NAPOWRIMO 2015~ Day 30 ~ Backwards Poem ~ Race Better A For Poem This Make ~


Historical romantic magical

nails and bolts in affix laid

trails lined ordained mystical

pace burning faster surer a at

world dark the up brighten

full diamond black wonderful

pull magnetic jolts rhythmic

race better a for poem this make

Grace Your call I Supreme Muse O

feigned ignorance

ignorance of realms

reigned darkness Night of the Queen

ground the below and

above places

found places known places

sight in world the was darkness in

know will people knew people

hence ages ages ages

ago ages ages ages.

NAPOWRIMO 2015 ~ DAY 29 ~ A Review ~ Connector Electric ~

I challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review.

Mobile Phone

O Mobile Phone I keep thee,
You stay connected, celestially,
In seasons of mists storms or rain
You ease away the pain,
no spaces in distances remain.
O, Mobile Phone! You, like the
light winged Dryad,
Make the communicative melody,

O’ for the Sound of Linkage,
In the New Age,
Opening magic casements,
Orange and blue, black
and Grey, hues spree;
Mobile Phone, I praise Thee;
I stay in touch, with my family
Away, away, I am free, you
gave me my liberty!

Oh, what numbers are these,
what Attic shapes!
I hear’ heard melodies are sweet’
what chimes do jingle,
What messages they bring
what numbness they tingle!
Those unheard are sweeter!
Wait! Let my fingers do the search
Let the communication begin
O Mobile phone! I keep thee safe
You are the greatest connector
Keeper of community!

NAPOWRIMO 2015 ~ Day 28 ~ Bridges Connect ~

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges.


Bridges Connect, we need to reflect
Its not which is the most long or tall
Bridges link to enable the walk across
to merge loving souls, to fill up the loss’

‘Something there is that does not love a wall’
so wrote Robert Frost-
something there is that does not love at all-
though Love makes the world go round, which of
the twelve kinds abounds and surrounds?

I doubt for all I see from above
there is one land mass, open to view
amidst the vast boundless ocean blue
no line no divide All in one stride
one piece linking all, brick by brick
arch by arch, curve by curve, peace to serve
towers tall destined to fall,
walls forsaken
blasted and broken,crushed and crumpled
built for miles in mountainous terrains
hardly hide or hold the reins of stains
andstrains,no gains just partitions and pains;
scattered dead are the remains,known or unknown
all are undertaken, in soil or sea,
all have to go-yet why do we ignore ,no score
the evergreen side by side, grow and abide
ever beside, fresh and seen , scene by scene,
life beyond is the Truth for sure,this side-

is strife,war and death,how short is the sight
for just on the other side, side by side
love and peace and sunshine bright,sparkle
in line all the time waiting to receive
those who wish to serve the Lord-

all they need, to stop and turn and gently move
through the arch , under the curve,
and as we remember the great resurrection
let us turn and not ignore the holy concrete connection.

NAPOWRIMO 2015 ~ Day 24 ~ From Wasteland’ to ‘Partition’

Today, I challenge you to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem.

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On T S Eliot’s ‘Wasteland’


April is the cruelest month, bare branches
Sprouting tiny greens,
life bursting from the lifeless,
A rising,
mixing sorrow of defeat with defiance,
Spring rain drizzles consistently,
snow suddenly surprised us
We stopped in the plains,
leaving the mountains’
Went in half daylight so we should have
Known the path,
and the unknown traversed rarely,
So we should have known the faith,
and the faithful and the Emperors of Icecreams-
Not long ago, when I was a child,
was carried across borders
frightened, slept in a camp for two nights,
-wonder how Mother felt? She never spoke
About those days, then on we
came to Murree Hills, and felt free
And I knew not, was I taking refuge or was it a
New land?
What was left in enemy hands, where
Are the roots that make a family?
Out of the masses who survived who committed
Suicide-you cannot say or guess even for you
Have seen only images and heard only broken voices
Who lost half the thought in trying to forget
Spoke not all-scenes of horror
Heaps of bodies cut and slayed
Blood splattered on trains roads and fields
Death, for a cause? Yet not Jehad or was it?
Many went South, separated, lost, confused-
All said ‘we shall go back, one day’
The Day never came-
And then the beginning of the end-
One by one
Who has seen Spring again, after the Fall
Providence persists prevails
Acceptance and non-acceptance is, what ails
Unreal cities, unreal people, so unlike what
Was expected-
War War War and again War-
When will it end, Terror strikes within
Shelter is scarce, fashion abounds and all
Is a show off! Young dead glorified
on the mini screen, what are they dying for
now? Half the barren land, minerals in ranges
The enemy changed and we thought ’this is Right-
People crowd the roads , daily beggars are children
And who said ‘we shall have enough, and peace”
Mountains and Rocks
Mountains are dangerous, no rocks will give
Shelter, there is no water, nor wells
A waste it becomes, filth in the drains overflowing
And the big man’ said’ we have worked hard’
But the mountains will not protect,
Truth is linked , Faith is strong
It will not be long when the Shadow
Will turn to Light and the darkness will go-
Go in the shadow of the mountain
Sit by the stream and clean all
The mind and soul, wash away to the sea
Impurity, or else be prepared to face,
a tsunami, or the jolts and shakes
there is still a chance-look! Be the Dance
not the dancer, in the circle of life
Come to a still point with Nature
Where nothing matters anymore-
Think and feel, help and heal, the needy
Feed the hungry, for I can see-there comes
Someone-keeps close and watches , ever present
Who leads us on unseen and the Third we say
Who helped us –its not our doing but The Mercy
Of The Merciful-
Bow bow bow –pray praypray
Welcome love from above , eternal peace will stay

NAPOWRIMO 2015 ~ Day 23 ~ 7 of Clubs ~

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Photo Courtesy Google

The number seven is striking.7 heavens come to mind,the seven days the seven wonders of the world and the lucky seven.The story of the seven sleepers but see what a card may strike in the mind and heart.The clubs so symbolic.Ah a club and a Club so many different meanings they have.In a game does seven stand out? What about the seven sisters and the stars in the Northern skies.Seven layers seven folds and the Lord says He has made the sky in layers and see how it hangs without pillars.Seven then is sacred and holy but this card tells me more than it appears.Each dot stands for a period of time,each for a family each for a star each for a day or each for a month or a year..and so it tells me the time and works as a calendar.It tells me about a page in a book and a chapter,it also takes me to the wonderful world of Alice the imaginative girl of the famous book and a poem strikes fresh ‘we are seven’


striking is the number seven

touches the stars in heaven

symbolic so full of good luck

unseen folds without a tuck

dark dome bejeweled at night

weary ones seek seven’s light

this is just a card telling tales

see how it covers timeless scales

NAPOWRIMO 2015 ~ Day 21~ Erasure ~ Wandering

Todays Prompt   ~    An old favorite – The Erasure!


No  possibility of            a walk                                     wandering indeed,   in leafless shrubbery

no company,                   the cold winter wind      brought

clouds    sombre             rain penetrating              further  out-door                                         the question.

long walks               on chilly afternoons   dreadful                                     raw

nipped                                                 saddened                                  humbled


Opening Chapter of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

There was no possibility of  taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question.I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.