Valsa George
Valsa George Poems
Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful color and mode
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Somewhere in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
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The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed
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Like a creature hibernating in its burrow
Waiting to come out with the first verdure of spring
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart
Through the long winter awaiting another spring
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Rain beats down on the window pane
As the flood gates of Heaven suddenly open
It is pouring out in torrential flow
Like a Reservoir, all at once, broken
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When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass
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Have you watched an eagle in flight?
On wings flayed, it looks a massive kite
It shoots into the heights with unlabored ease
Enjoying the kiss of passing breeze
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Where encased is the secret of bliss
Is it encoded in any talisman abstruse?
Does it linger unseen on the face of angelic babes
Who, with smiles and laughter create such heavenly vibes?
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Oh, my Father in Heaven,
Guarding me from all perils and trials
And sets my heart free of clutter,
For you, my songs of praise, I reserve.
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Stealing away from the noise and glare
I paced the aisles of an ancient library
Being worn and tired, indisposed to read
I sat in a corner, lost in half reverie
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Let me be,
As God intended me to be:
Neither a wicked elf,
Nor a fairy godmother,
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In the warmth of a summer sunset
I sat idle on the sea shore
Looking at the grey enormity
That heaved and swelled in turn
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Sometime after mid night, it had rained
Putting out summer’s sultry heat
The sky had its face washed clean
And wiped the grime off Earth’s soiled feet
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Our love is infinite as the sky
On love’s filmy wings we soar high
It has the might of a mountain
And the upward thrust of a fountain
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What's the name of your car, asked Michael
Forgot the name, it starts with ‘T', said Nichole
"What a strange car
Never heard of it so far.
...
as thoughts flew round
like thistle downs in the air,
there shot from him a suppressed sigh.
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Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
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Sudden, as a bolt from the blue,
Came down a humming bird;
Skimming down and darting up
As an ever revolving top.
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Ripples of pain weave circles round her
Memories sad and stark crucify her
At night she encounters mindless phantoms
Vampires who come to suck her blood
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The sun has set and the shadows fled
The feathered flocks, flown to their nest
Weary men after the day's toil and care
Are back home for sleep and rest
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Valsa George Biography
My encounter with poetry was sudden. I didnt write a single poem till 2007. It was the fatal year when I happened to be bedridden for about four months. Obviously I was quite depressed. To while away my time, I started scribbling something and I felt what I wrote made sense and that was my first poem-The Great Escape. It was making myself convinced that my life was not meant to be languished in despair. It had such poignancy and depth of feeling..as it came directly from my heart! Sensitive by nature, small things can excite me. Nature with her myriad faces has been my greatest inspiration. I am tied down to my family and with moderate comforts, I am happy in life. Retired from a college as a teacher, now I devote a good deal of time in reading and writing poems. Poem Hunter and the friendship it has extended, I treasure as one of my greatest assets. I feel that each poet has something to speak directly to the world. Unfortunately we poets are a discarded clan. But once we are into poetry, we know how gratifying it is to be a poet. I express my deep debt of gratitude to all my poet friends who encourage and applaud my poems and inspire me!)
The Best Poem Of Valsa George
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Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful color 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
Into 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,
Conjuring memories from abysmal past
He hearkens to the moans of lovelorn souls
And sings of beauty in ditties fine
Triggering sparks into flames grow
In umpteen hearts that pine and whine
Babbling with the brook rushing swift,
Racing with the deer loping past,
He wanders into mysterious woods
Where flowers, their richest odors cast
His ears intent on the song of birds
That comes floating from the far off groves
And the whir of cicadas on the bark of trees
Breaking the calm of twilight eves
Alone he saunters the stretching strands,
Watching virulent breakers in fury heave
Often his heart dancing with the tide
And swinging with the rhythm of rising wave
He feasts on the gleam of the auburn sun
And the speckled blue of the infinite skies
Watching the day dying in flame
And the night in a diadem of stars vies
All that's lovely meets his eyes
And communes to him in profuse delight
Which he turns into rhyme and rhythm
For the whole of mankind to devour and digest
From his harp flow symphonies sweet
Songs of longing, love and lust
Of idyllic happiness, peace and bliss,
Fueling hearts with vigorous zest
Though outlawed by the great sage of Greece,
Branding the bard, aberrant and a fool
Oft beneath the facade of his wayward thoughts,
Lie heaps of wisdom for the discerning soul
Valsa George Comments
Very humble down to earth poet. An asset to this site for sharing wide range of poetry. I've found her writings raw, innocent and close to mother nature. Her poetry makes us realize our roots. her writing is all about love for mother nature. I wish her good health, long life and even more success. Thanks for guiding us to the right path through your inspiring poetry.
Read some poems. Very inspirational and apt words come out at right proportion. Thank you
Thank you Aarzoo.....! I feel all the more humbled by this comment coming from a poet of your rank! I don't find any reason to be proud as I see many like you on this site much more gifted than myself! Yes.. the bulk of my poetry stems from my observation of Nature, it being my greatest source of inspiration!
Nosheen.... What a pleasure it is to receive this compliment from a rising star who has dimmed many twinkling stars of the firmament with her lustrous steady brilliance! Thank you so much my little sister!
Dear Valsa, this comment I tried to leave on your latest poem but could not: Goodbye 2020, and goodbye, Valsa George? Dear Valsa, this poem was great, but it was also your last (so far) . And it was written last December! I hope you are well and will share more poems with us!
Great poetess Valsa George is marching ahead towards success. She has Got the worldwide rank #152 on top 500 poets of the world on date 25 January 2021. We greet and congratulate her for her high success. It is no easier to get so high rank. She has proved her ability through her hard work.
I am just here to note down the higher rank. Respected Poetess Vasa George has got the rank #164 on top 500 poets of the world on date 24 January 2021. For her grand success we congratulate her!
With great pleasure I am wishing poetess Valsa George all the best for having higher worldwide rank # 168 on top 500 poets of the world on date 23 January 2021. May God bring unlimited happiness for her!
Valsa George Quotes
'Jealousy is the outcome of one's own sense of ineptitude. It leads to dislike and hatred and does more harm to those who have it than on whom it is directed!
'Fools hasten to defeat others and establish victory. But they do not know that the greatest victory is victory over oneself... one's impulsive instincts'
' One's true colour comes out not in friendship but in enmity'
'Our words have the power to heal or mar So check out each word to see if they scar Use them never as tools to sneer But as balm for men who wear and tear'
'Know, a true friend has no deceit And a truly learned has no conceit'
'Oh Music! Come and fill me Soak me from foot to crown Like a falling drizzle Like a caressing soft wind Like a marauding sensation Drown me In the subaqueous quietude of the sea Levitating me through ether And lifting me up onto the borders of heaven! '
'Don't set your heart on something you cannot do, but focus on doing better day by day what you can do
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Read Valsa George if you want to know what poetry is. We have to learn so much from her. She has a wide range of vocabulary n she employs it wonderfully. She is an inspiration, a very beautiful human and poet. Her poetry is enriching n enlightening. It's profound n compelling. She is simply brilliant.