Short Bangles Poems

sparkles and bangles
delighting those brave enough
i am one of course...

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My ears follow your bangles' symphony,
with closed eyes I see our sky,
rapture in horizon.



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lost bangles
scatter in gold circles
under the marital bed
twisted sheets
crossed by afternoon sunlight
at our feet
quick breaths
recovery
rapture...

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Bengali women squatting
                                    Pitchers, bangles,gossips
                                            The river Barak indifferent...

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waking me up
from my midnight dream--
glass bangles





kashinath karmakar (kash poet)




http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/2014-december-14...

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Music
from her bangles,
sleepless night now waiting,
another moonlight sonata,
goodnight.




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By:kashinath karmakar

NOT FOR CONTEST...

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No Longer Being

After No Longer Being in the woods,
Brought out bows, bangles and goods;
After picture drew,
Then we knew,
Our solution through all time withstood.

Jim Horn...

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The night in the wine the hands pouring 
The dawn on the hibiscus on the hair-bun 
Afternoon at the walnut shadows ever growing 
Evening with the sounds of bangles, no gun

October 9, 2023...

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Baubles and bangles
  doo-dads and what-nots
Trinkets and knick-knacks
  don't stir my pot...

Excitement, adventure
  discovery, peril
Launch me over Niagara Falls
  pulling levers in a barrel...

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Her satin pants and bra kept slipping
she was forever at them  hauling 
her knicks around her ankles
her face as red as bangles
as at them she kept on tugging 


written 04/26/2015

Contest: Limerick sponsor Jan...

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charm(ed) bracelets 
and bangles
and books on 
strange science
in fogs
of whatever
all sold 
by the locks

as sellers 
in cellars
with culture 
on counters
sell lifestyles 
as street food
and vinyl
as clocks....

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You Quiz-puzzlers out there,
I hope you take care,
And don't sucumb to high blood pressure,
Please don't implode like the good sub, U.S.S. Thresher,
So take it in stride,
With the answers I do hide,
And you'll wake up all that much fresher...

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Foreplay
melodic love
her bangles' symphony
sleepless night's moonlight sonata
prelude


© 2011 kashinath karmakar
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Placement:3rd; (September 2011)

By:kashinath karmakar

Contest:Melody of Cinquain

Sponsor:Nette Onclaud...

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I wanna give you my bangles of rhyme
Will you go with me on the path of time

I wanna keep you in my heart
Even if we are worlds apart

I wanna see your smile always
I know your heart is my best place

I wanna love you more and more
Baby you can cure my heart’s sore...

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Those moon-lit nights,
those fragrant winds,
those dense trees behind the mountain,

those ruthless gazes
that tore through my heart
and took me apart,

those glitters of your bangles,
those plundering fingers,
those sighs that sat upon your lips
..........it` s all coming back to me!...

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HER

Shiny nose ring glistened on her smooth face
Row of rings sparkled on her delicate fingers
Pearl necklace garlanded her silky neck

Silver anklets slept on her silent legs
Square bangles hugged her dead wrists
Flowered wreath lay next to her decorated corpse

Free soul soared in freedom to utopia!...

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Underworld gangs are brothels.
Gangsters working in there are sex workers.
Politicians are the clients(Buyers)of these sex workers.
DON is the(NAIKA)of these sex workers.
Police works as a Pimp and law enforcement agencies 
are the spectators and have worn bangles,
ghangri chola,bra,and have become transgender...
Note.My wife is a hooker.....

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You know, I want, I want, I want...
Hurry up! Let's go for shopping...

I just want two bangles of rainbow 
and a simple anklet of lightning
Small earrings of glowing snow 
and a necklace of rain dropping

I won't spend much money...
So no need me of stopping...
And tuck you in my hair bun,
will not it be so frightening...



02 October 2018
03.36am...

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Saffron  robes, long hair
A shoulder bag and a pouch
Of dirty dust which
He calls sacred is all that
Into this cheat’s making goes

A woman lonely
And worried is his sure prey
Gold bangles of hers
Are  his,  as she falls to  his 
Talk of foolproof  remedies.

S.Jagathsimhan  Nair
July 23rd 2011
Contest: Bag of tricks
Sponser: Linda- Mary ,The sweetheart of P.S....

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Born in a leaky roof
Chains normatively bangles
Where bales’ pay tribute
Their fate decided by others

Those who think themselves gods
Like dogs they penetrated
Only to recoil like serpents
Swallowing the hunters game

He violated their rule
And spoke against their doctrines
He slept but they were gone
Buried he was in our minds

To die a man
Is to forever live...

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Black beads hung around her neck.
Begonias fill her hair.
Golden bangles on each wrist.
Crimson lips and eyes that stare.

A feather gliding forward
Like a swallow on still air
Void of  every passion
A heart filled with life’s despair

Sweet dreams dead from sorrow,
No worldly joy to share.
She drifts in solemn solitude
For the love that is not there.

written   ©2018.11.12...

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I sift lines
Retrace old footsteps
I sip wine
Retouch old mind maps


I scan plots
Refine odd angles
I cast lots
Remind odd bangles


I seek drafts
Retrace fond trips
I feed craft
Rescind dim grip


I stitch reach
Retrieve old pitch
I beach niche
Relaunch prompt itch


I pry poise
Restore odd oomph
I try noise
Reward odd blooms




Leon Enriquez
03 May 2017
Singapore...

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My Dad, a little honest like a Priest

Taught me how to live and feast

With bangles of gold and diamond to your wrist

After a bloated tummy chant petitions due east

Son, nothing your path spare like a beast

'Cos amongst earth you're spared not to be the least

Told me life's but an illusion of morns mist

Gentle and rough 'pends on the angle you twist

I hail this sage who but on papers make no list....

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in those raging flames of your eyes
that i find the calmness of dewdrops,

in those burning arms
that turn my craziness
into obsession,

in those sizzling whispers and gasps
that have plundered my heart,

in those chimes of your ankles
and the glimmer of your bangles
that do not let me sleep,

in the deep blue darkness
that i only get to see your face,

i want to hide
be hid in  a world so wide....

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Though I know not, how it is there
I can tell, what it is
Though I know not, why it is there
I can tell, what it is like

It, is Monday
Always first in weekdays
Usually last in favour
Manic is the bangles watchword

Born into the unknown routine
We sit and watch coffee stew
A day of beginning or
Merely repeating cycle?

How did this come to pass?
Why does it linger still?

In the bleak light of dawn
Cold coffee dregs hold no answers...

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