The Poet's Write
A poet sits with pen in hand,
Words flow like rivers, across the land.
Ink dances on the page so white,
As thoughts and feelings take flight tonight.
Rhymes weave a spell, emotions pour,
The poet's heart pours onto the floor.
Verses twist and turn with gentle ease,
A world of words, a poet's sweet release.
With every line, a story's told,
Dreams and hopes, young and old.
The poet's soul, a canvas wide,
Paints pictures with words, side by side.
Metaphors bloom, similes shine,
Imagery sparks, a poet's divine.
The music of words, a symphony sweet,
Echoes deep, where hearts beat.
In the silence, words come alive,
Whispers of truth, the poet strives.
To capture moments, feelings raw,
And share with others, heart and soul.
The pen scratches, the words unfold,
A tapestry rich, a story told.
Of love, loss, joy, and pain,
A poet's journey, forever to remain.
The page fills up, the words slow down,
The poet pauses, lost in thought, frown.
The world outside fades from view,
As the poet's heart, in words, is true
. . . a moment can be yours
something beautiful will unfold
it could be a sunset with sun reflections
a beautiful landscape
or a precious spring lamb
in the lush grass of a wildflower meadow
but today . . . is still winter rain
and my spring fantasies are just dreams
waiting
I find that flowers are not complicated
Although they all have meaningful names
When you approach a flower
There is no reason to ever explain yourself
I find that flowers are uncompromising
What you see is what you get
No need to push past a facade
There is no reason to protect yourself
I find that flowers are not intrusive
They lay no claim to your soul
You are free to just be
There is no reason to unfold yourself
I find that flowers are artwork on the earth’s canvass
They supply our world with a colorful finish
A reminder that you are amazing and imperfectly complete
There is no reason to ever diminish yourself
Years of togetherness now lead us apart.
Desks remain untouched, pages left unturned, charts unread.
Dust blankets everything, forgotten in time.
A new path unfolds.
Laughter echoes through empty walls,
Curtains cling to memories long gone.
The ceiling seems to hold those smiles,
As if everything is still alive.
A new journey begins.
Writing boards erased, markers cast aside,
Files grow old, shelves stand silent.
Awaiting fresh stories, new memories to be made,
A future ready to be written.
Yet the spirit of learning moves forward,
A new academic year will arrive.
With laughter, new faces, and open hearts,
We forge new memories in the making.
And so a new voyage starts,
Writing another chapter in the dairies of time.
Watching things unfold is always more fun
when your not the one - who will get told to do better
like to think than I am quit clever
but got this way of proving myself wrong
Unlike a Spurgeon, I by dull words unfold
The limits of my Sarah's love for me,
But I realize that the rot and stink and mold
Are all within my mind, beneath my See.
There is no other person who can love
For me. It is my duty and my joy.
It is the Truth that True Love is made of
It is the difference of man from a boy.
I am no counter of the counterfeits
That weigh love by the dram of sweet words said,
But rather, I am one who from above
Receives the gifts whereby he bakes his bread.
Into the practical and humble things
I'll pour my Constancy and give love wings.
If everything’s been written
And everything been said
We won’t speak anymore
Won’t write anymore.
But if we are the new prophets
Sent to remind manhood
The world belongs to God
And if the world drowns off
In the mud of inky well
And scribes and Pharisees
Roar in the vanities
Then we’ll still howl our dreams
Writing down all our visions
And against their arsenals
We will unfold our verses.
Chicken lays eggs
Sight to behold
Life's mystery.
Raindrops that fall
In front of me
Beautiful sight.
Twinkle stars
Above my head
In blackest night.
Math formula
In riddle's mind
Now has been solved.
With newspapers all read and dinner done,
I put out the lamp that shone like the moon,
And stretched into my bed hoping deep sleep.
Through open windows, stars began to peep,
And framed the nearby hills and darkened woods,
Which wondered, gazing from their altitudes:
‘Why should these fleeting mortals sleep when we
Keep watch all night across eternity?’
The thought amused me a lot like a child
And I felt like laughing aloud and wild.
I knew not when or how I fell to snore,
Nor how long, but awoke with sudden chills,
Hearing no sound, no shadow at the door;
The steady brightest star had set past hills,
The moon in stealth had tiptoed through the door,
Ashamed to look upon the bedroom floor.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana,
divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
My Unfold Love
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Ledo.Assam
A masterpiece unfolds
In the depths of my bosom,
In that art of love
A story yet untold.
With vibrant hues of passion
I paint a canvas of desire.
Each stroke of affection
Imbued with tender care,
Bringing life emotion beyond compare.
I carved a sculpture of devotion
Molding with deep emotion,
I don't know the reason why.
In the art of my love
I wield the brush of adoration
Capturing the essence of pure elation.
In a wavy portrait
Our souls are knit entwined.
I sketch the image of love
With delicate precision.
Each stroke tells a story,
A story of laughter and tears ,
Pleasure and pain
And etching memories of the years.
In every line and curve
A story unfolds,
The stories yet to be told
With art of my love,
I paint a masterpiece
The affection that will never cease.
Never thought this would be so hard
To realize I still love you only to know u may never be mine
Years have passed but the feelings are still the same
Misunderstandings and miscommunication are to blame
I wait for things to unfold unnaturally
I wish to open the door and cry in your arms faithfully
Longing to kiss you so beautifully
I never knew how much I missed you until I heard your voice
I wish now I was your choice
I wait for things to unfold unnaturally
The times we spent together
I will treasure for a lifetime
No one compares to you in my life
I wish we have forever
Sometimes I feel it's now or never
I wait for things to unfold naturally
I cry at night hoping you would hear me
I wonder despite everything if you feel the same way to
I want to walk hand in hand with you
I want to dance with you
I want to wake up next to you
I want you to have all of me
I want to have all of you
This time I have to wait for things unfold naturally
If we are truly meant to be, I know in my heart you will come back to me.
Silvery chopstick
That kissed by the blue fire
Healed my wound of divine aspire.
Brushed in the fur of the beast,
Smothered my faith to abide
Will my soul subside?
Hot metal gripped in iron clamp,
Thy fury of fortitude of time
Of thy fate mockingly sublime.
"If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him." James 1:5 of the King James Bible
Wisdom from above I do need
toward decisions for good deed
begging that light my soul can see...
Dear Lord, unfold Your truths to me.
Seeking for direction that's right
though struggling against weakness-blight
my human nature shouts heart's plea...
Dear Lord, unfold Your truths to me.
Thankful that Holy Ghost does guide
for choices against selfish pride
I cling to grace midst prayer-glee...
Dear Lord, unfold Your truths to me.
Vanquishing deceit with its strain
my faith craves for spiritual gain
Ready to share Gospel that's free...
Dear Lord, unfold Your truths to me.
Triumphant over fatal lies
as empowered with Your advice
I learn still, from ignorance, flee...
Dear Lord, unfold Your truths to me.
April 17, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - 'U' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/18/2023
snow covers my coveted garden,
trees sigh and bare their leaves,
unruffled evergreens stand tall,
decked with shimmering ice-pellets
crystallized on every branches,
magnificent jewellery adorned!
longingly wait for majestic spring when
aquamarine horizon-rays with crimson hue,
unfold a sublime picture of dawn,
my senses are drowned in lilac dreams,
and lost in a tender reverie tangerine!
fragrant graceful flowers will wake me up,
swirling all vibrant colours of rainbow in palette,
playful spring-birds merrily cooing,
saffron imagination dawns on my dreamy eyes.
sun unleashes warmth, tulip-bulbs peek,
bluebells scintillate, creatures waking from slumber…
Unfold a harmonious cosmos!
April 17, 2023
Writing Challenge - "U" words Poetry Contest
Theme: Unfold
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
I saw a pretty purple butterfly
sitting on the limb of a blossomed tree.
Her wings fully outstretched I wished to spy.
I said, “Unfold your loveliness to me.”
When I spot wee birds inside a nest,
They can’t know what life has for them in store.
They’re still fed by parents as they rest.
Oh, unfold your wings and let me see you soar!
Marigolds in the summer garden growing.
I still recall you as small buds of gold
as I sat beside the cool stream flowing.
I loved to see you open and unfold.
Now a letter with me I’ve yet to read.
I wonder what news for me that it might hold.
Afraid to see, I know I must proceed.
The letter from my lover I unfold.
Butterflies, birds, and flowers, all so sweet.
My sweet love – do I really know him well?
I tremble! Weeks passed since we last did meet.
The letter I now unfold to know his tale.
April 17, 2023
for the Writing Challenge - 'U' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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