Monday, June 30, 2014

In Response to Brenda's Wordle 167~ People Play All the Time ~

'All the World is a Stage' All  People merely players'
some play at different places some at different levels

some play cool some play havoc some create terror
while guns fire bullets rain some watch in horror

some just scratch,  hold the keys while others kill 
a few give orders  some  just wait and  stand still

some are warned and shown a card yellow
playing bad and wrong you are dead in red

a single move bite, a single push of the head 
is just a phase of the test competitive match

if the approach is right strong and aggressive
the result will surely be glinting gold successive

Human Life is a speck of dust a grain but
what is really true is the inner spirit,attached

Saturday, June 28, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ The Living Dead ~ Honouring our Poetic Ancestors ~ Lord Byron ~ 'She Walks in Beauty'

Rosemary Nissan-Wade of POETS UNITED  has made a 'Great Choice and just right for this time of the year'.'
For me it brings nostalgic memories of college days when 'Romance and Romanticism ' was in the air' Keats
 Shelly Wordsworth and Byron the Lord all were in our hearts and souls'
The term Romanticism had different connotations till I studied English Literary Poetry as a subject. 'Romantic Age' was the period in the History of English Literature when writers turned towards' Nature' to write about 'Humanity flowers clouds oceans trees and the human emotions as 'love in its true form' Out of the 'drawing room' came the Lords and Ladies and we got 'Daffodils' and so many other classics, the poem I wish to share 'She walks in Beauty' by Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron, better known as Lord Byron (1788-1824), was an English poet of the Romantic period. As a Romantic, he embraced the power of the heart over the power of the mind. As a result, much of his work shows an admiration for the natural world, and expresses a desire to move closer to that world, which Romantics associated with human purity, or innocence.

She Walks in Beauty

by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

In Response to Brenda's Wordle ~166 ~ Plague of Guns ~

Tarot Cards reflect destiny or is it preset
what we do is always right with no regret

dance kiss seduce rape and then kill
Ah that is exactly what evil calls refill

Who is Penny ? for how many pennies
the best of molds on dreadful journeys

never was the world non violent after Eden
using stones sticks catapults guns forbidden 

the longing to be in a state of levitation 
no more dark magic show presentation

O Creatures great and small,in flowing flood
Stop gay dance pray' lest plague get you in blood

Wordle for the Poem: 

Saturday, June 21, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ I Wish I Had Written This ~ It matters that life lives through you'

Rosemary Nissen-Wade has presented a Poem by Poet  Roger S. Keyes

'Hokusai says
Hokusai says look carefully.
He says pay attention, notice.
He says keep looking, stay curious.
He says there is no end to seeing.'
Deeply grateful and highly appreciate the amazing lines shared here at Poets United keeping enlightenment bright and alive...
In the first reading it gives a feeling of the simple philosophy of life but as one reads on the philosophy becomes strikingly sharp. 'Its about 'what matters in life' and that is the true gist of the purpose of existence'
'Everyone has to find a way to live with fear' how true.'Just a few days ago I wrote 'six words' which I felt reflected my life's stance in these times when killing is rampant' who kills for what' no one knows'
'Stray bullets don't frighten me anymore' and I realized that strength of faith is the rope to hold onto...
'Everything lives inside us'
He says live with the world inside you'
It matters that life lives through you' as Ms Sanjida O Connell writes in her book 'Mind Reading' ' a person is a person through other people'We are made of a delicate network of relationships of interdependence.We are meant to complement each other.All kinds of things go horribly wrong when we break that fundamental law of being'
This weeks amazing presentation inspires me to write and share some thoughts that keep surging rising like restless waves in my mind heart and soul.They emerge through the windows of the soul and flow through life's fabric to merge with the threads close to the heart invisible to the worldly robotic feeling less majority.

Life is full of strange stories
And I find it difficult to select.
 I must share the fact about faith loyalty sincerity
 love and mixed with all this lies deception. 
Many try to beguile with a smile,
with a handshake,with a cup of tea,
with an ice cream cone with a sandwich 
with a burger with a coke and
 somewhere in many corners with a can of beer
 a tumbler of cocktail and …
a song and dance …and then a hot steak…
I cried
I cried for my homeland
 I cried for my people
 I cried for the women and children
 and I cried for my helplessness…
I cried for fear
 I cried for love of the future generation
 I cried for those who tried their best
 to heal the world and gave their lives,
 I cried for elders who worked tirelessly 
to make a family survive, 
who helped migrants to settle,
 I cried for the new displaced families
 on the roads and I cried for I saw the time
 when I too was a migrant child.Has life changed? No

I see blood I see bullets I see tanks I see guns I see barbed wire
All these are the same things which I saw had been parked aside

Oh My Dear Lord please forgive us and guide us,
illumine what in us is dark 
a birthday comes it came and went
What is  birthday happiness ? then...
June you are the best month 
and this year more so as you touch
 the Holy Month before you go…
I am happy for I was with my family
 and my family had me…we need to be grateful for all 
the blessings we are blind to
pray do not go for more as we have enough
 more than enough love kindness care 
home and a homeland …
Dear June
 you were never so red but
 I am hopeful for you have always brought gifts
 for me -please bring gifts for all the people this year
Blow cool winds shower cool rain 
and drench us all with peace and gratitude…


I think I hear some thunder in the distance I will go and check….

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Light and Dark ~ "Not The Last"

It is always the same day and night
darkness prevails before the light
Nature loves us in all colors
gives us perpetual favors
we count the days
we say it is the last
sometimes shortest
sometimes longest
each moment becomes the past
boundless open and vast
Blessings abound slow and fast
majestic evening descends
as I too watch through

the living room window
beauty merges and emerges
it is not the last but just a cover
as the year end crosses over
colors, lights, birds and leaves
quietly doze off to sleep
 evening  time Nature's enrapture
as I click my camera,  to capture...

Saturday, June 14, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Number 13 ~ Uncountable They Twinkle ~

Be it celestial or terrene 
from Azbine to  Phillipine
Life revolves around numbers
one to a dozen twelve to 13-

One means power and so does 3
but who decides this who knows
Hellen Dauphine Clementine or Spalpeen?
that lucky or unlucky is number 13?

be it coincidence or deliberate action
9+4 or 1/3 fraction, chaos or mess
12, traditionally signifies completeness
13 makes 'friggatriskaidekaphobia' and stress"

12 lines  on paper full moon in the sky
the day past, sun hot and high
no cloud nor wind nor storm nor rain
but a plane shot down 4+9 die in Ukraine

The Power is One and Only One
Who Created, countless numbers
uncountable they twinkle to show the Way
choose the Right Path Believe, the Stars, say"

Friday, June 6, 2014

For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Lost Art of Letter Writing ~ ' The Letter Flew the Wrong Way ~

There was a time when letters were written enclosed in an envelope and thrown over the wall-The receiver would then be sent a text message of ' mail dropped receive please' This particular letter somehow slipped behind the newly placed washing machine on the terrace and was abandoned as lost for many days and so these lines came into being.........

Dear Friend I Wrote I Sent I Waited 

You never received my letter I never knew
And I thought you did not wish to write
You looked for it and did not find it--
How awfully odd or maybe sad you must have been-
When no postal packet there was on the scene;
What strange emotions from the spirit must have risen?
Oh Dear for the misplacement of the letter May I be forgiven?
I never knew that you never set eyes on the paper blue
And I got a message so prompt so kind, “so nice of you’
What brevity of the wit was writ on the mini screen? 
And I thought “a reply, but only words, and words -so few?”
While I was feeling happy at the ink so green------
Ah! Who is to blame for this fallen broken communication?
Who ever thought of raising partitions in a high house construction?
And above all, Nature did not make me so tall
I tried my best to throw the letter high across the wall.
If only I would have been like Thisbe, to speak or see through it--
Or fine fellow Romeo or soft sweet Jerry Juliet
I wish on the beautiful balcony, we had simply- just met;
How you spent all this time
What thoughts crossed your heart and mind?
When the letter you did not find-
That I was insincere- Created a shiver of fear
Maybe brought to the eye, a tear
‘I will never be so near To someone ever again’
I can not bear this stress strain and pain,
Again again and again; You thought-OH I have work to do
I simply can not give time to you—who are you and why you, you—
And I, ME Myself-lifted my heavy self and thought of my thought enhancer- 
My Mother! The remover of encumbrancer,
The kind calm patient motivation romancer,
AH -But herself suffering from the Big C cancer, 
Would never ever get better, ever--
Taught me the lost art of writing letters;
And placing phrases words and thoughts in phonetic fetters;
I wish I had learnt the art of hurling the discus discs
From the Romans Italians and the great athletic Greeks
AH Then, you would have received my forlorn forsaken epistle
And I would have, to inform you, blown a little whistle;
WHEEEEE” Your post is flung across the Berlin Divide –
Come, Princess! Potentate Doctorate! Rise and Collect!
Take time out to write a reply lest the neighbor forever forget;
I never knew……..

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Remembering the Tank Battle of Chawinda ~

This week POETS UNITED takes up a striking writing motif of Public Protest and History combined.
My experiences reveal that Protests always begin in a peaceful state but later end up in violence.If Protests are for the Basic Rights then the struggle must continue till success.Then in comes determination and a profound spirit of sacrifice.

Independence gained at a huge cost of human sacrifice must be defended protected and preserved.When the time comes the nation stands up to the demands and so the Midweek Motif gives the writer an opportunity to honor the Brave as the Chinese Patriot steadfast in front of the tank.

                The Battle of Chawinda was a part of the Sialkot Campaign in the War of 1965.
      It was one of the largest tank battles in history since the Battle of Kursk in World War II. Wikipedia.

For Freedom
When peaceful protest fails
and protesters are put in jails
then forces must  stand
bravely to defend the land-

In Attack
outnumbered  ten to one
crawled under enemy tank
martyred to glory sank in
body  blood in native sand

In loyalty
you saved the land
blasting enemy tanks
with bravery supreme
grenades in hands

In honor
you remain for ever you live
those who die a life they give
and repel the enemy aggressive.

And now I say and know
battles have been fought
public protests prevail
as Freedom must be saved
at all cost-

In Freedom There is Fear
When close and dear
one, is no more,

In Freedom there is Blood
When All you made in life
Is washed away in flood

In freedom there is sacrifice
When all you claim and own
Is taken away without a price;

In freedom there is Liberty
For many just a statue
All fights, no rights, nor equality

In Freedom there are letters
promises and false hopes
as soon you are in iron fetters;

In Freedom I was born
I never saw my land
I long for its beauty
In dewdrops shining
In the morn-

In Freedom there is a gift
treasure not and you find
it floating by and adrift;

In Freedom there is love
peace and harmony
Hold it strong
with the rope above;