A Marvelous Creation
A Woman’s Body
To admire our feminine form
is to delight in one of
the most exquisite works of creation.
The Creator made us complete:
full of curves and softness,
of strength and intuition,
of tenderness and fire.
Why were we taught to hide ourselves?
To bear the weight of shame?
Is it not through these very bodies
that the world endures?
There are cultures that still know
this ancient naturalness,
where the skin is free:
light and open to the elements.
We should be taught, from the very beginning,
to marvel at ourselves just as we are;
to know every inch,
to touch, to heal, to embrace.
They tried to turn our bodies into sin.
But I long for us to be able to look
at one another, once again,
with the holy, pure eyes of a child..
Of this, her first impression
For, first reaction
Grass-laughed, joy-blown.
Aster-like smiling.
Sister to that, frisky-maned
And flutter-membraned
For sweet naturalness.
Nymph-like beguiling.
The princess inlist
In the army academy
She's very friendly with her companions
She's a young woman with a very
Beautiful smile, a hug to her
This atmosphere of camaraderie
And making good friends is good to her
It's her naturalness that captures
The hearts of the Spaniards
She's so sweet with her army friends
She gets along with her platoon
I think Spain will have a beautiful queen, kind
Intelligent, funny, with elegance and with charisma.
Simplicity
truth
and naturalness
are the three great principles
of beauty
in all works of arts.
The teal peels as it submits to gloaming,
and a round lucidity exposed abroad.
As the alien brilliance shines far away,
the maneuvered view is being cast.
'Tis dormancy that exacts dark period of tenure,
countdown from the zero hour.
Distant silhouettes grow versus fawning growth,
dipped in Luna's balm.
The etching of profiled naturalness acquiesces,
constant figurines masquerading the expanse.
Subtle contours architecturally restructured,
split seconds surrender serene scenes.
The solid realm maintained lifeless postures,
as the teeming formations made idle trims.
Mimicry traces the bestilled in passing,
perfect copies render mockeries silence.
Heights claim their surroundings,
as the tight-lipped verdant statuesque frames.
Depths summon intimate intrigue,
whilst burgeoning burrowed bedrock bound.
Exchanging brightness extremely bold,
lilt ventures its routine as the subject of Sol.
More or less defining shadows...
there's no difference that a day would make.
Figures
drawn by the sun,
golden rays
on the banks of the pioneer lagoon...
the tiresome round running
serving as a sight to the sky...
accentuated geometry in
dizzying obsession
naturalness
and artificiality
in the aged city...
Coldness freezes hearts
indifference shakes the soul
love withers without cultivation
Father
Handy, helpful
Adopting, protecting, sheltering
Savior, superhero; Naturalness, divine
Cherishing, concerning, directing
Reliable, kind
Mother
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
17/01/2023
Delightful Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
As if it is whitish blanket on the body of weather
The smoky fogs are running with the morning air
Through the muddy path of village we are walking
For the juice of date tree eagerly we are searching
Delightful scent of fresh evaporated cakes of winter
Stirring up our thirst to enjoy this with full of devour
The sweetest raw sunlight of the dawn thru chirping
The environment of the Eden Garden as if composing
Drops of the wintry dew are twinkling in the crops field
Farmers are busy in caring that as true natural shield
Frosts of grassy leaves are soaking the bare feet softly
Winter coolness awakes the naturalness in man naturally
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
12/01/2023
'12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
The naturalness will be driven away from thy heart;
All celestial innocence will be fallen down slowly;
Blood red drips of the sacrifice will make colorful
The genuineness of the earthly bed;
The eternal body of time will be withered;
Oh; it’s my 2023!
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
10/01/2023
Born with a caul, she delighted the midwife.
She is special, encased in angel protection.
A mission to help humanity is upon her heart.
She is a baby! Some argued, not recognizing spirit work.
She will be a gifted soothsayer
Her magic will be pronounced and marvelous.
A medicine woman with a naturalness toward healing.
This came to pass as prophesized by the midwife.
How did you know? Many asked her.
She had no earthly explanation.
But her ethereal soul knew.
It was a knowing without knowing how she knew.
PATTERNS
smitten with
the
irresistible
uninterrupted
shape
a
retrospective
circle
as a
means
of expression
beyond
the means
of
expression
&
profound
infuences
are
pictorial
innovations
irregular
in
defiance
&affinity
a
sharp instant
of
simplicity
not fickle
but
evolving
with
fresh eyes
into
serene
naturalness
inevitable
&
complete
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
not left to be tall
jealous of palm trees grow thorns ---
bougainvilleas
19 March 2022
RULES OF ART
so painterly
executed
considering
the innovative
&contemporary
in true naturalness
space
of
utmost import
unusually
displayed
outshone by
admiration
unsurpassed
yet
involved
as
aspects
alluding
to
handling of light
sensations viewed
in discovered
differences
admirably
singled out
then
amplified
though
connections
relaxed in
numerous
hypothesis
where
motivations emerge
as notions
surviving
in conceivable phases
&
attributes
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
She is earthly like her garden
Her roots are deep within our planet’s bowels
We are no longer amazed by her green thumbs
They suit her, and she suits them
She carries a scent of fresh roses,
butterflies and dragonflies gravitate toward her
an ethereal entity, she can dig soil out of clay
her plants thrive and glisten as they hear her
She has a naturalness that enhances the meadow
The oaks and elms hear her song, and anticipate her next move
She is organic, delightfully earthy, upbeat and sunny.
We are all in awe of Wiccan woman.
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