Urbane Poems

Belly Thing Called Life

Life is rice, oil and salt
If living itself is luxury
And food is all delivery
Relationship is boring
You still need to cook
Your own food for love
In this way not thrifty
It's showing creativity
Independence frugality
Home made taste far
Excellence in all ways
It's a voluntary sense
Trust base, fair care
Ordinary yet special
Simple yet full moral
Most people have this
Urbane yet unexplainable
Always look happiness
In the belly of each person.

Tap and Sink

The tap and the sink had a brawl
(the pair  being stuck to the wall)
the cold tap smashed the sink
with a crash and a plink;
serenely watched by the pee stall.

Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain,
(who held up the sink with a strain.)
Dear sink is in pieces;
her value decreases;
she once was so smart and urbane!

Blink No 3

Jensen plays to the skinless drum
Ten chocolate soldiers melt down
by the campside
Platitudes of the night
crimson altar affairs preside

I have forgotten your face
wish i was a pram
under full moon
grateful to be the new born
like a newly hatched larvae

An urbane man chased by 
bedraggled beagles
Forget the rest
cruelty at its own behest
treads to grey

The Power of Rain

It is remarkably insane,
To look vacantly out the pane,
With a green bottle of Bollinger champagne,
Enjoying the wobbly rain, rain, rain!

I would rather spend a day in Spain,
Or sit by the seaside in Ukraine,
An alternative of gawking all in vain,
At the wet and soggy rain, rain, rain!

My entire day would certain remain,
Unstimulating and very mundane,
Before the sympathy could sustain,
I would flee away from the rain, rain, rain

I would pose and listen to Zakir Hussain,
Without experiencing the Nyctophobic pain,
And munching on the Christmas candy cane,
For my drink, I’ll gulp the rain, rain, rain!

Oh! I desperately have the need to explain,
The very day I had to constrain,
As it was not so germane,
To taste the polluted rain, rain, rain!

The cloudburst valiantly fights the Elaine,
The pellucid flurry wondering it's Shane,
Tries to stuff the muddy moraine,
But sadly cries into rain, rain, rain!

The baffled sleet faces refrain,
Awaits the rush hour of the town’s train,
To run away from the aubade, so urbane,
Sadly, the unconvincing rain, rain, rain, goes away.

[Arrival of summer]

BY SATVIKA UNDER THE PEN NAME SAVERA

Scintillating

She spoke of urbane gentlemen
and friendly squalls of rain
yet thanked Christ
for her baked scones
and well rotted manure
and gratitude for not being a Lioness,
a cause celebre never in the making
mopping the Freemasons floor

Hawaii Explodes

*VIDEO of Hawaii 2023

Hawaii Explodes

A calendar marking succeeds
Absence time textures
Epic life, episodic love, eulogized loss
Enigma nailed to vacancy
The urbane explodes
Hark ambitions, "Carpe Diem"

2023 January 01

Dandelions

Zoom Zoom went the organ grinder
As the panda bear bore delight
in its urbane mind set
Burning marigolds over wrought
only tell half the story as was
Jupiter jumping 
Nostrums for the retraining
A thousand dandelions heads
If they could only scatter mile high
Joking leprechauns come out laughing
in black dustbin liners
by the dug notre jardin

Umbrella

Umbrella	

Under an umber umbrella
An utter utopia spreads 
‘Neath ultramarine skies
As undertones of ube unwind
Upon a wildwood’s uplifting reflections
Through undulating naked boughs,
Upon the hideaways of hedgehogs
An acapella unison,
Utmost urbane contentment, 
Unleashed on unkempt undergrowth
To unmask a placid peace of bliss
A universal understanding 
Within this upbeat universe
Under an umber umbrella

11-8-22
Contest: Writing Challenge Unburden a "U"
Sponsor: Constance La France

“ube” is a yam with purple hues.

A Salute To My Favorite Poet

Poets aren't noted for raking in dough,
They may get some attention,
But it's mostly for show.
Take, for example, the bard Ogden Nash,
His writing brought him great pleasure,
But he still worked to earn cash.
From mail room to Broadway,
With other jobs in between,
But no plebian endeavors
Could his verses demean.
His humor's urbane, erudite, and compelling,
And when a word wouldn't rhyme right,
He adjusted the spelling.
Of all of the poets the world has created,
I like quite a few,
And there're a few that I love,
He is the one I have most emulated,
And if he could read my poems,
I like to think he'd approve.
As a general rule rhyming's easy for me,
But at times when I'm stymied or fogged in,
I don't take time to snivel,
Or settle for drivel,
I take heart and start channeling Ogden.


Entered in Beloved Poets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Jan. 10, 2023
Fourth Place
Thank you, Regina

Urbane Refrains

Hokey-pokey 
rhymes with Skokie
  largest village in the land

New York's a city
'tis a pity
  still inhabited by man

___________________________
Skokie, IL -- population ~ 75,000

The Butterfly Dream

The Butterfly Dream.

A bit obscure, I danced
within the rhythms of the wind cords.
Jovial, buoyant.
While I sing the gifted nature,
I saw me;
skilled with urbane speech
with ability to cultivate things.
Most condescending, my capability to think.

I was still,
still in turbulence of breeze,
while my thoughts run wild as winds.
I saw a butterfly, dancing.
Oh! It was me
– flitting and fluttering.
Happy within myself,
doing what I please.

Was I dancing, or was I still?
–“the transformation of things.”
Thin ice between reality and appearance,
truths and illusions.
Until I realize it’s a mirror,
one with its own-self,
once awake, ‘I’ turning into another.

Besides the Corona: Virus, That Is

I
while the airports and hubs of urban & urbane wane
television saturates itself with virus & old wives' tales
the city is still steeped in sin - by man's choosing

II
last night my town had hail, after weeks of rain
last year was all drought. Blessings 'midst the pain?
last shall be first says the Word - by free will choosing!

III
we picked up pock-marked plants, even veggies, this morning
hit by hail, yes, as I was marked by sin before repenting
MESSAGES? the same. the bible. sinners sin till the end

Life Drawing

... things observed, thoughts of change,
    Drawing life...subjective sketch of charcoal.
    If only she’ll be still, wild and strange.

    The tilt of chin, may one rearrange?
    Through the window of her eye, secret of the soul
     to have observed thoughts of change.

            The subject modeling for lessons in exchange,
     ...frightfully urbane! The panne`lined fur stole.
     Such things observed; thoughts of change

     ....in the shades of conde grey substrate, a flange,
     bone wrist inhibiting the wolf’s control,
     hem of burnt umber, a plume of orange

     derange,
     caught the model... in her role
     observed to change.

     Enfold the flighty elbow, wing’s hinge.
     Fixed, transparent gaze of silent owl
     observing thoughts of change.
     If only she were still wild and strange.

A Summer Vale

A Summer Vale

     Hints hailed she raised her ocher veils,
          Expose those enlightened from shade,
               Spun tales of yesterdays reveals,
                    Golden treasures anoint the blessed,
               The abandon of buttered skins,
          Urbane exodus blooms on roads,
     As summer vale blows saffron breaths.

2019 September 05

*3rd Place*

FAREWELL, SUMMER
~~nette onclaud

I'Ve Missed Because

You’ve given me a quilt, a pen, some inks, papers
You’ve given me a lonely night
You’ve given me a piece of silent on moonlight
You’ve given me a dark of alone owl
You’ve given me dawn of crow flying
You’ve given me a morning of a shining sun
You’ve given me a busy urbane life
You’ve given me a tiresome afternoon
You’ve given me dusty dusk with cattle of back to home
You’ve given me a lamp in the incessant sound of crickets
You’ve given me a radio with hackneyed news of politics, economics….etc
You’ve given me your graceful face
You’ve given me your full
You’ve given me my loneliness
Oh no! Yet; I’ve missed something!
I’ve missed something more than you!
As if I’ve missed everything!
Because you’ve not given me my poem 



-March 24, 2019 Chattogram

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