mother said that I was her angel
she surrounded me always with her love and warmth
and since her death I have been empty
there are days when I am angry
with my mother I could share each secret
every nightmare dreamt
she would help me solve a problem
and send away each monster
now, my heart has been pierced
and on my soul are forever bleeding wounds
there are days my misery comes to engulf
oh, what I would do for one more glimpse
of all things mother said not a single one was false
her wise words to me were the best amongst
all others ... she had a wisdom and depth
and now, that I have lost mother ... I have nothing
Categories:
send away, mother,
Form: Verse
People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years
Knowledge,experience and utensils
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich
With a small gallery
We also fall into this category
But recently we send away all the litters
To the recycling centres and welfare centres
Helping others
Few men are poor
But unluckily riches on earth are
corrupted
By devils
Categories:
send away, evil, memorial, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
When I was kidnapped by demon king Ravan,
Not just me but Ram too was equally broken!
He searched for me day and night,
Took help of everyone in the forest and geared up to fight,
Against the demon who has stolen his dear wife,
with all his might!
Good prevailed over the evil and my Ram brought me back after a wait of so many torturous years!
We became King and Queen of our kingdom Ayodhya!
But our subjects doubted my dignity,
And blamed Ram for loving, trusting and standing by me!
So to keep our love untained, I had to leave him and go to the forest alone again!
Modern people often question the love of Ram for me,
Alleging that he enjoyed a luxurious life giving his pregnant wife an exile!
While only I know it was more difficult for him than me,
To send away a piece of his heart, his soul only to satisfy the doubts of cruel public!
We both suffered pain of separation for years,
And when finally our kids united us,
I decided not to be the queen of the selfish subjects,
So I chose to go back in the lap of mother Earth!
Being Sita is not easy but remember being Ram is also equally difficult!!
-Sudipta
Categories:
send away, anger, mythology,
Form: ABC
Life offers more than hope
when one has no choice but to hold onto a rope
and wait for the delights to unfold;
will they be thrilling or a little surprising?
Many embrace vanity and are quickly sold
to the pleasures that leave emptiness after loving!
Being loved thrills me,
seeing serene skies is happiness,
waiting for rain is sadness;
I greet joy with open arms,
I send away rainy days shedding no tears;
being loved thrills me,
and such a gladness takes me farther
that I ever could: touching the brightest clouds,
letting the bold eagles teach me how to roar!
Life offers more than delight,
days not lived are lost joys never greeted
by angry hearts who are extremely sad;
and they will envy people with a cheerful attitude
who love life and have discovered a powerful secret:
they are ready to fly to a higher altitude!
Being loved thrills me
when the bond gets stronger
with a trust that's equal to truth;
being loved thrills me...
I like to share an unusual point of view
that I carried inside since youth:
" Don't sing the same tune, sing something new! "
Categories:
send away, appreciation, character, emotions, happiness,
Form: Lyric
Blessed all are of in built kind
To share to all they don’t mind
It’s to send away to all destinations
It’s not to end where it’s originations
Categories:
send away, blessing, character, emotions,
Form: Free verse
December is approaching with gelid gusts,
soon the candid snow will spread its white blanket
and dominate the lifeless and desolate land;
nevertheless, those pallid swifts with wide wings
search for warmer places livelier and more pleasant.
Gianni and Lucy follow their flight and look sad,
no birds flying around while they build with fast hands
a fat snowman with a tomato nose and cherry eyes;
it's not what they had in mind, or saw in Winterland!
" We need a wool cap to cover his head and he'll stay warm,
if ravens come by, they'll eat the cherry and tomato and deform
his face not hearing his sobs and his tears turning to ice;
what an unhappy snowman Jerry would be without eyes and nose...
oh, if only glue could hold them in place, we would get some!"
And through the entire afternoon, they watched their snowman
ready to send away any intruders with a huge rolling pin.
Those pallid swifts with wide wings have left the hushful Whitestone*,
and proud of their work, the creators of the chubby snowman
smile and clap their hands when more snow comes down;
their dream is realized, mom rewards them with an ice cream cone!
* Whitestone, Queens, NY
Categories:
send away, bird, children, creation, december,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, today I died a little inside again,
I fell into a dark deep pit of darkness;
laying beaten and broken inside of me.
Do I have the power to fly up the steep tower?
Will I be able to soar before decay reaches my core?
Oh, today I died a little inside again,
and I am feeling so full of lost despair;
I keep pushing the sad memories away, away.
But, they come back to wash over me and attack,
I left the door open a crack and in came the black;
Wish I could put all my sad in a sack and never unpack.
Oh, today I died a little inside again,
and I have broken pieces that make up me;
yet, somehow I feel a new hope and strength.
My spirit says stop crying for you are no dying,
never give up trying and sorrow send away flying
the future I am eyeing and all tears I will be denying
so with one last sighing I move forward with all my being.
_______________________________
February 8, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/My Broken Places
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1113-072-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, I Died A Little Inside
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Categories:
send away, courage,
Form: Rhyme
She was here
And then she wasn't
But it wasn't until she left
That it hit
The emptiness
Filling
Consuming
Everything
With her absence
But it would be selfish
To whisk her back here
To send away our sadness
Categories:
send away, absence, cancer, family, grandmother,
Form: Free verse
Thanksgiving came, Thanksgiving went.
Leftovers are put away. Leftovers are send away.
Decorations are put away. Now it just a regular day.
December now arriving. Decorations is uprising.
Christmas trees fills with decorations.
Christmas gifts need to be brought.
To bring smile on children faces
Charities get together. Volunteers do the Best they can
So every person don't feel left out and forgotten.
Church open they doors for Christmas prayers.
Welcoming all race and all ages.
We say our prayers. And pray for others. And go home to spend time with the family we love.
For this is Christmas, that's what is done.
Categories:
send away, christmas, holiday,
Form: Free verse
Jim, now rich, bought a wee li’l islet;
there he lived, with ten men and a starlet.
Changed his partner each day,
heaved and huffed till they say,
the islet is now, the town named Scarlet.
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The story's not over, he's not decadent.
Send away the men, he just simply can’t;
they built the town housing,
the roads and some building
for starlet Scarlet, whom the islet was meant.
21 April 2015
Humorous Poetry Contest - 4th Place
Sponsor : Thomas Martin
Categories:
send away, adventure, allusion, humorous,
Form: Limerick
God is supreme wisdom
He teaches us real love
He is all's within
though stays above
He is the Holy treasure
opening His all doors
reminds us to do good things
so nice sense He pours
Just needs surrendering
He is the supreme master
He knows how to send away
all kinds of disaster
Categories:
send away, god,
Form: Rhyme
a flame in dark room
may not be enough to light
to send away dark
dark becomes more dark
as soon as it dies there in
in it no dark sure
Categories:
send away, dark, life, light, philosophy,
Form: Senryu
There is a cure for a soul that is lost
It works for sure and at no extra cost
But you can’t earn it or reach it on your own
Yet you’ll end up returning it with all the seeds you’ve sown
There’s nothing to send away for or numbers to call
All you need do is pray for this is open to all
People may call it many different things but Heavens a very special place
And no one can get their wings without first accepting Gods Grace
He is so near He is practically by your side
He holds You so dear but you never really tried
This day could be different something you never felt before
For all the Lord has sent and for you what He has in store
So as He taught using the prodigal son
Like you have wrought with all that you’ve done
He was always right there you need only to reach out
For nothing will ever seem fair as long as you’re soul is in doubt
Call His Name and ask for His Grace
You won’t think the same when you look at His face
But you must reach out and extend your hand
Then He will end your doubt helping you to understand
Categories:
send away, faith, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
Rush forward to greet the shore-bound partner
Send away to hide in the sea
Come back, come back to the sunny altar
Away from the darkness and smothering algae.
Sucked in where underwater, a world moves along
Through death and life and blackness too
Down deep, where there lives a fatal throng.
That simmers in the profound blue.
Categories:
send away, beach, beauty, nature,
Form: ABC
Treat you and cure you WUJANTO….
Treat by partly exposed for preventions. Treat our china tyrants acute durations by plots will need the help of his wife. First in views is he do not hope to kill his own wife.
All at once is to put away WUJANTO guns and send away all his pawns. Then by ways WUJANTO is criticize as bad as he likely had in normal.
Thus give WUJANTO a chance to miff without killing.
Final step give back WUJANTO his guns and follower men.
All a sudden and then WUJANTO wife should dare and brave to point at WUJANTO as bad as he had been. He is a tyrant and he is murder.. Doing this we hope we could cure the madness of WUJANTO. If it could not be gone we then try the other ways. WUJANTO brains may open and cut with CINGULOTOMY. WUJANTO as highest chief in china around year 2000 to 2012 and nothing yet to down should need a cure for killing madness. --------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
Categories:
send away, dark, hope, , cute,
Form: ABC
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