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Sushma A. Singh Poem
A dapper morning awaits
as I gaze out
to an awakening
steeped in conviviality
so palpable in glow of
leaves bathed anew
radiant in glory
Glistening crisp
blades of grass
razor edged sharp
deftly cut through
weeds of gloom
Aromas soaked in mirth
envelope landscape
From my soul
infused with joy
escapes a sigh
embraced avidly
by bountiful breeze
the lines between us blur slowly
as it subsumes me
And I cease to be
my spirit merged
with universe...
Date July 10 2017
July Premier contest any form any theme sponsored by Brian Strand
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Sushma A. Singh Poem
'A scrawl of apology, penned with all the remorse a six year old can muster, will melt even a tyrant's heart.'
Date Sept12 ,2016
Name of contest
One quote any quote you want to create old or new
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She is the sylphic stream
and the flow spinning
her sequined sarong
through gleaming fields
as she weaves
endless reveries
nebulous and lithe
ripples leaves
with her rhythmic
untamed grace
omnipresent and fluid
diffused in ambience
joyful teasing
pulse that
glitters in
silver stars
she is the
sanguine song
that lights
a doting heart
footnote : an ode to Nymph , the goddess of nature
Any form/ theme upto 20 lines Late Feb Premier contest
Feb28 2018 sponsored by Brian Strand
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A heritage resplendent in culture and crafts
Where monuments rub shoulders with swank malls
Enticing blend of old and new
Lucknow my town always enthralls
Values well enshrined so deep within
Greets with a warmth endearing
A city with a global vision
Boasts of a legacy alluring
An array of exquisite creations
Their splendour holds us spell bound
Dreams woven into yards of fabric
A magnificence that does astound
Succulent kebabs relished by all
Medley of age old secret recipes
Sizzling in congested lanes
Take pride of place in grand feasts
Tourists find it hard to part
Leave behind their piece of heart;
Taste and grace, or class , cuisine
City of Nawabs reigns supreme.
Nov 2, 2016
Contest My kind of town
Footnote
Lucknow is the capital of Uttar Pradesh , a north Indian state, home of the erstwhile nawabs of the mughal empire well known for their sophisticated taste. Hand crafting or chikankari of world fame is a hand embroidery renowned for its finesse.Lucknow takes pride in its rich cuisine especially kebabs, made of the finest lamb mince preferred for its soft texture
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Sushma A. Singh Poem
Breeze
A whiff of zephyr blows across the trees
Swirls softly, upbeat, so salubrious
It whispers Spring, heralding gentle breeze
See budding blooms lift up heads, curious!
Evanascent, pristine breeze swing this way
Our flesh and soul both crave your soothing touch
Each pore is thirsty, seeks your playful sway.
Let us sniff in your joyful dulcet gush
We know that hot winds shall take over soon
With rising mercury distress will soar
Cocooned indoors shall gasp in stifling noon
perturbed the blaze may scorch us to the core
Help us indulge in moments, rare so fine
Your fragrance soaking in, placate us so
That basking in your blissful scents divine
Surrender to your kind refreshing flow
Date Oct 2, 2016
Contest
Poem in iambic pentameter
Resubmitting for Brian Strands contest 257 max 32 lines
Date Jan 3 2017
Footnote
The eagerly awaited invigorating North Indian spring with its cool breeze is way too short lived , giving in soon to a raging summer with hot dusty winds.
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An immortal legacy
None is immortal all destined to die
the humble mason or the wisest king
be it those winged creatures that soar humming
one day all will perish under the sky
Yet there may be much more than strikes the eye
whispering melodies resurge to sing
trail of shadows persistent lingering
enshrined in sobs interlaced with that sigh
Does one truly transcend to high heaven
Or merely swap a realm for another
Yesteryear's dad now lives in the grandson
to reweave reveries thrown asunder
As kindred souls club forged anew as one
Life immortalised through gracious venture
Contest Form I
italian Sonnet
date 28 th Feb 2017
rhyme scheme abbaabba cdcdcd
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New Beginnings
. Shyly the tender shoots
. Aspired to reach the skies
. Each leaflet uncurling slowly
To hum its unsaid fondest story;
Some brought smiles all around
A few left us with moist eyes...
Date Sept 3, 2016
contest
Any poem of max 8 lines
Footnote
This short poem was written for budding writers and poets taking baby steps into this creative world.
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SONG OF THE SPIRIT
Ridden on a bed
Barely able to moan
Can't move a finger
Or let out a groan
I sense some footsteps
Inching towards me
Must be the doc bless him
To relieve my agony
Lying on my sore back
For almost an eternity
Each muscle stiff
Crying for relief
Debilitated devastated
Wrapped up in grief
Yet, this spirit
Deep inside me
Just a speck
A tiny fleck
Wilful stubborn
Refuses to succumb
Irrepressible incandescent
Yearns for a joyous outcome
Listen carefully
Hear it cry
'Fear not adversity
Never say die'
Resubmitted for Julie Rodeheavers
Contest: I am a survivor
Date Aug 22 2017
This poem attempts to explore the spirit of the terminally ill patients many of them lying in a vegetative state and for whom passive euthanasia is advocated by a sizeable section of society as the only remedy.
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Sisterhood of sorts
Order following set of laws
Communion with shared beliefs
Identifies goals that perceive
Encourage an attitude of
Team spirit instilling norms
Yielding to collective consciousness
Date Sept 24, 2016
Contest
What is society?
Form acrostics
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Cascading in a rush
With a vociferous gush
Big drops on the crown
Poured steadfastly down
Amidst lightening and storm
And a loud thunderous sound
Playful restless
With a mischievous step
Banging at the door
Of her little head
A frenzied lot
Of deafening knocks
Raring roaring
Persistent, non stop...
Deftly she caught some
Coalesced them into a poem.
Earlier submitted for
Name of the contest:
CREATE AN IDIOM
Now submitting for
A natural metaphor
Date Jan 20 2017
Writers note
This poem, ( title changed) incidently my first submission at poetry soup last year, signifies the surge of words, a metaphoric downpour engulfing the mind of a poet , deafening in their intensity.The poet's creative skills weave out a poem from this divine gift, rapping at the doors.
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