walk by the burial ground
ubiquitous queues of lichen
awninged tombstones string out
engraving summarizes
bold subheading
who was adored by whom
I slide the dainty floret stipends
turn into gleams
scattered embers
riding the withdrawn wind
Written: September 27, 2022
Categories:
stipends, celebration, grave,
Form: Free verse
Extra pay just to do one littler thing?
It put a skip in my step that mind-blowing spring.
Stipends! Stipends! Stipends! I began to chant.
I told the principal, “Water your own fern plant.”
It got so I would not stay one second late without pay.
So, the city school really did ruin me in a big way.
Stipend is a word I wish I had never learned actually.
I was a much nicer educator, and more willing when I did things free.
Categories:
stipends, teacher,
Form: Free verse
Wealth sings in my domain, you conjure the Arab kings of old
your brag of a fat account in a bank with my portrait
is laughed by the mouse stealing from my wasted hay
nature’s balance fights me just for you to have stipends
you try to run the way I do, I’ve left you b’cos I now fly
you display your newly acquired peacock, in my backyard is a muster
a new Mall you have, your speakers taunt towards my direction
my store is permanently dark from the fullness of its resources
my garage, the next century’s prototype for your building to feel sandy
media interviews, social trends, increasing has been your meds
and in every of my birthday, a Yacht joins in the give away
the strata is never full, there’s always a head ahead
don’t compete with any part of the chain or you lose your leg
life is nothing, so I live in the pool of extreme modesty
tempt my guts and you’ll see I’m the host of all currencies.
Categories:
stipends, money, people, pride,
Form: Free verse
Potpourri, What Me Worry?
Have a Minute? In a Hurry?
Reflect, Few Knew 3rd Sept. 1964'ie,
Our World Unfurled, "Let There Be Nori!"
More Precisely, "Eleanor Anne",
7 of 7, Infinite "Can", Wonder Woman,
And Golly, The Mile Champion, She Ran!
By No Means Dumb, Nori Was the Sum,
Harry & Eleanor Enabled Dr. Schol's Alum,
Beat Drums! Blow Trumpets! 'Til Lips Numb!
Inherited Curls Red We All Adore,
Her Generosity & Humility Galore,
Spreading Joy In Each of Fifty-Four!
Nori Has a Secret, A Hydrogen Bomb,
A West Virginia Gentle Farm Boy, Some
Say is Her Loam, Vita-Mix, Topsoil Tom!
Husky, Kona, Loved but Exceedingly Furry,
North Conway is Where Tom & Nori,
Build Their Oasis Refuge From Hurry!
Nori, Count Your Life by Smiles Not Miles,
By Friends, Not Stipends, Not "Upends",
May You & Tom Together Enjoy Years,
Empty of Tears, Bills in Arrears & Fears!
Categories:
stipends, birthday, humorous, sister,
Form: Rhyme
REMEMBER.
Remember
Poetry is the blood of your visions
It rips you apart against
The torrid consolidations of mundane
Strengths elongated in the retinues
Sparked for uncertain verses in trials.
It wants huge skies to fly
It wants ruined castles for your dreams
Vast open spaces for its habitations
Wilder faces and unknown stipends
And the spirit of beauty for
Its hearty congealments.
Open up the worlds for incantations
The barbarous that do not hold
Shipwrecks of your flesh
Sinking downwards
Pleads of the familiar
In an unfamiliar word
Silenced petals and anguished flowers.
It flies to faraway lands
It reaches molten cores of earth
It dances on raindrops of hope
It talks with dry ghosts
In the scorched summers
It accepts the cindered fragments
Forms frolicking in the liquid sea
Or shadows dipped in nothingness.
Durlabh Singh.
Categories:
stipends, art, creation, culture, poetry,
Form: Romanticism
INNOCENCE WHINES.
Angelic souls for work twine,
Innocence eradiates in every nerve,
Why pressure,work for us they whine,
We love us,give us what we deserve.
Barbarism,power, child labour breeds,
Sweet little dreams shatter tyranized,
To earn,support family,little hands fleet,
Orphans most subjected,problem to analyze.
Government,educated class focus on poverty,
On famine zone,do social service,arrange stipends,
Help needy and vulnerable with equity,
Spare time to process these diamonds,
Fertilize these buds,give them natural growth,
Child is the father of man,should be their oath.
Picture -1....I hate mondays
Contest:Images that make you think.
Sponsor:Silent One.
12/04/2016
Categories:
stipends, corruption, cry, dream, education,
Form: Sonnet
Buoyed over waves of elation
Marvel at favourable sights of creation
Prospect for attainment visible
Within glossy bastion, even trials seems agreeable
Mollusk of endearing devotion, grumbling for denied favours seem so easy
How progenitors of our existence purse their frustrations makes one feel lousy
Reeking of corrupted souls, makes tastebuds sour to elixir
Grafted as second skin blends to exude a new color
Aversion so easily discerned when everything awash
How chameleon spirit avulsed everything from one in a stroke of whiplash
Hooters perched on the demise of accrued inheritance
Consternation that needs to be shackled for their malefactor dance
When plunder acknowledged for their vantage
Stipends bequeathed as morsels to owner of the heritage
When the bubble finally bursts
Lesson that even if one's dominion life is not always just
Monitoring in anticipation stranger's and dear ones alike by holter
Affirms the old adage that blood is thicker than water
Categories:
stipends, pain, strength, time,
Form: Rhyme
Remember
Poetry is the blood of your visions
It rips you apart against
The torrid consolidations of mundane
Strengths elongated in the retinues
Sparked for uncertain verses in trials.
It wants huge skies to fly
It wants ruined castles for your dreams
Vast open spaces for its habitations
Wilder faces and unknown stipends
And the spirit of beauty for
Its hearty congealments.
Open up the worlds for incantations
The barbarous that do not hold
Shipwrecks of your flesh
Sinking downwards
Pleads of the familiar
In an unfamiliar word
Silenced petals and anguished flowers.
It flies to faraway lands
It reaches molten cores of earth
It dances on raindrops of hope
It talks with dry ghosts
In the scorched summers
It accepts the cindered fragments
Forms frolicking in the liquid sea
Or shadows dipped in nothingness.
Categories:
stipends, art, inspirational, passion, philosophy
Form: Free verse