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  Oct 2017 Jazeera
Elizabeth Squires
Poets will proffer a word creation
Pictures on the page of mankind*  
Pouring forth imagination
Past greats all of literary rind

Over centuries till to-day
Our world reading from quills divine
Of the art in a mind's thought clay
Opus after opus gold to mine

Verse of romance lovers embrace
Verily spring's bloom tis beautiful
Victory won on the battle-front's face
Vying for lands e'er plentiful

Every composition a story
Each wordsmith of singular hand
Etching a mark throughout history
*Ergo the masterpiece so grand
Trolaan

Trolaan, created by Valerie Peterson Brown, is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains. Each quatrain begins with the same letter. The rhyme scheme is abab.

Starting with the second stanza you use the second letter of the first line of the first stanza to write the second each line beginning with that letter.

On the third stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the second stanza and write the third each line beginning with that letter.

On the fourth stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the third stanza and write the fourth each line beginning with that letter.
  Oct 2017 Jazeera
Imran Islam
Mom, your hugs are magical
They are wondering me always,
Make me cool and happy
Your hugs are the cure when I'm upset
They melt my body, mind, and soul.
I need more hugs from you every day,
To grow into a secure individual
And bubbling with confidence.

Mom, your hugs care for me
I would be a piece of your heart
You will be always here for me
Your hugs make my life smart.
You promptly correct me if I misbehave
Ma, your love is unconditional to me.

Mom, have you hugged me today?
Have you forgotten my need?
Mom, I miss you, I need your hugs
Every night, every morning, all the day...
  Oct 2017 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
Threatening the mind of a brave soldier
The dark forces will remain unexplained
Tell the generations ahead what’s colder
Tyranny or democracy, peace maintained?

Hell may fall upon those who tears apart
He chose to dispatch the strength acquired
Howling the deeds he did from the start
Heathen, called himself to meet the required

Eventually, we will foresee the future now
Evolving a supernova to explode by then
Even the universes need a leader to bow
Ever will you believe the lord by then?

Vanished theories, then will rise from
Vegetating brains, once hesitated to form
Vigorous thoughts, soon will drum
Violently, watching the prophecies form

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thanks to Elizabeth Squires
Trolaan

Trolaan, created by Valerie Peterson Brown, is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains. Each quatrain begins with the same letter. The rhyme scheme is abab.

Starting with the second stanza you use the second letter of the first line of the first stanza to write the second each line beginning with that letter.

On the third stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the second stanza and write the third each line beginning with that letter.

On the fourth stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the third stanza and write the fourth each line beginning with that letter.
  Oct 2017 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
Amid the obstacles, went through
A huge pit downward, survivors?
Who do you expect to fall for traps?
Said you thought through, roughly?

How many lives will end up in ropes?
How many futures crash on rail roads?
The purple papers start to stink blood
You smell the perfume with those stacks
Indian citizens are suffering from the great change of the century (banning of 500 and 1000 rupee notes)
Many poor people are hanging to death becoz the money they stacked to marry their daughters are useless now.
  Oct 2017 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
Got my background *****
Never my fault, I've tried
Don't even blame my fate
Everyone littered constantly
Put my life under many sweats

Had to wake up and run
Never turning back, just trying
When hardwork pays off
To get that taste in every level
Cramps transformed to rewards

It's a risk to root down deep
Staying in that mode unshakeable
That's how I'm growing through
With all these dirts beneath me
Strengthen my stem and blossom
On the surface like a lotus
Strive hard to the top even if your background haunts you
  Oct 2017 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
You can’t stop smoking
I can
You can’t ignore ****
I can
You can’t avoid drinking
I can
You can’t stop shouting
I can
You can’t shut up complaining
I can
You won’t drop that gun
I will
You can’t help silence
I can
You survive with violence
I can’t
Toleration with independence
Seizing opportunities for peace
Let the wire choke your lungs out
Hell in front, war of apes
Animals in the streets, Grodds
Telepathic maniacs attacking blocks
Rappers in the venues spitting fires
On every head spreading contagion
Zombies alike, transformers of Lannesters
  Oct 2017 Jazeera
Dr Peter Lim
My ship has anchored
on Merry Village at last
after ten thousand miles at sea
and now rest I must.

I'll get drunk all day long
worry into the waters I'll cast
I'll count my silver and gold
in which I've placed my trust.

The sweetest maid I'll marry
my loneliness I'll put to rust
the village shall hail me as hero
I'm no longer the poor lad of the past.

A fund I'll set up for the needy
  I'll name it The Merry Village Trust
  no child shall live in poverty
  my dream I've realised at last.
Nil
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