Love-lost, deprived of dream appears,
Like life-adrift- in-stream appears.
On wooing, winning his life’s love,
Full of vigour and vim appears.
As success, past string of defeats,
Like a triumphant team appears.
Man’s real Self as comes to light,
Nigh like up-rising cream appears,
Till then his pretending ego,
Non-Self, proper and prim appears.
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Ghazal |01.09.2025| dream, love, success, Self
Categories:
vim, dream, love, self, success,
Form: Ghazal
she travels not through skies or water but through life
relaxing into wonderful moods, eliminating all stress and strife
her journeys are varied, vivid, full of vitality and vim
she is the steampunk submarine submariner, her name is Kim
we followers live vicariously through her alluring adventures galore
loving her attitude, confidence, personality, and willingness to soar
Kim is the ultimate human, the one we all strive to be like
exploring mountains and oceans, in balloons, submarines or a bike.
Categories:
vim, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Nimble and agile,
Life is vim, vigour, virile,
Prudence gone sterile.
Limp getting the knees
Life is lived in memories—
In rest, reveries!
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Senryu | 01.05.2018 | life, youth, old age
Note: Past seems a safe harbour for, we have been there. Memories become man's refuge in old age.
Categories:
vim, age, life, old, youth,
Form: Senryu
Still hope we can cope
With the nope
Don’t give a damn plan
From that Tandoori tan
Obscene Tangerine dope
Jackanory Mandarin Man
That trope..like to be Pope
Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope
To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope
Just give Mr Grope enough Rope
Opined women..a frump
If they mind.. some bump & grind
Half inching while pinching their rump
The darkness descends
Besotted with anything cosseted
Rotted or garrotted by design
But sign on the dotted line
Raise a 'Stein" of wine
Knaves..slaves.. saved
From the craze & blaze
Of this moral maze & haze
Extinguished by depraved waves
From distinguished graves
Denies his demise is nigh
Popularity sky high he lies
Bliss as the remiss abyss
Of hiss and diss ends
Thanks to a sly bit of
Wry Fab Four rapport
No not you say hello...but yes I say goodbye
Off with his head the French might have said
Cos we've read we'll get by instead
With a little help from his (dead) friends
Categories:
vim, community, power,
Form: Rhyme
In the hour when senile summer breathes her last,
The vim of her ego births a somnolent child.
Rising forth from the yawning pit of newness,
Dyed with shades of seasonal confetti,
Fall rises with a spectrumed diadem.
October reigns with a high degree of splendour,
Braiding strands of leaves with threads of gold.
Categories:
vim, autumn,
Form: Free verse
The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.
They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of water.
On their heads are smouldering fires of corns
And pears, and ingredients of a lush season.
Behold their mothers’ breasts!
Flopping tonelessly with life and ceremonial milk.
The engaging flesh of birth.
And their fathers’ ribs —bare and fractured—
Like splinters from bamboos of white; strong bows of
A fragmented hunting group.
Their daughters dance with frenzied gaits,
Insisting on frantic melodies.
Drums throb on with the vim of restlessness.
Flutes hasten with the speed of departing tunes.
Ogele* sounds with the rhythm of fraternal bliss . . . .
The village sons bend their torsos in tremulous dance steps,
reluming low-burning
ancestral fires.
Breathe in now the image of a raging ceremony,
Symbols of a rite,
which hang on the rafters of a community,
this seventh month of the yam calendar.
*Metal gong
Categories:
vim, africa, culture, rain,
Form: Free verse
The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.
They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of water.
On their heads are smouldering fires of corns
And pears, and ingredients of a lush season.
Behold their mothers’ breasts!
Flopping tonelessly with life and ceremonial milk.
The engaging flesh of birth.
And their fathers’ ribs —bare and fractured—
Like splinters from bamboos of white; strong bows of
A fragmented hunting group.
Their daughters dance with frenzied gaits,
Insisting on frantic melodies.
Drums throb on with the vim of restlessness.
Flutes hasten with the speed of departing tunes.
Ogele* sounds with the rhythm of fraternal bliss . . . .
The village sons bend their torsos in tremulous dance steps,
reluming low-burning
ancestral fires.
Breathe in now the image of a raging ceremony,
Symbols of a rite,
which hang on the rafters of a community,
this seventh month of the yam calendar.
*Metal gong
Categories:
vim, africa, rain,
Form: Free verse
We used to play red rover red rover send NAME right over.
Send Billy, he’s frilly, his skin’s white as vanilly.
Send Jackie, she’s whacky, let’s give her a smacky.
We were ruthless in our run, slamming arms, yet full of fun.
The game was easy to understand, the person who was named had to run.
And try to get the other team’s arms unclasped, that was the fun.
We held on tightly, not letting them in, full of vigor, orneriness and vim.
For letting them in meant letting them win, taking a hostage back with them.
Categories:
vim, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
they race in and out chasing each other with gusto and vim
oops spoke too soon two dog tails just ran back in
one jumps on the couch, and the other is up there too
they are pony dogs, one weighs 80, the other 122.
They love us to bits, have no idea how strong they are
One jumped to the recliner, it moved back quite far
The other one is jumping on top of the TV
122? Says my husband. I thought he weighed 123.
We are cognizant that these pony dogs are stronger than us.
They are chasing through the house right now, stirring up dust.
My asthma kicks in, and I land down on the ground like a dog toy.
Two dogs on my stomach, delighted, that I am down for them to enjoy.
Categories:
vim, dog,
Form: Rhyme
Southern Rata (is a stunning Kiwi Tree)
Red or scarlet harlots instead...a bucolic frolic..
Tranches spread as if bulbous branches have gorgeously bled..
Overpowering flowering towers glimmer…fanciful fairytale shimmers showering...
Such vim...swim on a whim..sprouting on an outing from their pouting wooden limb....
A delight..refining..shining bright.. defining.. these bizarrely beautifully gnarly trees...
Crimson collage..insisting snarling tendril darlings..timber tentacles twisting…a magical mirage....
Marooned yet cocooned in a festooned lagoon...wouldn't barter anything…
To swoon at the miracle..spectacular boon of Southern Rata ...
Categories:
vim, nature,
Form: Rhyme
When we are deep into
a constant,
unrequited,
impossible love,
such a divine passion
is said to be most soothing for pimples
and bunions.
Also,
as incredible as it seems,
a secret lover that you have no hope
of ever knowing or meeting -
those kinds of romantic fantasies
will totally banish kidney stones
and chronic melancholy.
Medical science agrees with scripture,
that the ridiculous and utterly unlikely,
can jazz up your libido, and add vim to your
most innocent of sins.
You can now date late at night,
while your partner beside you
dreams of making love
to some movies star or other
without any guilt.
Unfortunately,
a delusional broken heart
still hurts.
Categories:
vim, poetry,
Form: Free verse
With a look in the mirror I see
I'm as round as a bumble-ing bee.
Having so much on show
(yes, wherever I go)
a tri-kini I'll need at the sea
Though some people may say that I'm stout,
do they know what they're talking about?
In all matters of size,
the beholder's blue eyes,
discern only the parts hanging out
But in order to taper and trim
will require I burn at the gym.
So I think that I'll start
with a blueberry tart
so I'll have enough vigor and vim.
To reduce my excess was the quest
so it's needless to say I was stressed.
Eating soup made of prunes
through the pale afternoons…
Well then now you can guess all the rest.
Categories:
vim, beauty, humor,
Form: Limerick
My toes are often sheepheaded at best
Their minds invisible, often at rest
But when I dropped an I-pad on them
They came awake with angry vigor and vim
I had no idea that a toe could hurt so
It swelled up like July corn that continued to grow
I was yelling in pain, oh, me, oh, my, oh!”
Hoping to alert my nearly deaf uncle Joe.
Categories:
vim, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Hopped the uni with my rucksack;
speeding off to make a new track
with the tools that one might need to hack a trail.
A pair of loppers for the limbs
and for the ones that need more vim,
there’s a folding saw that almost never fails.
When atop that unicycle,
wonder if the angel Michael
feels a bit like this as I fly ‘round the bend.
Although the archangel’s traject
carries more loft, I do suspect,
I imagine it as through the woods I wend.
Of course, I’ve got some sturdy gloves
‘Cuz Old Man Briar surely loves
to attack at every single chance he gets.
And those briars aren’t dinky;
they’ll rip flesh right off your pinky
and produce a throbbing pain you’ll soon regret.
As I reach my destination,
can’t but marvel at creation
and the blessing that it is to be outside.
Days like these will make you thankful,
like an overflowing tank full,
for a Father who has brought us for the ride.
Categories:
vim, appreciation, creation,
Form: Tail-rhyme
You come, proper and prim to dream,
False as real I’ve to deem in dream.
How long this grim façade can go?
To you it won’t so seem-- our dream,
But too much ‘tis for me to bear,
My pain spills over rim from dream.
To help me O come, rise like cream,
Let not grim, fun like seem in dream.
A work ‘tis of a twosome team
To make it all of vim-- our dream.
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Ghazal |21.10.2024|dream, humour
Poet’s note: This is a light-hearted, tongue-in-cheek ghazal that takes ‘our dream’ as its radif or refrain. Its qafia also rhymes with radif. The whole ghazal is on the same theme, i.e., dream. The first four couplets are said by the suffering woman, the last one by the man. The pattern followed is AA/BA/CA/DA/EA.
Categories:
vim, dream, humor,
Form: Ghazal
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