She could do an axel and spin
go higher and do it again
when she heard the crack
she never looked back
as she passed the sign that read THIN
12/29/2020
Winter Snow or Ice Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin - sponsor
Categories:
pir, irony, winter,
Form: Limerick
When I Didn't Know Pirs Don't Marry Others
O love! How was it before!
When we were free…
That Nature's our yard;
And played whole days, the amusing love-games.
When something like ‘society’ we didn’t know;
When our families had no role.
When I didn’t know your religious father’s as adamant
And your charming brother as antagonistic.
When I didn’t know, I must make money—somehow
And earn you.
When I didn’t know, ‘pirs don’t marry others!’
When I presented you on paper-pieces Sweet fragments, and you Acknowledged with slipping smiles, and chic chuckles, Or loud laughs
And called it exaggeration.
When we thought it as easy
And fought on phone, on naming our children,
I preffered a flimsy female child
And you wanted tough boys.
(Pir is a clergyman in kashmiri) and they restrain from marrying Muslims of other castes.
Categories:
pir, allegory,
Form: Free verse
On Her Locket
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O altering love! My love,
Let you remove the locket
Your pir-father has given you to wear
Around oh! Your delicate neck.
I’m sure you’ll find this life lovely again,
This earth—heavenly.
Those slipping smiles and that loud laughter,
Shall return.
That scolding and sulking,
That tickling, irritating and false-fighting,
All that fun, will surely return.
We’ll fly again together to that platonic world
And rule there…
As queen and king.
Or don’t tell me to interpret your dream,
“You were whole night
As amid dark dotted snakes
In a deep dark ditch
And loud laughed over by
The nasty monsters surrounding.”
Categories:
pir, romantic,
Form: Free verse
O love! How was it before!
When we were free…
That Nature’s our yard;
And played whole days, the lovely love games.
When something like ‘society’ we didn’t know;
When our families had no role.
When I didn’t know, your religious father’s as rigid
And your charming brother as proud.
When I didn’t know, I must make money—somehow
And earn you.
When I didn’t know, ‘pirs don’t marry others!’
When I presented you on paper-pieces
Sweet fragments, and you
Acknowledged with slipping smiles, and chic chuckles,
Or loud laughs
And called it exaggeration.
When we thought it as easy,
And fought on phone, on naming our children,
I proffered a flimsy female child
And you wanted tough boys.
(Pir is a clergyman in kashmiri) and they restrain from marrying Muslims of other castes.
Categories:
pir, satire,
Form: Free verse
I am sitting over the mount’s top
On the highest rock
Watching the city’s scene;
As the bucks in countries
In summers do,
Rise to the highest point and stare down the dale,
Seeing in the side
Their beloveds live.
Oh come on! And I will show
How pigeons flutter round the tall domes of shrines;
Swans swim in the calm lake;
Kites diving in open sky;
Lovers gossip in grassy gardens
Under short shady trees;
People walking as toys, in the busy streets;
And wide walls of ancient king’s palace have half–fallen.
O Pir’s daughter
My love! My love! My love!
What are you uselessly so scared and coy?
Honey! We are not any American gays!
Lesbians, homos or bloody bi’s.
I am also a religious guy
A God-fearing father’s son,
Though, you are an overly pure woman!
And remember, we had fallen in love—
God willingly.
Pir is like a clergyman, a Father in kashmiri
Categories:
pir, romantic,
Form: Free verse
When folly leads; to wisdom…
By the way of endless dreams
'Pon a backdrop psycadellic where,
There's nothing all it seems’
I have struggled with good reason
made forays to shore-less isles
Lived a lifetime in the instant
Rode the shine of unforced smiles
Finding ever more to disconcert me
Through crowds of motley folk
Senses were overshadowed
Seams burst at senseless jokes
So on without an Inkling,
To a place I can't discern
Where tomorrow or forever
All I know is..' more I'll learn..
© Joe Maverick 23-9-2013
Categories:
inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
As though someone has thrown away a dark net
and the town has become a trout in the net;
as though no morning has ever approached here,
the town has submerged in overflowing darkness.
The town is, as it were, the island of a fairy tale.
I wonder who are, like the giants, snatching away
the tip on the forehead of a teen girl,
then devour the bone-marrow in rapture.
I wonder who finally by tearing up the civilization
are eating up its bones and flesh.
Didn't ever a single pir* or saint come
in this darkness here?
If so, you, the poet, take up the charge
and play the guitar of light in the darkness.
* a Muslim religious leader
Categories:
pir, society,
Form: Sonnet