N- narrow rings of spaghetti cooked
O- oodles of steaming dish in platters
O- offshoot of Chinese gourmet, hot and spicy
D- delightful mix of veggies, egg and prawns
L- lovesome meal on a weekend outing
E- enjoyed with friends and family
S- special celebration on my son’s birthday!
C- chilli chicken with noodles make a good combo.
H- heavenly feel it gives that lingers on
I- intimate company of kith and kin.
L- laughter, teasing and merry making
L- lovesome ambience of a breezy evening
I- incredible aroma that made mouths drool
C- cooked in my home kitchen with
H- healthy ingredients carefully chosen.
I- Indian cuisine liked by young and old.
C- chilly and soya sauce make it delicious
K- ketchup also adds to its taste
E- everyone seemed to enjoy every bit of morsel
N- nibbling slowly, my son had a second helping.
"Spring is a wonderful season making itself vibrant when hearts beat to the rhythm of music, when butterflies flit around flowers and birds break their interim wintry silence with sweet carols. The magic of spring is overpowering." ---- By Poet
From a music maestro’s harp string
The chimes of a melody ring
Colorful flowers awaken
To greet the gently approaching spring.
The wintry chill’s silence is broken
Everyone, to birds’ sweet chorus hearken
The tight strung guitar plays mellow and deep
Happily welcoming spring unbidden.
Fresh buds awaken from winter’s sleep
Eastern winds from far gently sweep
Heavenly vibrations, resonant beats!
From under cover, rodents creep.
Splendorous sunshine with warmth greets
Cycle of seasons routinely repeats
Change in nature is so lovesome
Spring presents umpteen visual treats.
“Even the hardest hearts grow sensitive to bird songs ~ nature’s lovesome orchestra.” ~ by Poet
Oh! Little bird with plumage bright,
Don’t move away from my sight.
All the world lies still to listen to your joyful trill.
garden
blossoms galore
tickling and feasting eyes
lovely vistas of home and earth
green spot.
roses
dancing in wind
maidens clad in bright red.
waiting for a lip-to-lip kiss
fragrance.
small bees
blossom's buddies
flit around, humming tunes
carry the cargo of pollen.
reward.
carpet
of silken grass
invites cute lady bugs,
in polka dotted dress of red.
delight.
I didn’t become a poet by choice, but by accident
On falling ill, I met my muse through sheer chance
I have been drawn to nature and its myriad forms
To celebrate that love through poetry is my stance
Never I strained to voice my thoughts in verse
Until poetry came at the appointed time
When chosen, it came and gladly resided in me
And now I feel so blessed and sublime
All that’s alluring and lovesome meets my eyes
And communes to me in profuse delight
Which I turn into rhyme and rhythm
To make the souls of poetry lovers ignite
Poetry has now become a balm kissing my wounds
An escape from the commotion and noise around
It is a smooth glide into a sea of tranquility
And a celebration of all beauty that surround.
Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered,
Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon
Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson,
Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun
Spraying amber gold, on burnt-yellow attire,
Scattering breaths sapphire, on periwinkle fire;
As tunes chrysanthemum, sung of eve’s desire,
Choreographing themes of dreams romantic,
In symphony of colors shimmering on ripples
Sprinkling twilight on tapestries of blue ocean
Painting azure fabric, in aureate brushstrokes,
Quivering our essence, embraced in passion.
This is where we were, when first-time eyes met,
When sight of love fueled embers of romance
And smitten hearts spoke through lovesome glance,
Admiring from bridge, sun’s glorious farewell;
Where we stand today, as heart-rhythms resonate,
Synchronizing with love, and melodies of sunset.
Line 2: Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
Before the day turned into night
You I saw, what an awesome sight!
A smile of eve, of love and light,
A lovesome theme, my dream did write.
Up high blazed pink arc of the sky,
A spark of joy in purple dye,
A gleeful vibe of sun’s goodbye,
When love in your eyes moon did vie.
You my love, are a dream come true,
For life with you, is life I woo;
On cusp of night, where stars lure you,
To clues of love, the sunset drew.
Pray I now, you will steer my way,
Before this night turns into day.
In the morning I heard the tea pot singing,
With the amber liquid sizzling,
Saw spouts of vapor ejecting,
With a sweet aroma tickling.
While pouring my cup of steaming tea,
Adding some cream, a little sugar and stirring it
I thought of the magic effect it brings,
Reviving us on every morning and keeping us fit.
As we sip it while we scan the news paper
We feel the early languor being lifted,
Keeping us hydrated throughout the day,
With our cognitive abilities liberally assisted.
I feel there is nothing like a cup of well blended tea,
For a tired soul to enliven his body.
It’s delicious taste and delicate fragrance,
Make it everyone’s lovesome buddy!
It’s a heavenly drink for the torpid minds,
A beverage brewed from the best of leaves.
A magic potion for the feverish lips,
Which in tiresome hours, everyone craves.
Sure, teatime is the most pleasant family time.
How we babble and burble over a cup of tea
Drawing people closer and cementing relations.
Certainly, it’s a time to look forward with glee.
Autumn delights sporting red dye
Painting meadows in crimson themes
Charming thrills of amorous dreams.
Where parching breaths of maple sigh
Zephyrs groove lilting amber breeze
Swaying rhythms of colorful trees.
How season’s golden passions vie
Waltzing glamor of stolen glance
As leaves chromatic whirl, and dance.
Sights lovesome gazing sapphire sky
Frolic with stars of moonlit night
Lauding sparkles of twinkles bright.
Hoisting desires of romance high
Venus smiles gawking lovers kiss
Boosting tempo of autumn's bliss.
Autumn delights sporting red dye
Where parching breaths of maple sigh,
How season’s golden passions vie
Sights lovesome gazing sapphire sky
Hoisting desires of romance high.
“The silent song of the sighing breeze,”
In leafless demeanor of shuddering trees,
Whispered cries of a dismantled dream
Augmenting dissonance of broken theme,
A theme composed in the promise of yore
Avowing endearing passions evermore,
Of love eternal, enamoring core of soul,
Till its amorous glory, fate savagely stole.
Though zephyrs forlorn, still cruelly blow,
Wailing lovelorn woe of forgotten throe,
Despair is vanquished from song of sorrow,
For hymns of bliss sing of hopeful morro.
Pledges of today, foretell future of ardour,
Vying dreamscapes, musings-ecstatic adore,
Buoying tides of love to tomorrow’s shore,
Abandoning yesteryears memories abhor;
Of pensive sighs, spent-emotions decry,
Of dejection lamenting love gone awry,
Of nightmares trembling sleepless night,
Of allegories wistful, destiny’s hands write.
“The silent song of the sighing breeze,”
Now sings of love, from flowering trees,
Whispering melodies to a dulcet dream
Augmenting allure of lovesome theme.
Line #1
A group of three set out on a mountain trek
Beyond the known borders into regions strange
Climbing up steep and rocky paths
Daringly they moved forward
Engrossed by the beauty of the mountains
Flaunting their towering summits
Governed by an instinctive urge for adventure
Headed to the vast stretch of sands
In no hurry were they but in a relaxed mood.
Just a mile away stood the tall mountain peaks
Kissing the seams of the heavens
Lovesome was the evening and clear was the sky
Mild and pleasant was the climate
Never knew any fatigue
Oblivious of time speeding by
Passed across the vast stretch of sands
Quarter to a mile, the trek went haywire
Rapid was the arrival of the night
Sun had gone down in the west
Tedious was the journey in dim light
Unable to travel any further
Vanquished they felt, like defeated soldiers
Watchful they were of hindrances on the way like;
Xerophytes with thorns and humpy sand dunes
Yearning for safety, they retraced their steps,
Zooming through engulfing darkness…..
May.25.2022
Abecedarian Poetry Form Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
I hear the tea pot singing
With the amber liquid sizzling
I see spouts of vapor ejecting
With sweet aroma spreading
A cup of hot steaming tea
Revives us on every morning
As we sip it when we scan the news
We feel the early languor lifting
Nothing like a cup of well blended tea
For a tired soul to enliven his body
Its delicious taste and delicate fragrance
Make it everyone’s lovesome buddy
A heavenly drink for the torpid minds
A beverage brewed from the best of herbs
A magic potion for the feverish lips
Which in tiresome hours, everyone yearns
Tea time is the pleasant family time
How we babble and burble over a cup of tea
Drawing people closer, cementing relations
Sure, it’s a time to look forward with glee
Submitted for- A Brian Strand Standard Choice Poetry Contest
Placed First
April.22. 2022
Placed 9th
Anything You Want- New Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke
Super serene sizzling sparkle
Mesmerizingly magnetic marvel
Amiably affable ardent ami
Lovesome and luscious lumini
Enchantingly enormous enamour
Gloriously gorgeous glamour
Temptingly tantalizing terrain
Of awesome beauty with brain
As she walks the nature shakes
Lo! Even a way the space makes..!
Pulchritudinous belle or Czarina
From the Empire of Tropicana
Enlightening the world of humans
With Her savoury elixir in tons..!!
Sunflowers make a unified display;
symmetrically joined, each one by one-
gold petals dance around a center stage;
together, side-by-side in harmony.
Sunflower stems exhibit stable strength
supporting well their towering large heads;
as they, with thick, broad leaves encounter wind-
stems firmly keep them upright in the fields.
Adapting for good light, sunflowers thrive
by using their heliotropic heads;
they turn to face the sun when changing paths-
from East to West- and back to East again.
Framed by a landscape under sunny skies-
sunflower scenes are lovely works of art;
bright, sunny faces, swaying in the breeze-
creative work of nature- full and lush.
Bright, golden sunflowers- for me, mean love;
a gift presented to me through the years.
To honor special days, my family-
oft send me lovely sunflower bouquets.
May 8, 2021
Contest: Workshop: Inviting the Muse
Sponsor: Joseph Webster
Emotions/Feelings represented:
Unified, Stable, Adaptable, Artful, Lovesome
In the dawn of winter
Hastily we ran hand in hand
Bathing our hair in boreal mist
resplendent sunrays unraveling them
With soft eyes and subtle touch
lovesome pecks, you entered my heart
A beauty you were even under the sky,
Beneath frosted blues and wild stars
Twilight, but our souls ignited like fire
your lips unfolded and whispered
I love you to my ears
a promise of love you gave me
a gift too precious to ask
anchor me in your embrace
let me be a delicate flower in your arms
'cause I love you in the sky
beside me, in each other' grasp
we don't need to rush, just slowly
let me love you in slow motion
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