Valsa George


Valsa George Poems

1. The Deity 5/12/2012
2. The Outcast 5/12/2012
3. Delusions 6/24/2012
4. The Cryptic Script 3/5/2013
5. Transference 6/27/2012
6. Nature's Fury (The Deluge) 4/1/2009
7. Guru 5/13/2012
8. The Eerie Little House 5/12/2012
9. Breeze 7/3/2012
10. Twin Triplets. No.7. Moments, Orphan 2/25/2013
11. Twin Triplets (No.4) Course Of Life, Blunt Truth 2/1/2013
12. Twin Triplets. No.5. Infinity, Hope 2/11/2013
13. The Great Motherboard 11/10/2012
14. Haiku. Molestation.(5-7-5) 11/22/2014
15. Limerick.48. Homicide Or Suicide -new- 8/26/2015
16. The Calm Before The Storm 5/12/2012
17. The Spider Yarn 5/12/2012
18. Blood Blossomed 7/17/2012
19. Be Wary 6/9/2012
20. Arise! Oh Heart 5/19/2012
21. Twin Triplets. No.6. Cliche 2/19/2013
22. Twin Triplets. No.8. Pilgrim, Stars 2/28/2013
23. Twin Triplets. No.9. Sweet Memories, Sour Memories 3/6/2013
24. Twin Triplets. No.11. Foolhardiness, Anticipation 5/14/2013
25. Triplet. Insomnia 6/29/2015
26. Triplet. Love 6/29/2015
27. Haiku. Poet 7/16/2015
28. Haiku. Cut Pomgranate 7/16/2015
29. The Death Of A Poet 5/12/2012
30. Suicide Bomber 4/1/2009
31. The ‘yaga’ On The Mount 4/1/2009
32. To My Mother 4/1/2009
33. Joys And Sorrows 6/1/2012
34. Seeker 7/17/2012
35. Friendship 6/27/2012
36. At Times 6/9/2012
37. Books 6/27/2012
38. Straggler 6/17/2012
39. The Wait 5/12/2012
40. A Shipboard Romance (Sequel.No.3) 2/13/2013
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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To My Man (Portrait)

Growing out from childish pranks,
With the storm and stress of turbulent teens,
I locked within my mind’s cupboard,
A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished.

Rough it was, though fancifully done,
The silhouette of a masculine figure,
The Gallant who would reach one day,
To hold my hand and own me his.

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