Short Coaxes Poems

mellifluous chimes
soft tintinnabulation
coaxes from slumber...

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The cuckoo coaxes
springtime isn't in cock-a-hoop
Earth in timing loop



© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/08/21...

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quietude of the day
coaxes poetry out of me
nouns and adjectives
verbs and adverbs
a few prepositions
I watch, amazed...

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sage scent of dogwood
glorifying my heart strings
nurturing spring time

Written 3-1-2019
Contest: Spring Haiku Poetry
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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summer breeze coaxes
    gentle waves of lapping seas -
          to tickle my toes



26/10/18


'haiku/senryu contest' October challenge : sponsored by Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings...

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Lilac bush came to life today
It’s nowhere near the month of May
Delicate buds a passion play
Perfect purple on this fair 

Succulent fragrance from the fey
Wafting from this merry nosegay
April dance a pretty sashay
Coaxing summer along the way...

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Lusciously liquid
your gaze lights on me, 
warming my skin where
eyes longingly trace
contours of a smile.

Tantalizing
your scent coaxes 
me to draw in
essence of you.

Your smile pulls
On my heart-
Connections.

Your words 
Make me

Crave....

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playful orange and brown autumn leaves
singing and dazzling in your fall melody
honoring October in an enormous tribute
raining yourself onto a calendar 
that coaxes cooler and more sedate November
exuberant joy as my granddaughter 
discovers your love for the first time...

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"(H)onesty-(O)vert... (W)illing; 
coaxes-deeper-the-root,

higher-the tree... !"



Author notes


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_YJhmGKTxk&feature=related...

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she wears feathers better than a peacock
More of them than a revered Apache chief
Feeling their strength, understanding they have flown
Their ancestry coaxes her to shine her light

She parades their beauty down the catwalk
Showing them off, as they show her off.
Other models gawk, appreciating her designs
Where everything is moving and fluttering...

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He whispers at winds whistling shrill,
coaxes, begs them to lift higher still

above the clouds that fragile friend,
a jewel floating at the end

of his sky-string, swimming it seems,
across drowsy ripples of his dreams;

it shimmers, fades into thinnest air,
melts away out of sight, but still there,

and, for these earth-bound, bleary eyes,
the kite, a key to door-less skies !...

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Autumn leaves drift slowly
Interacting with breeze
That caresses and coaxes down
To land upon soft knees

Where they decompose so
Early spring plants can grow
Up and greet baby deer and birds
Gives life, happiness though



(This is a form of Poulter's measure.  It is 6,6,8,6 with second and fourth rhyming. When you 
add the first two lines equal 12 and the last two lines added equal 14.)...

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Nothing seems as ugly as the life itself
running through the denizens of meager coves

This life is dull, futile and colorless
withered and delusive to the time it ends

And they say this life is easy

Coaxes and hoaxes; this life of yours

Life seems to have given you a sense of urgency
and you say this life is easy

Nothing is more melodramatic than this
nothing, almost nothing

But still we live to say life isn't easy, is it?...

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Belligerent bulldog blows up balloons, bulbous and blue.
Frantic frenzied flamingo flips for a flute and a flu.
Persnickety porcupine prances perilous with pooh,
Concerned calico cat coaxes a cardinal’s carnival coo.
Daredevil dolphin diligently designs dalmatian dog’s hairdo.
Serendipitous skunk sashays toward sticky sweet stew.
Lavishly laborious lion lunges into little linguistic loo.
Youngish yak yells and yips at yellow bellied you....

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canopies flutter, 
bamboo grove sways,
fronds of coconut palms wave,
sunlight falls obliquely upon me
on the trail that winds and tapers
through a dense undergrowth, 
to a clearing yonder, I seek
my gurgling, gleeful creek!


easterly breeze sings, 
coaxes the leaves overhead 
to hum like a strange strumming
of a dozen bass guitars;
a tiny blur darts upward
and whirls behind a branch,
there it blinks down at me
--that green lizard I see!...

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City life is blinding me,
Loud and clamoring it demands
Coaxes me out of my hands
Makes it so i cant see.

Theres too many trees,
All swaying with their own melodies
Some mirror my pleas
Others crack until i cease

To use their glass as mirrors
Used to view my own innards
Their furniture is arranged differently
Something i could never be.

Solitude is blinding me,
Its broken and rusted though
The walls of a house I once grew
A lone hut next to a tree....

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Over trite words, wind resounds song of stars
to soothe ‘neath a diamond-encrusted sky.
When dawn’s pastel sun shines down from afar,
We’ll remember our twinkling lullaby. 
Eve’s cradle song transcends sun’s birthing cries.

A newborn horizon filters fresh light. 
Morn breaks too soon, solar display’s contrite.
As sun of broad blues coaxes us out, lest
we retreat in night; our souls to recite
wondrous chorus of glory through darkness....

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Against the sullen clouds gleams the stardust
Enduring the fierce wind sways a lean tree robust
Ambushing underneath, a tiny seed lurks
Piercing the tough earth, she silently smirks
In the mid of thorny shrubs, a bird builds nest
Emerged from the eggs are bulbuls with crest
Plummeting from the mountains, the falls flow
Across the villages and towns make farming grow
Endurance & persistence, the successful life's syntax
And gain after pain the lesson that nature coaxes...

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THE FORTUNE SEEKER 


The parrot peeps through the tiny window

The fortune teller coaxes it to take a bow

Expecting keenly the parrot from the cage

to come out and gently pick a page

to tell his future; the young man wants to know



Looking at the ceiling, he recalls his past

Confined to bed, the old man looks lost

His near and dear ones desert him

like passing clouds; pastures not green as it seem

With blessings for all, he waits to breathe his last



........... Suresh M Iyer...

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I used to make up excuses
I would have a funeral, a wedding, a cruise, something
Whenever I did not want to do something

I would get coaxed and cajoled, and sometimes would give in
Despising my inability to say no to these interlopers
Wishing I was brave enough to tell them the truth

I have either gotten senile or wiser with my new age
Not sure which
But now I have one answer
And it works
And no one coaxes me or cajoles me

I say “I don’t want to”
It is the perfect reply...

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