Thursday Tidbits: When Icicles Hang by the Wall

Let me make it clear in the beginning, that title is not mine.  It is the title of one of William Shakespeare’s sonnets from Love’s Labor’s Lost. I will explain below why I chose this title.

During last week of December, 2018 we visited Zion National Park.  There, on our hike on Temple of Sinawava Trail and the trail to the Emerald Pools, we saw icicles hanging by the walls of the majestic cliffs.  This brought back memories from my highschool days , and believe me that was a long long time ago,where our poetry textbook had the poem with the title above  as a required reading.img_4044_icicles3_resizeimg_4100_icicle2_resize Continue reading “Thursday Tidbits: When Icicles Hang by the Wall”

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Forty-Five~by rldubour

” ” a poetic description of the current POTUS” by a writer with a penchant for story telling of American history through his gifted poems.

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Forty-Five

Image result for white house out of work

Who is this guy they call forty-five?

He can’t be trusted just always lies!

He suspected of treason he can’t deny

Brainless idiot he runs and hide.

He attacks Americans and the media

Ignorant in mind about an encyclopedia

Racism and Sexism he thinks he’s great

Divides Americans and the human race.

His Grandpa was a pimp and tax evader

Claims at our border is all invaders.

His father was a member of the KKK

He screwed his brother as he went his way.

Surrounded by his rich friends

His greed and ignorance does not end

Everyday there is something new

The United States he is out to screw.

The world leaders think he is just a clown

It’s money he wants but he’s going to drown.

The American people are smartening up

Will take years for his mess to cleanup

Look at him people there is no mystery

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Ghazal to Bob, in the Night

Excellent tribute to Robert Okaji’s Ghazal to the night with another ghazal from the talented writer.

Prairiepomes

It’s a new year, but I haven’t changed. I cannot resist responding to awesome poetry. I do hope Mr. Okaji will forgive me taking his name in this vein…

Anchors aweigh, we settle lower in the water
every year we are blessed to yet bob in the night.

Pockets emptied, we cast vestments to slaughter
turn off laundry room light, let them bob in the night.

Emails disappearing, this century’s unvouched for alibi
electronic dog runs away, to chew, bark, bob in the night.

Neither owl nor island, fresh thoughts loom in memory’s murk
half-drowned in self-reflection, they bob in the night.

Your bones, oh smoky altar, are consumed like breath
like breath, their essence left to float, and bob in the night.

This river, carried by the sun, carries a boat carved with runes
these are Anna’s words, waterline eyes that bob in the night.

Ghazal to the Night

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Friend for Life

I wrote a poem in Hindi a few days back that I had shared with my  friends in social media.  The poem is about friendship.  Translated the poem to English today.  Both versions are here, English followed by Hindi.

Behind every little smile
Hidden is  a pain,
One who understands that
Is a true friend.
Answers to every question,
Solution to every issue
May not be there,
Still won’t refuse to
Accompany without a question,
One with that courage,
True friend for sure.
Extending a supportive hand,
Walking side by side,
Offering shoulder to lean,
That’s friend for life.

दोस्त
 
र मुस्कराहट के पीछे
छुपा हुआ गम जो समझे, 
यार है वह सच्चे। 
हर सवाल का जवाब नहीं, 
हर मुसीबत का इलाज नहीं, 
फिर भी करे ना इन्कार, 
बिन सवालों के साथ देने की
हिम्मत, दोस्त वही हैं पक्के।
हाथ जो बढ़ाई आगे
साथ चलने के, 
कन्धे दिये धीरज के, 
अपनावो उसे दिल मे, 
दोस्त वहीं हैं जीवन के। 

One-Liner Wednesday – New Year’s Resolution

This post is in response to Linda’s  #1OneLinerWednesday.

I really want to get back to my New Year’s resolution as soon as I can find something to post for One Liner Wednesday and get off my rear end.

Now what was my New Year’s resolution?

Oh well, it already became a Two Liner Wednesday.

Just Words

Amazing poem from a talent writer

Purpose and Prose.

JUST WORDSJust Words
I will spend my lifetime searching,
Wandering the pathways,
Pacing through the corridors.
I have already hiked down an Austrian mountain
And yet, I haven’t found them.
I drove across the country from a small town farm in Michigan
Sleeping in my car for days
Winking at the moon and blowing kisses to the stars.
I once saw a baby greet a Christmas light with the tip of her tiny nose
And yet, they still allude me.
Sunsets have poured over hills and valleys,
I have heard lonely trains ring out in the night.
I flew in a helicopter with a glass floor and marveled at the grass below.
But where are they?
“Longing” sounds too friendless.
“Wanting” sings of desperation.
Those are not the right ones.
I’m searching for something sweet.
A seeker, traveler, an old nomadic people,
A people who make love everywhere except a bed.

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