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 2° 
Marya123
If I were a poem
I'd be made of words
That only you'd understand.
 2° 
Hummingbird
When a child is born,
A father learns how to cry,
Tears aren't always sad.
 2° 
Reappak
"I'm taller now"
the building said
"I'm older" the tree replied
"A hundred years ahead!"

"I carry humans"
The building spoke
"Provide shelter too!"
Oh dear Mr. Tree! What do you do?

"I bear fruits"
The tree told
"I'm a home to the birds"
Oh Mr. Building! This is what I do

"Ah! I'm stronger!"
The building argued
"I'm made of bricks and stones
Oh dear Mr. Tree! How strong are you?"

"I've lived the storms"
The tree responds
"On me the flowers bloom!
My dear brother! I'm whey stronger than you"

"It's the humans I carry"
The building added
"The ones that planted you!"
Now who's important? Me or you!

"I allow them to breath"
The tree sighed
"I give them fresh air!
Yet cutting me down
Is their very pride"

The building now was hushed
Not a single word
All his pride crushed
Now it felt absurd!
As March blows in
so does new life
new hope
new chances to fulfill dreams
to make them come true.
March 20th the first day of Spring
also known as the Spring Equinox.
One of the two days in the year
that the sun will rise due East
and set due West.
And with the arrival of this date
the days will become sunnier
and new life will start to bloom.
Although for some of us
we may not see it quite yet
after all we could still
get our fair share of snow.
But, March is the promise
that spring is beginning
that warmer brighter days
are ahead of us.
Watching the seasons
especially spring
is a wonderful reminder
of learning to wait for things
to arrive when they are meant to.
After a long and what seemed
like a very cold winter
feeling the warmth
of the sun on my face
through the window
as I stood admiring
the rise of the outside thermometer
it brought a very warm feeling
to my heart.  
Early spring is such a beautiful time
but, many times
the beauty is missed
in the longing
for what hasn’t yet arrived.
Rest assure that beauty is just ahead
because that is the promise of spring
new hopes, new chances to
make dreams come true
and Spring, she never disappoints.
We just sometimes
must be patient enough
to let her show
her beautiful self
when she is ready.
Take time to admire the beauty
of early spring
as she slowly stretches
and yawns herself awake
to dazzle us
with new beauty, hopes
dreams and growth
as March blows in….
~
Inspired by a quote by Rachel Carson

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – The assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
~ Rachel Carson
 2° 
Cné

My mind to frolic, with words of Frost
Slides between and then is lost

Drifting ‘round to fellows long
My thirst is deep; desires strong

Filled with all that Maya says
Flits in and out my meddling head

And ah, when Pablo speaks of love
My heart's aflutter with pure white doves

Around the beat, who else but Poe
A deep dark place I've come to know

I stop to ponder the words worth
As if I've nursed them from their birth

I settle to hear the rambling brook
Where Gwendolyn baits my eager hook

Then ‘long comes Oscar, running wild
I listen like an eager child

When Langston paints his colored hues
His canvas fills my point of view

Not just the finest spinning me
To this state of flux and reverie

For verses drift from near and far
Forever reaching for the stars

Feeding on the gentle night
I languish in the word's delight

Finding rhyme from ‘neath the skin
The place where passion's settled in

To fill my cup, appease my soul
Till hunger's sated, fat and whole

The empty space behind my eyes
Is filled with life's sweet lullabies

And when at last, I lay to rest
I'm filled with cadence of the best

Wish every morning
I wake up to the view of the river so deep
& valley serene
A place of quiet and evergreen trees

Where
Wildflowers grow, not in a row

The spotted deer comes to slake its thirst

The Rainbow feathered birds, eat berries and greet  

The song of the river, birds and the bees
A melody sweet
The river of joy, the river of peace

The view of the river
A place
I wish to wake up to  every morning
Just a beautiful dream
 2° 
Jayantee Khare

It is holi
Burn the ego
Let all the things go
With the feelings sweet
Sing  chorus tap our feet
The color  which is fast
Takes a lifetime to last
The color that is true
Red yellow or blue
Color me the way
On this holi day
Happy holi!
Happy holi all
A festival of colors..love...friendship and to burn the evils
When I drift off to sleep
stillness fills my limbs,
tranquility wraps my spirit,
as my dream world begins.

Soft and beautiful colors
fill my peaceful sleep,
visions of beauty and love
then begin to seep.

Soft and gentle touches
moving through time,
causing the pink of auras
to magnificently shine.

Tender enchanting tones
play softly in my ear,
a melody of song
so calming and dear.

Our essence of love
seeps into our dreams,
causing soothing sleep
until the first of sunbeams.
~
 1° 
David P Carroll
She's so beautiful in life
She's a true beauty
Of life, An Angel from above and
She's the women I'll forever love..
I Love You ❤️
 1° 
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
 1° 
SCHEDAR
Your soul
is a bookmark
just open
to the page
Forever,
True Love
no matter
our age..
Brilliance of the light
Reflected by the miniature chips
In chiseled geometric stars
Mysterious and magnetic
The energy source
A burst of radiance


🌟
 1° 
David P Carroll
I love you so much in life
And it's so beauitful and true
And I will always love you
And I'll never leave you
Now and forever I'll always be there for you.
True Love ❤️💖
 1° 
Donna
I looked out window
and saw a blossom tree dreams
of springtime come true

🌸🌸🌸
spring is on its way yay 😃🌸🌸🌸💖
 1° 
Edmund black
She
refuses
To reside
Inside
anyone’s
Solace
Especially
her own
She’s a
rare rose
With
the thorns
Still attached
She walks
a fine line
Somewhere
Along the line
Between pain
And fine wine
She always
found the time
And
Courage
To shine
You, yes You.... you have the strength of ten men , although not always easy ..... You keep standing for the win... You’re indeed a rare rose,  at times..... unaware!
 1° 
David P Carroll
Love is so
Beautiful in
Life just listen
To my heart
Beat it's
Always beating
I love you my
Beautiful Wife.
True Love 💗💗💗😘😘😘😘😘😘
 1° 
Pagan Paul
.
Upon the warm winds of time
glides a perfect single word,
a flick of a wing sublime,
takes flight the faraway bird.

Space leaves room for another
who's adventure now would fly,
whispers the faraway bird
'Peace to thee, farewell, goodbye'.



© Pagan Paul (19/11/19)
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Walking down a wooded path
tall flowing trees all around,
I came upon the river’s edge
and sat down on the ground.

Sitting at the edge of the river
I stare at its ongoing flow,
I start to give it all my pain
a release with each little throw.

My hardest pain is fear
that I’ve had from so long ago,
of never feeling good enough
that’s dulled my inner glow.

It eats at me like a cancer
each and every day,
the fear of never being good enough
and again being thrown away.

Years of disappointment and abuse
only being property, nothing to love,
but always trying to make things right
so everyone else could rise above.

I throw this fear out into the river
sit back and watch it pass slowly by,
I wrap my arms around myself
feel the release, let myself cry.

I throw out all the other pains
betrayal, heartache, loneliness and more,
I watch them drift gently way
these last tears will be left on this river shore.

Noticing as each and every pain
slowly floats down the river away,
I observe at a distance
as they fade into the suns sparkling rays.

Walking down a wooded path
tall flowing trees all around,
I came upon the river’s edge
and was surprised at what I found.


And ever onward shall we strive
and from the circle peace derive.
The sea in robes of mossy green
and blues the eye has never seen...
In grays that mock the stormy sky
and depths that hold the tears gone by....


A sweet release we give our heart
from pain of past that tore apart,
relief that only one can find
when hearts we let, become unconfined,
to leave behind those stormy skies
letting self-love baptize…


A tide of tears resides within
and waits to overflow.
i greet with a smiling face
so others will not know.

How feeble is this masquerade.
Transparent are the games.
Emotions should be given room
without the chides and blames.

The time will come to open up
and let the dam release...
my will, the pressure stop.
my soul will be at peace.

Weep when grief prescribes.
Laugh for humor's sake.
Love with everything you have
and forgive, all your mistakes.


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Thank you Cné!!!!!
Mastmaula - The happy go lucky little turtle

On the beaches of Konkan
Lived a few families of turtles
For ages it has been their home .

Amongst them lived Mastmaula a young and adventurous turtle
To explore the surroundings he loved, popular and lovable , a friend to all .
Many a times he would stray away and had to be fetched by the elders in the group .

He loved visiting  the homes of the fishermen who lived by the sea.
Particularly fond of cabbage fed by the fisherwomen .

Amusingly he was also fond of music .
And loved to dance

The fishermen went fishing by the day
And would celebrate  the catch and their life by evenings .
Music played  and seafood savoured in almost every home.

Mastmaula was sure to visit, the fisherman 's house when there used to be a party.
One of the evenings , there was one going on in one of the houses , music was loud with party lights on.
And ,the food yes cabbage in colours, purple and green ,
Mastmaula knew would sure be part of the menu.

The fisherman's family had guests coming from afar
The occasion , an engagement ceremony .
As the music went on , Mastmaula went turtle and began to spin.
And sure he did have a few amazing moves , which caught the guests' eyes
And one of them ,fancied  carrying Mastmaula to their home.
The host opposed but the guest's  7 year old daughter Mili loved Mastmaula and wanted him to be part of her family . The host reluctantly obliged.

Soon , it was dark and a bale of turtles were out to fetch back Mastmaula home. They knew where to  find him.
Reaching the party venue and not finding him there they panicked and soon swelled in numbers.

The fishermen family knew it was time to call their guest ,who had taken away  Mastmaula .
The guest hurriedly came back with Mastmaula in a little basket and placed him down .
Mastmaula was overjoyed to reunite with his family and promised them all that he would never stray away and be careful of his visits alone to the fishermens homes.
Have always told self invented bed time stories to my boys .
My older son , Amitabh has been fond of 'The Hare and the Tortoise' since he was a toddler , have told him many , cause he always to listen to a new version .
Last night came up with this story of a young turtle .
I haven't ever written any story so far . This is the first that I have documented and so thought of sharing here on HP.

My mother tongue /Native language is Hindi .
Narrated the boys this story in Hindi .

MastMaula means -Happy go Lucky

Dedicated to both my sons , Amitabh and Anshul  :)
Thank you all for reading
 1° 
Giovanna
As the wind blew,
it took some of me to you.
First my essence,
And then my heart!
 1° 
Tash Mckay
I have a nephew who's full of life
Makes me happy in this **** life .
He is the rising sun
Breaking light on every one
Helping me smile
Helping me be free
Colors just burst for he
He can not talk
He is special needs
But in his silence
I no his needs
He also smart
He understands me
He make me laugh
He so full of glee
So happy
So insightful
So misunderstood
He walks in a room
A bomb of energy
Oh dear sweet boy
I do love thee
Thankyou for trusting me
Thankyou for showing me
How to be free
You are the fastest river I ever see run
The strongest boy
So full of joy
Heart so pure
Colours dance around you when you sleep
He is the kindest wee boy you will ever meet x
My nephew is 6 he is special needs I spend a lot of time with him x we have a close bond . He such a sweetie x but he is ill in hospital so this is a poem dedicate to him xxxx I want him to be ok x
 1° 
Kartikay sangal
That day,That memory,
That moment,That magic
That gift,That Sight
Is Unforgettable
Your smile from that mile
That beauty in your eyes
That healing of my pain
Is Unforgettable
That love in your hand
That lil awkward smile
That feeling of being loved
Is Unforgettable
Many more to come
Such a wonderful time
This positivity Is Unforgettable
❤️That lil awkward smile❤️
8th March, 2021
Monday
 1° 
Jacqueline O
The Moon
       The Moon

Your eyes are pretty

The Moon
       The Stars
               Your Eyes

The Moon
        The Moon
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