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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Twenty ~ Cricket By Chance ~

Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game. Your poem could invoke chess or baseball, hopscotch or canasta, Monopoly or jai alai. The choice is yours!


Match game chance, be it anywhere on any land
be it with sword or spear,bat or ball, gun or lance,
forces have fought in thicket and on wicket
dauntless and bold, without fear, songs sonorous
have been sung, as arms raised , aimed and swung,
obdurate pride and steadfast hate in arenas Greek

or Green Grounds, what mighty contest up rising
For no reason just or sound, No crime no blast
no war no treason, just another cricket world season,
But This Game is a Combat on war like footing
Padded gloved helmeted , ready for the shooting
thick as Autumnal Leaves and sedge
Police and crowd will watch the match,
All around the fence , from the edge to edge,
how many will hold and breathe their last ,
as wickets fall, or hands miss a catch,
all eyes on Mohali the final battle ground
a place Eternal Justice ordained and bound
No Trojan Horse or Aegean Sea, no ship or gun
velvet green, a white orb, 22 yards of hit and run
to be weak on it is unthinkably miserable no contestant
spared, no mistake forgivable, who will the new possessor
be, Of a Cup, One in a Game , One in Name , Just One!
Some say the Blues –some say the Greens –

The result is anxiously eagerly excitedly awaited
Whatever it may be , millions are awake , hearts
Beating , hands together in prayers,
The Best will soon be seen.
The aim is to protect the wicket and make a high score
A game of skill , strategy entertainment a fight for sure
The rest is up to the Umpires two and the third
Above All it should be honest and fairplay-no ‘Trick It”
Or else it would really be a war –and ‘Not Cricket’

May The best Team Win-

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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 Sixteen ~ The Wrong Address ~

Today I challenge you to take your inspiration, like our featured interviewee did in the chapbook she co-authored with Ross Gay, from the act of letter-writing. Your poem can be in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.

Light Keeps the Spirits Alight

Dear Friend,

I Wrote I Sent I Waited But,

You never received my letter I never knew
And I thought you did not wish to write
You looked for it and did not find it–
How awfully odd or maybe sad you must have been-
When no postal packet there was on the scene;
What strange emotions from the spirit must have risen?
Oh Dear for the misplacement of the letter May I be forgiven?
I never knew that you never set eyes on the paper blue
And I got a message so prompt so kind, “so nice of you’
What brevity of the wit was writ on the mini screen?
And I thought “a reply, but only words, and words -so few?”
While I was feeling happy at the ink so green——
Ah! Who is to blame for this fallen broken communication?
Who ever thought of raising partitions in a high house construction?
And above all, Nature did not make me so tall
I tried my best to throw the letter high across the wall.

If only I would have been like Thisbe, to speak or see through it–
Or fine fellow Romeo or soft sweet Jerry Juliet
I wish on the beautiful balcony, we had simply- just met;
How you spent all this time
What thoughts crossed your heart and mind?
When the letter you did not find-
That I was insincere- Created a shiver of fear
Maybe brought to the eye, a tear
‘I will never be so near To someone ever again’
I can not bear this stress strain and pain,
Again again and again; You thought-OH I have work to do
I simply can not give time to you—who are you and why you, you—
And I, ME Myself-lifted my heavy self and thought of my thought enhancer-
My Mother! The remover of encumbrancer,
The kind calm patient motivation romancer,
AH -But herself suffering from the Big C cancer,
Would never ever get better, ever–
Taught me the lost art of writing letters;
And placing phrases words and thoughts in phonetic fetters;
I wish I had learnt the art of hurling the discus discs
From the Romans Italians and the great athletic Greeks
AH Then, you would have received my forlorn forsaken epistle
And I would have, to inform you, blown a little whistle;
WHEEEEE” Your post is flung across the Berlin Divide –
Come, Princess! Potentate Doctorate! Rise and Collect!
Take time out to write a reply lest the neighbor forever forget;
I never knew…….the letter went at the wrong address or did it?

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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Fourteen ~ Frost’s Horror ~

Because it’s Friday, let’s keep it light and silly today, with a clerihew. This is a four line poem biographical poem that satirizes a famous person.


Poet of nature in horror dark

woods  apples fire and ice

creating fear fire  and spark

I stopped by the woods, a voice said,’ we’re nice’

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NAPOWRIMO 2017 ~ Day Thirteen ~ Ghazal ~ Seems Like a Dream ~

Today’s is an oldie-but-a-goody: the ghazal. The form was originally developed in Arabic and Persian poetry, but has become increasingly used in English.

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Time that is past,seems like a dream

now I think about,what certitude is


for everything we trust the Almighty

then for worry and stress,no need is


full of deception all humanity today is

then where  righteousness and truth is


individuality narcissism reigns supreme

where empathy compassion pity,then is


today world replete with painful grief is

what nauseating malady disease this is


knowledge degrees sold in markets hot

what then dedicated efforts and vision is


some whispers in silence heard late night

awake too somewhere  late night,who is?


remember not places once abandoned, anjum

faith  belief Truth, one straight path, prayer is

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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).

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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 Eleven ~ Like a Rose Petal~

Prompt for the day: the Bop. The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition.
Image result for withered rose fallen

roses bloom scented colored enriched in beauty

thorns their body  fail to protect,clipped by

the gardener, presented displayed or sold…

similar is it to the feminine soul? buried alive

at birth in honor killed otherwise a thing of

beauty a joy forever ?

Life is tender like a rose petal

thousand years or thousand ships or of ancient Boskop

shifts,skeletons bones fossils prints remain,nothing survives

as laughter dies,time flies, light fades in joy or pain, vain

are we,  forgetful in power and powerful love in gardens

blissful,oblivion reigns supreme, Lethe drowns the crown

Man is surely a loser with an empty godown, an omadhaun,

amassing wealth and castles tall,why is it forgotten that

there was a fall…there will be a fall, after all,after all….

Life is tender like a rose petal

all is not lost’ was Satan’s call, ages ago, yet,still dark

how long do we play and pluck without thought and spark ?

Red or yellow or the Vlach, covered in robes or nikaab...

have we tried to avoid rape, bullet knife or honor hijaab…

know that with kings are queens, man and wife are sacred

like day and night ,dark and light, without one,no tale no head


Life is tender like a rose petal