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I listen for the caramel sound
of your sweet voice
sitting on
a weathered old bench
at Vista 3 in Erna Nixon park
the wind sighs where
so many have waited
I listen for the still small voice
a mosquito whines in my ear
and the lanky shadows of
late afternoon backpacking
through the swampy wetlands
listen too….
flowers bloom, long trumpets
from our ears
I catch a glimpse of the One
with lotus petaled lips and orange
robes
disappearing just beyond the
vermilion horizon
I run to catch up with You
O elusive One
always one step ahead of me

listen to the pitter patter of
my heart

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Shannon Jeffery Apr 2014
Bullying such a terrible thing
Target the small and fragile
It will only cause a minor sting
This pain shall only last a small while

Hound that little boy with glasses
"Nerd, Geek, Four eyes"
Shove him into lockers as he passes
Torment him until he cries

What about the red haired girl
"Ginger, Ranga, Carrot Top"
Pound her down until she curls
Push them to their limit, don't stop

Now the question I shall ask
What did you gain
Other than your shallow mask
Trying to hide your own shame

You don't understand what you cause
Those kids you tormented
Only find safety and joy in self recluse
They now believe they are demented

That girl you called Ginger
Has bled out over the floor
Its "You" who caused her to injure
This young girl is now dead to the core

That boy you called four eyes
He now hangs from the ceiling
Sleeping away in the night skies
These kids no longer have feeling

What do you say for yourself
Nothing, nothing at all
Bullying is your disgusting wealth
But one day realise you shall fall

One day people shall stand
Fight against this vile behavior
Together we will band
And this shall be our savior
Stand up against bullying. We need to get rid of it. Causing way to much harm
a  Oct 2020
Ranga (Class Poem)
a Oct 2020
Skin.
Like a river accepts its stream.
A hopeless romantic to nourish my soul.
True beauty that lies above the world.
How we originally told our lines to each other:
A hopeless romantic to nourish my soul.
Like a river accepts its stream.
True beauty that lies above the world.
Skin.
Jack flynn  Mar 2010
Untitled
Jack flynn Mar 2010
I love the small ranga formally named "Rosie"
Meray wajud main yun mera yar raqsan hay
Kay jaisay shukh faseelon pa piar raqsan hay
Nazar hay jati jahan pa wohan hay wo mujod
Kay kis tara say chaman main baharraqsan hay
Jo bhar kay dekha usay ab naheen hay apni khabr
Magr nashay main hon main tar tar raqsan hay
Jo sar main suda samaya watan parasti ka
Hazar rah may ab dekho dar raqsan hay
Na jalti ankhain jalao ka buj na jain kaheen
Ka meri aankhon main bus intizar raqsan hay
Hazar rang ma hay husn piar yak ranga
Ka rang rang main bus ik hisar raqsan hay
Mai Mehr la gia bazi wo ** *** meri
Ka meray charon taraf purdadar raqsan hay

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
at the center of the milky way
rests
the reclining lord of sri ranga
adorning a diadem
accentuated with a peacock feather

complexioned like
the dark rain bearing clouds
his golden navel
the true seat of
this galaxy’s black hole

a waft of
warm sandalwood
floats all through space
as i revel in the lilting tunes of
die zauberflote


© 2019
Poem inspired by Govind Ramakrishnan from his book- my world in fifty words
Ashwin Kumar Feb 25
We share many beautiful memories
Because, are we beautiful brothers
From childhood to adolescence to adulthood
Our relationship has never been less than very very good!

We share many beautiful memories
Playing cricket on the streets
And of course inside the house
Making a mockery of cricket rules in the process
For example, a one-handed one-pitch catch
Could win you the match
Or even better, getting beaten would be considered out
However, best of all was book cricket
Where India would score a thousand runs
And the opposing team would be shot out for less than fifty runs!!

We share many beautiful memories
Playing many Cric07 matches
You teaching me the "D-shot"
Myself as Steve Harmison playing 400 ***** without a single attacking shot
Pitching the ball on the wicketkeeper's legs
For sure, would we have outraged many cricket lovers!!

We share many beautiful memories
My unnaturally high-pitched laugh during the beginning of my teens
You having to explain cricket rules to me all over again
Though I had not REALLY forgotten
The hilarious Yelagiri boat incident
For hysterics, did I have some kind of talent!!

We share many beautiful memories
Listening to AR Rahman songs of the glorious late nineties
Before you converted me to a Harris Jayaraj fan
And more than a decade later, a Santhosh Narayanan fan!!

We share many beautiful memories
You and Shreeja teasing me multiple times
About the "Gulmohar Malare" song
Thanks to this, YouTube did I start watching!!

We share many beautiful memories
Playing the game "20 Questions"
Involving cricket as well as Harry Potter
Having multiple debates on Harry Potter
Comparing the movies with the books
This would go on for hours!!

We share many beautiful memories
Having multiple get-togethers with our relatives
Watching cricket matches at Ranga Periappa's house
Getting treated to Sizzling Brownies at Opal Inn
And can I go on and on
However, as per my idol Dr. Meena Kandasamy's advice sage
A poem has to stop at some stage
So, Dear Bro, hope you enjoyed reading
As much as I enjoyed writing!!
Poem on some of the best memories that my very dear cousin brother Anirudh and I share.

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