Adore, not abhor

The red rose whispers of passion,
A slow murmur of vivacity and verve,
The urge for love attains satiation,
The contented sigh shan’t unnerve!

And the white rose breathes love,
The wheeze of life meant to persist,
Adoration abounds, seeks to prove,
Over loathe and revulsion, can desist.

Prominence

Sink in, it doesn't,
Assimilation is hard,
Ubiquitous grief

Iconic

An Icon, he was known,
Lonely, on his own,
Love him or hate him,
Can’t ever ignore him,
Talk about, they all do,
Things to say, quite a few,
He looked very gentle,
Held the entertainer mantle,
A sadness to the story,
Rise to and fall from glory,
For his soul, an offer of prayers,
A very sad state of affairs!

Rhythmic beauty

Rhythmic beauty
With dazzling exterior,
Rhythmic beauty
Almost the stature of a deity,
Arresting in its demeanor,
None wicked, entirely ardor,
Rhythmic beauty

Poems by a budding poet

Guest poet: Someone's niece

‘Someone’s Niece’ is all of 6 years old and loves writing and reciting poems! This is her maiden attempt at writing


Pop Corn:
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Pop Pop Pop
Popcorn sweet
I like Popcorn
Do you like Popcorn?


School
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School!!!! Its the first day of school
I love school


Cats:
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Old Cat Young Cat
Black Cat, White Cat
Do you like cats?

Sides of a coin

Sweet are the sounds of success,
With the drum roll and the reveal,
Though upon it, we tend to obsess
Failure does have its own appeal.

Rejections hurt, but play their part,
The constant fear of it, did hang.
Lessons of life, it does impact.
“sides of a coin”, thus people sang.

Success, to some, always came late,
Disappointed, they continue to trudge,
It seemed as though it’d never abate,
Turnaround it did, never holding a grudge.

In memory...

Forget-me-not, I cross my heart,
Distance shall never keep us apart,
I promised her and she said to me,
Goodbye until the next time we see.

Forget her ever? No I did not,
Though at times, close I got,
In this and that, her memory I sought,
In remorse, often, I was wrought.

Pausing my thoughts, I realize,
Little things of her, I recognize,
Nowhere else, but deep within,
Safe in my heart, she has been!


In memory of my grandmother... who is always in my heart...

Clutter sputter

Its that time of the year,
When clutter, we try to clear,
Purging our homes, as we do,
Out with the old, in with the new.

Can we also have a yard sale,
For all our thoughts that are stale?
Can we all have a personal pensieve?
Or does the mind always deceive?

On the other hand, I do wonder,
Will any for my thoughts, ponder?
Will I be able to put a price sticker?
At the very thought, I snicker!!

Rationally irrational

Started out with a keepsake collection,
An innocent hobby that was worthwhile,
Soon turned into a dangerous obsession,
Restless in the mission to stock pile.

There is always a fine line of division,
Between various states, for mankind,
There is realist and from it deviation,
Putting us all in a constant bind!

Bouquet of wishes

A year passes by,
Time breezed through,
Made you laugh and cry,
Among it all, love grew.

Start of another year,
Look ahead, while looking back,
Loved ones far and near,
Wishes for you, they continue to stack!

Happy Anniversary!!

You know who you are... :)

The final act

The book was thick and black,
Her precious manuscripts it held,
And, covered with dust it was,
Along with it, her dreams withered.

She trudged along to the attic,
Its boards were bowed and creaking,
Rummaging through the boxes,
She found her past, from them, peeking.

Straining she brought, a smile to her lips,
With a heavy heart, struggled to let go,
As she lay down for a brief respite,
She then knew, it was time to end her show.

Soul mate

Spending a lifetime,
in search of the one,
but, is it in vain?
Or is that just life?
Do we really need,
one to give that name?
Can we be our own
personal soul mate?

Unscathed radiance

MondayMural

Magnolias in bloom,
in its full splendor,
Born to spread the joy,
its simplicity, its grandeur.

Strength in its frailty,
Lack of symmetry, its allure.
Exquisite in its elegance,
And, vagaries it'll endure.

Nestled amidst the lake,
Untouched by man,
Nature's magnificence,
Enjoy it, while you can.

Remembrance

Death isn’t for the timid,
Caught in its embrace, he lay,
The air around is frigid,
All around is a dreary dismay.

Efficient, he was in life,
Adventures, he had his share,
Alternated by peace and strife,
All that remains today is despair.

Exams!

Nervous
Anxious
Strenuous
Arduous
Bicker amid nervous, anxious state,
Trajectory of strenuous arduous fate.

Grouch!

Though it can change in a flash,
Cryptic she was to be today,
In a mood to malign, she was.

NaPoWriMo 09

With a contented sigh, I let go,
Of this eventful April, for now,
I mark complete this race of mine,
A poem a day, I set out to design.

The path indeed was fraught,
With lack of time, I constantly fought,
I look back at the month past,
I admit I did have a blast!

Rhyme away, I did, to my joy,
Prompts many, I did employ,
Encouragement from many a one,
That just added to the fun!

With gratitude I am filled,
If only I was better skilled,
Of expertise I make no claims,
Just participation is among my aims!

Never give up!

Failure should never deter,
Another attempt is an opportunity,
To work on it, slightly better,
Chin up, is the challenge here.

Quitting is a disservice,
To self and to others even,
Results shouldn’t drive the deed.
Action for action indeed.

A constant quarrel will ensue,
Right against wrong, it will pit.
Good judgement shall overcome,
And, the goal, a life well lived.

Prompt: PoeticAsides Day 29

Ars poetica

A poem should be sweet,
As chocolate replete,

Nice
As the clichéd sugar and spice,

Charming, as the fairy tale prince
In the garden of the flowering quince,

A poem should enchant
Like the magical polyjuice plant.


Inspired by Poefusion

Copycat is the greatest form of flattery.

Clean and Dirty

Crisp sheets and clean clothes,
Were around her, as she dozes,
The morning spent in cleaning,
And, then she was preening.

This quietness fleeting,
As soon she will be greeting,
Little legs bringing in,
From the park they’d been.

For the few moments of joy,
The freedom, she will enjoy,
Cleanliness and convenience,
Are opposite in essence.

Missing

What is missing today?
Is a sense of commitment,
Of finding a better way,
For our nature, to augment.

Everyone is for their own,
We don’t stop or pause,
Upon certain things we frown,
Not paying attention to the cause.

Earth needs all the help,
From everyone who can,
As she lets out an yelp!
Seeking from us, a plan!

Passerby

Sitting in the train,
I watch life pass by,
Wafting through the terrain,
A million things I spy.

Looking through the glass,
Wonder if they see me?
Quickly as I pass,
Zooming past the tree.

Children running,
Playing in the fields,
The vision is stunning,
And, happiness it yields!

Work life

Every morning,
At an ungodly hour,
Up I am with the sun,
Why? You ask!
Why, oh Why? I ask too,
Just as the other do,
I work for a living,
Though it now seems,
I live for working!
Aren’t the two,
One and the same?
It shouldn’t be!
To strive for that
Is the ultimate goal.

A day... for you...

I wonder what I can get you?
On this wonderful day!
A gift for you is long overdue,
How about, of wishes, a bouquet?

What will do you justice?
Nothing comes even close,
Is there anything I can reprise?
Offer of love, that forever grows!

Even though an empty hand,
My heart today is bursting,
With dreams for you that are grand,
And hopes that success, life will bring.

For you, I have a lot of respect,
Admiration and appreciation abound,
You are the best in every aspect,
Birthday time, once again, around!!

Happy birthday, dearest!

Earth day, every day!

Spurred by indiscriminate indulgence,
Source of all ills, in quintessence,
Ignorance is not an excuse here,
Living in self deceit, it does appear,
One and all, need to take an oath,
Action is needed, a jolt from our sloth!

Spoken actions

A few speeches,
Knick-knacks to collect,
Is that how we,
Our planet, we protect?

Actions speak louder,
Than mere words,
But, act we must,
To protect the herds.

A great way to start,
It is, nonetheless,
Continue with it,
To solve the distress!

Stressed!

Suddenly I was,
Totally blank,
Ready to panic,
Extremely anxious,
So… not worth it,
Still doing it,
Enigma, that is life,
Do I have a choice?

The problem with exams

If you'd like to hear,
I can go on and on,
I have it all clear,
For now, to me, it dawned.

Exams are a snag,
A hassle, if you may,
To study is a drag,
In the sunny month of may.

Anxiety it breeds,
Waiting for an outcome,
And, in it succeeds,
to foster a general glum!

Prompt: Day 3's prompt from PoeticAsides

Hear Hare

It is the time of the bunny,
Now that Easter is near,
With an anthropomorphic origin,
It is time to spread some cheer.

Spring, its splendor begets,
And to the kids, it is quite dear,
As they hunt and seek the eggs,
Which always seems to disappear.

Gentle creatures of beauty,
Nothing of it, to fear,
Like all other creatures,
needs a bit of revere!

Prompt: Day 4 of PoeticAsides

Birthday!

The little one,
Grows up so fast,
Soon toddlerhood
Will be a thing of the past,
Birthdays, like today,
Continues to accumulate,
Soon, in her ways,
She will go, separate.
In our eyes, little she is,
Will be and continue that way,
Age sure catches up,
Wisdom, the price to pay!

Pink

Pink blossoms abloom.
Beautiful view from my room,
With fragrance like perfume,
Spring is here, I presume.

With love, I will groom,
The responsibility I will assume,
Of nature’s beautiful costume,
Until fall, which is in the loom.

The pink petals consume,
The little passing flume,
Soon summer will resume,
Of greenery, will be a boom!

Prompt: Day 16 of PoeticAsides

Muddled

November is the most muddled month
Thence goes the allure of warmth,
Is the perch of the imminent winter,
Aside, the vivid colors of autumn linger

Puzzled perpetually people are,
Just out of the throbbing heat,
Lay submerged in the pool,
Descends upon them, this month,
Waking up the reverie, this frisson!

Mystic monument

The little yellow house,
With the purple doors,
I wonder what it holds,
Maybe chocolate floors!

Every day, I drive by,
this lovely landmark here,
One with a magical aura,
Like a fairy tale gear!

A picket fence surrounds,
A garden within grows,
It is almost surreal,
As if, in it life slows.

Maybe once I will stop,
Possibly walk by there,
Wonder what I will find?
Will it be a scare?

Prompt: Day 5 at PoeticAsides

Origin

I always wondered,
How language began,
Amazing, how much used
it is, in a lifespan.

Did the first man,
need a way to say?
Signs weren't enough
for ideas he had to convey?

How great it must be,
to create the first word?
From which followed,
the zillion others heard!

Prompt Day one at PoeticAsides

Dawdling

Two geese crossing the road,
Intrusion of civilization?
Or union with nature?
The unhurried pace in tandem,
The cars wait, some honking.

A step, one after another,
Not a care in the world,
No place they need to be,
No concept of time, there is.

Uncorrupted by thoughts,
Without a sense of urgency,
Just the imminent task.

Can we get there one day?
Where contentment rules?

Once touched by goals,
We don’t stop to see!

Are we better off as animals?

Exams!!

Over these books, I pore,
The sweet sights out I ignore,
Spring from my life disappeared,
Exams were always just as I feared,
Practicing the numerous techniques,
Reading those pages for weeks,
Come summer and I will be done,
Until, of course, the next one!!

From a little one's mouth

Can we draw the equator,
Through where we want?
Would that mean the creator
Can be changed on demand?

Can there be reversal of time?
Reverse chronology in place?
Old man to a baby to nothing,
Kids never cease to amaze!

What if I am nocturnal?
Can I sleep during the day?
Kindergarten can wait for me
I will have it my way!

From pilot to a cook, they go,
In a minute, into the future,
Anything they can pretend to be,
That’s just their nature.

Recital

Diminished, she felt in stature,
Amidst the great poets present,
She held her breath and the rolled up poem,
And waited patiently for her turn.

Being introduced, as they did,
Was a blessing and a curse,
Striding up the stairs, there she was,
Out flew her courage and her notes.

Persevering, trudged up,
A deep breath and she began,
The outcome was dazzling,
She walked away with relief and the award!

Repeated routines

Every Wednesday I write,
A poem flirting with the words,
I make up a ploy, new each week,
To, it then I add some rhyme chords!

Every Wednesday I wait,
For the prompt of the week,
Desiring to create a stunning piece,
In my own style, I hope is unique.

Every Wednesday, I enjoy,
The entire literary process,
Of great works from others,
And in it, my own I assess!

Soaring

Prompt: ReadWritePoem

Feet up in the air,
Ground fading away,
The sense of freedom,
With the heart in the stomach,
Up, up and away,
As they rise higher,
Round they go again,
For the thrill of a lifetime.

Isn’t life like that?
Every passing day,
Each decision we make,
Of the consequence we face,
We move away, far,
From familiar grounds,
The sold home we leave
With feet dangling in the air,
All of this for what?
The thrill of a lifetime!

One more time...

Here I go again,
Challenging my brain,
Risking repetition,
Of previous rendition,
Loving the dare,
Of commitments, aware
For the love of rhyme,
NaPoWriMo, one more time!

(you know who you are, thank you always for your wonderful support)

Threshold

Celebrate, as we did,
Our holy matrimony,
Together every step,
we then pledged!
As we enter into
The symbolic threshold,
That was how it was,
And, today years later,
That is still how it is!

(the blur is the effect of lack of a pic handy and lack of a camera handy, and an attempt with the phone, blog friendly being the focus, so not sure if it does serve the tag, but it is a pic of the 'grihapravesam')

Indenture

Life is but a loan,
Contracted with the one,
The years that you own,
Have effects to be borne.

You sign the contract,
Unbeknown to all,
Each day is an extract,
From the infinite scroll.

Every day is a fresh page,
Written from scratch,
You are left to do damage,
Or of it make the patch.

At the end of the pact,
It remains yet unknown,
Continuing with abstract,
For none is ever shown.

Spring Sprung

Something is in the air,
Probably spring is on its fare,
Respite from the winter despair,
Interesting sights to share,
Nature is in her colorful attire,
Gardens bloom in full flair.

Seasons change, come and go,
Part of life, along with it will grow,
Refreshing changes, it brings in tow,
Undone, at times, by men, although,
Nature fights to keep the flow,
Glorious outcomes for her to show.

Reclusive

In solitude, he found peace,
Crowds brought him unease,
To that, he went to great lengths,
Affability wasn’t his strengths.

He avoided people like plague,
His words, always quite vague,
His avertive eyes, never met another,
People, soon of him, didn’t bother.

Into his world, I try to peer,
Maybe he is just austere,
Introverted, is just a quality,
Why show him this inequality?

Versify

A knack for rhyme,
Do I possess?
Topics varied with time,
As events I assess.

Quality not quantity,
I aspire,
Milestones I crush,
For it, I perspire.

Poets Who Blog: Day One of NPM, 2009

Poets Who Blog: Day One of NPM, 2009

A drop in the ocean

Sitting in the dark, I wonder,
Will it be of help? I ponder,
The message is out, loud and clear,
But, is it as bad as we fear?

My little part, that I play,
Accumulate, it will, day by day,
Leave it behind, as my legacy,
Not just rely on others' mercy.

As I observed the earth hour,
The neighborhood, I did scour,
There are others who believe,
Actions will provide the reprieve.

Cliched

Image source: Poefusion

Love is seeking and finds,
Love is direct, at times winds,
Love is earnest as is flippant,
Love is reactive and is planned.

Love comes layered and in bulk,
Love makes you savor and sulk,
Love, in it, you stumble and regain,
Love is tender, with some pain.

Love is elusive and brazen,
Love can slow, or hasten,
Love brings tears and joy!
Love, sure is complex, oh! boy!

For posterity

Of the burden, we carry,
Of issues, we must be wary,
Our children pay the price,
Now ways we must devise.

Ubiquitous in its presence,
Organic - of natural essence,
Green is the new goal,
Of course, there is the toll!

Being green needs prudence,
People, so, are on the fence,
Evaluate one must prior,
Else it could lead to dire!

On man can indeed,
when actions, of speech precede,
Our world in its splendor,
is one to our children, we render!