Nirvana 1979

 

Choices

 

Rooted! - Articulating Genuine Love

 Rooted! - Articulating Genuine Love

12 Years, 571 Poems

 How swiftly another year has gone by!  

I wrote my first poem on 01.07.2009, and as the sunsets on the 12th year, my anthology boasts of 571 poems.

You could say, it's been a fruitful 12 years.

To the One Whom I Hold In Awe, my humble gratitude 🙏🏾 

To each and every one of you who have been kind towards my efforts, much love ❤️

To Tinta (K Jacinta Rao) & Reena Shukla, my patient sounding-boards, many virtual hugs 🤗

Openly Targeting Enablers

Enablers Sarcasm Unleashed 😡🤬😡🤬 for Enablers 🤬😡🤬😡

##TakeAStand

Projecting, Interpreting

 You did not see me,

While you were reading my words

You saw the caricature, 

That you have built up of me

Cloaked in the projections of your own mind-set.

Onto whatever I said/wrote

You put tone to my words

Nuanced my phrases

Restructured my punctuation

Assigned intentions

..... According to your perceptions

In short, you projected your interpretations onto my words

And so you missed out, 

On the beauty of my mind 

Its unique approach to issues, 

The careful and precise usage

Of language to communicate a thought. 

 ... And as a result, communication failed and we both lost.

Contrasts

 Note: 

The landscape drawing that makes up the background, I have made that effect using MS-Paint and Photoshop Filters. 

The trees, clouds and other graphics, I had sourced via Google Search some years ago and are the intellectual property of the respective artists.

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Epitome Of Love Sustained

 ❤️🤗🥰💕❤️🤗🥰💕❤️🤗🥰💕❤️🤗🥰💕

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To Where All Senses Are Attuned

 20.02.2021

To Where All Senses Are Attuned

As the sun sets over the horizon

Orange streaks into dark rose melds

Gradually seeping into violet, 

And the blackness steadily descends.

But the beauty of that changing canvas

Now with twinkling stars festooned

Loses out to a broken heart

To where all senses are attuned.

The soundless keening cries of loss

In the air abounds

And that eerie silence 

Blots out all other sounds.

 

As the night progresses

The longing in intensity grows

To be loved, cherished and protected

By the one that one adores.

And the sky grows darker

Into the predawn black

Matching emotions perfectly 

The 'Lack-Of-Hope' pitch-black.

The sun rises over the horizon

And the dawn sky steadily loads

From sombre grey, to violet to pink

Cheerful blue, making inroads.

But the beauty of that changing canvas

With fluffy clouds now festooned

Loses out to a broken heart

To where all senses are attuned.

... Jacqui

What We Need Now, Absolutely!

Humanity First, across the spectrum ... Sending comfort to whoever needs it, across the miles.

(Awareness of Global Current Affairs required)

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This Whittled Bamboo Stalk

 This Whittled Bamboo Stalk

On a different note ... To Love Eternal!

Though this poem focuses on the flute, it could be replaced by any other musical instrument. Music uplifts me and I thank all musicians for bringing the sweet tones of music to life.

I Celebrate

 

Victory With Honour

 

Birth Centenary Tribute - Prelude To Poem 1

 

Birth Centenary Tribute - Poem 1

 Part I : 

Irene Louise Marcedo - Celebrating The Person, The Woman, The Mother ... Through the eyes of her Last Bundle Of Joy ... ❤️ You Mummy

Birth Centenary - Prelude To Poem 2

 

Birth Centenary Tribute - Poem 2

 Part II : 

Commemorating Your Life Of Nurturing, Of Growth

Irene Louise Marcedo, 

     With the magic in your fingers

     You raised an atmosphere serene

     With flowering plants and fruit trees

     Amidst a riot of green.

                                     ... Jacqui

Birth Centenary Tribute - Prelude To Poem 3

 

Birth Centenary Tribute - Poem 3

Part III : 

100th Birth Anniversary 

Irene Louise Marcedo

Victory With Honour,

Are words on a disc

Etched in beaten gold

As mottos go, 

Its without parallel

A gift of worth untold.

                        ... Jacqui

Birth Centenary Tribute - Prelude To Poem 4