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 Mar 27
Nishu Mathur
In the afternoon
Below a grey blue sky
I hear the chatter
Of the magpies.
And they talk in bird talk
In words unknown to me
As they bob their little heads
By the amaltas tree.
Glad I am to hear them
I listen carefully
Happy to be in their -
wondrous company
 Mar 27
Salmabanu Hatim
Me
Sometimes I am good,
Sometimes I can be bad,
I enjoy life ,
I enjoy being driven in fast cars,
I can still put my leg in my underwear,
Whilst standing,
And not lose my balance,
Also I don't exercise  a lot,
But I do lots of accupressure points and tapping,
To service my internal organs.
I enjoy making money,
But I feel sad when it leaves me,
Somehow my fist closes tightly over it.
My daughter says,"It's like taking blood out of a stone,
It doesn't mean I am a miser,
May be its a phobia what would I do if I didn't  have any or,
It's just that I am one for financial discipline
I would give my children just enough pocket money,
So they would know its value.
25/3/2025
 Mar 24
Nishu Mathur
Wayward curls shine in silver
New strands each day I see 
Nothing will ever stop these waves
From greying furiously  

Why then be lost in troubled thoughts 
And hurry those tides of white 
Breathe in and breathe out instead
Let little things delight 
 
Sing of the joys of nascent spring
Dance to a happy summer song 
Paint trees in burnished gold 
Spin tales of leprechauns

Embrace brazen winds that breeze
The earth that holds well-walked feet 
The canopy of light and dusky night 
Where the sun and the moon come to meet 

No tarot reading
No fortune teller 
No crystal ball I see 
Why riddle the eyes with endless thoughts....
What shall be, shall be
Written a gazillion days back
 Mar 23
Carlo C Gomez
Evening is on the take
The sun herself senses it
Her heat is slipping away
Eclipsed by cold, arctic tendrils
Rilling through the fragile geography
Earth is a strong fighter though
Able to restore itself in serene defiance
Light she brings to keep night in its place
Written for the challenge to write an acrostic poem to the word Ethereal, using the word serene somewhere in the poem by Mrs. Timetable.

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5012875/ethereal-acrostic/
 Mar 23
Vianne Lior
Hunger swallows song,
crimson drips from the lotus
hollow blooms in bloom.

 Mar 20
Immortality
In the tranquil woods,
I wander,
each tree a thought,
each breeze a lesson.

Remind me,
in every pathway,
I am part of it all,
in this art,
called life.
"Everything happens for a reason, good or bad."
And after watching (a lotttt of times) and analyzing Avengers: Endgame, I believe that they are very right, lol.
Wake up in the morning,
Grab my cap, tie my shoes,
Get in the car, can't wait to see you.
<3
Get dropped off,
Walk into the school,
Wait in the cafeteria for you!
<3<3
Wish you didn't forget your hoodie,
Grab mine, I don't need it,
Get some breakfast and go, I love you so.
<3<3<3
At the end of the day, no matter how mature I write I still am.
Her sweet beauty once kissed me
With the sighs of candles,
Her exquisite rhythms once caressed me,
With the groove of vineyards
Her rainbows of melodies
Once mesmerized me,
With the accents of moonlit waves
And irises
Her honey love once soothed me
Like evening waterfalls
Her exotic romance once moved me
To sweet tears like fireflies waltz
In the Summer evenings
Her midnight rain once
nourished me like roses and sunflowers

And once has become always
And once has become always

Reynaldo Casison
 Mar 6
Nishu Mathur
If I were a tuft of cloud
Up in the sky I'd float
Over oceans, rivers, streams
Meadows, glens and moats

I'd be a brush of Ivory
A streak, some fluff, a wisp
An artist's muse on an easel
A song on a poet's lips

I'd see the rising waves and land
I'd hang low on plateaus
I could meet with lofty mountains
Capped with gleaming snow

I would gleam in happy wonder
In the eyes of a curious child
Spinning shapes and fantasies
Within a dimpled smile

Sometimes, I'd hide the sun and moon
Sometimes, I'd bring in rain
Pleased I'd be to lounge and sail
In a sky of blue again

I would be glad to meet you too
Away from the madding crowd
Should you be walking on sunshine
With your head up in the clouds

If I were a tuft of cloud
I'd hum la la la dee dooo
Happy I'd be to lounge and sail
In peace in a sky of blue.
An old poem
 Mar 6
Immortality
a falling star,
drawn to another,
as if the universe
had always known.
just cause...
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