What a joke, to live in the foreign land
Can’t go from here, and I can’t stay
Still I can enjoy to a great extent
Little wonders of this beautiful day
Beneath the lilac trees in full bloom
I sit near home on the bench, idly gazing
At the sunlit lilacs, inhaling their perfume
Oh the bittersweet note feels amazing
How exciting that moments of peace still come!
What a thrill to get some contraband sun!
I can beat an imaginary snare drum
Without efforts required for the real one
I’ve a loophole to slip into secret life
In your pleasant country or anywhere else
I won’t make any kind of political strife
Won’t throw my coins in the wishing wells
I’ve got a shopping bag at my foot
In a moment I’ll get up and go upstairs
Maybe I haven’t done the best I could
Do it better, and let me know if you care.
In the Forest of the Petite Pierre
Animals lived without despair
One day bear started itching everywhere
He went to doctor owl who stayed near
Owl said it was contagious, would spread to everyone
Stay at home don't touch anyone
Bear took medicine and went back home
Everywhere he did roam
He infected animals wherever he went
Infection spread to a great extent
In front of owl's clinic, there was a big line
Doctor told "To your house please confine"
No one obeyed his request
Increasing patients, doctor was in distress
He decided to mend their way
Closed clinic, went away
Without doctor all got scared
Going out, now no one dared
Back after few days owl said,
"What I say put it in your head"
"If you don't follow me I will go away
Set up clinic in another place far away"
All got scared went out only to eat or hunt
Infection disappeared when no one did any stunt
"If our authorities are strict with all
I am sure cases of corona will fall"
Date: 1/24/2021
I opened the back door
And was startled at what I saw
For just a fleeting moment
They were arguing to a great extent
Suddenly there were guns and shots rang out
And the whole scene disappeared with a shout
There was no more for me to see
A ghostly apparition disappeared easily.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The words of an enemy not give so much pain
As the silence of someone special has slain.
Nothing grows in noise, I know,
Nor God is found in much ado.
In silence only, a truly human soul is touched,
And in restlessness, only frustration is clutched.
Silence in itself is a great art of eloquence
That speaks of a wise man’s intelligence.
Most oft pensive thoughts surround the soul
That looks for a few loving words
To heel the wounds of all nerds
Rather than a thousand people’s applause.
The thought that silence speaks consent
Pats a foolish heart to a great extent.
Precious treasures are kept in safe, silently sealed,
Become worthless, losing their value if so revealed.
The rain would soon be
here
Cos it clear,
the cloud is coloured
there!
That the sky, would weep
from top,
temperate lands rejoice,
even the farmers and
crops.
The sky, shall soon wet
walls.
Its for sure,
should it shower does fall!
Its tears, shall come
in drops,
that the desert men, may
not die of hiccups.
Great cold would soon be
felt.
to a great extent,
poor beasts would be
wet!
The flesh, the skin would
know no sweat.
The errant games,
shall have
no rest.
O yeZ! OyeZ!!
The storm, i see,
is a chase to warms.
An usher, the rain that
comes!
Our love has grown to a great extent,
But there’s something more that we need,
With a pure heart I have sown the seed,
Oh lord shower your mercy and answer my plead,
Waiting eagerly to experience the joy, ‘to feed’!
I made her cry today
with tomorrows promises
promised her just the other day.
‘So why does she weep, the missus?’
Her tearful eyes are for
the many disappointments
borne a sadden heart to harbor
caused by me to a great extent.
Too many, too often, designed
dreams that I had painted for her
leaving to wither on the vine;
she ceased to dream altogether.
“Honey, is there any reason
for your tears, something I had said?”
“It’s nothing; drink your coffee, hon.
Do you want whole wheat or rye bread?”
I have mountains of debts to repay
With my feeble, shrunk resources
Will I ever be competent to defray?
My will to settle incessantly forces
I repent today why did I borrow?
Why did I take kindness of friends?
Why I needed compassion to endure sorrow?
The strain of generosity never ends
My mother’s nursing and nurturing me
My sister teaching me how to walk
My teachers’ introduction to reality
Debts multiplied, I have a huge stock
My grandma’s lap, a magnetic nursery
The next door girl who used to invite
My father’s shoulders that lifted me
And many times increased my height
What I am today and tomorrow I’ll be
Is the debt of my loved ones and of society
To a great extent, to an enormous degree
I’m a prisoner of conscience, I’m not free
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Winner of Award in Members Competition of Nancy Jones, GRATITUDE, October 26, 2011
Sorrow hastens the hearts lament
For love and things once owned,
As one is material to a great extent
Yet both are almost always bemoaned.
Long has man heartily undertaken
The art of bloody vicious war
And all too often love is forsaken,
Just to settle a selfish score.
On common ground would some agree,
“That all’s fair in love and war,”
But I beg to differ because it is plain to see:
That love is what is needed more.
History tells us of the battles fought
Along with the many reasons why
And even today, we are yet greatly distraught
To know that many still fight and die.
Oh would love be grand if it spread like plague
Infecting all and humbling their ill will,
Causing the dark hateful memories to fade:
Forever crippling the urge to kill.
Creepy-crawly ,always jolly,
Silly… clumsy , full of folly…
A cheeky little monster ,oh!
That is “Santosh “ on the go……..
He walks into the bay and commotion begins..
Smiles and laughter the bay within…
He talks and talks without a pause…
Senseless stuff ..that too without a cause!!
He is tolerable when quite and dangerous when heard..
This is the creature ,who is strange and weird.
Chewing the gum…he resembles a cow,
So Insane ??? I wonder how !!
Humming a lousy song whole day…
He suddenly dances in the bay…
All eyes stare wide at him…
Wonder what’s wrong with him…
Just like Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde…
Santosh too has another side…
A soft hearted ..helpful person…
Who is out to help without a reason…
A source of entertainment that he is …
His absence by all is missed…
A stress reliever to a great extent
Santosh ..thanks for being our friend!!