A delicate dance, a subtle sway,
Expectations woven, in a societal way.
A woman waits, with passive gaze,
For a man to lead, with financial ways.
He pays the bill, the ring, the wedding fee,
The provider role, a lifelong decree.
She expects support, for herself and her kin,
A one-way street, where love may give in.
But some women defy, these norms so grand,
Contributing equally, hand in hand.
A true test of love, a gesture so fine,
When she invests, with a loving design.
Yet, in the courts, a different tale unfolds,
Assets divided, with a legal hold.
A woman shaped, by societal might,
To contribute little, in the dark of night.
A partner, not a burden, we must seek,
Emotionally and financially, a bond unique.
Let's break the mold, and redefine love's role,
A mutual journey, with a balanced soul.
Month May summons spring, May flowers bring May showers, May laughs in flowers.
It's a ghost she screamed
Then she fainted
But no darling
It was the spirit she drank
She's so high
Hennessy to be precise
Her vision was blurry.
Now she's unconscious
Right in my bedroom
She drank to stupor
The DJ overwhelmed her
I have no clue, what to do
I've poured her water
But she wants a kiss
She said; my kisses is the water of life.
I hope she wake up
Don't wanna lose her
I keep saying to myself
Silently while I wait
Then I heard a whisper
Kiss me once more
Your kiss is so soothing and liberating
I never knew she was pretending
Just to get a hold of me.
The foxes in my garden
Arrive at night to play
They had their fill of chicken
And so decide to stay
I crouch down on my haunches
And look into her eyes
The little one so trusting
She’s like her mother wise
I see how she has taught them
To fend well for themselves
But only Little Roxy
Has me so overwhelmed
She comes to me at midnight
For honey in a bowl
As I crouch down and watch her
I know my heart she stole.
The other three just run around
They eat and scatter fast
But Roxy and her mother
Make this encounter last
How fresh the shower a man takes at dawn
Daylight already so hot and intense
But switching to ‘Cool’ shall stifle a yawn
And shampoo lasts ages… on hair not dense
A towel that is dry so patiently waits
For wet human flesh which aims to be dry
Perchance the human has meetings or dates
Neither is true for that human is I
Show me a towel that can dry a wet man
When hot outdoor air sucks no vapour out
But how shall I dry: I doubt that I can
“Darling, please bring me one more towel,” I shout
Although clammy still, aftershave won’t hurt
Famous last words as I stick to my shirt
Magical
Loving
Veil.
(3-2-1 syllables).
In other worlds, we bathed in glass
instead of water.
Thousands of small grains cascade
as I stand bare in the shower, eroding.
Our ancestors never found cool, aqueous respite,
only beams that scorched the vast, barren sea of gold they wandered.
Their mouths, always parched,
never welcoming foreign waterborne contaminants.
Still, they were contaminated all the same
by those that burrowed into the flesh.
In any account of humanity,
we are flesh.
To be wrung,
to be infected,
by what cleanses and sustains.
And yet, we bathe
in dust or dew.
We consume.
We reach still for what purifies,
even if it wounds.
Café tables on terrasse drenched in rain ~
everyone’s indoor as if on hold
waiting impatiently for the sun to come out.
April showers bring may flowers
but we aren't happy to pay the price ~
meanwhile the rain stubbornly won't let up.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Weep Africa, weep on.
The battle with death is one we dare not to fight,
For the call from the great beyond is outside the scope of our existence.
Just as our known hero Ngugi Wa Thiong'o has fallen,
Like countless unknown heroes forgotten to time,
We shall all follow this path of no return one by one.
Fight Africa, fight on.
The foot prints left on the Sands of Time by Ngugi Wa Thiong'o are known to many.
As we follow his foot prints,
We are alive to the fact that there are other foot prints,
Though known to few,
That we must follow.
Like A Shower Of Rain
Dr Ranjit Dutta
While he inject me
A painful sting of sorrow
A reminder of memories that cling,
With every word,a wound revives,
Literally I cried without restraint,
As emotions overflowed in every way
A heart was heavy with sorrow
And the soul was swelling in pain
And tears fell like rain.
A reflection of pain
In his eyes too,
A shared shadow,
A bond that remains.
She injects again in my veins
A heavy dose of sorrow,
A weight that presses
A heart that she knows.
The memories linger,
A bitter taste,
A relationship shattered,
A heart in waste,
Your betrayal was a lesson
Learned too late,
A scar that remains,
A heart that waits
Tears fell like rain.
The bride ran from the unconsummated ceremony weeping.
The best man had handed her a note; the groom was not coming.
He couldn’t have told her before the guests arrived?
Before she put on her gown and veil?
Before her daddy walked her down the aisle?
A track star, she was faster than anyone else.
She ran until she could run no further.
Her faerie godmother followed her.
What can I do? What can I do?
Transmogrify me, the bride said.
Turn me into something else.
I can never face them again.
The faerie godmother waved her wand.
A gorgeous tree developed out of the bride’s essence.
The faerie godmother waited for further instructions
But a tree cannot talk.
a torrential rain drenched us today
much needed some would say
now, after the chaos, settles the calm
while the sun casts its golden glow
on one and all like a warm coat of honey
and we recall how darn lucky we are
to be alive as we eagerly await
oncoming summer indulgences
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat,
Lest haste consume your soul's retreat.
Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time,
For pleasing all is a futile rhyme.
In seeking validation, you may lose your way,
And those you please will mock you on your final day.
Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress,
For pleasing others can lead to financial distress.
You can't please all, not even those you love,
Do little things that bring joy from above.
Take care of yourself, find happiness true,
For in your joy, others will find joy anew.
Beware of three: the young, the old, the weak,
For lies can bind you, and freedom you may seek.
Heed this advice, a treasure rare and true,
Worth more than gold, and wisdom shining through.
The day the hour,
The meat the shower,
Show no oscillating octopus to an octagonal obelisk and eat a Greek tortilla upside down in a second. It is wiser to tread lightly in a miller’s abode. Round and round the turrets go those turtles so mind your footing for shells can be slippery really.
When shopping for an Aberdeen Angus bull it is wise to carry an umbrella as showers can occur from any lengths of tail thus rendering talismans useless and a fruit fly would remark that a plate of steamed rice is simply not that exciting really so now after all that information you can leapfrog over the dandelions wearing a cotton pair of anglers waders and a fish hat with or without fins.
X anthropomorphic creatures X
The beauty of the rain when those crystal drops fall on us, is what this poem is all about.
The droplets fall on me now,
As pure as a plain crystal- Even I do not know how,
They fall on my body,
I wish I was called worthy of it-By somebody.
I feel glad and blessed,
When those crystals on my body-Gets pressed,
I feel relived and chaste,
Forgetting my gender, religion and caste.
They fall on me one after the other,
And are waiting to fall on me,
When they clash across each other,
I could feel from this worldly stress- Fully Free!
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