‘Great Wonder to watch Winter's shiny show of snowy charm strictly speaking , a splendid
splendour,
Since born, staying only in summer zone,
no idea of natural beauty in snow.
So far tasted only ice cream cone.
About snow fantasy how could I know?
Debut of snow flakes in chilled attitude :
on my first meet with serene snow scenario
in a tourist spot on high altitude.
Me slandering up, clouds floating below.
Hanged icicle stalactites with pointed tips
from roof of our hotel ! A great wonder
We two to enjoy honeymoon trip !
Snowy charm whelmed me ! Sheen splendid splendour !
Shiny snow elating whiteness over slant path-
Skating on silvery slippery snow downhill
Fun in throwing snowball and jogging in mirth
We ventured sliding on sledge on amorous thrill.
I can reminisce fantastic snow fantasy :
Metaphoric mirage drifting on dazzling ice !
Enchantment of glossy massy snow turned classy.!
Danced delight : Divine numinous noble nice.
he liked it black and white with no greys in between
even when cracks appeared so strikingly evident
strictly speaking he preferred pink purple and orange
yet when life gave him lemons the brush would not work
the more he stroked and tarred over ruptures and fractures
uncertainty became elusive and poignantly concise
quite the opposite of what he had bargained for with all
the power delusion distraction insecure fear and despair
he knew that the writing was on the wall and yet
the language was foreign complex and would not reveal
meaning message beauty connotation and guidance
as he was blocked into silence depression resentments
all this had been the relentless story of his life and he
could not bear it any longer seemed to have lost all control
a rational mind portrayed it as the gift of desperation
a way forward towards healing perspective and peace
it was difficult to will positive emotions into effect
matters did not fall into balance but skewed misperceptions
what remained was hope rather than mere expectations
and he carried his burdens into an unpredictable but promising future
We take a lot of decisions daily.
Some bring happy results and we feel charmed;
Some decisions do fail makes us distressed;
These bad decisions really suggest
causes, once we analyse, uninformed
facts come up; those needs to be seen plainly.
That process of unearthing makes one rich
in experience; as one grows with lot
of practices, good judgment does follow.
In life, successful persons have followed
learning from mistakes, lessons not forgot.
Attain success walking on learning bridge.
Mistake are lessons in disguise, foretell
so that history doesn't repeat itself.
~x~
Scupham sonnet : Peter Scupham likes abccba stanzas.
Two of these plus a rhyming couplet make something very
like a sonnet. This is not a “proper” sonnet, strictly speaking.
Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1192#scuphamsonnet
Thanks to Judi Van Gorder for the resource at Poetry Magnum Opus Site.
i have been hating you so long time
that strictly speaking i forgot
why strictly speaking i so hate you
and who you strictly speaking are
In modern Russian poetry, there is such a genre as "stish'ok-pirozh'ok" (a pie rhyme). It's an iambic tetrameter quatrain, a feminine ending in the first and third lines, no rhymes, punctuation and capital letters. The content is frivolous or humorous. Black humor is welcome. Something like an English limerick, but simpler. Hoping, the soupers would like it)
* Translation. © djfedos
They just lie low
Waiting to pounce
With deadly results
On innocent people
And causing unfathomable
Mental and physical damage
These are strictly speaking
Not people with heart and soul
They are unexploded ordinance
Best diffused with bulldozers or
Unmanned air combat vehicles
But best of all a change of heart
A feat the troops of God, Allah
And other Deities might as well
Employ, if they are not complicit!
ABSENCE OF MOONLIGHT **
Moonlight is borrowed light.
Unless a mirror is lent life bright
From a golden-voiced source
Its own cadence is coarse.
It has no life of its own.
Thus also the moon, locked alone
In black magnificence, her rule
Is of an empty kingdom cool,
With only dead dust - unless
The daylight’s king should bless
Her with words that wake the night,
With radiant beaming smiles of light.
........................................................................................
Note:
** Strictly speaking the moon has no light of
course. So, there is always an absence of moonlight.
Business or pleasure, would you choose,
or a combination of the two?
And who decides to pay the price...
in search for treasure, beyond measure?
Would acquaintance last in time,
held together by a thread of gold,
weave a dream for the maker to behold.
Or shall these seeds be scattered...
to the wind?
What is worth the price to pay,
strictly speaking, one hour of the day,
an acquaintance that would prove,
a mere business proposition?
Who comes back to pay this price,
one hour of time, the sacrifice,
when all is striving after wind...
and who keeps running?
Does thy power of beauty measure,
become thy source of hidden treasure,
which consoles the heart
in time?
Does the victim of dream,
capture beauty of a scheme?
Delilah's lot becomes a theme...
Sampson was also tormented!
"Into Eternity
Where all is one
There crept a tiny mad idea
At which the Son of God
Remembered not to laugh"
- ACIM
Beckon fraternity
As I have none
They leapt into my sacred shadow
The even and the odd
Revered on my behalf
- For Him
(ACIM stands for A Course in Miracles which is written as an epic poem in iambic pentameter
style by a woman named Helen Schucman in 1976. Strictly speaking she scribed it but that's
been debated).
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