The Challenge

The volcano in man erupts

even in the spring time

of one's life.

No matter how angelic

my being yearns to be,

monstrously unfair

breathing creatures

lambaste and stab.

My back arched in pain.

What then is righteous anger

if the core seethes in frustration?

Vengeance is a challenge

like Rabbi who made a whip.

Believe in Magic

 

Believe in magic, my little girl. 

I promise you, I will be there

To watch your dance and lovely gait

And clap my hands in euphoric state.

But here I am in a crowded street

With yellow daisies for your feat.

God, I whisper, soar me high

On wings of my umbrella I will fly

Just right in time for the curtain call

And kiss you goodbye for your ball.

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Bluebell Books:Short Story Slam Week 18

Cyclone in December

I dreamed of an enchanted December
Trees lined with lighted foliage
And pumpkin cushion, a respite forever.

Sweet fragrance of chamomile tea
Increases my festive spirit to a tee
As I deliver my soliloquy
To the blue green birdie
Perched on the tree.

But alas!
From deep slumber I awake
And found my magical vision at stake.
The strongest cyclone to hit my country
Run off quickly and killed many.


Loss of lives and destruction
Survivors grieve in action
From flooded and muddy ground 
Wailing souls reach out their hands.

"Tis the season to be jolly
But how can we be merry?
To God Almighty please have pity
In your compassion give hope and mercy.


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Poetry Picnic Week 18: Snow, December, Winter Vacations, and Wildness

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