Part II
What would have happened to million’s fate,
If Subedar Ramji had failed, thee to set.
In 1891’s simmering heat of April
Born true nationalist Phule’s pupil.
Being motherless boy, thee set sails,
Thee had to bear brunt of devilish veils.
Under the curse of being an outcaste,
Hiding behind were satanic verses vast.
Fighting stiffly with ethnic bigotry,
Thee maintained disciplined gallantry.
Thee was not allowed a sip to drink life source,
from glossy vessels tainted by ritualistic force.
Passing exams with flying colours,
Thee received scholarship armours.
Baroda Maharaja fuelled thy intellectual leap,
Thus, begun stripping naked waists cheap.
Categories:
maharaja, 7th grade, appreciation, community,
Form: Ode
compound word verse
There is a worthy cause you see
could start a trend which needs to be
spearheaded.
Deal with arrogance, grand pooh-bah,
don’t act like some maharaja,
bigheaded.
Be stubborn and members you’ll lose.
Teamwork succeeds under one who’s
clearheaded.
What to do with folks who complain,
a leader in angst must remain
coolheaded.
Share the wealth and share applauses
lest you find your worthy cause is
deadheaded.
May 2, 2020
contest: Compounding the Verse
sponsor: Joseph May
I used Rhyme Zone and How Many Syllables?
The latter lists both "coolheaded" and "deadheaded" as 4 syllable words. I count them both as having 3 syllables. Have contacted them about these two mistakes and await a reply.??
Have found all of my compound words online at Farlex Free Dictionary.
Categories:
maharaja, 11th grade, leadership,
Form: Verse
MY TOWN AMRAVATI
Your nickname Ambanagari indicates,
a message to me of a bride,
that has a long history in my heart.
Your garment of cotton belts,
throw snowballs charming.
You bless us with three exclusive weathers.
The historical past gives you a royal shade.
Oh! The ice candy of Rajkamal square satisfies my gourmet,
Remarkable is the statue of Maharaja who rides in honour,
Your inmates, the bicycle,rickshaw,autorickshaw,
Give you a specific town look,
The little girl now a lady still cherishes ,
the memories in the woods,
You have the nuances of both village and mini city,
My Amravati,you make me proud.
Contest:My kind of town.
Sponsor:Janis Thompson.
5/11/201
Categories:
maharaja, appreciation, emotions, environment,
Form: Free verse
Bandito, the Mexican cat,
Was counting pesos where he sat,
A sneaky cat, you never knew
Exactly what he was going to do.
Stealthily working in the night,
Stealing jewels kept out of sight,
A nimble safe cracker of renown,
Robbing mansions all over town.
A black cat only rarely seen,
People only knowing where he'd been,
Rich townsfolk lived in dreaded fear
Of the whiskered feline coming near.
Bandito, the dangerous Mexican cat,
Not the kind you'd want to pat,
But that won't happen cause you won't see
As he goes about, his crime spree.
A royal maharaja visiting old Mexico
Saw his rubies disappear so,
Not a track, just merely a trace,
Of a few cat hairs out of place.
So many good citizens were upset,
Police finally hatched a trap to be set,
Eventually this feline of criminal ilk,
Was brought down by, a large bowl of milk.
Categories:
maharaja, cat, children, funny,
Form: Rhyme
I have been here, the touch of the rose petals under my feet...The drink of lotus wine, adorned in white lien and gold... Behind the veils , in the temples of Abydos ... The scenes replay.... Flicking like wish candles in the whirling winds.. Scents of Myrrh ascend, as the priestess chants, spells of love... Amazons rides the waves of sand....
I have been here, welding the sword on the battlefield of Mongols ... Under the thunderous hooves horses, salty blood flowed, in glory and valor of, Genghis Khan..
I have been here, crystalline Kama Sutra, frozen in time.. The of dance of creation.. The Tantric courtesan spreads her sensuous legs, in service to the Ruby Maharaja....
I have been here, young crippled boy, holding the banner of atonement.. As he limps in procession of saffron cloaked Buddhist monks...
I have been here, full circle.. Cleansing the lives ,the field ,the heart, in the truest core of being.. The Web ebbs and flows... Earth Bound again, the cycle of life continues...
Categories:
maharaja, adventure, beautiful, deep, earth,
Form: Free verse
Warm sun glided across the dewy sky
Guns ready the Maharaja astride his horse
The green forest spread his vast arms
Beckoning hunters from far and wide
The prize, a tiger in his prime
Nerves tingling the men ventured forth
Deep within the heart stood the waterhole
Silence broken by an occasional monkey call
The tiger watched their progress with interest
The jittery deer ran around the glade
Yellow eyes followed the Maharaja
Sambhar alerted the hunters of his mighty presence
Guns ready the men advanced
The tiger glided amid the bamboo
Shots ranged all over the jungle
The yellow eyes looked into the brown
The maharaja silently turned away
The tiger lived to see another day
Categories:
maharaja, animalsmen, tiger,
Form: Free verse