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1:02 PM |
The green smell of freshly mown grass
that clings to the nostrils,
The pungent odour of wet earth after
longed-for rainy spills,
The scent of pine trees drifting on the
breeze from the high hills,
And the gentle fragrance of perfume
that lingers and thrills.
The
sight of waterfalls tumbling down,
a shimmery lustre,
Rivers meandering through flat plains in
snakelike languor,
The sun dipping behind the horizon with
solemn splendour,
And clouds billowing below an airplane
in fluffy wonder.
a shimmery lustre,
Rivers meandering through flat plains in
snakelike languor,
The sun dipping behind the horizon with
solemn splendour,
And clouds billowing below an airplane
in fluffy wonder.
Crinkly
crisp feel of a dried leaf whipped
away by a gusty wind,
Satiny texture of a newborn baby’s hair,
soft and clean,
Velvety touch of talc powder smoothed
over cheek and chin,
And silky material that wraps itself subtly
round knee and shin.
away by a gusty wind,
Satiny texture of a newborn baby’s hair,
soft and clean,
Velvety touch of talc powder smoothed
over cheek and chin,
And silky material that wraps itself subtly
round knee and shin.
Sucking
nectar from an ixora as a child
slow and steady,
Swirling wine round the tongue, senses
relaxed yet heady,
Biting hard into a chilly as eyes water
profusely,
And licking durian pulp off the fingers
sticky and gooey.
Swirling wine round the tongue, senses
relaxed yet heady,
Biting hard into a chilly as eyes water
profusely,
And licking durian pulp off the fingers
sticky and gooey.
The
beat of drums during a parade of
marching bands,
Children’s voices, screams and laughter
at play with friends,
Waves that rumble as they hit the shore
onto the sands,
And cheerful bird sounds made by the
shaping of one’s hands.
Children’s voices, screams and laughter
at play with friends,
Waves that rumble as they hit the shore
onto the sands,
And cheerful bird sounds made by the
shaping of one’s hands.
To
tarry awhile and savour all that the
senses have to offer,Make moments of heaven on earth and
memories to treasure.
20 Jan 2013
4:52 PM |
The haze sneaked in
with its fingers of grey,
and on reaching the skies
it stole the sun away,
it subdued the clouds
and hid them from sight,
it changed the daylight hours
into one ghostly night.
To escape the acrid smoke
as they go about their tasks,
(and living in misery)
are the citizens behind masks,
children are in dire straits
with throats that itch and rasp,
and clogged with dust are the
tiny lungs as for air they gasp.
Fires let loose by man
in plantations are burning,
winds in accord with their seasons
across the seas are blowing,
Mother Nature as she watches,
if she could, would implore
"Humans, this is one catastrophe
you can't blame me for."
8:40 PM |
The flowers
done airing their views
have closed shop
for the day,
they droop low in slumber, tight
in bud-like array.
under trees that stood
tall and proud
'neath the sun,
darkness brings them close to stand
together as one.
Animals
creatures, wild or tame, of the ground,
birds that fly,
have gone to rest in their nooks,
fish swim softly by.
The sun gives
way to sparkling stars
and moonlight,
it's their turn
to watch over nature and
bid us all goodnight.
shardoma - 6 lines, 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables
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5:03 PM |
Sisters
by law they are to methrough marriage we are bound,
On hubby’s side, brothers’ wives
it is great to have them around,
Full of sympathy and concern
and aware of the burdens I face,
They demand not, question not they do not crowd my space.
Love their
sweet caring naturethey give their family their all,
Food on the table, wise words,
always there when children call,
To them, I wish on Mother’s Day
that they be blessed forever more,
With a life of good health and the
company of the people they adore.
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2:06 AM |
I won’t take much time but please do listen to what I have to say.
I don’t know how, or when, this letter will get to you,
But when I went to the post, I was told, just your name would do.
You’ve
been around for centuries, they said, they know about your man,The gifts, their children have been receiving, they convey their thanks.
I'm sorry your guy may not be around at Xmas time when you need him most,
For that's when he's braving the storm with toys for kids, as around the world he goes.
And when you wipe his whiskers, his laugh makes you feel so good.
Behind every successful man,
it’s said, there has always been a Mrs,And you’ve done your job quite well, because he is rather quite famous.
Yet dear Mrs Santa, he needs to be told what man has done to God’s creation,
The Polar ice is melting, reindeer vanishing, the forest is in depletion.
Could you please tell him that prices are spiraling, there isn’t enough of everything?
That war destroys, greed hurts and that the children will be left with nothing?
If only he could leave a message to humans before he returns to you with his reindeer,
That they should be kind to man and beast alike, and be as one with nature.
Thank you Mrs Santa and Merry Xmas. May the New Year shower everyone with gladness.
18
Dec 2007
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12:17 PM |
This is the full poem :
http://jacintaslyricalthoughts.blogspot.com/a-moment-of-thanksgiving.html
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7:44 PM |
It
is the time when I wish my spirit could fly across the sea,
And reach the place where people
call the Land of the Free,
I’d hover above and watch the scene in bright lights below,
For ‘tis where All-Hallows’ Evening
is a spectacular show.
It’s the night where scary looks are neat,
Luminous wigs are worn by the petite,
Glowing Jack-o-lanterns line the street,
To watch children shout, ‘trick or-treat’.
when harvesting was over,
Before folks faced the season of the
darker parts of the year,
When faeries and spirits of dead souls enjoyed visiting,
While witches and the devil himself
came a-collecting.
Now I’ll look forward to the games and fun,
To apple-dunking and dancing in the barn,
With pumpkins being carved under the sun,
I’ll listen too, to the spooky tales being spun.
4th October 2014
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