VARIED VIRTUOSITY
loosely
crumbling
frivolous
obscure
intentions
of
tranquil
stillness
inexpressible
devoted
contemplative
epitomes
endlessly
rendered
illuminated
abstract
visions
exchange
virtuosity
alongside
temptations
&conceal
honoured
individual
singularity
I’m a poet, others more so as well,
The difference still need be brought home.
Fine, Ra and La do closely dwell,
Yet, karabh called, would kalabh come?
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Translation | 28.10.2025 | language, poets, words
Note: In Sanskrit pronunciations and spellings are closely aligned. Now, the pronunciation of the consonants ra and la arise from a close by places in the mouth. Yet, the difference, how so small, is still there. Karabha means the young of camel, and lalabha, that of elephant. There are poets and poets, different are their poetic ways. How so small be the difference, it is still there. Transliteration of Sanskrit is as under:
Aham api pare api kavayah
Tathaa api param antaram pari-jnyeyam |
Aikyam ra-la yoh api yadi
Tat kim karabha aayate kalabhah ||Subhashhitam ||
Great minds gather, ponder on the poem,
The mean and mode focus on form and frame,
Rhyme and refrain,
How, why and when,
All things verging on vain
Belonging but to brain,
Whilst smaller minds muddle on who wrote them.
Only but men of heart
Transcend the tricks of art,
The discreet close eyes, enjoy it as came.
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Limerick | 06.10.2025 | art, heart, poem
Note: As to why, a poem heads from heart. And heart cares not on reasons that head indulges in.
As flowers for fragrance suffer,
So does brave’s blind advance suffer.
Those that deem Moon’s silver dreary,
So does full moon romance suffer.
Some who take bold chance with their life,
Some, as they take blind chance suffer.
Life oft makes us do hopeless dance,
Some make life’s very dance suffer.
Wooing, she starved me for one glance,
Married me by same glance suffer.
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Ghazal |11.09.2025 | chance, dance, death, fragrance, romance, war
Crisp and chilly air pumpkins of the month
Greet the varied Halloween
No weird but a feast day on the soul's hunt
Celebrating the soul's kin
Autumnal dew smoke stirs up the night lien
Halfway Through October: Create a Little Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
The little cottage
Built by my beloved father
Is old and small
But loves begins here
And never ends
It carries on years after years
Wherever you go
You won't forget
It's like a magnet
It's like the force of gravity
It links to your mind and your soul
Buried deep in your memory
Even after it's vanished in a big fire
Even after its builder passed away
A long time ago
Love and memory do exist
Whenever a soul remains
unsullied
by preconceptions
or prejudice
of atmospherics
again
&
again
vibrant
wrought
shimmering
motifs
made manifold
in reflections
with
fleeting moods
on passing
phenomena
A rose is a rose is a rose.
And why is that? I suppose-
deep russet, bright red, pink delight,
cream, yellow, pure white in our sight;
home-grown, cultivated or wild-
the fragrance, outstanding or mild;
in gardens, bouquet or a vase-
each rose is so sure to amaze.
So now, are you able to see?
Varied "roses from all nations-
scintillate in complete harmony"-
meeting diverse expectations.
A rose is a rose is a rose-
no matter in what way it shows.
March 2, 2020
Contest: Poetic Lines From PS Poet Maria Williams
Sponsor: Silent One
Line Used:
"roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony"
from a poem, "A Rose By Any Other Name"- by Maria Williams
New Poem using a few lines from a former one
posted, 8/13/2015)
Varied Statistics
Casualties in a war that isn't ours.
What happens under Nebraska skies?
Is that where you are?
The bitter old woman with only death to look forward to.
Brocolli and bacon soup
parsley risotto
casserole of artichokes
cheese celeriac
beetroot cake & cream
parsnip wine
try !
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