Nature, Peace, Poetry, SPIRITUALISM, Think About This

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ..Silence…The Silent Nest Manifests…


Once again it is the winter rain
so long awaited, as

clouds wander lonely,across the sky float and fly by,

sometimes they grumble sometimes they roar,

sometimes they thunder,sometimes they cry…

when the eyes meet the blues,the whites stand out,

changing shapes, design try

it is the season that leads and feeds winters are dry, gone are the leaves

but have you ever thought,who holds the birds afloat, who balances their wings

as they glide and whistle and sing,how their nest remains set, fixed ?

It is an Autumnal mystery

In silence stays the nest,no complaints against anything
how content the birds are, how tender is their living thing

on empty branches or in thick foliage, life is fine
in rain or sunshine, in silence they confine –

what little sounds they twittering make, is a prayer
for thanksgiving sake, grateful at morn and eve

regular and rare.

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

In The Small Hours


In the small hours,


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


some time in life,

to make two spirits,  meet.


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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

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 Eight ~ Clouds and I ~

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem using Skeltonic verse. Don’t worry, there are no skeletons involved. Rather, Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse).


Get up and
Go outside’
A voice calls
from inside,
I know I have to
look at the sky,
I see clouds
smile at me, 
from up high,
I smile back
I am water,a
form on track,
and so are they
white and grey,
Together we laugh
and tears spray,
Clouds and I
skip and play

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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Fifteen ~ When We Reached The Gate ~

Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. Half a loaf is supposedly better than none



life is an uncertain journey

the road sometimes straight

sometimes tricky, uneven,misty

testing strength courage, gait


one never knows when is halfway

and where,it is a testing wait

happily one begins with lots of

fun joy love happiness and playmate


but then appears the real friction

stoppages bars and restrictions

it all is puzzling and so like a riddle

start lost stranded one is, in the middle


one can see the way,the gate is visible

is it half closed or about to open wide

not so sure for it is quite dark,this side

what makes the way,what is permissible…


Then a voice softly spoke,there is hope

if you have been good so ‘beg’ prostrate’

forgiveness, as good deeds are the ‘keys’

they are ‘force enough’ to open the gate






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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Twelve ~ First Fascination ~

Today, I’d like you to write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration (the use of repeated consonant sounds) and assonance (the use of repeated vowel sounds).

Image result for gloved fingers playing piano

First fascination was the free flowing fine soft

touch of the  finger less gloves on white and black

music keys,nimbly touching notes harmonious

flowing fluently, sideways  sailing like waves joyous,


must have moved through motions of gradus

yarn over, yarn forward, move not, carpus

moving flicking twisting looping,clasping

creating joining needles making fine calathus


hundreds of years predicted and prophecised

a knitter with half fingers would be restricted

but with wonders metacarpus and microdontus

would be in gemini orbited as Castor and Pollux


today I guess I am closing in the solution

with a firm knitting basket and a resolution

with multi colored yarns twisted all over

my knitting half done,  its me…’said Nostradamus’







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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Seven ~ Ring Under My Foot ~

In keeping with the fact that it’s the seventh day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, Elizabeth and I challenge you to write a poem about luck and fortuitousness. For inspiration, take a look at Charles Simic’s “The Betrothal” and Stephen Dunn’s “The Arm”. Need something more? Perhaps these instructions from Elizabeth will get you going!



Image result for pearl flower ring

It looked like a flower on the finger

white and gold,the pearls were milky

mild,did not shine much, but felt calm

a special ring I often wore,found it silky

one day I found,it was no more to be seen

I searched all rooms drawers and shelves

asked my daughters check where I have been

but nothing  nowhere oh how  bad how mean….


Lo where is my rosary dear,lost it is I fear

no misplaced misplaced ,we tend to forget

far ,farther,here there,where, by or near-

how things vanish, appear and disappear,


look look  sing a dirge send Satan away

I will find both ring and rosary,come what may

Go Satan Go, I am not afraid , Go far away

today is the seventh…7th lucky day


every day is a lucky day every moment too

if we but pray truly and alert be, calm stay

my ring I found as I  walked, on the terrace

I felt a hard thing under my foot, hey hey….


strange way the ring did come, stranger still

the rosary,inside the cupboard on top shelf

I guess the angel replaced it there himself

odd place for a rosary to be, felt a deep chill…..


it all happened , all in one day for seventh

it was till seven remained, panicked to miss

but faith and hope got strong,it was not long

before the beads appeared and ring brought bliss….