The Old Photographs

I sit and look at photographs of relations that used to be, Some I remember from childhood, some related more distantly, Their faces often smiling, or serious and stern, Some looking very peaceful and gentle in their turn. There are a few in sepia tint, but a lot in black and white, And looking at their expressions, one does start wondering quite What it would be like to meet them, and ask them how things were, When they were living in those days, to me it's just a blur.

Over The Hill

What is over the hill, I've always wondered and I wonder still. Are there fields of meadows sweet, Or forests for the eye to greet, Are there cottages and farms, All so quaint with country charms. Or are there seas and sandy coves, Lofty cliffs and sheep in droves,

I Caught A Glimpse

I caught a glimpse of you today Walking down my street Skateboard under your arm Long blond hair flopping over your eyes And those baggy skater boy pants. My breath caught in my throat My heart stumbled over its beat When I suddenly realized that It couldn't be you after all.

I Am Me!

I am unique, an irreplaceable human being. The first me and the last. I am God's creature, no one will ever replace me. I'm not wealthy but guess what, i'm happy because God takes care of me. You may hate me, but it makes no difference to my life because You are not my Maker and you were not there when He creates me. I am me, Irreplaceable me,

Repertory Of The Danda Nata

The most popular and and the most old dance Ancient Kalinga Kingdom has gifted to the world, This is the Danda Nata, the dance festival of people, In this season of Danda Nata monsoon of music flows With victorious sound of the drum known as Dhola And the sweet tune of traditional Mahuri, Devotees who participate in this festival are Known as Bhoktas or Danduas and all are males Passing through a process of purification, They act, sing and dance as per the playing of Dhola,

A Tale Of Osaka

(dedicated to L'arc en ciel, a great rock band from Japan) ashita e mirai e hito kakera no ai wo dare mo ga minna materu namida koraete bokura wa aruite yuko u tashika na ima o kanjiyou egao nakigao mo zenbu mite hoshikute choujin yori mo kakushin no hou ga tsuyoku

Crying Wolf.

Eerie howling, wolfhound calling. Amber eyes alight. Spirit of the deepest forest. Stealthy pads the night. Distant hunting, litters growing. Feral family proud. Livestock missing, farmers arming. Freedom disallowed.

Scenic Parenthood

Being a parent there is responsibility, Single or double parenthood, it matters, Nature has kept beauty and scenic love, We feel in tender watching towards birds, Like human beings many birds behave, They also nourish and feed their children, We feel wonder at each moment watching them. Both father sparrow and mother sparrow, They have arrived to their nest

! 'Poetry Means...Uh...'

When I was very young, Poetry was written by AA Milne. and life was comfy. When I was an adolescent, Poetry was written by pansies for pansies about pansies.

His Face Lit Up ….[ A True Story; Bri's Little Bit Of ‘charity'; Needy? ]

From behind, I saw him steal food and drink. His face was light brown; mine's more pink. He crossed store's lot to a nearby yard. ‘I thought to myself: "Is his life so hard … that he needs to steal to just survive? " I guess I'd do the same to stay alive! I told a grocery clerk what I'd seen; it's my "honest streak".I did NOT feel mean. The clerk said: "If I'd seen him ……...",

The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 46

I changed my hair I changed my style I changed my look I changed my smile I changed my hat to suit the fad I changed the clothing that I had I changed my diet and my routine I changed into a fitness machine I changed my lifestyle I changed my physic I changed from welcoming to quiet and meek I changed my character and changed my friends I changed the way the story ends

Face Masks/Face Veils, The Same Thing

Masks prose without links When last I visited India almost a decade ago I recall riding on my brother's scooter as he drove me around town, And I saw fully veiled Muslim women half their faces veiled, masked in Niqab driving scooters, motorbikes, mopeds and motorcycles. I also recall some women also covering half their faces with their dupattas

Quick Sand

You think that by your own merit, You scaled the worldly seats of height! If so you fool, your mind is blind, And is an outcast, from fairyland. Parents worked hard, to fend and feed, To help you reach, top seats refined.

A Dead Hand

You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count your money when you're sittin at the table. There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealins' done. David Reese too young to fold, David Reese a popular jack of all trades when it came to poker, The bluffing, the betting, the skill that he played poker,

Path Of Peace

Path Of Peace By Paul Mc Cann Peace is an easy path to tread Peace is where our fears are mislaid Peace is beginning to restore Peace for each man, woman and child Peace for the troubled streets gone wild Peace is for the old and the young

My Culinary Life

I want to bake something, A scrumptious one, because I feel so upset; Something sweet may do, To ease the burden stuck in my head. First, melt the butter in a pan To make it unique, quiet some time; Glaze it with sugar, to wake up the sleeping butterflies. Add a pinch of salt to stabilize the taste, That's my point, to make life even and equal.

Where Am I?

How did we get here...from there? How does life start out so wonderfully but yet go so incredibly badly? How do you take a child, lucky enough to have a loving family, a seemingly picture perfect childhood, and have it go, oh so very wrong. How does a person who grew up with virtually everything, end up

Embrace The Change

I changed my hair I changed my style I changed my look I changed my smile I changed my hat to suit the fad I changed the clothing that I had I changed my diet and my routine I changed into a fitness machine I changed my lifestyle I changed my physique I changed from welcoming to quiet and meek I changed my character and changed my friends I changed the way the story ends

Carry The Fire (Bernadette Mayer,1945-2022)

Bernadette, I am with you in spirit Among the Catholic Bourgeoise of a small town I was the mad poet of my generation Being told that being poet wasn't an ideal job But I was like you Stubborn in my ideas, I knew I had chosen right I could never be happy as a store manager I was too much of a bohemian to lead My head was in the clouds of grandeur Becoming know not only for poetry, for lifestyle also

! ! An Invited Visit To An Uninvited Play

Their apartment was ballroom-huge, just off Park Avenue; they were generous with their invitations; we, happy to partake of their lavish lifestyle, their buffet food, their wine, their décor… for which, we paid in a grubby coinage: from cocktails to liqueurs, the captive audience for their literate, spotlight centered abuse