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Yesterday before I went up to bed
I noticed an email that I hadn't read
It was from Soup thanking me
For sending them the PM fee
It must be a mistake or so I thought
They sent me something that I haven’t bought
I thought about what I would say
And email them the very next day
I told a friend what the email said
And read her response before going to bed
She said that she was happy for me
You've had a gift; someone’s paid your fee
Whoever you are you've made my day
I’m lost for words don’t know what to say
Your very kind and generous act
Will stay with me and that’s a fact.
Thank you.
Written 6th March 2018
For anonymous angels contest sponsored by Yasmin Malik.
Christmas nears, I am gone but Yasmin fills my mind
in old Bombay she sits and writes to aged dames like I.
So far away, all we have is words to bring us near,
so often times I hear a ring, and her voice loud and clear.
I know what she wants from me and it's something I can give
friendship, loyalty and companionship and nothing to forgive.
Now, neither Yasmin, nor my dear Kash are Christians, nor am I,
but still, at this time of year, the gifts of open heart ally.
And, I know of wisdom, of learning and of love, I share,
hoping Kash accepts the gifts, and waylays all his cares.
To Chas, now I have no need to give him worldly things
for he has his wife, his Carolyn, and their loving hearts sing.
Yet, I would give them days and nights a house, and home, needs be
if they had need, if they wanted for a step-daughter.. me.
For my little sis, for my Dee, our mischievous Cyndi,
I give her books with pages blank, for her and Verity.
My gift to her and Verity is the space to bloom to grow
unfettered by conventions, transformation to undergo.
Last, my Vie, to her I'd send a picture of my wrinkled smile
and know she'd sit, stare and think "Perhaps, I'll see her in a while."
She'd ring her chimes, and I'd ring mine, and continents would merge
for friendships such as ours, take patience and pathos to emerge.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Happy Holy Days to Yasmin Khan, Poet Kash, Charles Henderson, Cyndi MacMillan, Vienna Bombardieri
Video games are popular I admit
People of different age level played it
It’s an interesting game that everybody love
But not for me, I feel so sad
I know it’s an enjoyable pastime
You can forget you problems for awhile
But there are many disadvantages if you can see
Especially my students who are lazy to study
Their parents think they are in school
But they make them think like a fool
The money given for their everyday allowances
They spent it at the internet cafe and forgot their studies
Here comes the issuance of the report card
The parents saw the grades and became mad
The students blamed the exam because it’s so hard
Just to hide the fact that video games make them bad
For me it can promote violence for the young
All I wish are the family members act like a guardian
They can play video games as much as they can
As long as they will promise to be a responsible daughter and son
For:Yasmin Khan Contest "Video Games Played)
4th Place Winner
NOTE:
I know the maximum lines are 15 but I try my luck....win or lose its okay as long as I explained the effects of video games in the minds of the children. Thanks for reading :)
**ABC FUN**
Funny vs' Rude~~
agrestic bugaboo creeps, dandle
'each-
other', footle gleeking,
happy, izzat...jillick, kibitz, ludic,
maffick, nothosonomia,
osculating, proudly, quizzing, riant,
squabash,
to unstable void, whelm, Xanthippe,
yodle, zingy.
*
Dark Death~~
aphotic burnt cardinal debris
everywhere, flammeous,
growing haematic, igniting,
jeopardizing, killing, lava,
madness, numb, 'Oppositional-
Defiant',
pulse, quantity,
rage, staged, tempered, under,
virescent, watch, ***, yield, zero.
*
Dream a little Dream~~
Accelerator, beating, captivating
dreaming, eruption,
fingerprints, ghost haunting,
invading,
journey,
'keebler-keeper', labyrinth, magic,
nightmare, odyssey,
path, quarantine, rainbows, snakes,
'tossing&turnning',
unconsciously, vertigo,
'wakening2wetness', x-rated,
yawning,
zoomed.
*
Dedicated and inspired by; Yasmin
Khan
By;pd
A day away from work comes only once
A day away from hurdles which makes me pounce
Such a day, blissful, is spent by being ecstatic
Such a day makes me amnesic!
A day given to my art, known as writing
Once or twice a month, it is what keeps me breathing
A day spent with my dreams in weaving,
Best comes the time of penning!
A day also dedicated to the Muses
They know best how to tend bruises
Pain gives way to relief
As feels the bandit in his mischief!
A whole day filled with writing verses
Such a day makes me the sole chief
Accompanying me are all the universes
Such goes my joy in brief!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Placed 7th in Letting your Hair Down contest
Sponsored by Yasmin Khan
“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer.
“Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another. Huh?
“Xanax.” Was then offered.
While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed.
“Valium, is inside my pocketbook,
Unisom, too. It’s up to you.” said some voice.
”Thank you,” I began, “you are all dear,
Seems though, I have not been clear.
Really, all I want and need ….”
“Quick dissolving antacid is here, amid
Percocet in the drawer, in my desk,
Oxycotin, too. What bothers you?” again, someone interrupted me.
”Now that you ask,” I started to reply, “my only request,
Made just moments ago …”
“Lexapro, is in my bag.” Another spoke,
“Keep it with you all day, see if you’re okay.
Just know at work you can’t rest – it’s no joke.
It will tire a person in no time flat.” She went on,
“Happens fast, you will feel sleepy once you digest.”
”Gosh guys,” I felt mad, “this is like combat.
For goodness sake, do stop speaking out.
Everyone, hear my question, don’t make me shout,
Did any of you in this office
Consider that all I wish to
Borrow is a simple, genuine
Aspirin? Well, maybe two.”
` ` `
on fire …
with a silken face bouncing gently
in the bath of combed sunlight, her eyes open
like a newborn rose sprinkled by drips
of honeyed laughter; the sheer mist floats
into a world where robins wing around her feet,
as if to chase a meadow filled with morning
coffee scent… and she feels the natural brightness
of people humming violin tunes inside her head;
how she loves with arms knitting tender flames ,
a slow fire in the rush of breaths flowing in cool
breeze: lungs floating in and out between
the piety of her bones…she rambles along
greeting everyone she meets with a soft smile.
fire on ice…
she taste the tears of both wrath and liberation,
flowing down the sunken river in a hazy blur;
until she hears a voice,” rock –a-bye, baby girl”
silencing herself, unaware of her twin lives,
for her eyes cannot see the difference
between another time, another place
where elements of fire and ice cannot blend.
©
. ….. ..
for Yasmin Khan’s Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Letting Your Hair Down
Looking to sit back and enjoy the day
Aiming for the patio table, our little get away
Kick off the shoes and sit with the family
Share todays news and laughing happily
And you know we have to have that ice cold beer
Best way to chill out over here
The neighbors wave and sometimes sit to chat
Our home is like a big welcome mat
Before you know it, here comes out the barbecue pit
The more the better, I must admit
Home is where you can just relax and do nothing
Its when best memories are made and lots of good loving
Doesn't cost nothing to just enjoy and rest
This is when we are the happiest
Let your hair down and take a little time
Do this often and learn to unwind
Contest by: Yasmin Khan
Written by: Debra Falgout
Alphabet soup served piping hot
In your bowl ladle up the lot
A Poet Destroyer stirs up the soup
While A Nathan joins in the diverse group with his works
Michael Ainsley joins the conglomerate
with his poetic alphabetic tricks
Who in the bowl floats up next
Daver Austin a music whiz laying out stanzas quite appetizing
Which letter would I like to see now
Maybe some who have come and gone quite recently
Therese Bacha who pours out her soul
Poems written with passion and emotion into the bowl
James Fraser whose romantic and passionate lines
Filled the bowl with affairs of the heart
Now they've gone missing from the soup pot
Sponsor: Yasmin Khan
Contest: Meeting The Soupers
Written on October 31, 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Not so done for brotherhood’s good,
Charity nor for truth you’ve stood,
The day you fuss, your failure fret,
That be the time ought ye regret.
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Translation |12.09.2024|life, truth, charity, brotherhood
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhaashhitam. This one is taken from my selection of translations. One regrets so many things that he need not. Yet, there are but a few things that he should really regret if not accomplished. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
hitam na kinchit vihitam parasya,
daanam na dattam na cha satyam uktam |
yasmin dine nishfalataam prayaatah,
sah eva kaalah parikhedanasya ||