Valsa George


Valsa George Poems

1. The Deity 5/12/2012
2. The Outcast 5/12/2012
3. The Cryptic Script 3/5/2013
4. Sleeping Fury -new- 6/28/2015
5. The Eerie Little House 5/12/2012
6. Delusions 6/24/2012
7. Breeze 7/3/2012
8. Transference 6/27/2012
9. The Death Of A Poet 5/12/2012
10. The River 5/12/2012
11. Nature's Fury (The Deluge) 4/1/2009
12. The Wait 5/12/2012
13. Guru 5/13/2012
14. Books 6/27/2012
15. Twin Triplets. No.9. Sweet Memories, Sour Memories 3/6/2013
16. Twin Triplets. No.7. Moments, Orphan 2/25/2013
17. Twin Triplets. No.5. Infinity, Hope 2/11/2013
18. Twin Triplets (No.4) Course Of Life, Blunt Truth 2/1/2013
19. The Great Motherboard 11/10/2012
20. Triplet. Insomnia -new- 6/29/2015
21. Haiku. Molestation.(5-7-5) 11/22/2014
22. Triplet. Love -new- 6/29/2015
23. The Calm Before The Storm 5/12/2012
24. The Spider Yarn 5/12/2012
25. Blood Blossomed 7/17/2012
26. Be Wary 6/9/2012
27. Arise! Oh Heart 5/19/2012
28. Twin Triplets. No.6. Cliche 2/19/2013
29. Twin Triplets. No.8. Pilgrim, Stars 2/28/2013
30. The Great Saga Of Love 3/28/2013
31. Twin Triplets. No.11. Foolhardiness, Anticipation 5/14/2013
32. Thirst -new- 7/3/2015
33. Triplet-Un Named Flower 5/5/2015
34. Limericks,1, Somnambulist 7/27/2012
35. Suicide Bomber 4/1/2009
36. Sea And Sky 6/1/2012
37. Joys And Sorrows 6/1/2012
38. Seeker 7/17/2012
39. The ‘yaga’ On The Mount 4/1/2009
40. To My Mother 4/1/2009
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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Triplet-Un Named Flower

When the sun of my sorrow sets
A flower blooms in my mind
I do not know what to name it

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