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Day: January 10, 2020
“Bright Shadow” By The Golden Ray.
Only Reading
why don’t I spend my time
on reading today?
figuring out
what others have to say?
reading is one remedy
which would give me
topics and words to write
picking one from various genres
might become todays delight
as far as I am concerned
no topic seems to have
engrossed my mind
lately, nothing has affected me
much to give me a hard time
going through some inspiring words
always have given me a hit
I have always end up writing
something my mind agrees to and fits
because reading is the best gift
one explores different scenarios and lands
while in one place she sits
@ Kritika
Yesterday night went writing few words which completely did not satisfy me. The rainy weather today produced these words.
#Tan Renga: New Year’s Morning
New Year’s morning
the first day begins
in the same dream
©Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)
perched atop a prickly pear
Curve Billed Thrasher welcomes dawn
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Tan Renga Wednesday New Year’s Morning
Let loose
our dreaming shadows ~ hum melodies in the wind ~ fly towards the sun —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Everyone is a river.
Everyone is a river
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A poem, for new book, The Island.
Everyone is a river
Nicole sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my eyes. I loved her tattoos on her tender skin. On her back were wings of a angel, mixed of many colors making her back look like a rainbow after a soft morning rain.
A string of red rose bushes rose-up her left leg to her lower back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She turn to me and she asked. You like my tattoos? My favorite tattoo is the flowing river upon my right arm. Dear Johnnie, everyone is a river, we…
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The huntress
She
knows her power
heaving out of her like
red clay forming stars
the power it has on
those who watch
unable to quit her
imperfection as much an aphrodisiac
as those fine lines converging into
her thin bones
drawn tight and ageless
she smiles a drowsy grin
down turned eyes glinting
the thin shake of her hair
sharp curve in high cheeks
noble and unrepentant
she has more confidence than you
with your excuses and your fumblings
could ever possess
if she’d taught you, she’d have said
no, no, no you’re doing it all wrong
if you want that woman to like you
be cold, be indifferent
and occasionally, throw her a scrap
don’t ever show her your full regard or
the depth of your eyes
heft her over your shoulder when the time comes
take her to a dark place and without apology
do what you must, thinking…
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Tormented by Megha Rani
I wonder why it throbs
aches and hurts like hell
every time that moment passes me
touches me gently
with its fleeting touch
but leaves blisters and scars on
my suppurating skin
leaves me
shuddering in pain
a moment spent in hell
I wonder why I choke on my words
mumble and stammer every time
your name is mentioned
in a passing conversation
I turn mute
and all the screeching and the screaming
fails to bring out the pain and agony
flowing through my pores
are left untouched
I wonder why my quill
still bleeds when I write
and words scream and
howls of pain;
I guess,
they are waiting eternally
for me
/to realize this/
to start
writing about you again.
When wisdom flows
When wisdom flows
It sees no borders that bound
Humanity speaks for itself
Beyond the east or West
To let go of the trivial niggles
In unity of understanding.
Of the bigger picture….
There is much wisdom in integration, in finding meaning in the divergences.
What a poet relates of the truth in humanity.
What a scientist relates with theories of relativity
Are all drawn from the same well.
Of cosmic vibrations,
Of conscious awareness,
Of the eternal truths of life.
Where wisdom flows
There is Universal consciousness
Savvy
Here is a beautiful conversation I came across between the great minds, of Albert Einstein and Rabindranath Tagore…..when the two met and spoke at length.
Do take time to read this interesting dialogue between them in this article link below.
Your Sins
I see your sin
a little fault
weakness.
It’s plain to me
but what I miss
because I am so busy
looking you
are the very same
failings, or worse,
inside of me.
The Reluctant Poet 