Valsa George


Valsa George Poems

1. As Night Descends -new- 5/2/2015
2. The Beaten Track 5/12/2012
3. The Deity 5/12/2012
4. The Outcast 5/12/2012
5. The Cryptic Script 3/5/2013
6. The River 5/12/2012
7. The Eerie Little House 5/12/2012
8. Delusions 6/24/2012
9. Books 6/27/2012
10. Breeze 7/3/2012
11. Twin Triplets. No.9 3/6/2013
12. Twin Triplets. No.5 2/11/2013
13. The Great Motherboard 11/10/2012
14. Haiku. Molestation.(5-7-5) 11/22/2014
15. Transference 6/27/2012
16. The Death Of A Poet 5/12/2012
17. Nature's Fury (The Deluge) 4/1/2009
18. Sea And Sky 6/1/2012
19. Be Wary 6/9/2012
20. The Spider Yarn 5/12/2012
21. The Wait 5/12/2012
22. Guru 5/13/2012
23. Twin Triplets (No.4) 2/1/2013
24. Twin Triplets. No.6 2/19/2013
25. Twin Triplets. No.7 2/25/2013
26. From Under The Rubble -new- 4/29/2015
27. The Calm Before The Storm 5/12/2012
28. At Times 6/9/2012
29. Arise! Oh Heart 5/19/2012
30. Straggler 6/17/2012
31. Blood Blossomed 7/17/2012
32. Twin Triplets. No.8 2/28/2013
33. The Great Saga Of Love 3/28/2013
34. Twin Triplets. No.11 5/14/2013
35. Limericks,1, Somnambulist 7/27/2012
36. Suicide Bomber 4/1/2009
37. The ‘yaga’ On The Mount 4/1/2009
38. To My Mother 4/1/2009
39. Seeker 7/17/2012
40. Joys And Sorrows 6/1/2012
Best Poem of Valsa George

Poet

Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns, monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful colour and mode

Which with pain and strife fraught
Or bright with gaiety and grace
In finer yarn than the gossamer thread
On the fabric of words in befitting verse

He steals away from the noisy crowd
In to the stillness of the cloistered cell
To dwell with Fancy's mystic charms
Weaving downy dreams at will

He recounts forgotten tales of yore
Of bloody battles won and lost,
Of lovers united, amour defiled, ...

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Blossoms

Flowers lovely, marvellous gift from God,
They deck the Earth, they give delight,
They drape the dales and adorn the hills,
They feast the eyes and fill the hearts.

My life blooms when plants are abloom,
Each morn, I gaze at flowers in myriad hues,
That adorn the garden I so carefully keep,
My prized possession next to my kids.

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