Words vouched for my good
Made me sulk, feel very bad
In days of childhood.
Today, things do make me sad
Which, in cool silence I brood.
We call it old age
When we subtract more than add
Things on life’s last page,
Dwell on few days we feel glad,
Days not, in muted hush mad.
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Tanka (Senryu + couplet) |06.09.2025| childhood, life, old age, brood, bad, good,
Note: An old man broods…
Categories:
vouched, age, childhood, life, old,
Form: Tanka
Recently my nutritionist – a health
freak if ever there was one – suggested
I eat raw vegetables like cabbage, kale,
asparagus, brussel sprouts, cauliflower
and broccoli, all of the cruciferous family,
all packed with vital antioxidants,
vitamins, minerals, phytochemicals
and fibre, (relieving weekly straining
bouts of constipation.) As for results
he assured me with an assured smile
I’d be stronger and feel years younger,
though vouched cautiously I could expect
a few typical but minor side-effects,
but easily adjusted to, notably when
spring sets in and my ears grow like spires
and to everyone’s amazement I start
hopping about, my libido supercharged
after years of living celibate! – And as
he sees me out with an aside and wink
he says: You'd do well to forewarn the wife.
Categories:
vouched, health,
Form: Light Verse
Things lost whose where and how seems history,
Much like hollow of a half hanging tooth,
Intangible, melted as mystery,
Things that heart grieves— what once was vibrant youth,
Whose presence feel like black-hole-borne absence,
Old memories, meanderings of heart
That like a lost address make no more sense,
Still add up to more than sum of each part.
Things lost they all— in sunset sink of time—
Like incomplete jigsaw puzzles that stall:
Dreams, aspirations that may or not rhyme,
Lost on life’s wayside, scarce can one recall,
Roads taken not, turns thought off, never made,
Vows not vouched, lie in time’s twilight zone, dead.
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Sonnets (tongue-in-cheek) |09.05.2023| lost memories
Poet’s note: Yea, so much is lost in this twilight zone of time that we lose its count, a blackhole from which practically nothing can come out, save vague sense of loss.
Categories:
vouched, lost, memory, time,
Form: Sonnet
Two pairs of eyes could see more than most can,
It was as if future nor past did matter,
What mattered was present served in a platter,
And warm lips froze as if in blissful zen.
Talking were they the tongue of reticence—
A duet sung serenely sotto voce,
And words vouched not by lungs, a strange mute voice
Deciphered by the estranged two at once.
Love vibrates deeply unknown depth to seek,
And is much less prone to prose than is sung,
It being evolution's oldest tongue,
A dance of life in search of sublime peak!
Today the end seemed of their life's sole search,
The two love birds had found their long-lost perch. ________________________________________________
Sonnets | 01.12.07, revised Sept 2022 |
Poet’s note: Two long-separated souls met after an agonizing wait. Sure, they had many things to share with each other: complaints, frustrations, how they weathered their long separation. But the joy that they met overwhelmed them, and then nothing but the sound of silence survived. The word zen used here does not refer to any Buddhist philosophy, but simply to meditation like stance. The word zen has come from Sanskrit dhyaan.
Categories:
vouched, betrayal, marriage,
Form: Sonnet
Women* in my family are God’s gifts indeed
Exemplifying their roles by their deed and creed.
Caring Mother showcases blest homemaker’s zest
Her partnership with Dad makes family’s love nest.
Sweet Sisters continue to share legacy well
Marked with conscientiousness wherein they do excel.
Strong Grandmoms’ industrious bearing still prevails
Through their brood’s hardworking trademark that never fails.
Dear Aunts are vouched with testimonies of kindness
By neighbours that have witnessed their genuine goodness.
Lady cousins remain steadfast public servants
Fulfilling assigned tasks as ministerial grants.
Daughters and nieces while in the Lord’s grace, flourish
Keep on being nourished from truths they must cherish.
*Proverbs 30:31 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
June 28, 2022
2nd place, "Women in my family" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/12/2022.
Categories:
vouched, appreciation, blessing, character, christian,
Form: Couplet
Life
When I was just 6 years old
I assumed everyone was my friend
I was friends to all I suppose
But as I grew up
I faced the cruelty of younger children
Just for standing up to what I thought
What I vouched wasn’t right to do
In this world,
We are faced with problems
Individuals and tasks
That are pledged to destroy spirits
It’s no lie that life has its ups and downs
I was once on the very down
Now I can say I’m a few frets away from the bottom
And I plan on getting to the top
I urge you to pick up your backpack
Fill it up with happiness and positivity
And start a journey worth your time
Together
We stand.
Categories:
vouched, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: ABC
Better no promise to me give,
Words vouched seldom a long life live.
Say, you’ll try, meet again,
I’ll wait as if you were rain,
Like rain, shall let you when you leave.
Joy there’s in love to wait,
As there’s in getting wet—
Moments spent with you to re-live.
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Musings | 10.01.17 |
Categories:
vouched, love,
Form: Limerick
It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a din of gray November.
Wandering around dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild current; nourishing my psyche
with keen sensibilities.
Time passed between rain and light,
as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred
power of a growing woman that clutched
the mystery of unknown incidences…
And when bells of a day's time have played out,
visions sailed in my mind--
that our King drew counsel from my foresight
warmed by an esoteric fire that burned,
speaking of prophecies and omens vouched–
this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’
who opened a celestial gateway that betook me.
So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen
where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf;
a story half told of my telepathic gift
of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’:
yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny
was not mine to hold.
Not even where I truly came from.
Create A Character Contest
7/7/2017
Categories:
vouched, character, mystery,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
After all these years I dont understand how you can
Play me for a fool
i vouched for you
because I trusted you don't play this crooked game
It used to be just you and me
Fighting against the world
Here's the time to make it right
Just give me piece of mind
Trust is a fickle thing
And I doubt you comprehend
exactly what it meant
Knowing you were my friend
All good things must eventually end
And I guess you never cared
You selfish prick you son of a *****
For your sake pray we never meet again
I pray pray pray for your soul
That you don't burn in hell
My kindness is not a weakness
It is sad you've mistaken so
One foot two foot walk away
Our lives May never be the same
Play with fire some one gets burned
Today I learned you're not worth the fight
Categories:
vouched, grief,
Form: Lyric
The once virgin
weeps to the past;
wrapping her legs...
in and
out of a white island
Solitude will never be vouched for
Her lips have lost
brass
Her praise was not followed
Her eyes could not
bring him to stay
There he left;
desserting just a body,
leaving an animal to fend
Categories:
vouched, caregiving, confusion, depression, people,
Form: Free verse
The star gazed at the moon
On the night of all nights
Knowing it did not belong to him
Yet she glowed in his light
He paled in the sun’s presence
But it bothered her not
No life he sustained
But her eyes, only he, sought
In him she saw her truth
He let her be her
She discovered her true self
Under his soothing touch
The sweet pangs of separation
When the others vouched for
She knew he would be by her side
As eternities by them stride
Love is not just getting lost
It’s finding one self too
As space is one side of love
Is not companionship love too?
Categories:
vouched, loveself, love, self,
Form: Light Verse
I was here last week
using the blood-stained tears of adversity to document the quarrels of my mind on
your walls
The passion that went into each stroke
held tightly in each breath
could not be matched
I was here last
after everyone else had gone home in spirits high on a wind I couldn’t catch
their tears long-since dried
their thirst for an end to hurt already quenched
I was here
The crooked trail of my footprints and the half-empty glass with my lipstick still in
place
You can still see my shadow
swaying slightly to a song only I heard
rocking to the beat of an earthquake no one else noticed
I was
in complete submission to this place
Each story on these walls I thought was mine
a lesson to learn
to be melted down in a pot that would culminate to embody my change
my freedom
I
felt the certainty of a new day played out in your smile
your quiet reassurances
Knew that hope wasn’t as farfetched as the queens of my history once vouched
If need be, I’ll be here again tomorrow
Categories:
vouched, hope, inspirational
Form: Free verse
Cruising for a bruising, I wreck my blue car.
It runs on regular with no gas gage, goes far.
She ran the yellow light at sixty. I went on green.
Her witness date, on same yellow light.
My car spun a one-eighty, went for four blocks.
Policeman who took me home. Later stood up
and vouched for me. The judge took witness.
Had to pay a fine. Never mind this injustice.
Orange Fiesta, rainy night. Truck passed.
Broadsided crash, totaled car. Sprained ankle.
Got new sunroof with the fix, instead of a check.
To Colorado it got me, when I escaped with kids.
White Saab, snow car. Exhausted was I
From night shift. Hit broadsided, blind hill.
Totaled car again. God loves me and my vehicles.
On my bicycle hit by another car. No scar.
Scary sometimes how God loves me.
Train coming down the tracks, no gates.
Music loud, didn't hear blow. Stopped cause God
Told me so. So on and on I go in another car.
Categories:
vouched, adventuregod, me, car, god,
Form: Narrative