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 Mar 2017 Excelsior
sunprincess
sunshine and flowers
unexpected rain showers
and pretty rainbows
xoxo
 Mar 2017 Excelsior
Valsa George
SUICIDE

When all is ill
And reason is still
Impulse yells ‘****’


EUTHANASIA
    
When life is woe
And the world says ‘go’
The grave beckons ‘come’
 Mar 2017 Excelsior
Valsa George
Winter, winter how we feel your icy touch
The earth is now under your freezing clutch
All that falls in our ears is the howl of gales from far
The night sky is covered in grayness without a single star

In the dawn, nowhere can one spot the buzzing bees
      Icicles hang from boughs of leafless trees
Birds sit with drooping wings in their woody nests
      Within eye shot, no trace of any roaming beasts

Trees stand sleeping in the biting cold
And the sun has lost its bright sheen of gold
From nowhere comes the song of a single bird
On the slopes, one cannot sight the grazing herd

Roof tops are crusted with flakes of snow
Which the sun with sharp beams alone can thaw
Piles of snow lie heaped on the barren ground
And the entire Earth lies in a sea of ice drowned

Busy streets and pavements are now lying bare
People stay indoors and to be out, they hardly dare
      The rodents have gone into hibernation in their ditch
And life altogether has gone out of pitch

In the smiting chill of a dreadful wintry night
When through every fiber n’ nerve is the cold bite
How we like to sit cocooned beside the hearth
Sipping a cup of steaming tea in rising mirth

In such quiet hours, one can peruse into the pages of tomes
That will transport one to enchanting magical zones
Or engage in a hearty chat with friends and family
Thus turning even the bleakest hours sweet and lively
This poem is written visualizing the freezing winter of the West ! Dear friends of the West, spend your winter dreaming of the coming spring ! I know I am a bit old fashioned with a penchant for rhyming verse!
 Mar 2017 Excelsior
Valsa George
There was
none
to
listen
to her

Her words were like:

- A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks

- The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night

- The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry

The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners

Her words sounded meaningless
To a world that spoke a different tongue

With no receptacle, her words like heated waters
Evanesced into vapor and billowed upward
Like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds

But one day it rained down,
Quite unexpected…….

With thunder and lightning!
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 Mar 2017 Excelsior
phil roberts
He wakes in the morning
More tired than when he went to bed
He makes his coffee with too much milk
The TV news is pretty much the same as yesterday
Just the faces and names may change
The rain pours outside his window
Washing the colour from the day
And he is reminded of a phrase he heard
So often in the mills
A catchphrase of despair
"If this is living, roll on death"
Just another death wish day

                                             By Phil Roberts
Another slight rewrite
Time that stride where panorama abides
Viewed by different eyes yet the same things coincide.
Flawless tears praised the virtues of rain.
Clouds of thunderbolt shook the tree of pellets.
Summers steam had the whiff of hot spells.
Winter interlaced the dribbles into snow blanket.
Ripened days cropped up with distasteful appetite.
Spring just sprang up waking all desires.
Everything hangs in where vitality lay nested.
Picturesque ambience fills the bouquet in one frame
Yet eyes still searching for something and beyond.

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved
~~<♡>~~

beauty in life's aspects
all within your hand
the rising sun
the setting moon
the gently shifting sand

the touch of horse's muzzle
eyes so brown and mild
the smell of brewing coffee
the laughter of a child

the feel of grandpa's callused hands
the grace of a ballet
the awesome dome of bluest sky
watching children play

life can be
SO ugly
so many twists and turns
so caustic to the soul
as lye or acid, burns

take a moment of your day
to lie back and just reflect
on the goodness Grace has given you
in gratitude collect

all the blessings you have now
and those on mem'ry's shelves
place them fast over your ear
as though they were conch shells

listen to the ocean
listen to the waves
it is a song, it won't be long
before we're in our graves

yes... take those fond
remembrances
hold them to your face
they are to sway
like a sachet

lavender and lace



SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/10/2017
I've been thinking GOOD thoughts for
The last little while. Life's been very hard.
But.there HAVE been pleasant aspects.
For now I'm dwelling on those.
 Mar 2017 Excelsior
Prathipa Nair
When someone asks my age I smile
They start guessing twenty five,twenty eight
I smile again at their curiosity
And reply I am forty two !
Looking at me with a surprise
They ask me how come?
Your smile never tells your age
With a smile again, I replied
My heart never grow old !!
When a heart is young, a smile always looks young:-p
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