Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, April 19, 2013

Triplets on Observation - Creative Challenge #246


Have you ever noticed

When someone says “Trust me…”

Trust walks out the door?

 

Have you ever noticed

When the amused don’t smile

Their eyes crinkle and sparkle?

 

Have you ever noticed

The knowing of a parent

When their child is in danger?

 

Have you ever noticed

When you are sad and no one knows

Your pet sits with you in silent comfort?

 

Have you ever noticed

The opposite of “I Love” is not “I Hate”

But the phrase “I Loved…”

 

Have you ever noticed

When we don’t know what to do

We cling to the familiar ?

 

Have you ever noticed

That when you are hugged

You can tell if it was meant?

                                                      

Have you ever noticed

That in our Silence

We notice all things?
 

 

 

Monday, December 10, 2012

Despair

A Maze of to do lists
Surrounds my life.
Everything seems to be
Yet its too much for me.
Driving far but getting nowhere,
Doing a lot yet seemingly undone,
Working, or so the tired bones whisper,
Repeating, everyday the same way.
Dark, dreary and rushed,
Yet mundane mornings,
To wake up to.
And tired evenings
When the mind just falls off
Without Knowing
Into a fitful,
Dreamy yet dreamless sleep.
Waking inevitably to the call
Of things to be done
Of lists to get through
Talking seems a waste
Cause nothing gets understood
Nothing is worthy of being understood
Maintaining a resentful silence
Breathing deep to keep the peace
Restlessness bothers the whole being.
A lull exists,
In the chaos of change
Lost destinations, unmapped territory
Invisible despair shows
Through unseen spirit
Hunched over, hugging knees
Keeping together
Whats left of me.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Letter from a Mother

Dear Child,

I know you want to grow up
Grow up as fast as you can

Yet, I ask you
To use this as a lesson in patience

Growing takes time
 There will be times when you grow on the outside

And times when you grow on the inside
 Both are needed

No amount of hurrying will lessen that time.


I know you want to talk like older people
Use words that they use

Yet, I ask you
To not tax your tongue

Into saying what you dont understand
Words are precious and powerful

Take your time learning the words,
Learning their meanings,

So you can really mean what you say.
  
I know you want to look like an adult
Wear clothes like them

Yet, I ask you
To think through before you dress

Ask yourself -
Am I comfortable in these?

Is this appropriate for the occasion?
As sad and unfair as it is, clothes do make a (wo)man

Doors open or shut depending on what you wear.

I know you dont want to listen

To parents, when you have friends
Yet I ask you to stop and listen

Listen to the love and concern in their voices and words
Listen to their knowing of the world around you

They have experience, you havent yet earned.
They have lived longer than you, learned a thing or two

You dont have to do like they did
 But stop and have a conversation with them.

When all is said and done

It matters not how fast you grew
but how steady a person you are

It matters not how many adult words you use

but how your words made the other feel
It matters not how fashionable you were

but how elegant your spirit is
It matters not how many friends you have

but how many touched your soul

It matters not if you didnt do what your parents did
but how well you did what you do

Its about how tall you can stand
When there is no applause.

 
Loving you always,
Your Mother.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Creative Challenge #218 - Hot

Summer's heat quenched with
Cane juice and watermelons,
Sugar-palm  fruits and buttermilk.

You walk by, Cool as a cucumber
Holding me with a smoldering look
My quenched thirst , thirsts again.


Saunter through here for more CC #218

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Creative Challenge #214

Salt the simplest of flavours,
Most basic of condiments.
What would life be, without Salt?

Salt, like People,
Hold personalities of their own.
Some are kosher, some not.
Some Flaky, fall off before you eat.
Some Earthy, a pinch in a drink,
Cramped muscles, ease from the brink.
Powdery, jacks of all trade,
yummy curries are made.
Crystalline, quite set in its way,
Sculptured lamps in exotic ways.

With salt, Were discovered lands across the sea;
With salt, Gandhi made History;
With salt, Trade routes born;
With salt, Superstitions are borne
Sharing salt makes a loyal friend
Throwing salt over the shoulder, keeps the devil at bay.
Marking salt around a place, protection from evil.
Offering salt, shouldnt pour from hand to hand but picked up.

Salts, on People,
Flow through a sweat of metaphors
Warriors, battle with the salt of honour.
Sages, wise with salt of truth.
Sportsmen, win with the salt of practise.
Lovers glisten with salt of passion.
Farmers smile with salt of toil.
All of us, The Salt of the earth.

Salt, the simplest of flavours,
Most basic of condiments.
Salt, beats blandness out of Life.

 

Tour the Creative Challenge #214,

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Creative Challenge #213 - Aqua

Crater lake, Panoramic

Crater Lake, OR, USA.

Famous world over
Known with different Names-
Apas, Aqua, Ab, Eau, Mizu
Neeru, Paani, Taneer, Vada
Wearing different costumes-
Clouds, Hail, rain, snow and steam
Your tender touch, soaks our earth
Quenching our thirst.
Cradling civilizations,
Then and Now
Your presence, a perfect yin-yang
Giver,
     taker
          and sustainer of life
                                Water.

Tour Word and Picture Smiths of CC #213

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Ease - Creative challenge #204

She lives up to her name

With a warm, sunny disposition

Warmth oozed from her with ease

In the reach of her hand

And the touch of her palm

In the tilt of her head

And the smile of her eyes

In the lilt of her voice

And the pout of her lips

Her face, a mirror to her soul

What she felt showed.

So if you saw her cold,

And feel unease,

Learn to see,

Through her eyes.

You will find,

A mile of unresolved thoughts,

A horde of un-forgiven deeds,

A hive of unforgotten trespasses,

With, layers of analysis, to get through.

For all her easy warm summers

There are those eerie winters.

So if you profess to love her

Remember to be the summer in her winters

And keep her warm with ease.

 

Tour other wordsmiths of the Creative Challenge

Monday, May 7, 2012

I am here

As much as I care about you.

As much as I love you.

As much as I enjoy doing things for you.

As much as I wish to erase the things that hurt you,

I cant.

I see the tear line your eyes.

And let my tears flow, in your stead.

While I will you strength, to carry on.

Hoping, you know I am here,

No matter where you are,

I will be thinking of you.

Its all I can do for you.

Ghosts of past love

If I ignore you,
 
Would you evaporate,
 
Like the mighty mists under rising sun?
 
If I ignored you some more
 
Would you disintergrate
 
Like the nightmare I woke from?
 
If I ignored and deny ignoring you
 
Would you become a secret part of me
 
I would never know exists,
 
Yet, comes out every once in a while,
 
To haunt my seeming existence?

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Creative Challenge #198-Dormant

With all the dormant guilt

If I had a planet, built

It would be so heavy,

The solar system will need a levee

To stave off, its sinking pull.

 

My spirit wasn’t dead but quiescent

While he thought it deficient

A few years under his thumb

My spirit, felt like pond scum

That stuck under a wandering shoe.

 

There was latent rage

That was difficult to assuage

I stored it all, like white phosphorous

Waiting for ignition, was torturous

Relieved, as fire burned his world to ashes.

 

Tour the CC #198 

Monday, March 12, 2012

I see You

 

On my walk this morning,
A tree stared at me.
“I see you” it whispered
Asked me questions,
I didnt want to answer.
We starred at each other
For a while
Not wanting to be defeated
By its stare
I took its mugshot,
A proof of its rudeness
Saved for posterity
Captioned “I see you too!”

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Creative Challenge #192 - Poem

When I stand before you

Alone in our alone-ness

I suffer a sensory overload

Your eyes drown my thoughts

Your voice entices my being

Your lips make me yearn

Your hands make me yield

What I hold dear

My sanity, becomes insane

In that moment,

who I am, is forgotten

My mind's map becomes invisible

My voice is lost in silence

A part of me is torn

Between wanting to be Me

And melding with you, in one-ness .

Holding on to the tiny sliver of sanity

I turn my back and walk away.

When the distance blurs you

From my sight,

I sit down and pour what I feel,

On to parchments, of verse, prose or imaginings.

 

Tour the Talented wordsmiths at CC #192

Friday, February 3, 2012

That kind of day

Its that kind of day

When life goes its own way

The Coffee had salt

I swear, it wasnt my fault

The knife fell on its tip

And my toe it did nip.

Hot oil flew out of the wok

Burning a hole in my sock

Dinner was charred

Shiny utensils, marred.

My brain took a walk

Lost its way back to the skull dock.

Its been that kind of day

I hunker and hope it doesnt stay.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Societal Heydays

In Her heydays

When power she could sway

She said “Boys will be boys”

When her son looked up the skirt.

When he stabbed the family cat.

When he slapped his sister for disobeying him.

 

In Her heydays

When power she could sway

She said “Girls ought to be like Girls”

Encouraging her daughter to act coy

Never to oppose the authority of the Male

Never to speak her mind, leave alone act on it.

 

In Her heydays

She let the son explore freedom with Freedom

She arrested her daughter with Honor

Son, the Heir, here to stay;

Daughter, the Honor, to give away.

 

In the Now.

She watches her life’s work unravel

As the Heir imprisons Honor,

In the name of freedom

She inherits the prison and loses Her honor.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Dear Child

Dear Child,

 

I know you want to grow up

Grow up as fast as you can

Yet, I ask you

To use this as a lesson in patience

Growing takes time

There will be times when you grow on the outside

And times when you grow on the inside

Both are needed

No amount of hurrying will lessen that time.

 

I know you want to talk like older people

Use words that they use

Yet, I ask you

To not tax your tongue

Into saying what you dont understand

Words are precious and powerful

Take your time learning the words,

Learning their meanings,

So you can really mean what you say.

 

I know you want to look like an adult

Wear clothes like them

Yet, I ask you

To think through before you dress

Ask yourself -

Am I comfortable in these?

Is this appropriate for the occasion?

As sad and unfair as it is, clothes do make a (wo)man

Doors open or shut depending on what you wear.

 

I know you dont want to listen

To parents, when you have friends

Yet I ask you to stop and listen

Listen to the love and concern in their voices and words

Listen to their knowing of the world around you

They have experience, you havent yet earned.

They have lived longer than you, learned a thing or two

You dont have to do like they did

But stop and have a conversation with them.

 

When all is said and done

It matters not how fast you grew

but how steady a person you are

It matters not how many adult words you use

but how your words made the other feel

It matters not how fashionable you were

but how elegant your spirit is

It matters not how many friends you have

but how many touched your soul

It matters not if you didnt do what your parents did

but how well you did what you do

Its about how tall you can stand

When there is no applause.

 

Loving you always,

Your Mother.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Five Liner - Dreaming or Waking

Dream, we wake from,
Knowing it was a Dream.
Life, we never wake from,
Never knowing it was a Dream.
Existence - Waking and dreaming seemlessly.

In my Dreams

In my dreams,
The world is Green
With so many streams
Trees rustle and preen.
Hearts are Warm
Gentle winds in the Palm
Night stars shine  bright
People shine their light
Such wondrous dreams, I dream

In my dreams
Lives filled with love
Kindness rides on the wings of dove
Passion in every hearts cove,
Humanity reigns every soul
Children and elders part of a whole
Youth, hardworking and fair
Truth, every soul does share.
Such wondrous dreams, I dream

Each time I wake
I sigh, knowing it was a dream
Wishing never to wake
The next time I dream.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Creative Challenge #157 - Undeniable

In Noise and Numbness,
In our imagined Powerlessness
Lies the camouflage for lies,
For All of the lies, one buys.
We struggle and refuse to be
In the silence of our being
For if we did
Undeniable, would be Truth
Frolicking  in eternal youth.

 

 

Tour CC#157 

 

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Creative challenge #152 - Repose

I had to try out this format so here I  am. Hope you enjoy it. Thank you Tim(aka Gileson).  I am borrowing your explanation of the format.

Tetracty is a poetic form consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20).  Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count.  Tetractys can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.   Double Tetractys:  1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10

Closed
Mine Eyes
Dream in peace
Cozy my heart
As tranquility flows, into our world.

Sleeps a child, cuddly soft, awakening
heavens around,
Bliss is mine
As I
Sleep.

Tour CC #152

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Creative Challenge #150 - The Fine Me.

Everyone says I am fine,
But I hear  the difference
In the tone of their voice
And, I see different
In the hold of their shoulders.

Everyone says I am fine
But I feel the difference
In their step as they walk
And, I know different
From the waterline in their eyes.

I remember Me,
When my voice was fine
         But I wasnt.
When my shoulders slouched
         Yet I kept a straight spine.
When with each step,
           I heaved a black hole.
When my eyelashes leveed
         To hold the waters in.

Everyone says I am fine,
While I know different,
Letting them Be.

Tour CC # 150