For ~ FOWC With Fandango ~ Chosen

                                                                  They  came to see the girl , they had to choose, and then she was chosen
all the time the boy and the boys mother,sat looking at her,she was frozen

wonder what they had in mind, what they expected, what they saw in reality,
her fair color, smoothness of skin, length of hair and body, style of femininity

the tea trolley had felt heavy as she pushed it in the living room, steps heavy
on the carpeted floor, eyelids dropping with sleep, she glimpsed  a fat belly

wondered whose was it in the family chosen for her, for future life and living
‘tea has a good taste, did you make it ? a croaky voice sounded tight n chilling

she dared not raise her eyes, she was not supposed to  typical Eastern attitude
of shyness, maturity, submissiveness, obedience, acceptance,service n servitude

she was relieved when the party left,it was a routine now, coming serving 
smiling pouring tea, waiting getting up,  saying salam and then regretting


she was now beginning to enjoy playing the game of  ‘ Being Chosen’ 
 fairy tale in home forest, trees unseen , freezing  icy, like Queen Frozen

she knew she would never be chosen, life is not a contest nor it is funny
she would make her own story, this was all done with honey and money

2019 ~ NaPoWriMo ~ Day Nine ~ Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.” ' Things Which Bring Peace' ~

Things Which Bring Peace

Reading the Holy Verses early in the morning

listening to the chirping twittering of birds 

hidden in the trees

sound of running water in a stream

watching the river meandering

eagles flying gliding high in the clear sky

music waltzes composed by Johann Strauss

watching fields full of tiny wild flowers swaying

with the breeze

hugs from my children and grand children

a loving smile 

and bowing in gratitude before the Almighty 

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Writing POETRY ~ Nature is Poetry ~

a tiny green leaf, a tiny worm crawling up a tree
trunk, struggling slipping moving up again, life
in its minutest form is beautiful
it inspires awe strikes the eye
touches the heart and soul

 when thoughts transform into words

it becomes the poem of  poetry

see the tree form a pattern 

see the colors of the sky

see the curve of the hillside

and follow the sunlight and the shade
through the valley across the glade

how dwellings are made
gardens laid and flowers planted
fragrance  embedded fruit granted

all these bright and beautiful things

are natures poetic wings

and so I pick up my pen

sometimes my paint brush

and try to capture the truth I see

the real as it is in light and hue

if I have the words I may do good
if I have the love and the feeling

and gratitude fills my soul

I may be a writer and a poet

for  all nature is beautiful in form and scenery

water sea land or tree

All nature is majestic ,all Nature is poetry

For The POET By DAY ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ Joy Beauty and Death , Some Questions ...

A Thing of Beauty Is A Joy Forever
John Keats

I

Beauty is joyful
Is Joy only in nature ?
flowers reflect love,


Love makes us joyous
True love is rare, never found
Beauty? Ever present


If you look around
Truth makes the world happier
Then hate is drowned.



II

Why time stops still
the killer finds the kill
so suddenly coming?

why sharp is the strike
cutting like a knife
leaving us bleeding?

why common places
are becoming Senlac?
why life is a racetrack?

who is fighting for what
and for what winning?
this was not said by

Our Lord so Loving

why we dig but graves to fill?
On top of the High Hill, do you
see Proud Lucifer smiling ?

My heart with fear trembling
cannot for a moment be calm and still
hearing shattered glass and bullets shrill

Another blast another attack-
screams cries blood spilling
why death is brutal and erlking

For The POET By DAY ~ In Response To ~“LIFTING THE SKY” … A POEM FROM THE LATEST COLLECTION OF LONDON’S MYRA SCHNEIDER

'Allow your mind to open to this moment and your arms

to rise as they lift the palpable blue\

English Poet Myra Schneider 

    The sky is never engaged

in  battle,   not does it

itself cause a rattle,blue
 for visions, dark for secrets 

   The sky is never engaged

but shines in grey and gold

the angry  enraged clouds 

make it overcast and cold

 The sky is never engaged

in war nor bombs it hurls,

but sprinkles the darkness

with stars and shiny pearls.

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Fun ~ When I am With Children ~

My way of having fun

would be with children 

playing in Winters

in the sun...

feeling joy and peace

The toys would be paper

and  color pencils

or crayons

In Summers watching

sunsets and stars

finding constellations

would be Treasure Hunt

Fun would be among the trees

or watching a flower show

each child itself like

a flower so

no shopping no buying

though chocolate cake

or brownies would be OK

guessing objects in a bag

in circle time tags

thanking asking telling

sharing helping caring

each to feel equal and

each to be good

each to have respect

each to have understood

my way of having fun

would be to be with children

all happy,all  at peace

no bombs or a gun

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Zero Tolerance ~ No More ~

No more no more,no

hatred or jealousy, no

riding the red horse

we want freedom,rights

zero tolerance, senseless

 killing,forced living

no more no more, no

violence rape or shooting, strive

for peace, save the world.