Hot winds blowing everywhere
Golden glistening dress all wear
Jade, peridot, emrald leaves in trees
Sway sanguinely in summer breeze
Stunning sunrise and sunset
Seductive colours of sun's pallette
Cloudless, clear, charming sky
Magnificent moon, mesmerises eye
Myriad melodic chirps reverberate
Flamboyant flowers for bees await
Morn, eve gratifying cool breeze strokes
Walking, chatting, playing, happy are folks
Enjoying juicy fruits like watermelon
And juices of citrus fruits like lemon
Hot april brings sundae and ice-cream
Relishing together, whole family gleams
With long days, april is indeed a vibrant season
For exhilaration, provides more than one reason
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31st March 2022
April in Thane Maharashtra India
Oh, October I love thee
You bring much glee
Rains are gone
Sky is clear
Sunrise, sunset paints hued picture
A beauty to behold
Days are warm
Clothes dry faster
Evenings cool breeze caresses
Birds are out with melodic music
A pleasure to watch and hear
Trees are hued
Colours cloth the earth
All are exuberant
Time for long walks
Enjoying nature
Before cold winter arrives
Oh, October I love thee
Your arrival brings much glee
05.10.2021
For October contest by Regina McIntosh
My poetry reveals a lot about me
I feel many know much about me
I am 50 + married housewife, female
(Many think I am a male)
Lost my mother when I was ten
My father when I was thirty-one
I have a 14-year-old school going son
I am sensitive to sufferings of others
I go out of the way to help others
About myself, I don't bother
I am a lover of nature
Watch with excitement all living creatures
Bhagvad Gita is my favourite scripture
It's thoughts have moulded my poetry and nature
I am scared of dark
Want to be physically up to the mark
I am introvert,
I lack self-worth
I have no worldly desires
I seek salvation, end of all desires
I stay in Thane, Maharashtra
I love my country - India
25.07.2021
For L MILTON HANKINS, THIS IS WHO I AM
Met me a nymph as I laid by a lake
Spoke her to me, earth, did I quake!
Trail of stardust in her noble wake
Fell on me some of her fairy flake
Hers the magic, my heart the stake
Oh, sweet affliction! My darling Jane
Lowly poet be this chap, nary a thane
Would that I were your dashing swain
But my place know I, for disdain I feign
As duke you wed, in me shalt you reign
OluDola2019.
I was born, shorn of my mother
Where freedom was for one, and for another
In a song where I lay strong, ain't this all just a noisy slumber
The voices of freedom are what I call chains,
And this world a door to a cage of past pains
Here I stand, tears they fall, and my sadness remains
A song shalt be sang and a chain shalt hang
A bell heard from above, and from man, a bang
`tis war they say, but from shore the sea hath ran
Listen to the sweet tenderness provided by a breath
Make all last, the cages burst, my hero, death
The glorious nights of hush
Where freedom is what said
When all gates of haven before me are laid
Time will seize, for I will then again respire
To my father, to my brothers enslaved by pain
And to all in its chains, I mean to inspire
In death I am free, in death a thane.
Now thy battle’s won and thy traitor slain.
The good King’s son is princely heir anew
And honor is due to the worthy Thane.
Beware, for envy oft forgets virtue.
The trusting master visits loyalty
Alas! False friend is he, we are to learn
Treasonous betrayal we are to see
Glory dies young whilst thy greed is eterne.
Power, that corrupt foe, brought greed and hate
And whispered in thine ear of blood and death
For three weird sisters vowed he would be great.
Blood will flow from the dagger of Macbeth.
Think not upon’t else the heart will grow cold
For death is the end of such tales of old.
A weakness wound its wicked way inside
where thoughts of “us”, not love, do dwell and swell,
and formed a nest of twigs to stay the tide
yet cresting waves of righteousness rebelled.
“Stray not,” he said " for look on how I writhe."
Of fire formed made thane to only He.
Yet, man, of mud and clay did breach my pride
for Love of Thee, caste out the likes of me.
Now, Lucifer’s red flame so bright, burns night,
a warning scent to frailer souls, “Don’t fall.”
For even stars misstep, disgrace, pride’s plight,
let his torment be your clarion call.
In light, act right, rise high in good spirit
and say “God, the devil made me do it.”
Oh death your sting will plea
rejoice cancerous vile flesh.
And scab bandages the angel's plea.
of bliss to rest from arrogant men.
Mode I do abhor the card
casting of my flesh moray.
Lipstick stains and gill vanguard
tears swift by tram alleyway.
My memories the broadsword
thing left to hold me to thane.
Womb called life resale abhorred
permeability train.
Headed in the quest of
finality.
With a honey-tongue and heart of gall
A coiled serpent poised to strike
Beneath his speech and quiet ways
A beguiling dagger hidden close
With fell deeds and a heart of hate
A mind of metal, a soul of steel
Poisoned words, venom sweet
Illusions are not often real
Tongue submissive, spirit bold
Dark as a secret left untold
A greater lord, a greater thane
Who shall be ruler once again
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