Literature, Nature, Peace, Poetry, SPIRITUALISM, Think About This

In The Small Hours

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In the small hours,

when

quiet are the bowers
and drowsy sleep overtakes,

 

visions with visible spaces
appear and keep me awake;
restlessness engulfs the soul
and I pray as

thoughts of someone float

stay deep and the
soul needs a reason to

believe and ask?

Please O’ Lord

keep

some time in life,

to make two spirits,  meet.

Ameen

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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Twenty Nine ~ He Listens Forgives, Again and Again…

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo). It could be the setting of the sun, or your Aunt Georgia telling the same story at Thanksgiving every single year. It could be the swallows returning to Capistrano or how, without fail, you will lock your keys in the car whenever you go to the beach.

wheIMG_20170219_170138_041n peace is just round the corner
which corner? a voice whispers…

the unseen
in the fog creeps silently sails by

when silence is just broken by chirps…
which birds?
a voice whispers…

 

the silent
trees sad yet sturdy, stay fixed
when food is scarce in shops full…
which bazaar?

a voice whispers… the hungry
on the road wipes the tears dry
when every night dogs bark and keep
barking…

who is it…a voice whispers
unseen yet visible
spirit …who listens

so hope must not die
as clouds shower,
do they cry? no…they bless
For they know we need them

So keep hoping, again
and again they come,
they are sent, with rain
ease away the pain….
keep praying

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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Twenty _ Four ~ Soft Smile ~

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Your soft smile,with shining eyes
Expressing a thought that lies,
Deep inside, a world, so full,
Of love and all things, beautiful;
These memories will linger, in my mind,
Bringing lovely sounds in silent times,
Brushing away sorrow and fear,
A cold sigh or a tiny tear;
Oh, why the chains of cruel time
Force me away from these peaceful thoughts
to realizations, so drear and dull;
Is there anything new and great
Outside my little world so straight,
Fresh like the morning dew
Scented like the beautiful rose,
Making me happy,
like your lovely smile.

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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Twenty One ~ ‘Honey Tea, Honey Tea’

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something you’ve heard on the radio, or a phrase you remember from your childhood, even something you overheard a coworker say in the break room!

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Evening Tea time is one of the best times
in a day of family life.
I miss that time.This is how it used to be.
Teapot on the top of the gas heater,
spreading a strange aroma in the dining room,
Oh No! This was no ordinary dining room..
it was the pillar of family strength and unity.

My father no less than King Arthur and we the gallant Knights
gathering morning afternoon and evening at the wooden table,
covered with a multicolored sheet which inspired us at every sitting
Words still touch me words I still hear
‘Honey Tea, Honey Tea, was Father’s command
Mother  gracefully placing the embroidered Kashmiri teacosy,
lay the English teacups with the crimson lining,
floral pattern and the golden rim,elegantly royal.
Every evening was a memorable occasion.
Tea time was a religious call..no one could miss it..
it brought us together, it kept us close,
it gave us love, comfort and warmth;
it was a time of sharing thoughts asking advice
telling stories and school tales;
it was the best time of my family life.
It was always Lipton Yellow Label, our family favorite.
Throughout the year tea was the favorite drink.
Mother always used the electric kettle for boiling water.
“It maintains the flavour” she would say.

Fresh is the sweet memory of tea
with condensed milk which came in tins from Holland
and tea was so special with it…. the year was 1962,
unforgettable tea sipping in the mountains of Gilgit North
“Tea is there where ever you go” “Mixed or separate, ma’am?’
Oh my thoughts were broken by an asking voice.”er no..separate”
I never could develop the concept of mixed tea
and served so hot..you always burnt your lip at the first sip. I waited
my soul sensed the familiar aroma ..this time of love ,
life, and laughter yes. it was tea that had kept us alive
and united in the family bond.
“Your cup is getting cold” someone said..
‘Oh no, My cup will never be cold…as it was always filled
up to the brim..with the Honey Tea of Life”.
I relaxed
as I slipped deep into the sweet aroma of Lipton Yellow Label

‘Honey Tea Honey Tea’ family favorite….

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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Eighteen ~ Penwocky Land ~

Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates neologisms. What’s that? Well, it’s a made-up word! Your neologisms could be portmanteaus (basically, a word made from combining two existing words, like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel”) or they could be words invented entirely for their sound. Probably the most famous example of a poem incorporating neologisms is Lewis Carroll’s

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For Day  18 …Sharing a Jabberwocky Poem from My Unpublished Novel Pencil Adventures

O Great Quake , O Humble Licneps
In Peniland, penbell rings,rings
pen hurry pen hurry pen hurry,
cutters  come after pointed things.

O Lord Thoth, this lead is weak
does not allow Pencillons to speak
it has shown in pasty experience
Open! it can write,close it, to beat.

O Thief of Words,stolen is the lead
false black untrue slim and dead
orange yellow purple green or red
boxmates all, chewed cut and held.

O Licneps now,secure all PID cards
Great United Pencillation of Bards
protest,as sneaky slates in smoky
screens hidden with unseen pards

enter to corrupt phablets gapes
no gorrillas keymons or apes
nor saurasdinos in green capes
can save numbers dots or shapes.

word war has begun…alert all
Pencillons and Pencillions

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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Four ~ Dismantling the Scaffolding ~

Today I’d like you to take some inspiration from Elgar and write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle….

new lifeCruelly cold quelling seas, wave by wave recede,

conceding blocks of rugged killing cutters white,

half hiding half guiding,drifting sliding

dissolving unseen like celestial moves, bright

unfolding backdrops from range to range

as far as the eye can see, tis not the same

 roots deep undertaken, stir and stretch for action

 awake arise’  pull and push, tis time for resurrection

stark and stiff,lonely barks branches bare

after months of separation,now ready to share

 sounds in the skies, merry melodies we adore

 no perfumes sweeter than  so sweet petrichor

blessings abound after hibernation in store

rainbows shine, reawakening in color galore,

what revelation descends in moments surprising

Time begins to dismantle the  unseen scaffolding

 

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For Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 292 ~ Golden Almandine Descends on Aventine ~

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Golden Almandine rising or setting,  strikes

descends on ancient Aventine, as

divine light in sweetness touches

like velvet, in Winter time, smoking away

misty chills, up on trees,down on fields,

high on foothills alike,for

corvine, hirundine and cervine,

for days months and years _

And I opine, stroking my pet feline

as she purrs a loving sign

Roman Royalty is astir, ere long the

spiraling smoke has added itself to

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call for the murrhine casks’

fill them to the brim with red wine

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dressed in levantine, let the celebrations begin

while the golden almandine, does shine…

nothing lasts nothing is yours nothing is mine

words to use…

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