaves slowly leave
Giving place
to new ones to come
And show their flying wings.
.
And watching
These joyous dance
In every nook and corner of Nature
Human hearts began to throb
More rapidly
For spreading the colors of Fagun*
On their beloveds in waiting
With a Pickaari* full of colors
While celebrating the festival of Holi
On this land
We know and call as India.
.
But elsewhere
Where the lovers are
Are not together
And are facing a temporary separation
They sing the love songs
While remembering
Their sweet heart and beloveds
Somewhere far from that place
Where the beloved
May be waiting
To sprinkle
The colors of love
Through the songs of love
She may be singing.
.
Ravindra K Kapoor
20th March 2016
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Pichkaari* = Water gun
Fagun* The Month of Feb. & March around Holi
Holi* = The festival of colors which is played in Feb. March every year.
Desire is the essence of a man.Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.
Why am getting so much fun,
Have you mixed Bhaang in the air..
why am getting double intoxication,
have you fed me sweets with your eyes?
Your velvet shirt has turned pink,
and what a Mad, Royal walk you've got..
So,
O beloved, when you colored me with a water gun,
this simple straightforward girl got drunk..
When you danced wearing a pair of jeans,
even the relatives of neighbors got mashed on you..
Why is there a swear word of 'No Vacancy' on your lips
when the room of your heart is empty..
Lightning Up the Fire of Real Love in your heart with Extraordinary Passion.
I know what you want,
you speak prayer, but your intention is a qawali,
your quick wit has become torturous,
you've become a key to every lock today..
You are Stubborn and Passionate.
Your Wrists have come in my hands.
When I Twisted it is felt as if it was Cream.
This Addiction of Cream shall be Expensive for you.
It's better for you to be Fasting.
Your Decorative Desires is shinning like the Moon.
There are Countless Desires in my heart now
The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.
Yes the World says it's all gone bad.
I am living here under obligations received from others.
You are also living somewhere under obligations received from others.
I don't want to live under obligations received from others
We have to do something memorable so that the World Remember Us for our Good Deeds.
The discipline of desire is the background of character.
Dreams come true when desire transforms into concrete actions.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
i was six and you were nine
you would pack sunlight into a jar
tell me it was mine.
at night it lit my room.
when the stars were out
you'd throw stones to wake me up.
butterfly nets in hand
we'd catch stars from the sky
save them in our pockets.
i'd hand you my water gun
you’d load one at a time
pull the trigger
and yell
"quick wish on a shooting star."
now twenty and more old
i still have the jars
i still own every wish
i uttered silently
on those moonlit eves.
it was you
in my dreams
in my smile
always kind.
i only had one wish
you and i
clad in the innocence
of those times,
of dreams and laughs
i only wished
it would never end,
and your sunshine
safe in my memories
our childhood sealed in those jars.
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name:The Sweetest Touches of Verse
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
I fondly recall the innocent days of my childhood,
playing hide and seek among the backyard boxwood,
and life as I knew it then was sweet and good.
Country life was always fun.
I treasured Christmas tree lights glowing in the dark,
family gatherings each summer in Audubon Park.
In my younger years I was as carefree as a lark,
enjoying days in the sun.
With my little sister beside me we made mud pies
and didn't see anything wrong with little white lies
or that dancing like ballerinas in the rain wasn't wise
until our pirouettes were done.
I enjoyed having an allowance that I could spend
and sharing whispered secrets with my best friend,
wishing our playing time outside would never end.
How I loved to run!
In sweet memories I recall swimming in the lake,
helping Mom in the kitchen when she would bake,
and eating more icing than I had put on the cake.
Having fights with a water gun.
How wonderful were my days spent as a child,
Dad called me a tomboy because I was a bit wild.
I was happy and content with life, always beguiled
with everything I'd done.
My braided pigtails were yanked by a silly boy in school.
He giggled like an idiot thinking he was so cool,
til I fought back with a fist and called him a 'stupid fool.'
That battle I had won.
If memory serves me well, I remember not liking boys.
Always wanting their way and making too much noise.
I preferred playing house with many of my stuffed toys.
Boys were creatures to shun.
I was very competitive and wanted to win every race,
and didn't care much in those days about ladylike grace.
I recall being angry with myself for falling flat on my face
and not talking to anyone.
I've photos of me since I was born and it's plain to see
that my childhood was a very delightful time for me.
With a loving family like mine, I grew up quite esprit.
I love them all, a ton!
October 8, 2022 - A Constance La France Contest
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - "T" Forms Poetry
Once so happy and carefree
Filled with wonder and curiosity
looking for answers to life's mysteries
Love once filled the void in me.
As a mother there was a lot of fun
soaking my kids with the hose or a water gun
Losing track of time while playing in the sun.
Then eating ice cream while watching television
Then somehow along the way
My joy was gone like yesterday.
I tried to grasp it to make it stay
I tried so hard to smile everyday
The hope of feeling whole again
feels like it will never happen.
The hole is growing as it deepens
I try to find things to fill it in.
Now no matter my efforts I still cant see
solutions or answers to again be happy.
I seem to be drained emotionally
leaving an empty shell called me