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Malisha Hansani Poem
After noon, bloomed the moon,
Like my grandma' s curved comb;
I listened to lullabies, and stories,
Amidst stars - not alone.
Came a prince with a princess,
Mounting a horse with a sword
And bloomed the moon after noon,
Like my grandma's silver spoon.
I saw the prince with the princess
Again, they came - along the road,
With the moon after noon,
Like my grandma's round moon.
Came the prince and the princess,
With the sword, without the horse;
Oh, where' s the moon after noon?
It had gone... stars felt alone.
*Honorable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Oct.18, 2020)
Sept. 11, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(28) any theme any form Poetry Contest
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*A 3rd Place*in the following contest (judged on Sept. 16, 2020)
Sept. 11, 2020
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula
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Malisha Hansani Poem
You stayed in your home
yet not alone, but with others,
and fate did mock at you
and you borrowed a different form.
They locked you in
and often hurt you,
and you fled from hurt
and came here.
First, we concerned;
second, we rebuked you;
and then we, too, hurt you
letting you live as a ghost
in a dark room.
We hated your presence,
and we banished you
to a different place,
seeking sheer relaxation.
One day, we heard of your
tragic death.
We built a gigantic sepulcher for you,
in our guilt-ridden memories.
But, now I remember you………………
Cockroach, Gregary Samsa,
If you lived “normal” in our fairy palace,
I know you would still live with us.
A 3rd Place in Catharsis Poetry Contest judged on Dec. 10, 2020.
Catharsis Poetry Poetry Contest
Silent One
Dec. 6, 2020
Inspiration form a Franz Kafka’s novella, The Metamorphosis
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When I get up late,
Just ask me,
“Can I get lunch from a shop?”
I’ll never be late.
When I come home being tired,
Just ask me,
“Do you want a glass of water?”
I’ll never show that I’m tired.
When I wait for your arrival,
Just ask me,
“Do you feel hungry?”
I’ll wait for you ever.
When I am going to die,
Just ask me,
“Shall I hide you in my poems?”
I’ll live with you ever.
Yet, dear,
Don’t try to do marvels,
I love just little things,
though trivial they may be.
*2nd Placement*
Jan. 4, 2021
PODIUM PLACING PROMISE(4) Poetry Contest
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a dark cloud cries
with sun's rise; the
earth buys tears free
Dec. 1, 2020
Than-Bauk Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Charles Messina
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I saw the wife at next door,
Who kept her strife in ground floor;
I went upstairs to count stars,
And she came upstairs to talk to stars.
I didn’t listen to her stories,
But her stories got listened to;
She did find fallen stars
But couldn’t see a hoping star.
I saw sad and weak stars
With bad and dark clouds;
Cascading tears told they did suffer,
And they filled in rivers better.
Land grows green ever with rivers,
But stars stay never with tears;
They shed tears when they suffer,
And they fill in rivers better.
One day, I went upstairs
To look at the sky with stars;
I saw her come upstairs
To talk to Sky with stars.
But, clouds were heavy with tears,
And no stars appeared there,
So I came downstairs with fear,
And I saw – the fallen star, near!
October 1, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(30) any theme any form Poetry Contest
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