Friday, June 7, 2019

In Response To Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt ~ Choices ~ Small ~ I am Nothing ~


a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.










I am Nothing
I am but a speck of dust
my life  soul  spirit is not mine
I am but a form a sound a smile  a thought
my idea my vision my purpose
Is for the Heaven
the Pure the Holy the Forever, above
I am, but just Love.

I am Nothing

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

In Response to POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero: a Pantry of Prose, #4 ~ From the Point of View of Trees~ I Am Enslaved







O’ there they come, I thought I would never see them again, how I have wept, shed countless leafy tears, trembled, swayed, shook with fear, braced many  storms as they struck and thought of my Parent Gardeners. Why did they leave me, the world is cruel so cruel.

O’ my tortured trunk, limbless, disabled, dried,how will they feel. They are  sad at their friends sudden passing away. They have come for condolence.He was the only neighbor who kept the lane clean, planted a flower bush outside his house and sometimes parked his car in my shade. I let him for I knew he loved all plants. I can never forget how he took a stand against his own father to save me when the lane was being laid tiled, everyone wanted the trees uprooted but he stood in my favor.
  The same green car which stood in my  shade  for so many years,  I covered it with my flowers and onlookers said, ‘where is the groom?’ it looked so beautiful with purple flowers all over it and my kind gardeners let them stay, they never swept them away…
I remember how lovingly they planted me where my roots are firm still but I am not the same I will never be…
‘They are standing in front of me, they are sad very sad and I cannot reach out to hug them thank them for all the loving moments, days months and years, they shared with me. Some cruel people have mercilessly amputated my arms, made me disabled incapable of bearing flowers…
How lovely were the sunny days when the kids of the family came and held me lovingly touched me caressed me and held my flowers with full smiles, they made me so happy
Now, I am just a pole for a letter box, some consolation but I will not last long now




   
  


Thursday, May 30, 2019

In Response To FOWC with Fandango ~ War ~ What Man is Warring In or Warring Out ~

FOWC

A war within a war
A war so far a war on a star,
Detonating deafening destructing
A war on sand a war on land


War on terror, war by error?
War for the spoils war for the oils ?
War on the young, war by the young,
Hopeless, groundless, Timeless war;


A war by the armed, on the unarmed
A war by the strong, on the weak throng
A war by dress a war of stress
A war of mess by the thoughtless;


War against flood war against fire
War to spend save, a war to an end?
War against age, war by rage;
A war on a stage a war in a cage


A war of words a war with swords
What man is warring in or warring out
Laying hiding killing mines,building
crushing walls bridges, filling ditches lines


hear cries of enchained spirits ?
bodies writhing raped, murdered
NO WAR the call PEACE ‘the aim'
NO MORE destroying,no false claim;


Senseless, pointless, meaningless,
Time to end deifying war;
Time to end unjust war just for power
A War within a war, a war within a War

A war started in the heavens above
a war cold unseen a war of Faith
Of Obedience surrender or of love
Nothing survives, but Good and Death



(Originally written for POETS UNITED )  © CER 2019

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

In Response To dVerse Poet's Pub ~ Haibun Monday ~: Memorial ~ Air Attack on Shahdara Bagh Bridge Lahore Pakistan 1971 ~




War broke out on the Eastern Front Border of  West Pakistan as it was known as such  since its birth in 1947.East Pakistan was a thousand miles away with Indian land in between.Travelling from West to East was either by air or by sea.This gap affected the relationships on both sides and then the enemy is always ready to grab a chance.
It was  late September or early October in 1971 This was the second time the conflict escalated. The previous clash in 1965 saw me in college but this time I was a young mother with a two month old baby. Returning by road in a driver driven car our destination was the city of Lahore. Home duty and responsibility forced me to travel. With a baby in my lap accompanied by my young brother in law we bravely drove on. When we reached near the city, the main bridge on the River Ravi was under attack. I heard air raid sirens  the sound of jets and the strafing of bullets. We stopped right there on the roadside the place is known as Shahdara also famous for the tomb of the Mughal Emperor Jehangir. I looked out, sat numb,not knowing what to do, held the baby tight, I noticed that the area had lots of palm trees on the side we had stopped...my brother quickly helped me out of the vehicle and we managed to take cover against the closest of trees.Sound of firing kept coming, then a few seconds later two big blasts sounded with loud booming effects.As quickly as they came, the planes were chased away by our air defense forces. A few more minutes and the 'All Clear'' sirens blared. Slowly the traffic began moving. We continued our journey and soon reached home safely across the bridge which remained undamaged. A terrifying experience.
Many soldiers sacrificed their lives for the country.


who die for country
martyrs in honor, alive 
heaven's angels all 





   Photograph of Shahdara Bagh  in the Mughal Rule Era in Indo Pak Subcontinent.

                       https://defence.pk/pdf/threads/lahore-old-pictures.160223/


Tuesday, May 21, 2019

For ~ FOWC With Fandango ~ Chosen

                                                              fowc    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


Tuesday, April 9, 2019

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 

Thursday, April 4, 2019

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

Monday, March 25, 2019

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

Monday, March 18, 2019

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.

Friday, February 22, 2019

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

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

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.



Friday, January 25, 2019

For dVerse ~ Tribute To Poetess Mary Oliver ~ When Death Comes...


                                                                       
when death comes 
like an iceberg...

And when it comes
 I will meet the Angel and smile
and say 'you came before and lifted me quietly,
I felt the pull
I saw my self flying straight up high
it was so swift,the flight
a few seconds and I looked down
oh where are you taking me?
my children are so young
and my parents are in later age
they need me too

 see  they are alone,
And Oh Angel you were so kind
You let me go'
You had permission to do that
and I heard you say something' ?

Now if I have been good
have looked after my parents
and have guided my children
on the straight path
I hope and pray that
 my way, will be illumined
each  day of life ,scented
colorful like daisies

life will begin afresh pure, peaceful
as the Almighty  is Gracious and Merciful 
"I  am precious to The Earth',
I need not be frightened'and definitely
not as simply having visited this world'

May You  Dear Mary Oliver Rest In Peace Amen.




Wednesday, January 23, 2019

For dVerse ~ Poets Pub ~ Shed Some Light On This Today ~



The prompt for today: write a poem (any form; rhyming or not) that includes the word “shed” or a form of the word. I expect to see lots of diversity in the posts for today. Shed your inhibitions and let your imaginations run with it!


my spirit feels light after shedding tears
that were bringing fears, thoughts of  one
unwell and suffering,
how long can one remain in a dull damp shed,
 head down, waiting hoping praying 

Come Come Come'
the sun has shed off its covering
the clouds are sailing away
revealing the bright light
come let us shed our burdens
be grateful and be light

let freedom ring in
let people have the right
for enough blood has been shed
enough land has become red 
enough children and soldiers dead

so let the spirit be free 
and the soul be light
let darkness shed the pall
let there be pure and true light

Friday, January 11, 2019

For POETS UNITED 2019 ~ Midweek Motif ~ Starting Over ~ If Ever I Get The Chance ...

     
                                                                 




        If ever I get the chance
        to make a fresh start

        I will go all the way to Rabat-
        wearing a jambart, will keep
        and push a tea -cart, serving all
        in the street and ghat


my currency will be Thai Baht
will make many and sell, tarts
in bazars and all marts
will accept the Burmese Kyat
then love to rest under Green heart
and wish for a trip to Kalat


but before I depart I will
listen to Beethoven and Mozart
fill a large apple cart
dress up very very smart
will go slow not dart
outsmart all,this will be

my restart