Month: December 2014

The Mother In You —— Parenting -2

Post author By meenas17
Post date December 9, 2014
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The mother in you as I find
tells that you are very kind
you treat your children with a vow
never do you let yourself to a bow.

The mother in you I admire
as your ways should come up in wire
you allow them a space to grow
never do you grant them an extra place to slip.

The mother in you I appreciate
the touch you have with them never depreciates
mindless of their age in general
let alone their locations in referral.

The mother in you I dedicate
a loveliness in all with an indicate
the reciprocal you receive from your kids
keeps me aghast and amazed in all bids.

Tags bringing up, mother, Poem

fundamentals. motherly parenting Poetry

The Mother In You—-Parenting

Post author By meenas17
Post date December 9, 2014
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The mother in you
sees your children in true
seeing alone is not the clue
disciplining them is worth a few.

The mother in you more or less
makes you love your child none the less
that is not the only direction in less
it is but one of a process in plus.

The mother in you all the more
watches the child evermore
mean not to go behind him to the core
a distant monitor is the way to reach the shore.

The mother in you has to be careful
a kindling spirit you must be in full
a guiding force all very beautiful
that be the procedure to bring them wonderful.

That be the mother in grace
bringing up children is no haze
the fundamentals are the base
all these would attract a gaze.

Tags Discipline, distant., monitor, mother, Poem

gesture. incubator nest Poetry

The Squirrel’s Gesture.

The squirrel comes up to my window
goes to the ventilator above
a thoroughfare in ups and downs
made me to eye her with a frown.

This being done for not once a day
being seen all through for a few days.
Curious to find out what is going on?
climbed up the window with a pull on.

Mounted there cosily on the ventilator
the squirrel had built a nest like an incubator
where its little ones lay cuddled together
tiptoed back down without a whisper.

The squirrel followed me in such speed
she had gone out to hunt for feed
rushed to the spot with a fear
envisaging a potential danger.

Stood away from the nest nervous
keenly looked at my move not pernicious
pleased to find me not harmful
chirped happily, a gesture in a way wonderful.

Tags cuddled, Poem, squirrel, ventilator

home Poetry

Write your accounts they say
it is a typical way
a record of what you spend
a very good method to depend on
all that is well in spirit
really it gives no respite
a day you forget to write
your conscience kills you not slight
not only, you fear yourself
also, you are scary of the other self
might be your husband at home
who questions you and diffuse your calm
may be your senior in workplace
who makes you feel out of place
Well, this record of what you do
the expenses at home would be few
you know what to buy and what not
there need not be any other way out
writing what you spend and tallying it
time consuming and unnecessary in a bit
the span of life being short
with the survival being fought
an accounting for business is a fit.
but for the house it is unfit
this be my opinion very clear
you may not like it my dear.

Tags accounts, fright, husband, Poem

billions millions Money Poetry position public

Millions With A Dime

It is a clamber
also a glamour
a public position
with high disposition
having a control
always on the whole
that of power
with the eye on a tower
and of monetary
an access to the treasury
matters not the slot
be it small or big in thought
the commanding post holds merit
adds to their net worth and credit
become a billionaire in no time
make millions with a dime.

Tags glamour, Poem, Power

coherence. intervention Poetry

The Colours Play

A grocer has colours too
a greengrocer is one
so do the smiths
the blacksmith
and the goldsmith
goes on colours in names too
there are Whites, Blacks
and Greens, Violet
and Rose in a pictorial hue
no semblance to the people
no connection to their names
the colours go into the stream
seamless is their intervention
subtle is their connotation
lovely they are in an apparent jurisdiction.

Tags black, colours, Gold, green, Poem

bliss grace picture Poetry

Mother Feeds—-No Inhibition

Post author By meenas17
Post date December 7, 2014
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A child hungrily sucks the breast
the mother holds him in a fond rest
a beautiful sight to view
the child has no clue
hunger is his only thought
other than else no other slot
the mother’s blood turns into milk
the child finishes his feed with a lick
the milk being a life-giving nectar
complements and supplements all sectors
it is a boon to both the giver and the receiver
like mercy it is twice blest
blesses the one that gives
and the one that takes
with the mother having gained benefits
the child nevertheless faces no deficit
they present a picture of bliss and grace
nothing to do with scorn even in a trace.

Tags feed, mother, Poem

Poetry possibilty

The Theory Of Possibility

Post author By meenas17
Post date December 7, 2014
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A drizzle in drips
held me in a grip
mind you the flower like
captivated an iron like
that too happens in a jolt
unexpected comes from the bolt
the petite girl pretty and mild
win over the man huge and wild
the heart firm and resolute
extends compassion absolute
the theory of possibility as seen
seems not very keen
fumbles with a slip and fall
differs from the writing on the wall.

Tags captivates, drizzle, flower, Poem

Life Poetry validate.

The Blue Waters

Looking at the blue waters
I sit there for an hour and quarter
my thoughts wander
as I gaze with wonder
at the waves that come up in a tide
a close kiss on my feet beside
then turn back in a hurry
they go up and down without worry
a fine rhythmic manoeuvre
in a sequential grandeur
amazed I look at the blue waters for long
a thematic presentation in a melodious song
depicting the ebb and flow as a movement of fun
more so as a phenomenon very simple and common
the sequence of life validated through high and low
the method of living explained in moves slow.