Uplifting Joys - Hello Poetry

Jan 2022

Jayanta

It is a place of abode to eternity
Everything is vivacious and startling
With the blessing of almighty!

Nature creates its own mystic presence
With its vigor and extensiveness
To make it generous!

Everything resembles with our life and its process
Inspire and embolden to lead the life!

In the end we return to the place
In search of eternal peace!

It is a place of perpetual wind
We call it ‘Balpakram’ !

Inspired by the traditional cultural believes of Garo tribal community of Garo Hills of Meghalaya, India. Literal meaning of Balpakram is place of perpetual wind in Garo language. As per Garo traditional cultural believes Balpakram is a sacred place where human soul rest after the death for eternal peace. Garo people also practice conservation in their villages in the forms of sacred grooves, village forest and community reserve.
Balpakram is now a National Park in South Garo Hills district of Meghalaya, India. The forest covers the canyon-gorges and plateau with vivid existence of limestone, woodlands, and grass land and water bodies. It is the habited of Asian Elephant, Red Panda, Sambar Deer, Barking . Deer, Tiger, Leopard, Clouded Leopard etc. It is also enriched with diversity of flora including the Pitcher plant.

#eternity #vigor #balpakram #blessing

Apr 2021

Valsa George

In the Hush of an Eve

In the hush of a fading twilight eve
Heard the passionate crooning of a dove
Under the eaves it sat close to her love
What delight, that sound instantly gave

Sudden was the change it could impart
Brought forth a spurt of spontaneous delight
Lifting away all my sadness and regret,
It fell like rain into my lovelorn heart.

The heavens soon turned azure blue
In joy, my heart began to leap
It generated in me emotions too deep
Before me all beauty came into view.

I saw pearls of bright sheen on trees,
Resting wobbly on the edge of leaves
Felt the scent of opening flowers,
Fanned in bouts of wind and breeze

Watched the evening covering in shrouds
And the day paving way to night
In darkness fireflies dancing in delight
And the moon riding in the palanquin of clouds

In the open I sat long like a sculptured figure
Breathing the scent of the perfumed air
Experiencing a new gaiety in profuse measure
My heart brimming with umpteen desire

Mar 2020

Jayanta

Crafting the self

Once started with riddle!
Transect through deprivation
drudgery and debarred!
Experience edifies us!
Learn how to deign
deliver and derive,
Crafting self
and bring meaning to life!

Dedicated to Ms Kabe Rongpipi of Chandra Sing Rongpi Village located in Kohora River Basin area of Karbi-Anglong ,Assam.
Getting married at the age of 22 years she pursuing Jhum (slash and burn cultivation) in hills. When first child was born she realizes practicing jhum with small child is difficult, so she search for alternative. She started her alternative venture as Vegetable vendor (she was the first women on this trade in the area) gradually started trading of wild edibles and other NTFP. Now she also practices fruit gardening, food processing along with earlier practices. In our last discussion in January, 2020, she shared ‘she love introduce as business women’.

#meaning #of #life #crafting #sel

Jan 2020

CK Baker

The Stream Keeper

Two Anna's hummingbirds, dance at the door
under the pane, in a mid-morning pour
whispering winds, voices through chimes
a whimsical picture, woven in rhyme

Perched on a limb (just a few yards back)
a pileated pecker, with breast of black!
foraging sparrows, partners in crime
picking out seeds from conical pine

A weighted blanket, and dark roasted brew
sipped on a rocker, with the daily news
the stream keeper watching, fluttering high
dipping and darting, at (wild) passers-by

Baseboard heaters, comfort the room
four months to go, to the April bloom!
the afternoon passes, in dense gray fog
a sliver of sunshine, catches a log

Into the evening, a soft glowing light
gusts on the water, gulls take flight
crows at a distance, nestled in trees
branches swaying, to a south-east breeze

Patterns of nature, the rhythm runs deep
“those rich forest gems, to the soul they will creep”
an archway to heaven, with guiding raccoons
look over yonder…the quiet tan moon!

These 2 lovely hummingbirds really did put on a show today! In the middle of winter nonetheless!
Just like a Disney special!
Absolutely delightful!

#hummingbirds #nature

Nov 2019

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Sea of Joy

Sad eyed lady of the harbor, standing on the shores of time, with the rhythms flowing through your hair like the washed up colors of a thousand songs in syncopated rhyme.
I’ll build myself a castle with the borders of the sky, to stand with you forever till the reason is swept aside, and we all live together like integrated minds.

Jul 2019

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Immunity

Exuberant ecstatic rapture
    Sardonic denigrating quip
    Joisting up an oaken rafter
    The cabin of a sailing ship

    Lucid eloquent recumbence
    Surreal retrospective grace
    Endless ocean’s myriad turbulence
    Infinity would set it’s pace

    Imbue spontaneous induction
    Exude efficient transience
    Exhort the mystic symbiotic construction
    For the course of our intransigence

    Litigant ludicrous licentiousness
    Coquettish audacious impunity
    Lecherous libidos atrocious impertinence
    Would pound id’s shore horrendously

    Derisive subjugated nuance
    Extol intrinsic unity
    Nebulous wisps of shaded quiescence
    With breeze and sky make harmony

    Predilect effluent effusion
    Tenacious taubla tapestry
    Alleviate the torrential confusion
    Acquire efficience for flights symmetry

Apr 2019

CK Baker

heaven sent

pastel sunset
pared, silver moon
tide reflections on shimmering glass
the heavenly day, passed

Happy Easter!

Apr 2019

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Epiphany

Hey, if we all apply zoomorphic zoolatry to the demagogueries of our social contiguities perhaps the vicarious recalcitrance of its objectified manifest will raise us all to new heights. Ethology's entelechy, élan-vital's apotheosis. I could make a case for ethereally sublime but I'd be hard pressed to epistemology proof it. Purely noumenal sentience semantics perhaps for although I believe we are corporeally preternatural we don't seem to have much metaphysical mystique. The best we can hope for is impetus intrigue and intuitional intrepid on the verve!!! We will never amount to clairaudience's clairvoyance to do an astral projection, nonetheless I do like to think I resemble.

Orthogenesis overtures, the perplexity of prosthesis' prospectus. Evolutionally metamorphic futurity fatidic. Psychic clarity's fiduciary. Pandemically phatic plenary plenipotentiary.

#neplusultra

Feb 2019

dadens

when the dust settles

between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.

Oct 2017

Star BG

Everyone

Inside ones life are hidden words and experiences.
A non-poet and poet
both have hidden words and experiences within.
Differences, the poet takes those scenarios
and scribes them to unload their possible burden,
and share them with the world.

Everyone should write
even if it isn't to share
as it can lead to insight and peace,
tears and laughter, fun and aspirations.

just a thought