BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN
At dawn
In the little hours of a crow
I spoke to my pen to rise
Rise from bed to speak
The language that at best I understand
To the form and rhymes; I'm no stranger
Gladly the pen took over the pages
Surmounted all pressure and blunt edges
At the brook
In the hours when breeze was set
I spoke to my energy to arise
Rise from the brook and slumber-bed
To write
Write the words so beautiful to call gold
To the letters all over the world to glee to
My energy took over all the lines and contour
Setting examples for all men that are on this tour
Where then?
Shall the blade of my tongue not peruse
To the dragging of words with the recruits
Who were army not of words in literary world
They'll crumble at the pierce to rise no more
At dawn
Where I write from the reservoir
Words witty so wide on the mount top
Seen everywhere to radiate its stardom
At a time where memory is written; soaring
Driving moods into just moments,
Fading like leaves and
falling like mist,
I am just surmounted by ice.
Trying to cope but I can't,
Hey! Barvo... You need to..,
This world is so, filled with fakeness and
I am the victim.
IN HER LIFE
In her life
So many days she endured
The pains she procured
Her plans fell through
But nothing came through
The plans of freedom
In her life
She lived in captivity
With no activity
Her hope blurry
And her vision sorry
The Vision of Success
In her life
She kept regretting
And stopped rejoicing
A woman of pains
And her hope was vain
The hope of Independence
In her Life
She stood up to fight
She didn't care if it was day or night
She made progress
And she got success
She surmounted
And her dreams came alive
IN HER LIFE
In her life
So many days she endured
The pains she procured
Her plans fell through
But nothing came through
The plans of freedom
In her life
She lived in captivity
With no activity
Her hope blurry
And her vision sorry
The Vision of Success
In her life
She kept regretting
And stopped rejoicing
A woman of pains
And her hope was vain
The hope of Independence
In her Life
She stood up to fight
She didn't care if it was day or night
She made progress
And she got success
She surmounted
And her dreams came alive
Braced to fight tough for triumph
Stockpiled testosterone
Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream
Sucked bitterness alone
Flooded home, battle surmounted
Safeguard marshy roost
Maladvised maveric trudged pond
Stacking bags of no use
Swirling water swarmed by spiders
Fear erased from register
Starless, deserted street industrial
Duty lead dim endeavour
Depth defiantly rejected her efforts
Scream's echoing ignorant
Yelled "help" at selected emptiness
Six months pregnant Sigrid
Fortfied ego, throat sore, exhausted
Dry in her fortress upstairs
Concede agitated bruises encumber
Defences laid dull despairs
31st March
Dependence is not defeat
The most significant moment of my student’s life
Is the culmination of many years' efforts and sacrifice
A time to march forward, going up the stage in solemn rites
To receive a graduation diploma, my most precious gift, prize.
It's both of great fulfillments and achievements, I believe
Once in a lifetime with my toga, feels crowning with laurel leaves
Set of steps’ completion at another stair of education floor
I’ve surmounted huge phases of school’s life-challenges and endeavors.
Graduation Day flails the reigning banner of my successful race
With flying colors, raised the glorious torch of triumph, I embrace
Another milestone, a pedestal-crest for a victorious start
Accelerate me higher into my final dream, reaching the brightest star.
March 18, 2023 1.10pm
Essence blend never before encountered
Requests he bury his nose in her blouse
Eloquent outrage smoothly surmounted
Decisive fair decorum she endows
Petals and pepper sauce complexity
Cerebellum pillows King's heavy head
Slave to prime advisor dexterity
Burdensome thoughts bedside storybook read
Prominent gem on band of platinum
Temptation's tassles draped in possible
Syrup super glue subtle acumen
Fairy floss buffer from bosses hostile
Daily chest chainmail pools in her presence
Regal defender dumbfounded in reverence
20th October 2022
Two Will Overrule
You may grieve on this darkest of days.
You may weep tears of demulcent dew
And ponder the wonder of God's cruelest ways
Though ne'er understand their reason or rhyme,
Nor unravel the ruse that he ruthlessly plays.
Alone in your anguish, your tempest and rain,
Far from the sunshine high summer once brought.
Forlorn in the torture of sadness and pain
Where lightness and brightness have now disappeared,
Bereft in the wilderness ~ alone once again.
Below the clouds drifting blackened and lost
The soul becomes naked, banished and damned,
Mere thoughts become worthless, tumbled and tossed,
And all is now nought in a world void of care,
The price you must pay now ~ the grief is the cost.
And though in the ending, when all has been said,
Nil desperandum, as faith shall go on.
And then all the reading has rudely been read,
And all the misleading has surmounted instead,
Yet when all the bleeding has bravely been bled,
Don't grieve for too long or you'll waken the dead.
A pulchritudinous and profound grace
Finds my pen to verse an ace
Such a resplendence oozing out
Methinks so divine and - no doubt
An orthodox and stupendous beauty
Just inspired my awe during duty
As We partook in a common ritual
Amidst all holy hymns spiritual
Checking the spouses mutual
On march to crack the secret real
Divine and debonair –Her charm
A perfect diva with heart warm
Indian-ness and transparency
Through Her enamouring drapery
Inspired me to find the secret
Let me unravel just straight
Of true love, passion devotional
Abiding by the traditions real
Words find limit to extol Her
As She surmounted together
With Her hubby so simple
And Her twin terrific dimple
A tree woman full of fruits
An angelic entity with roots
Deeply in precious piety
Immersed in holy gaiety
Methinks We share a strong bond
In all births so profound
What a super woman delectable!
With royal splendor so adorable..!!
Surely She is the Presiding Deity
Of Victory, Glory and Piety..!!
PRECARIOUS REALITY
insistent
incoherence
deplaced
broken
as coloured
confetti
surmounted
pierces
the soul
with anguish
&
rehearses
nothing
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
a miniscule mask
the image
broken
incoherent
surmounted
deplaced
with anguish
an insistent
tachist allegory
crisp
in a bouquet
of distinctive
confetti
sprinkled
in a set
of stains
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I hold my little new born child
who is born in a hospital
in a town where tumbleweeds roll mild
the Cancer has been staged, its terminal
incurable and running wild
every hair on his head is counted
every toe accounted for
I think about all the strength surmounted
for this jewel in my pinafore
and hear his loud sharp cry, undaunted;
rage of angels rap at my chest door
as I fade away into his heart beat,
the lion comes for his feeding chore;
Oh those eyes of finest wheat,
how they draw me in aside the shore
and move me to a place of Grace.
The curtain closes and I weep
inside my ventricle, his memorized face
I pray to God my soul to keep,
then glide away, to another place.
September 6, 2021
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest Name Quintain (Sicilian)
“… Progress toward retrogression…”
yes, I questioned diagnosis with mixed emotions
as fear swelled over courage, striving to prevail
yet, faith in God* surmounted my motherly qualms.
Now, our special child in his wheel chair zooms toward progress
singing praises to the Lord in sign language blissfully.
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
February 20, 2021
edited on June 24, 2021
3rd place, "Bite Size Poem no.9" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 7/2/2021.
Angst of ascending
oh, stairs pose beckoning woes
once easily surmounted…
...Missing youthful* zest
ah, I still climb by God’s strength
midst soaring faith legacy.
*Ecclesiastes 12:1 Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.
November 2, 2020
3rd place, "SPIN A SEDOKA" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 11/4/2020.
Though in my territory this is now tears region
for 15th,17th and 21st of your surmounted time
yet I try to hunt for you differently
In the deep den of the life story
momentarily comes and goes with the best wishing
by the touching of raindrops and humidity
It's ended summer, going to be ended the rainy days
yet feel the dogs day, the angry face of the sun
oppressive dampness attacks the perennial dreams
In your wish-yielding tree, I intertwine the day
when sweet bitterness of reality greets me to enjoy
the gladiolus poppy on the colorful soul
Far occupant, I am of the Cape Floristic
alluring diversity of blossoming oscillates through zephyr
embraces compassionately like the neodymium
In your red, pink, white, yellow, orange….
I am spell-bounded, in the sword of lily I seek
strength, sincerity, imaginative multiplicity
19.08.2020 Chattogram
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