“I’ve reached the end of the tether …. The team will never deliver the results I want, just like my daughter’s magic doll.” “What about the magic doll?” I’m sure there’s a metaphor coming up. “She gives it a silver wash to make it look like an alien, and the paint cracks up in a … Continue reading Myth of Control
Shobhaa De is a 74 year old pulp fiction author with a long series of books, and Starry Nights is one of her titles. She attracted attention for portraying the sleaziness of higher echelons of society. I've just played around with her book titles for this piece. Snapshots of Sultry days Socialite Evenings Starry nights … Continue reading Shobhaa De – in 100 words
Lifeis notbroken-ness-this disconnectwith my real selfmy inner bonding fallsapart, makes me see black holesin the universe - only toblame others for perceived pathos - andsplinters of false self image pierce the soula wisp of smoke expecting handshakeshow can responses be real,when acts emanate from ashadow self? Acceptancecontinuationof value inlife till wewelcomeDeath https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/03/dverse-poetics-small-change-or-big-bucks/
adore freshness, understand transitorinessanything that's fresh has a short spanfrozen smiles in sub-zero climesas good as Egyptian mummies anything that's fresh has a short spantheir value shifts on a long rideas good as Egyptian mummiessalute them for joys they spread their value shifts on a long rideknow where they started, how you metsalute them for … Continue reading Freshness
Assortment ….by Indira
#228- Assortment
BITTER TRUTH
Among the assortment of
Tasty
Mouth-watering
Delicacies
On the platter
I feel sad
For the singled out
Untouchable
Bitter Gourd
Though
It is the best friend of your gut
This is the bitter truthabout
The bitter guard
But
Who cares for the bitter truth
About
The balance between
The good foodand the bad food
When it comes to
Titillate
Your taste buds
The most dangerous ….by Punam
It does not feel good when made fun of
to take all the insults,
meted out by those in a better position, quietly
to never call out a bully
to know you are right and still not assert self
to never raise your voice against injustice
all these are really, really bad
It is not the worst thing to lose the race to top
It is also not the worst thing to have your heart broken
To be cheated of your hard-earned money is certainly not the worst
nor is being beaten blue and black by the upper caste people
To be leered at and groped is very bad
to be abused, sexually or otherwise can almost kill, still it is not the worst!
to be put behind the bars for having a mind
to have no one at your side
to bow to the tyranny of a tyrant
are…
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Assortment ….by Artie
Egg fish
eel river
urchin sea
all for me
and I’d share
with only you.
Molten or Ablaze ….. by David
ablaze
gaseous fireball
millions of degrees
gigantic nuclear furnace
brings life
chirp, chirp
streaks of feathers
soar and catch the sunlight
along with insects for their young
alight
lemons
ripe, luscious fruit
vivid citrine gems sway
fleshy, mature, rich, flavorsome
heavy
tree hole
busy beehive
hexagonal pattern
molten syrupy honey drips
teeming
nectar
among petals
marigolds beckon in
softly flutter, blush at breezes
golden
ablaze
streaks of feathers
vivid citrine gems sway
molten syrupy honey drips
golden
The above garland cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt: Poets were prompted to write syllabic poems inspired by a color of their choice. I chose the color ‘black’.
ablaze
gaseous fireball
millions of degrees
gigantic nuclear furnace
brings life
chirp, chirp
streaks of feathers
soar and catch the sunlight
along with insects for their young
alight
lemons
ripe, luscious fruit
vivid citrine gems sway
fleshy, mature, rich, flavorsome
heavy
tree hole
busy beehive
hexagonal pattern
molten syrupy honey drips
teeming
nectar
among petals
marigolds beckon in
softly flutter, blush at breezes
golden
ablaze
streaks of feathers
vivid citrine gems sway
molten syrupy honey drips
golden
The above garland cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt: Poets were prompted to write syllabic poems inspired by a color of their choice. I chose the color ‘black’.
The form used is EP Johnson Quintet The form is stanzaic, consisting of two or more quintets. It is of Canadian origin. The rhyme scheme is abbba accca…etc. (Indicating that the ending words of L1 and L5 are repeated in each stanza.) It is syllabic: 8/9/9/9/8 Can this ever be home for me? I look at teal and … Continue reading Incompatible
