Table Of Contents
Forward
Brian Wrixon
Christmas Wonders 12
Christmas At The Front 14
Jemmy Farmer
Wish For Children 17
Imbolc Prayer 19
Yuletide Night 20
Farewell To Winter's Dun 21
A Blessed Birth 22
Raven Lee Baxter
Just Out Of Reach(Senryu) 23
Friends 24
Autumn Flurry(Haiku Chain) 26
Christmas Joy(Senryu Chain) 27
A Winters Tale(Haiku Chain) 28
Diwakar Pokhriyal
Mother In Family(Cromorna) 31
Love Conquers All(Baccesize) 31
Friends(Acrostic) 32
God's Blessing 34
Laura Lamarca
To Drift And Fall(Tanka) 36
Milestones(Loose Sapphic) 38
Icicle Traits Of Cotton Floss Snow 39
(A La Tuin)
Treasured Pleasures(Etheree) 41
Christmas Tree 43
Aparna Pathak
Progress 44
Long Wait 45
Between Me And You A World Lies 48
Mother 49
Iulia Ghergei
Joy On Christmas 52
The Fall 54
Whispers Of Me 55
Michelle D'costa
Tug Of War 58
Christmas Carols 59
Love By Candlelight 62
Snowman 62
Hungry On Christmas Day 65
Jane Larkin Lynahan
Happiness And Tears(Sonnet) 68
Lift A Glass 70
Starlight(Haiku) 70
Winter 72
The Mountain Snowfall 72
Pradipta Kumar Mohanty
Relationship 74
Life 76
Love 77
Passion 79
Freya Pickard
Christmas Haiku 80
Japanese Haiku 80
Life Within Life 82
Intimate Touch 84
Abigail Wyatt
Audacious Me 85
Life Lessons 87
Hearts Grail 89
The Songstress 91
Spelling 92
Dianne Tchir
Christmas Not Destroyed By Fire 95
Paul Sankey Sadroschinski
Gold And Silver 97
Winterlander 101
River 102
Ruth Mozeika
Evangeline 106
Even If A Magic Memory 108
Soul Inside Of Me 110
Arkayoti Samanta
Life Is Promised By Love 111
A Known One On Silent Mode 114
An Artist,A Different Entity 115
Fire Is Only Consequence 116
Elizabeth Castillo
Loving Till It Hurts 120
Our Love's Journey 120
Out Of These Broken Chords 122
Undying Devotion 123
He Made Me Live 126
Selfless Love 127
Star Dust 129
Udita Garg
Love 131
Winter 133
Haiku On Family 133
Oneness With The Universe 134
Jagjit Singh Jit
Tale Of A Stone 137
Ecstasy Of Illusion 139
Feeling You In Heart 142
Frances Ayers
Love's Blessings(A Double Etheree) 146
Memory Of A Smile 149
The Life Of A Tree(Haiku Chain) 151
Dedication(Tanka) 152
These Tender Moments(Senryu Chain) 152
Forward
This holiday/winter anthology explores all the feelings,sights,sounds,smells and traditions associated with this time of year.Love,nostalgia,questioning,reflection and descriptions of holiday dinners bring this collection alive.Christmas's in faraway lands,and the excitement of the holidays mixed with a backdrop of snow and wind take us away to a time and place of comfort.Heart warming stories such as finding love or overcoming loneliness give us pause.This anthology is also bittersweet as there are also poems that deal with recollection of loved ones lost,and of an earlier time.
The season is alive with activity,colorful feasts and rituals,which are described in detail and are shared by many.Romance is also in full bloom this time of year as you will read in,"Love By Candlelight".
The poor and those without are also remembered in this anthology,as in Brian Wrixon's poems where he talks about"Christmas On The Front".
Childhood moments and recollections of Christmas take us back to an earlier time of innocence,excitement and longing.With that said,enjoy!
Frances Ayers
Editor
Christmas Wonders
by Brian Wrixon
For our three sponsored children in Africa)
Christmas dawns in a faraway land
We wonder what you will eat today
In our land of plenty we can forget
What hunger is like for you
Christmas dawns in a faraway land
We wonder if you will be well today
In our land of health we can forget
What sickness is like for you
Christmas dawns in a faraway land
We wonder what you will learn today
In our land of knowledge we can forget
What school is like for you
Christmas dawns in a faraway land
We wonder what you will face today
In our land of ease we can forget
What life is like for you
©Brian Wrixon,All Rights Reserved
Christmas at the Front
(Based on an actual event)
by Brian Wrixon
The sun rises to a strange stillness
Burning off the smoke and mist and gas
They listen for the rumble of the guns
But all is quiet on the front this morning
Faces stare across no man's land in silence
And faces stare back at them, also silent
In the stillness, voices rise along the trench line
"Silent Night, Holy Night, all is calm, all is bright"
From across the mud, the craters and the wire
"Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht, alles schlaft, ein sam wacht"
A white flag is raised, mirrored by another
Everywhere soldiers emerge from their trenches
Weapons aside and hands extended in friendship
Those fighting for King and Country
Meet those of the Kaiser and the Fatherland
Exchanging rations for cigarettes and sharing pictures
Happy to follow a new leader for an hour
A King lying in a manger, loved by all
©Brian Wrixon,All Rights Reserved
Jemmy Farmer
Jemmy's journey in writing has also allowed her to discover her spiritual path in a greater depth.Her love of research and collating data to enhance her writing ,has given her the opportunity to reopen the books of mythology and legend and reconnect with the divine.
Jemmy Farmer is an academic Poet and Writer. She is a moderator and contributor to the poetic community of Tir na nog. Ms Farmer also works as a freelance writer and part-time teacher of poetry and creative writing.She is a minor published poet and has won three international accreditation's for her sonnetry. It has been said she writes pretty good for a poet!
Of love Jemmy states,"My partner Ellie inspires beauty in my writing; she is the why, the reason, the very essence that brings love into the soul that is poetry."
Wish for Children
As shiny parcels shimmer all around,
A mother sits watching her child tonight,
And snowflakes gently fall upon the ground.
She whispered her prayer in the silent sound,
The love of a mother pleading for light
As shiny parcels shimmer all around.
The hope that a donor will soon be found
To save her dear child in perilous plight
And snowflakes gently fall upon the ground.
On this winter night, a young king was crowned
The pains of life cowering in his sight
As shiny parcels shimmer all around
The angels of mercy move softly round
Their gentle care as the children sleep tight
And snowflakes gently fall upon the ground
A winter’s night when love pure and profound
My wish for children in a mortal fight
The shiny parcels shimmer all around
As snowflakes gently fall upon the ground.
©Jemmy Farmer,All Rights Reserved
Imbolc Prayer
Because the sun shines, I feel the warmth of hope
Through cold and biting winds, I see the signs
And know the sleeping Earth returns to life.
I stare past trails left by icicle ropes
On to the horizon where Spring reclines
In waiting for an end to Winter’s strife.
And when I gaze into my crystal ball
I see my silver Lady dancing there
A spark within the Winter’s darkest hour
And in her love once more I’m standing tall
I know there is no reason to despair
As life returns from death within her pow’r.
Oh Lady hear my prayer once more tonight
And grant me peace within your holy light.
©Jemmy Farmer,All Rights Reserved
Yuletide Night
Will you be here with us this Yuletide Night?
And join our song of love in ancient days
We greet the dawn in the circle of light.
Above, the silver moon is shining bright
As we recall the time of Pagan ways
Will you be here with us this Yuletide Night?
In joy and mirth, the sun’s rebirth in sight
A gentle glow that warms the snowy haze
We greet the dawn in the circle of light.
The winter’s frosty wind is at its height
As in the flames of Yule we sit and gaze
Will you be here with us this Yuletide Night?
The Earth is draped in robes of purest white
The log is burning in a fiery blaze
To greet the dawn in the circle of light.
As we rejoice and sing our sacred rite
In nature’s wonder our voices raise
Will you be here with us this Yuletide night
To greet the dawn in the circle of light.
©Jemmy Farmer,All Rights Reserved
Farewell to Winter's Dun
The Earth is dressed in Winter white,
While magic grows below
Dawn breaks to bring the morning light.
A flame of warmth shall gently grow
As we prepare for Spring,
Amid the slowly thawing snow.
Through the white a crocus burst,
As Brigid quenches early thirst.
The first dawn chorus starts to sing,
So nourished by the Sun
A ray of hope for everything
The turn of seasons has begun
As is the ancient lore
We bid farewell to Winter’s dun
©Jemmy Farmer,All Rights Reserved
A Blessed Birth
The time of darkness touched by Winter’s snow
Beneath our feet the frozen Earth awaits
The Sun’s rebirth upon the solstice night,
In ice and snow she’s warmed by mystic fates,
And as before the Winter’s Queen draws near,
A cloak of white across her shoulders bare,
Her body arched in labors living throes,
The moonlight caught in strands of frosted hair.
A promised return of the newborn Sun,
To warm the land for every living thing,
Whilst in merriment the Pagans recall
When the holly bough yields to the Oak King,
Our joyful voices sing like Summer rain
For now the Sun returns to shine again.
©Jemmy Farmer,All Rights Reserved
Raven Lee Baxter
Raven is a lover both of Tarantulas and of writing poetry He loves to write about all different subjects,and tries hard to put much of his life experience into his work.Raven also have a blog with his poetry on. www.ravenleebaxter.blogspot.com
He resides in Sheffield,England
Just Out Of Reach (Senryu Chain)
Years roll by,
Loneliness grows,
Emptiness takes hold.
Soon a chance,
Hitting hard,
Surprising me.
Unsuspecting warmth,
Flows through me,
Makes me dizzy.
Finally stung,
Love has bitten,
And I surrender.
Forever there,
Hiding away,
Just out of reach.
©Raven Baxter,All Rights Reserved
Friends
Friends are always there,
When your feeling blue,
Lifting spirits high,
They always pull through
Words of wisdom spoken,
Troubles float away,
Makes the world feel better,
At least for one more day.
So if your feeling lonely,
Of this you can depend,
Pick a telephone number,
And call a trusted friend.
©Raven Baxter,All Rights Reserved
Autumn Flurry (Haiku Chain)
Wind blows,
Rustles trees,
Leaves fall.
Crisp underfoot,
Musty smell,
Rotting away.
Bare limbs lay,
Trees stagnate,
Winter is due.
Lifeless now,
Until summer,
Then glory.
©Raven Baxter,All Rights Reserved
Christmas Joy (Senryu Chain)
Tinsel flickers,
Baubles jingle,
Lights glow.
Presents are wrapped,
Mulled wine flows,
Laughter echoes.
Excited children,
Try to sleep,
In anticipation.
Santa's here,
Happiness dawns,
Christmas joy.
Copyright Raven Lee Baxter 2012
A Winters Tale (Haiku Chain)
Cold bites,
Body aches within,
Changes are coming.
Nights draw in,
Darkness now rules,
Warm sun gone.
Animals hibernate,
Humans hide,
In new climate.
Snow falls hard,
Plants wither,
Landscapes change.
Life slows down,
Alters its pattern,
For winters arrived.
©Raven Baxter,All Rights Reserved
Diwakar Pokhriyal
Diwakar is a poet who writes what he feels.and also writes what he perceives. He believe in his senses, which are something special to him. He has been writing for more than 12 years, which started during his school days,from class 9 to unclassified age, Diwakar will keep on writing. It is like journey of a soul, who is in search of solace and will end only with the end of a life. Diwakar admits that he loves writing poetry and will continue forever. This is what he is, a poet, a sports freak, a guitarist, a MBA student and an untold saga of a mysterious soul....he is.. Diwakar Pokhriyal
Poetry books written by Diwakar
• Words of love
• Salacious solitude
• Why me Year
• From I to We – A poetic love story
• Droplets in the sea – with a poetic flow
I have been a part of different anthologies around the world
• By Brian Wrixon
o The survivor guide to Bedlam
o Reflection on a blue planet -1
o Reflection on a blue planet -2
o Reflection on a blue planet -3
o Reflection on a blue planet -4
o On the Words of Love
• By Frances Anna Ayers
Little Petals in The Wind – A Facebook Anthology Of Shorter Poems
Mother in family ( Poetic form – Cromorna)
Beautiful heart,
As a bride,
Shakes off dirty dirt,
From inside,
Unbearable pain,
Somehow hide,
Fight for wholesome gain,
Mother’s pride
Against all the odds,
Takes the stride,
Every star Applauds
As a guide.
©Diwakar Pokhriyal,All Rights Reserved
Love conquers all ( Baccesize poetry)
Erased with speed of light,
Hardest of hard fight,
Wearing magical attire,
………………Love conquers all,
Playfulness and beauty of a doll,
Spiky thoughts invokes soul,
Erased with speed of light,
………………Love conquers all
Krishna’s hypnotizing flute,
Or Parvati’s tear for Shiva,
A divine beam of meditation
………………Love conquers all
©Diwakar Pokhriyal,All Rights Reserved
Friends (Acrostic)
Fun stitched in life,
Routine turned holidays,
Inevitable smiles continuous,
Emergence of freedom,
Nasty time surrenders,
Dwindling fate bow to shield of love,
Such Friends are blessings
©Diwakar Pokhriyal,All Rights Reserved
God’s Blessing
( senryu + enclosed rhyme + etheree + rhyme + Fibonacci + senryu)
Sacred existence,
Transforming earth into heaven,
A Fortunate gift
Family is a tie of love,
Showering uninterrupted,
No soul is corrupted,
Everyone flying like dove,
Where a child plays with smile,
Grandparents bless family ties,
Togetherness evolves without lies,
Everyone makes atmosphere agile
In
Hurry
Dear husband,
Picks child and kisses,
Wife packing the lunch,
Grandfather folds paper
Child just smiling and dancing,
Keeping an eye on his father,
Granny busy with godly blessing,
Whole picture paints a perfect atmosphere,
A heaven of love,
Respects flows like a river,
Helping hug waits,
Rare and unfortunate shiver,
Where understanding dissolves,
Heart beats with trust,
Truth shines like sun,
Even shrine shook off the dust,
It’s,
a,
blessing,
given by,
the lone almighty,
to his each true and pure disciple,
That gift is “Family” given with expectations,
Love, respect and care,
Drops of true togetherness,
Divine family
©Diwakar Pokhriyal,All Rights Reserved
Laura Lamarca
Laura is a self-taught Poet with global appeal who can write in any form or genre. She writes for herself and for her sanity & covers a whole spectrum of subjects.
She says her poetry "is a journey of personal growth constantly expanding which I read out loud because it's the voice society doesn't allow me to have...a voice I gladly lend to others".
To Drift And Fall (A Tanka)
Orange hues drifting
Passed old panes of memory
As crispy reds fall
'neath tread of lonesome footsteps;
Empty palm cries longing sighs.
© Laura Lamarca, All rights reserved.
Milestones (Loose Sapphic)
On two old rickety chairs we both now gaze
'cross decades of smiles that we've worn together,
Glancing through moments and touches of wonder.
Two spirits as one.
Laughter delights, resounds days of remembrance ~
Family outings when the children were young,
Movies and popcorn, dad's warmth and Mother's fun.
Happy together.
Our snug existence, our cottage by the sea
With panoramic views and homely log fires;
Temptations in the kitchen, exotic flares.
Teasing taste bud's bite.
Your arms each night that always sought my embrace
And gave such tender, unconditional care
Through roller coaster moods of uncertainty.
Gave me tomorrows.
And our evenings now are spent here reflecting,
staring in wonder at just how we have grown;
love gaining great strength with every milestone.
Two spirits as one.
© Laura Lamarca, All rights reserved
Icicle Trails of Cotton Floss Snow (A La'Tuin)
As winter leaves her icicle trail
Upon frosted fingers of green,
Ice covers the earth in snowflake moss
And the landscape is sleeping pale.
O'er wildlife's glen, throughout dusted dale,
A blanket of cold can be seen;
Beauty surrounds the autumn's loss
And fresh buds growth begins to fail.
As springtime slumbers to soon unveil
Its bountiful rewarding scene;
The fields are topped in their cotton floss,
Snow sparkles till sun's warmth prevails.
As winter leaves her icicle trail
Upon frosted fingers of green,
Ice covers the earth in snowflake moss
And the landscape is sleeping pale.
© Laura Lamarca, All rights reserved.
Treasured Pleasures (Etheree)
Love
Sashays
In sighted
Array to swim
In pools of bonded
Display...unity plays
In pleasures...awakening
Treasures of trust & warm embrace;
Caressing truth's faces in graceful
Traces, to touch true tales of hope today.
© Laura Lamarca, All rights reserved.
Christmas Tree
star
it sits
atop our
Christmas tree
sparkling brightly
amidst a sea of dancing
multicolored fairy lights
dotted in tinsel of silver and gold
candy canes hang upon green spikes
crackers to pull on the feast of Christmas day
gifts wrapped lovingly beneath reaching branches
for sounds of children's shared Christmas cheer laughter
Merry Xmas
To one & all
© Laura Lamarca, All rights reserved.
Aparna Pathak
Aparna Pathak belongs to India. She was born in small town and brought up in the capital city of New Delhi. She is Graduate in English (Honors) from Delhi University and Post Graduate in Public Relations. She is a blogger and her work is already being published in various anthologies all over world. She has also won a ‘Free Verse’ poetry form competition organized by a group on Facebook.
Progress
Moon appears
Faintly
Amidst stars
Among grey clouds
Increasing gradually
With progressive night telling its tale about
Its steady progress
Of its wispy appearance
From nothingness
To the brightest one
© Aparna Pathak/ All Rights Reserved
Long Wait
Gazing the path from which you left,
my eyes are losing its moisture;
I still hope to see you again,
Somewhere in this huge world,
Though my stare has lost its luster .
I don’t know how you look now,
With white streaks in your hairs;
Your eyes might have lost its sheen,
Laugh would have turned sober,
But the voice would have same flair.
During this long wait,
Flowers have become funeral wreath,
Trees shedding leaves in lieu of tears,
Colors of rainbow have turned blue,
Arc seems to be crooked teeth.
I still remember the last day, we met,
You hands were cold and shaky,
Leaving with dry lips, and silenced feelings,
Neither you turned back to look,
Nor I had courage to be flaky.
Boat of life, gone so fast from there,
With so much occurred and yet to occur,
Just to get back that lost moisture my eyes,
Before the final rest,
I wish you in person soon recur.
© Aparna Pathak/ All Rights Reserved
Between Me And You A World Lies
I am the sweet bud you are bitter, staying on same tongue, apart yet together.
Connected through worldly delicacies, tasting life among dangerous teeth,
Alert under the palate, I am vulnerable,
Living in ignorance,
Facing world at front,
With all worldly emotions.
You stay at the back hidden,
Having your own world,
In discrete, a saint,
You know realities of life.
You, the ultimate knowledge,
The truth, tasting which,
One slips down to eternity.
Life is all about a journey,
From me to you,
From a juvenile to mature,
From unready to mellowed,
Experiencing sweetness,
Graduating to bitter truth,
On the tongue, the world.
© Aparna Pathak/ All Rights Reserved
Mother
It was a dark, no moon night
When fear was killing my mind
I was wet with salty perspiration
My pulse was high and throat was dry
Resulting to mental dehydration
A shirt hanging in dark was looking
Like a blurred scary man with cat eyes
Glowing in dark Just over it
Shaken by hot wind
Appeared like a ghost ready to pounce
Guava tree was making loud rustling noise
As if huge crooked teeth witch
Moving its long bloody nails in wrath
Old clock on wall was ticking loud
Making my eyes rotate as if suffering nystagmus
My hearts bounce to mouth
And body was stiff like dead
I had raised the blanket till my face
Making my eyes peep through
A small button hole
Dogs were barking loud as if they have seen the unseen,
A suffocating guttural sound
Emerged out of chocked throat when
Suddenly I saw a hand approaching
My heart was ready to stop anytime
But it patted me gently.
And the mother said, “I am here”.
© Aparna Pathak/ All Rights Reserved
Iulia Gherghei
Iulia Gherghei, an amateur poet from Romania, graduated from University of Bucharest, Technology of information. She's published her poems mostly on facebook and in the anthologies edited by Brian Wrixon, Barry Mowles, and Mutiu Olawuyi!.
Joy on Christmas- acrostic
Joy on Christmas my poem is called
Once you were born in an hot August day
You, my joy provider
On that day the miracles received sense for me
Nobody but me would provide more love to you
Child, my guiding star you are
Here you came as a good message on Christmas morning
Right in that the night the star was shining just for me
Is it you the angel sent to bring light in my humble heart?
Sure!!! Joy, purpose, meaning to the chaos called living
The courage is in my veins, tonnes...
More to come in case I need it!!
All days are sunny now just hearing your voice
So, child, my Christmas gift, let's bath in joy!!!
©Iulia Gherghei,All Rights Reserved
This Fall
The autumn gently drips its sunset
The sound is slightly changed
The light is sweeter, caressing even
All sharp things are getting smoother
A smell is haunting me, or just a memory
Or just a vague craving for the snow...
Or all are fears tattooed on my heart
Where the blizzards left their mark
Or even better
Under my skin I found the snow man
The one and only survivor of melancholy
This fall
The autumn slightly changed my light
The silence will fill the birds' wings
Soon I will hear the falling leaves
Soon I will melt in the snow man within
This fall
©Iulia Gherghei,All Rights Reserved
Whispers of me
I will love you until
You'll break my every cell
Letting all energies to regroup into a new world
here
Free of the dirtiness of your love
I will love you until
Wings of the angels will fall
there
Tied by a sky prison
I will love you until
Clouds will choke me with creamy flakes
In between this dreams
I will love you until
Whispers of me will melt every inch of your will
©Iulia Gherghei,All Rights Reserved
Michelle D'costa
Michelle D’costa a.k.a The Bookworm is an Indian writer/editor raised in Bahrain. Her poems can be found in Poems of the poppies, Musings: A Mosaic, The Love Collection, The Odd Magazine and Big River Poetry Review. Her short stories have appeared in Winds of Change and Decades Review. She accepts feedback from her readers on her Facebook page- http://www.facebook.com/MichelleWendyDcosta?ref=ts
Tug of War
Christmas is a tug of war
Between the Christmas tree
And the kitchen
Candy canes
Draw me
To cotton snow,
Twinkling Baubles, Miniature Santas
Bobbing on the pines,
Christmas lights entwined,
Shimmering stars,
Unopened gifts,
Colorful Tinsel,
Wiry Wreaths,
Dreams of New Year
And Infant Jesus lying in the crib
Smells of *sorpatel and turkey
Draw me
To a feast of *Kuswar
Chocolate walnut fudge,
*Vienna Plum cake,
*Dodol, *Boliyan, *Baath,
*Pinarg, *Mandaas and Wine.
I dangle in between
Combating the fragrance of pine
And smells wafting from the kitchen
By dancing to jingle bells
(Sorpatel- Goan pork curry)
( Kuswar- Assortment of Christmas sweets of Goan/Manglorean Catholic community in India)
( Vienna- Famous bakery of India)
( Dodol, Boliyan, Baath, Pinarg, Mandaas- Goan/ Manglorean sweets)
© Michelle D’costa
Christmas Carols
I never knew that
Christmas carols
Could bring us together
The bitterness of the year
Melted away with the snow
When our voices collided
We realized we were waiting for this connection
To disperse all the previous tension
When she stumbled on lyrics
I continued, providing a crutch
For her to move on
I prayed that
This new found synchrony
Would last way past New Year
Then the music stopped
And there was no rhythm to our voices
Hers flew with the wind
Whereas mine wedged in my throat
© Michelle D’costa
Love By Candlelight
We were loving each other
In the dark
Because we had heard
Love is blind
What did it matter?
Dark or light?
Love isn’t skin-deep you said
You kept whispering how beautiful I was
You didn’t want to see me
Only feel my heart beat
Just then a flame flickered
And
You saw my extra legs obscured in cobwebs
That flicker
Reflects In your eyes even today
On the rare moments
We love in the dark
© Michelle D’costa
Snowman
I despise e-greetings
Their animations
And robotic emotions
I miss hand-held greeting cards
Which carried the smell of home
The words that escaped routine
And found refuge in holidays
The time that family members spent
Sitting by the fire admiring it crackle
The moments when children
Stood on tip-toe
To decorate their Christmas tree
The time when celebration meant
Laughter, loving and caring
And not liking, commenting and sharing
I was delighted on receiving an e-mail
On Christmas
Only to be infected with a virus
Is this what Christmas has come to?
Networking? E-greetings? Viruses?
My child calls me out to join him
Make a snowman
My parents must be wishing for me too
© Michelle D’costa
Hungry on Christmas Day
We wasted a turkey yesterday
Today a girl haunts me
She claws at my scalp
Bites my toe nails
Grinds my teeth
Gouges my eyeballs
Plucks my eyelashes
I ask her why
She says so are the symptoms of hunger
I ask her to forgive me
She tells me to look for the turkey in the trash
I tell her I don’t want to dirty my hands
She says chop them off, you are better off without them
If you can’t share
I cry at her feet asking for forgiveness
She laughs from deep within
I have never heard such a laugh before
Maybe because I have never gone hungry
On Christmas Day
© Michelle D’costa
Jane Lynahan Karklin
Currently residing in beautiful Sarasota, Florida, with her husband, David, Jane is a graduate of the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City. Although she did tread the boards for a time, Jane's first love has always been writing.She has worked in a variety of jobs, and has given poetry readings as well. In addition to her poetry, essays and short stories, Jane writes a column for her small community’s monthly newspaper. She has been published in TIPS for Writers, the anthology On the Words of Love, in all four volumes of Reflections on a Blue Planet anthology, and in a few poetry e-anthologies. Two of Jane's sons live with their families on the West Coast and one lives with his family in New England.Jane and her husband David and now have five grandsons.She enjoys the wonderful sun filled days and cultural activities that abound here in Sarasota.Life is good.
Happiness and Tears - Sonnet
I can view the sunlight as it passes
With shorter days and coming of the snow.
To those we love we now raise our glasses
And blessings of the day on them bestow.
Bells shout out their joy with every sleigh ride
As glowing embers bring us warmth at night.
Those in need we welcome to our hearthside.
The Christmas tree is beautiful with light.
Festive hours will rally in the New Year.
We wish each other well in coming days.
We recall the souls that we have held dear
Our resolutions help to change our ways.
And so our lifetime travels with the years.
Sweet happiness is intertwined with tears.
© September 28, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Published in TIPS For Writers, November 2012
and in The Meadoword December 2012
Lift a Glass
Lift a glass
To our dreams
Of other times,
Of colored lights,
Of ribboned presents
Of evening walks
On snowy streets.
Lift a glass
To the New Year.
Listen to the whispers
From the old days
And watch the stars
Flash across the sky.
© September 10, 2011 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Published in the December 2011 issue of The Meadoword
Starlight – Haiku
Snow laden branches
Gleaming with diamond starlight.
Cold breeze whispering.
© October 18, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Winter
All was a blanket of white cold
Flecks of a deep-set blue
Almost primeval, emanated
From icy boulders of snow.
Not a sound,
Save the whisper
Of an endless ghost wind
Settling upon the world.
© June 28, 2011 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Published in the January 2012 issue of The Meadoword
and in Reflections on a Blue Planet – The Four Seasons Anthology
The Mountain Snowfall (Haiku)
The mountain snowfall
Softens the peak with silence
The moon awaits dawn.
© May 14, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin
Pradipta Kumar Mohanty
By profession he relates to Indian Railways but by passion he finds himself among words and beauty.He can be reached at:-pradiptakumarmohanty1@gmail.com
RELATIONSHIP
Fascinating impulse
Woven into feelings
Kindles hopes
An unseen bliss,
Fluttering of heartbeats
With a leap along
For close rapport
Sprinkles the gaiety,
An unending quest
Entices the soul
For endearing desires
With spirited frenzy,
Strong emotions
Stand committed
To trace and embrace
The cherished fervor.
©Pradipta Kumar Mohanty,All Rights Reserved
LIFE
Life is far too small
Days elapse
At a great pace
So much remains undone,
Infatuated dreams
Lure my instinct
For the essence of thrills
The air of new redolence
Repels my maze,
An impassioned longing
Implores to quench
My thirst,
Yearning to live
With gusto
Enchants my rollicking heart
And propels
My pleasure
To the farthest horizon
©Pradipta Kumar Mohanty,All Rights Reserved
LOVE
Respect for feelings
Share of dreams
Affection for works
Sympathy for problems
Admiration for achievements
Care for values
Inspiration for ideas
Pity for sufferings
Faith in mind
Confidence in thought
Dedication with sincerity
Surrender with sublimity
Attract a tender heart
With a benign touch.
©Pradipta Kumar Mohanty,All Rights Reserved
PASSION
Pursuit of pleasure
Comes to me
Through the aroma of wind,
Your smile scales my ecstasy
A surge of joy
I feel,
Your emotional release of laugh
Explores my euphoric sensation
Unbridled!
I am inundated
In the showers of your love,
Indulge in fantasy
Amazingly,
An instinct desire
Spells an aura of your smell,
An expanse of your touch
On my heart
Incredibly, floats to a dizzying height.
©Pradipta Kumar Mohanty,All Rights Reserved
Freya Pickard
Freya is the author of Dragonscale Leggings and lives in a little cottage with a view of the distant sea in southern England. She runs two blogs at http://dragonscaleclippings.wordpress.com and http://purehaiku.wordpress.com
Christmas Haiku
Scents of Christmas—sharp
Resin, sweet tangerine and
Cinnamon on toast.
©Freya Pickard,All Rights Reserved
Japanese Haiku
Framing the path you
Stand on, cherry blossom falls
Like a pale, pink snow.
©Freya Pickard,All Rights Reserved
Life Within Life
Darkness in
The womb holds
Smallness so
Fragile to
Be unseen.
Heaven’s son
Enclosed in
Mortal genes.
Protected
By a girl
Who risks a
Stoning by
Religious
People and
Rejection
From her man.
Growing in
Secret, life
Within life,
Life-bringer
Starts as a
Foetus in
A woman’s
Womb. Heaven
Surrounded
By flesh and
Water. The
Tidal beats
Of her heart
The only
Sound. His ears
Once heard the
Stars rejoice,
Now his ears
Will learn to
Hear mortal
Cries and hear
His own voice
Clamor with
Them, alone.
©Freya Pickard,All Rights Reserved
Intimate Touch
Like the massive bulk of oak
So is your certainty to me,
Untouched by storm or biting breath,
Your nearness strengthens me.
Like deep draughts of potent wine
Your Spirit rests upon me,
Releasing coils of tightened nerves,
You are deep within me.
Like a bird embracing air
So this heart expands inside.
As sure as sunrise follows death,
Flame of faith re-kindles me.
©Freya Pickard,All Rights Reserved
Abigail Wyatt
Abigail was born in Essex and lives in the shadow of Carn Brea in Cornwall. She writes poetry and short fiction which, over the past five years, has been published in more than sixty outlets. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks, 'Moths in a Jar' (2011) and 'Moths and Night Jars' (2012), and her collection of short fiction 'Old Soldiers, Old Bones and Other Stories' is available via One Million Stories. Abigail is a regular contributor at Poetry 24. Her new blog is abigailelizabethwyatt.wordpress.com and she can also be found on Facebook.
Audacious Me
Audacious me to catch at stars
Who always crawled upon the ground;
I never was so bold before
To dare where glory’s found.
But there was such a light I had
As burned to show my way:
From her I learned to sparkle;
Now I leap at galaxies
©Abigail Wyatt,All Rights Reserved
Life Lessons
I
Heart is a place where wound is;
Love is but its probe:
Inquisitive, it seeks to find
If thorn or shard intrudes.
Time is balm or bandage;
And to comprehend is care;
All busyness a healing is;
A memory is its scar.
II
Despair lays out her sorrows
Like a miser in the dark
Who calculates the currency
That weighs upon her heart.
A bankrupt in her blessings,she takes stock of grief and pain:
All such are assets, mined at cost,
but kept for little gain.
III
Today is good intention;
Tomorrow is best hope;
Yesterday was error made
For want of faith and scope.
Future is horizon,
Where earth encounters sky;
Perceived from here as ‘mystery’,
Unraveled – by and by.
IV
Scissors cut paper,
Knives the flesh;
Lies cut out the heart.
Hurrah for paste
And needlework:
Truth is a dying art.
V
I am myself and no-one else –
Defined and drawn by me –
And, though the style is primitive,
My authenticity
Is proven past all question;
Beyond price my value soars.
Here’s fiddlesticks to emperors;
They cannot me afford.
©Abigail Wyatt,All Rights Reserved
Heart’s Grail
I begged a Robin yesterday
If he had seen a Rose.
He cocked his head
And wryly said
That I should not suppose
A feathered creature
Such as he would know
Where Beauty grows.
Today, I stopped a Bumble Bee
For, surely, he would see,
From buzzing
Back and forth all day,
If rose-buds graced a tree.
But Bumble Bee
Just looked aslant
And would not tell me why.
He only said
He’d search the Earth
If I would search the Sky,
©Abigail Wyatt,All Rights Reserved
The Songstress
Among the trees a silence stirs
That seems to mark my passing steps;
A hush descends to grip the air though,
On some bough, a wren sings yet.
A trinity of notes she swells to make a modest song;
A storm brews up and thunder rolls
But Jenny Wren sings on.
A drab and humble bird she is,
No larger than my palm;
And yet she sings her tiny heart
And so rides out the storm.
©Abigail Wyatt,All Rights Reserved
Spelling
This is my treasure and my hoard
Which, if it could would not be spent;
For here’s that place where purpose
And trajectory of life are bent:
This room, this pen, these silent hours
That stretch to centuries past
Condensed to memory and song;
To feast is not enough,
An age of time, tongue bridled long
And schooled to shame and fear,
I rise up now from battle won,
Dark warrior and bright seer.
©Abigail Wyatt,All Rights Reserved
Dianne Tchir
Dianne is a retired High School English/Drama teacher who has written poetry for over 40 years. She is strongly motivated by themes of nature, human injustice, resilience of the human spirit, and the many masks of reality. She has been published in many Anthologies, and Literary Magazines. Her published poetry books: THE RHYTHMIC CYCLE, HAIKU Tapestry of Life, and forthcoming NORTHERN PHOENIX. MY STORY- Baby’s First Year and Bears Bath Time, and forthcoming ANTS INVADE THE CLASSROOM (about bullying) are her children’s books.
When not writing, she facilitates workshops in Writing Memoir, Creative Writing and Poetry.
She edits and proofreads manuscripts for any genre.
Her websites are http://diannetchir.wordpress.com and http://dianne.limitededitionspress.com
CHRISTMAS NOT DESTROYED BY FIRE
I walk the isles of Christmas
Flashbacks of special ornaments, wreaths, candles and
THE VILLAGE
THE VILLAGE that burnt in the firestorm
THE VILLAGE where children played
With miniatures~rearranging
THE VILLAGE you helped me light up
The lady covers her mouth
Choking back the pain
Thirty years of loss
My tears connect
Not THE VILLAGE but
What we associate with
The many years of Christmas
Our memories are our bodies
Our soul and our spirit that
We share with family, friends
We clutch delicate hope that
Flutters within our bodies
Lifts its wings with the breath
Of Christmas Song and
Follows along because
We remember
copyright: Dianne Tchir
Pauli Sankey Sadroschinski
Pauli was born near Toronto Ontario Canada, and was raised in Toronto, Acton Ont., and Guelph Ont. He went to Fanshawe College in London Ont. Pauli is a father of four. In the early 90's he was a member of various hardcore punk and rap bands. He began writing around grade 3. His first poem was called EGGS,and won first place at the fall fair.Pauli received 10 dollars ,the most he has made as a Poet.
For 13 years ,he worked in a factory making tank axles for the American military.Pauli took a 10 year hiatus from writing and just started again last year.
He has suffered from schizophrenia and bi polar disorder for most of his life.
Recently on disability,he and his family moved to a farm far away from the city.Pauli has numerous dogs and cats. His influences are more musical than poetic,and he writes in many different styles and hope to continue to write on his terms.Pauli has quite a few poems published but does not own any of the books.He writes for his own amusement, but that's cool when someone else digs what he is doing. As Pauli writes on!
GOLD AND SILVER
Faraway from where we use to play
We live on, far from each other
Who knew it wouldn't last forever
And our paths would never cross again
On this long journey my oldest friend
And as the sun creates shadows
In amongst the maple trees
Memories come alive
During a cool autumns breeze
Playing baseball in the park
Long after it's grown dark
With grass stains on our knees
Slipping on the falling leaves
And now that life has begun to run me down
I still think of that rusty old playground
And the way the swings use to creak
And the teeter totters would squeak
But that was a life time ago
Back when time seemed so slow
And now as time goes by so fast
More than often I think of the past
Playing road hockey until we froze
Going home with frost bitten toes
Such an awful horrible bitting pain
But the next day we would do it again
And now as winter means misery
Instead of wonder and mystery
And as I sit under the fading sun
I can remember when the winters were fun
Full of chills and thrills
As we slid down the hills
And now as I grow weary and so cold
I will always have my memories of old
When winters were like silver
And summers were like gold
(C)2012 Paul Alan Sankey
WINTERLANDER
Watching the water freeze
While standing in the cold breeze
I feel the adrenalin run right through me
Because this is where I am suppose to be
And as the snow continues to fall
I feel like a man who has it all
I was born for this kind of land
Snow and ice not grass or sand
I wonder how my ancestor's felt
When they settled in this snow belt
Nothing like a little frost bite
On a cold winter's night
My father taught me how to be strong
In the depths of the winter's cold
I have realized that as I grow old
As others shiver and stay inside
I dress up and go outside
Feeling the wind on my face
As my heart starts to race
And the winter gives me a kiss
I feel as if I was born for this
The Prussian blood gives off the heat
This is a scene that cannot be beat
And when it's time to go inside
And you are red in the face
The warmth hits you
Like a lovers embrace
So warm and so very cozy
While you drink a coffee
(C) 2011 Paul Alan Sankey
RIVER
A river runs through my life
Full of rapids and strife
Glittering like gold
With many stories to be told
So beautiful in the sun
As the river continues to run
And long after I'm gone
The waters will move on
Beautiful and strong
Sometimes it rages
Sometimes it's calm
A caressing treat
During the heat
It's waters become icy cold
As winter grabs a hold
Smashing through the ice
Sparkling so nice
A river runs through my life
Flowing right through me
Feeding me rejuvenating me
With it's power and beauty.
(C)2012 Paul Alan Sankey
Ruth Mozeika
Ruth Mozeika lives in N.H. in the woods. She lives with her two dogs, a cat, her son and her husband. She has always loved to write poetry since she was a child. She is just finishing up a Master's Degree in Counseling and then wants to entertain her writing even more...She loves Collaborating with all of the other poets and is honored to be included with them in their anthologies..
Evangeline
Evangeline, Evangeline-
Your beauty so pristine
That it commands snow in August
And as you walk down
The grassy garden isle to your
True love
You transform from a scullery maid
Into a princess
And the children watch what they
also knew. That your
Heart was made of gold
And from now on their beloved would be
with you Evangeline.
And their mother’s heavenly eyes would
Be at peace
For your heart is made of gold
And together you will grow old
Evangeline, Evangeline,
Your beauty so pristine
It commands snow in August…
©Ruth Mozeika,All Rights Reserved
Even If A Magic Memory
I see Gold on the horizon
Crystalline snow in the moonlight
And I hear chimes in
The distance..
Even though it might
Not be a Kodak version
Of what we imagine
Christmas should be..
It still remains;
Even if a magic memory
That….
I see Gold on the horizon,
Crystalline snow in the moonlight
And I hear chimes in
The distance..
©Ruth Mozeika,All Rights Reserved
Soul Inside Of Me
Look into my eyes
You’re a stranger who
Sees the soul inside
me
Wants to unlock
The mystery within.
Mystery to others.
To me the mystery is
Only a trap
That could be unlocked
By someone that cares
When you looked
Into my eyes; you knew
You would find the key
You’re a stranger who sees the soul
Inside of me..
©Ruth Mozeika,All Rights Reserved
Arkayoti Samanta
Mr. Arkayoti Samanta is Director (HR) in Karnataka Health Promotion Trust, Bangalore, India. He has extensive experience in Human Resource Management with a back ground in working in Public sector Undertaking and NGOs. He is a passionate art lover and active member in Writers-network, a free creative writing community ( www.writers-network.com) and in Facebook. Writing poems has been a passion for him. He has accepted this as a journey; one of conviction and contentment. His poems have been featured in The Taj Mahal Review ( Cyberwit.net) and in number of anthologies published by Brian Wrixon , Canada ( www.blurb.com) , Barry Mowles, UK ( Destiny to write publication), Dwina Taylor, USA ( www.lulu.com).
Life Is Promised By Love
Life is promised by love
To sing a song in favor
Requires a heart, a big heart
While in love, for two souls, time travels back ward…
That blossom between two
Rolls like a stone, with flow
Alas!
In contrast, with stroke of time, this stone gathers moss…
For the two, in love
Life and love, entwined
Even estranged, it grows more
As life’s promise is love, death is peripheral…
©Arkayoti Samanta,All Rights Reserved
A Known One, On Silent Mode
HE gave me life
Death as a conjunction
You showered love
Affixed it with separation
Why on earth this occurs?
For whom the heart and mind
Change their attire
Try to remain sacred
It is no sin if a known one
Adopt a silent mode
As no one set fire on heart
It burns itself
As inflicting injury, a self made one
Thus, this relationship
Under the sky, over this earth
One such thing
When develops crack, without sound effect
Turns noisiest one….
©Arkayoti Samanta,All Rights Reserved
An Artist, A Different Entity
You pity me
You must know
An artist, a different entity
He draws the life’s portrait
In pain and remembrance
As fate would have it
Each moment, a burden for you
In poignant moments
You took shape of canvas, brush and color….
Fire Is Only Consequence
His failure to get along
The reason, why he is in love
Dent, you gave to the passion
He still follows
Thirsty as he is, he knows
Where pond is, how to pour
It is easy to blame the insider
When house is gutted by the fire
But, you must know
Fire is only consequence
Negligence is the root cause!
©Arkayoti Samanta,All Rights Reserved
Elizabeth Castillo
As a Professional Feature Writer/Journalist/Short Story Writer/Poet/Blogger whose mission is to share her creativity through pen pushing, Elizabeth sees herself as a keen observer of beautiful things around her. She is a natural born Artist from the Philippines. She graduated with a Bachelor Of Science degree in Business Administration, with a major in Management. Elizabeth also completed another course in Computer Programming, and currently works as an Online English Instructor for Koreans and as a freelance Professional Writer. Previously, she worked as a News Correspondent for a local community newspaper and as a feature Writer for a private company’s corporate magazine.
Elizabeth started writing and exhibiting her poetic prowess when she was just in her elementary days – an era when she was still this shy, unassuming lass. She describes herself as an arts and nature lover as well as a frustrated photographer. Her favorite authors are Stephen King, John Grisham and Paolo Coelho. Elizabeth has also self published her own poem ezine, Poetic Lizzy with 3 released issues. In addition, her work has appeared in over 11 international anthologies, the latest of which are "Live Life: The Daydreamer's Journal", part of a global charity for the benefit of the American Cancer Research.The book is a World Record Holder for Most Artists Contributing to a Cover of an Anthology and “Song of Sahel”, with proceeds going to SOS Sahel to help the African children in the region. She is also a contributing editor for “Inner Child" ,the Magazine”, a monthly online magazine which features her articles in the All About The Love section.
Loving 'Til It Hurts
If you ask me how much i do love you
I would reply it cannot be measured
For it overflows from deep within,
No depths, no heights can equate
A love that runs so freely in my veins
That only death can stop it breathing.
I love you so much it hurts
That i sometimes forget i got a life of my own
I love you so much it hurts,
That i would sacrifice my life just to save yours first
I love you so much it hurts
That i just bit my tongue and not spite you with my words.
I love you so much it hurts
That i would climb the highest mountain peak
To shout out to the world you are the one I love ,
There are simply no exact reasons why
For i just freely give my love
All yours 'til the day i die.
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2012
Our Love's Journey
You have invaded my solemn dreams and straight to my heart
You have earned a special spot
My name never sounded the same,
Until the very first time you uttered it with sheer delight.
I maybe living in a fairy tale of my own doing
But just can't help myself drowning in these incredible feelings
No, nobody can seem to decipher why you simply make my heart quiver,
It's you I love even from a distance it's just a glimpse of your shadow I see for now.
Miles and miles away from me, it's still your smile that captivates me
It's still your caress and your warm embrace I long to feel
Is this too much to ask for? but you know my love's for real
Time and again this love was tested but in the end, we always prevail.
You and me sailing together in our love's journey
Across oceans and seas, two beating hearts meant for each other on we go
Never a care in the world we look forward for what lies before us,
All our dreams coming true in the very near future, only for me and you!
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2012
Out Of These Broken Chords
You can hear a different lingering tune
From a refrain that happens to came out of a state of gloom,
The keys on my antique piano were but broken
But you were at my side, in your mere silence into my heart you have spoken.
No words are needed to utter this unexplainable exuberant feeling
Out of these broken chords I was blessed with angelic healing,
I have emerged as a strong soul
From turbulent currents which has quite taken its toll.
I heard the rhythm from your own symphony
Clashing with these broken chords but then came out a soothing melody,
Would you care to dance with a once broken girl like me?
No, won't dwell on the past, don't you worry.
Out of these broken chords God heard my outcry
He helped me to pick up the pieces, 'til my overflowing tears ran dry,
Now I'm playing with fixed chords in my thoughts
This inner peace enveloping me around only He has brought!
Elizabeth Castillo Copyright 2012
Undying Devotion
To You I offer my life
In return for the highest form of love
You layed down for me
I give back to You my appreciation
For all those dreams You made possibly true.
The blessings You showered me all the days of my journey
I always treasure thee
You were a friend I can constantly call on
When all else fails and no one seems to be around to listen to me.
You gave me the gift of the written word
To proclaim Your goodness and my undying devotion
At times I may be faltering to pray unto You
But still Your presence by my side cannot be denied.
You are my Good Shepherd who lovingly takes care of me
When I seem to get lost at this maze of mundane desires
Like a little child You always embrace me and make sure I'll be ok
I thank You for all these things and the rest of my days will keep on remembering!
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2012
He Made Me Live
I came from the ashes and from it I shall return one day
Fear is out of the question for I know His death and divine resurrection has given me everlasting life come what may
He made me live again out of the enormous sins capsizing my soul,
The Risen Lord I can see far from above the clouds
Smiling back at me giving Light and Hope for days to come!
He made me live again despite of the pain and struggle my pilgrimage has bestowed upon me
Hurts and sufferings I encountered nothing compared to what He has done for me and mankind
I rejoice in His coming back to life!
And will live according to His words though temptations won't quit.
I am His warrior in every step of the way
Proclaiming His glory out of the written word He gave me
If my pen would be an instrument to spread His Divine Love
I would gladly share my thoughts to distressed people on the road
Will make them live again just as He has done for me
I love You my Lord for You have set me free!
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2012
Selfless Love
You are an icon of an everlasting love
Beyond anyone could ever give to someone
You gave your life for our salvation
Your death remains to be an eternal inspiration
Your coming back to life again echoes hope
You gave us life out of your suffering
Your blood is the living truth of a selfless love
Bestowed to mankind!
Thank you for Your everlasting love
And in our journey through this pilgrimage
We honor thee your greatest love
For all eternity!
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2012
Star Dust
Angels with golden harps from above sing
Melodious lyrics of cheerful tones they bring
This kid in me peeps through the window
Let my eyes feast to a magical wonder.
The star of Bethlehem twinkles brightly at the far Northern moonlit night
Bringing us hope and heavenly might
Suddenly sprinkled star dusts fell over the earth
With a riveting rhythm reminding me of fairy tale dreams of my childhood.
After a few nano seconds I glimpsed upon Santa Claus with his sleigh
He still possesses this hold on every child's heart
With enormous gifts he will be dropping for eager kids
To very house this much-awaited Christmas Eve.
Caroling, caroling the angels above chimes
As I utter my grown up wishes on my mind
Peace, love and harmony may this joyous bring to all human kind
Let the magical star dusts cast its spell of Christmas!
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011
Udita Garg
Udita Garg is a poet and writer by heart and a student of literature by profession. She has the last memories of reciting her poem on stage when she was 10 and cannot exactly recall when was she first bitten by the love for writing. She has been writing and contributing to various poetry-publishing platforms and her poems have been published in the student editions of the Hindustan Times and The Times of India. Recently, her poems were featured in books and anthologies like, "On words of love",and "A Poet’s View of Being".Her poems have also been selected for some upcoming books like Inklinks, I am a poet, With love and a free e-book that will be released shortly. She is also a short story and novel writer and likes to experiment with different forms of expression.
Love
Celebrate the warmth of love:
It raising you to its shoulders,
Keeping you in its embrace,
Holding your hand to help,
Feeding you from its hands,
An uplifting sweet kiss,
A togetherness of bliss,
A feeling of being better,
Of not losing your courage,
Of the smiles and laughter,
Of god’s glowing grace.
Copyright Udita Garg,All Rights Reserved
Winter
The dreary touches of darkness,
When the sky fades and the sun hesitates:
Blushing only, not now in its youth,
The heat of passion is gone,
And now it shines mildly in the blue.
The trees sense the parting of the leaves,
Gone now is the spring of bees.
Covered is the earth with the white bed-sheet,
And numbness grips the limbs.
Layers of veils, armors of the soldier,
Who goes out to fight the winter.
A calmness of serene coffee mornings,
And warmth in the arms of the beloved
Marks the season of dreams, of sleep.
As a newness of approaching year creeps
In to find the passing year dying,
The music smiles and birds sing
On a chilly winter evening.
Copyright Udita Garg,All Rights Reserved
Haiku on family
Staying together
Stitched in the bond of plain love
One home: family
Copyright Udita Garg,All Rights Reserved
Oneness with the universe
Where ideas merge
In the music of the planets,
Where stars converse
In a soulful language,
I am not lost in the magnanimity,
I am one with the family.
Identities cease to matter,
Binaries do not exist,
The harmony of the preserver
And the terror of the destroyer
In each self tends to mix,
Till one voice echoes in all
From morns till nightfall.
The creator sees his bliss,
As does the artist
In the wonders of nature,
In perfect harmony.
Copyright Udita Garg,All Rights Reserved
Jagjit Singh Jit
Jagjit is from Punjab,India and graduated With a Bachelor of Science from Ripudaman College in 1972,earned a Masters of Economics from Panjabi University in 1976,as well as earning a Bachelor of Law,from Panjibi University.He also earned his Masters of Education and Commerce.In 1969,he was an editor for a school magazine,where he wrote his first poem.
He has written songs as Biraharha, (open verse poems),Rubbaees(four line poems) and a few Gazzeles.He started writing because of a major family tragedy which helped to express some of the pain he was feeling.He stopped writing for awhile and focused on his spiritual development which gave him the strength to deal with his loss.Now as he writes he has different themes in mind.
TALE OF A STONE
I
Being a rough stone
Uneven with no shine
Took birth in the ocean of haterd
Breathing with no feelings and
No emotions of love & sorrows
Once
You noticed and picked it
Carved its surfaces with affection
Transformed into a glimmering stone
With reflecting light beautifully
Sprinkling love around selflessly
The stone
As if it got the life
Equipped with intrinsic emotions
It’s every edge transmitting
Feelings along with light
Growing emotions aesthetically inside
The stone
Now so sympathetic that
It desires to suck pains and
Sorrows of All its fellow beings
Friends and foes, nears & dears
And all those living
The stone
Loves life, cares those
Who are feeling neglected
And being starved of love
Just like a caring dove
The stone
That became so miraculous
Who made it so remedial
Who polished it so softly
You may be angel in guise
Your love may be the crusader
By Jagjit Singh Jit Dec. 02, 2012
@ All rights reserved
Ecstasy of Illusion
As in
When I miss you
I stare at the galaxy
High in the sky
On a moonlit night!
The light refracting through
Makes your image float in space
An image, Illusive but fascinating
An ecstatic heart rejoices its being!
A soothing soul dances in ecstasy
Lovely enchanting dreams
Occupy the throne of my heart
Extreme pleasure prevails!
Oh, a loud sound of a cracker
Interrupted the beautiful dreams
Just halted the blissful journey
To heaven of love!
Nothing left to solace
My mind except you
Staying somewhere in galaxies
High in the blues!
By : Jagjit Singh Jit Nov. 24,2012
FEELING YOU IN HEART
Feeling
You in my heart
My soul feels
Equipped with wonder wings to
Endeavor to discover new heavens
And smell the fragrance of
Eternal love!
Feeling
You in my heart
Loneliness elopes along with lazyness
And enthusiasm flowers afresh
My soul feels consoled with
Heavenly bliss!
Feeling
You in my heart
Dark dragon flees to the hell and
A glittering divine light flashes to mind
Enlightens & strengthens the
Ignorant soul!
Feeling
You in my heart
Fills my body and soul
With joys of serenity & spirituality
Cherished contentment conquers hollowness
Mind gets quenched its thirst
As peace prevails!
By:-- Jagjit Singh Jit Oct. 07, 2012.
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Frances Ayers
Frances is a NYC Poetess who has been published in various print anthologies
and online.Her poem,"A Patient Time",won honorable mention,and "As Old As The Sea",came in third place in the voicesnet.com May 2010 poetry contest.Recently her poem,"Grief Has No Hold",was published in Poetic Bond 2.When she is not writing,she is a Caregiver to
her 90 year old uncle.Previously,she worked as a Social Worker with abused and neglected children.She graduated with a Masters Degree from Fordham University in NYC.This is the fourth e book anthology she has edited.
Love's Blessings (A Double Etheree)
Love
Patient
Without gall
Spreading the joy
Of selfless giving
It's face,a glowing light
Contagious in its pure form
Harbinger of peaceful moments
Immeasurable, as twinkling stars
Unexpected returns for the giver
Often admired by those in need most
So rare a gift,seldom seen by some
Never wasted,long sought after
Healer,teacher and noble
Casts a light to subdue
The darkest of nights
Pleasing to all
Evoking
Laughter
Love
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Memory Of A Smile
Permanent imprint
Your smile,a frozen picture
To sooth broken hearts
Perhaps a mirage
Floating before my eyes
I grasp for something
Your smile,a dream
Of what was once the ideal
Of a broken life
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The Life Of A Tree (A Haiku Chain)
In my younger years
A stout and ominous soul
Landmark of nature
In Autumn's hour
A leafless bough,but useful
I sit here waiting
Herons and thrushes
Sit upon their barren thrones
Welcome companions
The glory of Spring
Finds me clothed in fine dress
Adorning nature
And in summer heat
Young children play at my feet
Enthralled by my gaze
Through many seasons,
One hundred years I have seen
A legend,am I
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Dedication(Tanka)
Steady and patient
Like the bee pollinating
Lovely new flowers
Always present,your love blooms
And I am the rose you hold
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These Tender Moments(Senryu Chain)
These tender moments
A snapshot of perfect love
A minds' souvenir
Unspoiled passion
Hearts,minds,bodies entangled
Oblivious souls
Love's fire ignites
Unaware of distractions
Time is infinite
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