Deep heat, salt and skin
A sharp and heavy pull that leaves me breathless
Pull in
Fate caught
The story that we never thought
Untaught
Wild
Unreconciled
Fire
Deep heat, salt and skin
The story that we never thought
Fire
-Contest: Let's Minichu On Pleasure
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
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Ed had all his father's traits
blue-green soft eyes, reed physique
reckless, tempestuous streak
rich baritone, proud
untaught to love and be loved
After 12 Christmas dinners
whole dining table went cold
alone, he had to go rogue
young, kinless, awkward
learnt to hate and be hated
The taste of language is like a pudding with countless varieties,
A sense of togetherness,
A home away from home.
The taste of language reflects the beauty of culture,
The pride of our fathers,
The glory and stories of our mothers,
The wonder in the eyes of children.
The taste of language brings people together in a foreign land,
Welcoming the newcomers,
Reciting deep-rooted slogans.
The taste of language guides the lost in finding their paths,
Enables the untaught to learn and blend,
Offers a way to look back and find missing pieces,
And provides an understanding that leads to answers.
February 21, 2025.
LOVE speaks in millions of untaught languages
I was bathed in the love of my grandmother
FAMILY, faith, and friends; the music of life
EMPTINESS in life needs only to make room for love
The vibrancy of the rich hued kaleidoscope
Across the firmament,
Wide open eyes ~ a pantomime unexpected
A child’s innocent smile
Free from taint and defilement
Touching its cheeks with a lot of fondness~ an involuntary reaction
An old man’s fragile hand
When stretched,
Penetrating hands into pockets for extending alms ~ an impetuous action
A sudden meet of my teacher on the way
Palms come together and go folded
Making a traditional Namaskar~ an untaught response
When passing by temple
Stop for a while;
Closing eyelids to recall His image~ an effortless doing
The solemn tune of the national anthem
Stop all at once and
Rising to feet to pay respect~ an impulsive gesture
Spontaneity delineates a man’s character
It reveals the real tendency of man
Intuitive and insightful learning,
Selfless love and unprejudiced cogitation
Steer our actions in an agreeable manner
Introspection about our spontaneous actions
Furnish space to learn and examine our traits.
Place : 10th
Spreading happiness is the need of the hour;
Practising it requires so much of willpower.
Redressing others’ problems is always fine;
Empowering the weak at all times is a good sign.
Accepting people as they are should be your design;
Developing empathy for the poor is very divine.
Igniting an iota of inspiration is what people need;
Nurturing of these qualities makes one great in deed;
Guaranteed is the infinite joy, like this if you proceed.
Help the sick giving no scope to any inhibition;
Accept all, not troubling them with any admonition.
Pass on your knowledge to the untaught;
Pray for their welfare without any ill thought.
Impart values to the people for their better living;
Note that nothing is as great as forgiving.
Express your gratitude to the people who help you;
Surprise them with a compliment the way you knew;
Smile more, the whole world smiles with you.
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Acrostic poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 28-03-2023
Placed: 3rd
The light promises to fade
As the dark encompass do we try to see
There are doubts we cannot just shake
How shadows only tease for what could be
It is easy with the aid of light
Be it hard truths or comforting lies before our eyes
Harder as with the shade of night
Where once truth will cast doubt as with deceptive lies
And I embrace the dark that never mattered
It’s simply how the light no longer make sense
To be more torn than darkness catered
To finally see what light will never lend
How it strikes me hard yet as pure
The need for balance from learnings untaught
A one-sided path whether which only paves to endure
A life accepting and dismissing without thought
In darkness… the light is dead
Unable to see… we feel
Because the darkness will fade
To have light when we already knew
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Song: Just a Wave by Yorina
It is said that the world is quite strong.
When we both agreed, we were wrong.
But systemic risk leads to a spare call.
And it makes life hazy, as we shall.
When weak surfeit fulfills incisive inquiry,
the diction is made utterly dull and wiry.
Implied options for a farewell gathering
The effect is similar to lathering.
A dreadful jester with mixed craziness.
When guilt clouds your eyesight, haziness
A genuine illusion and a shaky submission
You are vigilant in the face of recognition
Lacking a faithful foe as a recent symbol,
To a mindset that is wrong at its core.
For the moral majority, act proudly humble,
to develop skills in each particular sector.
While skilled amateurs and realistic untaught,
assist fetch harmony to the dissonance.
This reliable test incites calm unthought.
That is aimed straight at the outer imminence.
It requires steadfast cynicism and rustic grace,
so as to withstand this negative preening.
And sway away from school without a trace,
to allow the word "normal" a fresh meaning.
Written: September 29, 2022
Why do our brains have thoughts?
Some things we are not taught,
Our brains came from God,
Still evolving, soar or plod.
a skill untaught, a work unfinished; if ever completed---priceless
The book o’ life teaches man a lot,
But the lessons lie largely untaught.
Many a crucial page
I’d seen folded on edge
Time to read that page oh returned not.
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Limerick |02.01.2022|
Poet’s note: On what happens in life, many of us would rhyme with this limerick.
Poems – rhyming or
Free verse – straightforward,
Which paint a picture
That make us laugh or cry,
That strike a chord within us!
Not ordinary! Not untaught
Or unlearned! None of those!
I used to think that others
Were on a higher plane,
That only abstractions,
(Words, ideas, strung together
In concepts a mystery to me,
Forming no connections
In my more linear mind),
Were “real”, “insightful”!
(Deep, obscure, and meaningful
Being one and the same)
While I, somehow more literal,
Must somehow be inferior
In intelligence or understanding!
But I’ve grown old enough to find
That all of us seek meaning differently,
That I, writing in clearer, plainer,
Less convoluted language,
Still can scale the heights and
Depths of understanding,
Still communicate in simple words
Which stir the heart and mind
And reflect a deeper meaning
For those who wish to see.
Love has a gentle grace
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth on Mother’s Day
Love has a gentle grace; you have not seen her
unless you’ve looked into your mother’s eyes
and seen her faith
—serene, composed and wise—
that you’re the center of her very being
(as once, indeed, she carried you inside.)
Love has no wilder beauty than the thought
that you’re the best of all she ever sought.
(And if, perhaps, you don’t believe my song,
can your mother be wrong?)
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Your Gift
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Counsel, console.
This is your gift.
Calm, kiss and encourage.
Tenderly lift
each world-wounded heart
from its fatal dart.
Mend every rift.
Bid pain, “Depart!”
Save every sorrow
for your own untaught heart.
Keywords/Tags: Mothers Day, mother, child, children, family, love, grace, faith, beauty, wise, wisdom, courage, gentle, tender, tenderness, care, caring, nurture, nurturing, mom, maternal
Growing up playing sports
I was raised to compete
Confront face to face
not hide and seek
it’s unsportsmanlike
to slyly sneak
If you haven’t played sport
that word may lack meaning
it teaches you to play fair
not behind backs meanly
Teaches you teamwork, you play with all sorts,
teaches you to lead and learn from faults
it teaches you it's not all about me, and of course
teaches lessons untaught too dorks
Makes you honest, fair and respectful
Makes you up front, letting know, so all equal
makes slander look pathetically deceitful
Those are ways of weak feeble people
There is a precision to my wild horse self
My muscles at the wake, ready for instruction
My imagination calling the moves, for all prissiness is gone
Society long forgotten
Audience unnecessary
I need to dance,
For me,
For myself
For my eye
My omnipotent steps innate, untaught, following my soul's lead
I thunder at the music which only one can hear.
Whipping moves out of my precision belt
Fast and furiously, mine alone,
I need to dance
For me.
For myself
For my eye.
It is blissful
It is amazing
It is powerful.
It is God-given
My abilities and talents
Not my own, yet all my own.
I dance to honor He who has given me this gift.
This marvelous gift.
I dance for me.
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