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Thursday Rally for Poets (which will be held once in every three weeks) @ http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/
So you have stirred up the nest
the lair of devil’s owns
be prepared for the aftershock
soon they will swarm yours.
First they will cry foul
then they will say you lie
will try to prove you vile
if that fails, well you are senile.
They will act in cahoots
one watching the other’s back
one supporting the other’s deeds
and supporting every thing he does.
Wonder when the children of God
will learn to hold each other’s hands
to watch each other’s back and words
with the conviction of devil’s owns.
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is trips, travels and vacation
“honk honk!!” the horn called out,
I jumped out of bed,
the silver white bus was waiting,
right outside my window.
Two elves, beautiful, graceful,
greeted me as they seated me,
right beside the window
was my soft, velvety seat.
The bus had no roof, or glass one,
I could see the dazzling stars
as it headed straight for moon,
on my “lottery” vacation.
“We will land in moon in a minute,
please fasten your seatbelts.”
chimed out a sweet voice
as we prepared to descend.
“Please don’t collect any thing,
don’t pluck flowers, fruits,
they will turn to dust
when you will return to earth.”
The voice on the intercom
softly gave us all directions
before the doors opened
and we descended on moon.”
We returned early in the morn,
after spending the night,
with beautiful fairies, graceful elves,
trees of silver with golden leaves.
Rivers of sapphire ran through moon,
losing itself in an emerald see,
fairies swung from star to star,
sprinkling us with magic shower.
sweetest fruits and nectar was served,
for our regal lunch and dinner,
they hugged and kissed us goodbye,
that fragrance still in soul lingers.
For haiku heights @ http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com the theme this week is “hush”
For Sensational Haiku Wednesdays @ http://youknowthatblog.com the theme this week is “paradox”
paradox means a sentence which will sound self contradictory but is not in contradiction with truth (oxford dictionary).
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “full circle”.
eager to love
born in wrong world,
an ordinary being,
too eager to love,
love- hoping for love.
Shunned almost everywhere,
people look for
Bitterness engulfed after years,
but one day he realized
the love he thought was wasted
was not wasted at all.
The Mother who watched him
all through the years
stored that love inside him
made him love’s reservoir.