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Chetta Achara Poem
“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
~Oscar Wilde
the sky smiles as it watches us
dance in the light of a silver moon
on the veranda of an infinite cosmos~
the only way to make a star
dance in the light of a silver moon,
to music of the spheres as it falls
into a symphony of our poem
on the veranda of an infinite cosmos
where time is the choreographer
of tangos and tragedies~
the only only way to make a star
is with each spark of love we fling
into night's lengthening shadow.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2025
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Nobody owns anything but everyone is rich - for what greater wealth can there be than cheerfulness, peace of mind, and freedom from anxiety? ~Thomas More
She won't let caretakers cut down wildflowers
living under the hedge at the boundary edge
of her very small plot in its very small slot
in the unending rows of homes in repose,
in which sameness is virtue and uniqueness is vitriol.
Rebellion is not trivial, in fact it is evil;
how dare you suppose, or try to expose
the snugly fit knots designed by despots;
the ones who make pledge, and use every sharp wedge
to split off the capers of the few troublemakers!
Epilogue: The woman who loved wildflowers has disappeared
and no one remembers her, or if she even existed at all.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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CONTEST: Put your best foot forward. JUDGED 4/14/24
Mother is ninety now, frail, and asleep much too often.
This may be her last year; she wants to go home and be with God,
but does not want to leave me. Go Mom, I'll be there by and by.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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She clipped her faerie wings,
those gossamer monstrosities,
or so she was told by her "friends"
who said she never would fit in
with the everyday community.
She clipped her faerie wings
and cried because it would define her
as an ordinary creature,
no longer wondrous and magnificent
nor magical nor special.
She clipped her faerie wings
and wished she could undo it
for no amount of paring
could turn her into common folk
and something not contrary.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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The thunder sounds from far away,
wild wind runs before it carrying whispers
of the coming storm.
Clouds are dark and gray
like cloistered nuns escaping hell,
and bursting out with rain.
Lightning flashes her skirts
and her consort thunder gives chase,
disregarding those beneath their feet.
Wind and rain keep the beat
of the storm's tempestuous dance,
becoming cyclone's destructive stance.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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I am an oak tree and my sister stands near,
our roots intertwined for many a year,
we hold up the soil where sweet grass once grew
for all the young children to play and run through,
now we're a pasture for cows that will graze.
Twin Oaks we are named by a road that runs by
as we still lift our branches to clouds in the sky,
and remain unchanged in the landscape of things~
though folks barely notice in their rush to catch rings
of glittery gold in life's tough tangled maze.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2025
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the weight
of your expectations
crush me
"A black hole is a hungry beast ... It swallows up everything too close, too slow or too small to fight its gravitational force." ~JoAnna Klein/Dennis Overbye
Image: Pixabay
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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Mister Elvis Presley
Sang his songs expressively
In Aloha From Hawaii,
He sang them just for me, aieee!
I was 15 when he sang just for me
Straight from Hawaii via TV,
My heart skipped a beat,
I jumped from my seat,
His music had changed my reality.
Elvis has now left the building,
Gone is the music and gilding;
He died much too young,
How many songs left unsung?
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2025
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the lake's clear crystal
belies the ice hold's brittle
grasp yet I'm blissful
the springtime's warm sun
will quickly disperse the fun
blossoms have begun
in hearts young and old
flirts and flirting growing bold
gifting more than gold
summer's golden sun
brings forth the bursting blossoms
as lovers embrace
beneath the bowers
sweet youngsters are holding hands
with time and pleasure
slipping towards dusk
the wise old men remember
the first touch of spring.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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Oh that I had wings
like a dove!
for then would I fly away,
and be at rest.
~Psalm 55:6
Lord, I swore not to weep,
yet here in the darkness
that precedes sleep
I find them~
regret, grief, anger, relief~
rivers down my cheek.
For: BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
November 8, 2021
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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