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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

nostalgic paper picture series 02

A Note from the Heart

This summer I am a little perplexed
my heart and mind troubled
with a much needed rest..

I put my pen to paper
and feathered a test
Would my mind be complacent
with a feather in my hand...

I wrote out a song to my lover then
telling her, her beauty is prime
in my mind she stands out
as my Lady of Time
the only one
who touched me the way
my words rhymed...

A sweet lullaby followed,
Me and my friend
had a lot to discover,
Telling each other
the mysteries of love
and making it seem
like a rare find

My Lady of Time
I write you this song
and tell you
that I want to
feel your feathered touch 
and maybe you and I
will walk down
the aisle
and the words
that I spin
with my feather
in hand
will leave you
and flushed with a tan....

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Monday, March 25, 2013

On a Journey Bold and Gold

Medal : Laurel wreath with medal
Have you ever seen a blue crossing
On  a journey bold and gold..
Have you ever wondered at dreams passing
in bubbles that sometimes boast
of being the toast
of your life..

Have your ever tried leaving
a benchmark
on dreary work filled days
trying to calm those jilted days
where dreams are laid out bare
some beginning and ending nowhere..
Have you ever needed love
in a way a drunkard needs his rum
intoxicating and consuming 
making you shiver with heat
all at once..

Have you ever told someone a reason for
the smile you had one time when 
you were torn with unshed tears
Masking your feelings with
that smile
and lingering a little longer
with a child
to forget the unbridled pain...

  The blue crossing helps you glow
Leaving a benchmark always
lets you know - you are noted by someone you know
Someone to share that rum
intoxicating you and may he be one
for you..
Reasons for a smile may always
make your life a sway
and a child to lift your spirits
and be your gain...

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Friday, March 22, 2013

The Garden of Treasure

She stares with an innocent wonder
At the magnificent showpiece ahead
Skipping lightly on a warm sunny summer
She beheld the beauty within...

Waking to an awesome feat
that takes her to the Garden of Treasures
she breathes in the sweet perfumed breeze..

All along the garden rows
she sees a fashioned row of colors
With butterflies and those buzzing bees
she encounters a real haven of pleasure..

Caught way ahead lay a path that led
to a temple within the Garden of Treasures,
she says a prayer with a little dare
and retreats to her haven of treasure..

Flowers now and flowers then
Oh flowers that leave a woman tender..
O grass of green and a touch of weed
and we have ourselves a Garden of Treasure...

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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Making Music

Electric Guitar

I must have been a sensation
the day I was born
Strumming my guitar with
a catch in my voice
I sing ..

'This red guitar I strum
with fingers styling
chords..raking a high pitch
soulfully low I go
just making 
and skillfully

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Monday, March 18, 2013

When it takes them gold and diamonds to make you - you

Someday when I am rich
I would buy me some gold
mingled with those diamonds
you see sparkling
in chunks of coal...

Someday I would wear them
like a new bride
starting life with the
man she once saw in her dreams...

I would be happy just
showing off me..

Someday when I have them
in possession
I would be a sensation.
And someday that gold
and diamond would make
me a somebody..

I loved the last line..lol. Well don't they say that jewelleries are an asset?? Lots of it, possession of it over
time, placing an importance on the quantity - I should say kings and peasants, masters and slaves dressed in finery are obsessed with much of its inheritance - shobana

Sunday, March 17, 2013

My Rainbow In The Sky


I tried with a little prompting from the sky
To make believe I could reach up, way up high
My link that of rainbow straining with each ray
and I felt it take my breath away

I looked at creation at its best
And saw the colors all laid out for my quest
Blue and I see all the visions that is me
And green to perfect a sky that seems dry

My dreams waylaid by the stretch of its beauty
And I sing in hushed tones watching it leave
a sky I'd like to reach
someday with my rainbow in the sky..

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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Of lace, trimmings and dreams

I lay my eyes on lace once
and caught its trim so grand
I traced it to the olden times
When grand ladies wore them on
trimmings of gowns of length
I traced its line hood and wondered
at the beauty it stated so bold
and left a woman's ensemble
as gentle as a flowered bloom...

I lay my eyes on lace that
a bride wore on her day
and saw how it clutched her figure
and radiated her glow
Her fingers in a lace glove
so nimble and so soft
Her ring upon her finger
makes for a lacy show....

I lay my thoughts on lacy dreams
with its trimmings on jet black
and a hundred thousand reasons
for me to be wed in lace...

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Saturday, March 9, 2013

With My Timepiece At Hand

I look around and I see time passing
Little bits of nature unveiling with each passing
The hour has come for us make a pact with each one
Lifting sadness by just being there for one

I reach for the timepiece in my hand
And hear the little notes that ring at hand
Little tick-tock that rhyme
With the beat of my sadness
Of missing you one more time.

I wait for days and watch out for your smile
Running into my arms I bid a smile in return
Holding on to you I clutch my timepiece
That tells me its gonna be time to go away one more time

I reach for the timepiece in my hand
The hours at hand I hold within my grasp
telling me
I'm missing you
one more time...

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Friday, March 8, 2013

A Hero In This Time

Stream and slot-like canyon walls, Oneonta Gorge. Columbia River Gorge, Oregon, USA (color)

I see the world
sometimes through rough edges
pledging a life of tough times
to be had..

I see the narrow stretches
that seem so hard to cross
without a raft or kayak
with an oar..

I see the falling of a hero
someone's who's gained in wisdom and
strength and then I realize
that those little rough edges
and narrow bridges
makes one a hero in this time...

"Near peaceful waters I reside
Giving you calmness and gentle spring
of sounds that envelope you
and make you share this world
with me.."

I see the way to a secluded place and
on my way I know
Not I, Not You are alone...

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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A Songbird Called Red

Photo: A red bird with black wings on a branch

Somedays I watch out for her
Flying gracefully and landing on a rugged turf
Her turf jointly shared by the beauty of paradise
Green luscious leaves embarking on a tree branch hidden.
Her song heard by none other than me

Shy are you my little red
Come lets sing a song together
You land on my shoulders and I take you on a journey
of this beautiful paradise
a haven for creatures like you and me

I tip toe and look up to where she is perched
And get a little whistle in return
I am a friend of yours I say to her
And I want to fly like you some day
right up there to a distant place far from here
For the beauty of paradise is seen
much clearer from the sky I am pretty sure..

Come my little friend
Lets traipse the world together
I share the wings of your beauty
and you stare with wonder unheard

And I walk away with the little songbird
perched on my palm unsure
For the little bird's song of embrace
did much to calm jagged nerves...

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Monday, March 4, 2013

Centrestage in White

Rayon Scarves

Trailing me from behind
I took centre stage in white
A flow that covered my path with a glide
I stood feeling the silkiness with pride

An enchantment that left me 
feeling so high
with the magnitude of sexiness and
a beauty so bright

I walked in white not long ago
and missed un et deux in my steps
I walked in white and lay a claim
of being the embodiment of a Queen of the day..

Champagne clicks
And laughters kissed
An ensemble that fit...

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Goddess of Song

My Poem "Goddess of Song" was accepted and published in the February 2018 issue of the Enchanted Conversation Magazine :- Read...