Valsa George


Valsa George Poems

401. A Limerick For Bri.97. 12/2/2016
402. Bird Bath 12/2/2015
403. Simple Verse. No.9. Love At First Sight 2/10/2014
404. Alone In The Crowd 5/13/2012
405. Limerick.21. An Advice 9/23/2014
406. Holidays- (An Acrostic Poem) 1/7/2014
407. Flight 1/10/2014
408. The Other World 7/6/2013
409. On A Wet July Morn 6/19/2013
410. A Fool? 5/13/2012
411. Prophet 10/26/2014
412. Simple Verse.No.13. 'Oh! You Are Rich! ' 7/27/2014
413. Simple Verse. No.10. On Wings 2/27/2014
414. A Vision Evanescent 4/11/2014
415. Without A Trace 1/15/2015
416. A Woman 11/15/2015
417. Haiku. Life. (5-7-5) 9/9/2014
418. Evening Breeze 3/23/2013
419. Twin Triplets.No.13. Greed, Mayhem 6/24/2013
420. Reality Or Illusion 11/22/2012
421. Retribution 10/20/2014
422. Limerick.13. To Have Or Not To Have 7/14/2014
423. The Blaming Game 7/12/2014
424. Shallow Perception 1/5/2015
425. Lengthening Shadows 7/7/2013
426. Simple Verse. No.6- Simple Pleasures 7/10/2013
427. Five Liners.3,4 (Rolling Wheels/ Change) 9/25/2013
428. Limerick- Question And Answer -new- 8/20/2017
429. Limerick.70. Monkey Mischief 11/30/2015
430. Fledglings 6/22/2017
431. A Misty Dawn 3/3/2013
432. A Christmas Song 12/24/2014
433. Apparitions 10/5/2014
434. Drops Of Rain 3/19/2014
435. Simple Verse- 22. What Did The Pencil Say? 7/18/2015
436. Down The Memory Lane 9/2/2014
437. The Champak Tree 4/15/2014
438. Ants And The Lessons They Teach 9/9/2012
439. A Welcome Respite 4/10/2013
440. Twin Triplets. No.19. Life, Death 3/26/2014
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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Face Of The City

The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleamed over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halted awhile for the traffic signs.

Through the rows of rushing motors,
Men on bikes ploughed their way.
They squished and squeezed through every gap,
Caring a naught for the traffic rules.

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