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 Sep 22
Àŧùl
You
Crazy
Diamond
My HP Poem #1992
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 22
Nat Lipstadt
“No one ever made a decision because of a number. They need a story.”

— Daniel Kahneman—

indeed
but every number
has a story,
perhaps hidden,
sometimes obvious.

and yet,
there is a certain
elegant simplicity
a beauteous
e c o n o m y
to the numbers
that define
our choices
<>
betting you know
exactly
my subtle
meaning
7:14am
22 Sept


2024
 Sep 21
Traveler
The memories, the loving,
the longing, the dread.
The ghost of me still lives in your head.
You see me, you shutter, you stutter turn red.
The ghost of me remains undead.

Alone with him.
There’s nothings left..
My ghost still haunt
your lovers nest…

The obsessions, the confessions,
the unlearn lessons.
Until my ghost is no longer pleasant..
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Sep 21
Ajit Saigal
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Beneath Autumn's amber canopy, crimson leaves descend,
Breeze hums soft, winds rustle, golden branches fend.
Fields wear coats of copper, the skies a mellow blue,
Earth rests ever peaceful, wrapped in dreamy prismatic view.

But wait!

Whispers in the woodlands augur, of winter drawing near,
Streams grow silent and slower, the days are crisp and clear.
Autumn weaves her fading robe, down the vale and up the hill,
Trees now bare and blown alone, brace for the northern crispy chill.

She reigns bold with crystal breath, She adorns the silver mistal frost,
Locked in the slumber of icy warmth, world's mesmerized n bitten frost.
Yet there's beauty in Winter's bite, X'mas stars so sharp and bright,
The glaring moon does outshine, longest of all those lustrous nights.

Whispers stir the uncanny earth, Snow thaws timid and un-certain,
Tender shaven heads of buds uncurl, tranquil signs of birth unwhirl.
The air gets sweet with secret songs, Streams anew in lyrical reprise,
This stoic winter though lingering still, paves the way for spring's encore.

And aloha!

Spring blossoms bright and gay,
Skies sing choirs of purple nights, and vibrant radiant days.
Draped in spectrum hues, the air is filled with laughter cues,
Joy spills out from sprightly souls, life renews her tillowed-faery soles.

And there!

Summer sun ascends in blaze n might, Skies stretch far in endless blue,
Fields decked-up in emerald green, flowers enticing n kissed by dew.
Warmth that hums in every breeze, rollicks lush in flare and plume,
Golden rays embrace earth enchanted, Joy looms large in glints n glows.
Stanza 4: Soft whispers stir the uncanny earth, snow thaws timid n uncertain,
[Uncertain because, it's going to unmask the hidden dreams behind nature's winter curtain]

This poem fits primarily into the "quatrain type" idyll based nature poetry genre. Here are some characteristics that align it with this genre:

Themes of Nature: The poem tries to beautifully describe the changing seasons—autumn, winter, spring, and summer—highlighting their unique qualities and the beauty of the natural world.

Imagery: Vivid imagery is used throughout, painting a rich picture of landscapes, colors, and sensory experiences (e.g., "autumn's amber canopy," "golden rays," "crimson leaves").

Personification: Nature is personified, as seen in phrases like "She reigns bold with crystal breath," which adds depth and emotion to the portrayal of the seasons.

Rhythm and Flow: The poem has a musical quality, with a rhythmic flow that complements the theme of nature's symphony, making it feel both lyrical and harmonious.

Celebration of Change: The poem emphasizes the cyclical nature of life and the beauty in transitions between the seasons, a common theme in nature poetry.

Overall, it may also be classified under lyric poetry due to its personal reflection and emotional resonance regarding nature.
 Sep 20
Traveler
Embrace the pain
While it last
Life is so short
Even pleasure must pass
The knowing can be bitter
The brooding of the quitter
But the heartbeat of the thankful
   Shall surpass...
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Sep 19
Arooz
You say
You feel
Dizzy when you
Kiss me. So do
I

Is it the slow dance
Of dopamine
Digging grooves between
Our bodies? Or
Is it the
Intoxication
Of desire
We’re drunk on? Is there
A difference?

You try
Try to
Decipher the
Way I look at
You

Do you see it?
This is hunger.
This is wanting
Taking shape.
Anything more
Definitive
And you will scare
The birds off.

I thank god
That you cannot see
The desperation
Beating beneath me

Because I love
To burn slow
But you, dipped
In Sun, Blessed
By God, looked
So sweet beneath
Changing skies
I couldn’t
Help but tilt
Towards your beams

Now tangled in
Your taste, I try
To decipher
What lies beneath
Desire.
I keep editing this and playing with the meter. Feedback is welcome
 Sep 17
Traveler
Being easily agitated
by those on the other teams side.
Is a sure symptom of living a lie.
I can see clearly on everybody’s side and no side at all.
Traveler 🧳 Tim

I’ll support anyone doing the right thing and no one doing evil!
 Sep 17
CJ Sutherland
Close as two sisters can be
Sister Sue and Mary Lou you’ll see
They grew together then went their way
Bound by emotion. A hug is all they say.

Sister, Sue, and Mary Lou
Twins, lives in twined they grew
They held each other, love and Tears
Streamed through their eyes mixed fears

Every day they spoke on the telephone
Keeping in touch, never felt alone
They mostly got along hardly fought
To find husbands is what they thought

Sister, Sue, and Mary Lou
Were each other’s glue
Boyfriends came and went
Their emotions slowly spent

Even though they lived apart
Relationships shaped The same heart
Couplings unsustainable they’ll broke
Praying perfect companion heaven spoke

A tragic way for sister Sue, and Mary Lou
Destined to be just them too
The closest Bond of love, they knew
They wanted more then sad depressed blue

Time marched by sister, Sue, and Mary Lou
Realized love was not meant to be
If one in love, not the other, Three off-kilter
Through rose colored glasses Jaded filter

It was to be for all to see An emptiness
Brewing in them a deep sadness
This insuperable story of twins,
Who achieved A great deal,

Because they never gave up
They never gave in, they Believed

An epic poem

Inspired songs
1) The wind beneath my wings
By Bette Midler

2) One is the loneliest number
By Three Dog Night

This poem was intended for the webster’s word of the day Challenge in July. The criteria is to complete a poem within that day. Clearly that was not the case . Still, I left the word and definition as an afterthought.
The idea of Websters word of the day challenge for me is to learn new words. after all the knowledge is for my edification.
I encourage everybody to try it. It’s not as easy as it looks. Message me for more information or BLT
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge
Insuperable 7-3-24
Something described as insuperable is impossible to gain control of, solve, or overcoming

Poem written 5-13-24 in draft mode until now
6-3-24 we worked until published
9-16-24
 Sep 14
Drab
Like a bottle or my brain,
I have a few necks and thoughts that are narrow.
The turkey’s have it easy……..

Except on…………..
NOTE – b# - Except for most people.
#tg
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