Category: Poetry

Hand To Mouth Existence

I am not ashamed of myself
I have not earned a single penny
I say this quite often to myself
as if it is a citation.

Money favours a few
I am not the one
as I always hunt for it
search with an effort.

Right from my twentieth year
money never stayed with me
it comes and goes
as often and in speed.

I am frugal and pennywise
do not call me pound foolish
as I have not seen a full pound
all the years in my life.

Having lived for a half century and ten
I still look for money everywhere
it trickles from nowhere all the time
I spend whatever I have at that time.

This is the way I have lived so far
happy with what little I have
joyous to do what I like
with none to intercept and overpower.

Does anyone like to live like me?
I see no hands up in acceptance
Oh ! no what a wish I propose
a hand to mouth existence in the goal.

Tags frugal, Poem

humid Poetry

I live in two places mainly
both very ancient and historical
one above the equator
the other just below the equator
where it is the sun always
shines through the days
no respite whatsoever
no other seasons more so ever
rains come and go in one place
it is torrid and hot
in the other they stay with me most
yet scorching and hot
I am destined to live I such places only
I long for a cool and moderate weather mightily.
I will not be fortunate to live in this life
perhaps if I have another life
no, I dare not think of another one
as this life has proved to be exasperating
well,, I have lived all through
only a few more years to go through
wish them they could be only days
as I do not want to live in a chase.

Tags Life, Poem

cheap Poetry sake

The Small TImers.

The small timers they are
behave as what they are
small in mind and heart
could be easily bought
a day with them in general
is an experience in all
they sneak and sniff
smell and go in a jiffy
never do they show any poise
as they are cheap in all choice
money is the lure at all times
as that is their most prime
they would wear a fox’s skin
and would pick from the bin
money being the cause
without that they would never pause.

Tags Money, Poem

Poetry

Truth Would never Let You Down.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 5, 2015
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Angered at yesterday’s turn of events
fell on my bed with a split headache
what could be the reason for this advent?
I checked the days incidents for the sake
opening out the happenings and laying it bare
I found out the causes for the transformation.

Indeed, it is nothing to hurt the mind
it is but a gimmicky for the time being
the preamble for the stretch that lies behind
would come to light with the truth surfacing
that would be not in the recent as I feel
would break open when the time arises.

The truth could never be suppressed
it would come out with a spurt
none could restrict or repress
it would stand as evidence without request
that is the charisma of truth all said and done
a great quality that has to be enhanced all the more.

Tags Poem, Truth, value

particle Poetry ring

The Follicle

it is a follicle
a small particle
that lay beneath
very well underneath
nothing of value I thought
did not bother in a sort
as I was whiling away my time
the clock before me did chime
I rose up to go
noticed my ring in the go
saw a stone missing in a row
so made a low bow
saw the stone lying there
took it with great care
saw it in close quarters
it is beauty was startling
I admired it for a while
then saw its fit and style
it was none the less
the stone from my ring’s tress.

Tags follicle, Poem

hurt Poetry

Man Is Incorrigible.

The place opposite to my house
once had monkeys in the most
the space now is a repair shop
thought no monkeys would hop
I am proved wrong now
as I see them dancing in a flow
they used to hop and stop on trees
now they do so on bars very free
the trees had been felled atrociously
the monkeys cast their spell mischievously
that be the ruin of Nature by man
he does much harm as much as he can

Tags Poem, Trees

Poetry

What I Am?

Come what may
I live in my own way
not perturbed or bothered
as I am not a wayward
I know my limits
accordingly I remit
I talk of what I know
never do I show
pride and disrespect
moderation is a game
compromise is always tame
I fight for my due till the end
never for anything I bend
I might be called firm and resolute
that is what I am in absolute.

Tags moderation, Poem

cynosure. Poetry

The Two And A Half Year Old Boy.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 2, 2015
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A two and a half-year-old boy
calls every female aunty
his mother is a friendly one
her friends are known as aunties
his father being very quiet
has not many friends to talk
the male go without any term
they are a representative of all walks
the kid goes haywire if he sees strangers
interacts with them in a pleasant babble
mixes the language he knows in a range
catches everyone’s attention with his ramble
no doubt, he is a cynosure of all eyes
he is a darling even when he cries.

Tags boy, Poem

monitor Poetry

Upload

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 2, 2015
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Uploading a site
adding it bright
casting it straight
claiming it right
all seem to me a burden
as I am not a warden
not able to monitor
I feel a jitter
when it comes to all these
I am always in a freeze.

Tags Poem, upload.

Poetry

I Have Not Earned.

I have not earned a penny
nor won a single penny
been with the family for years
children and husband near
never had a thought to slog
sat at home like a log.

It is a thought out of time
asI hear my death bell chime
I pine for not having earned
know it is too late to yearn
still my mind allows me not at peace
I look at my worn out hands in a tease.

Could I make up for the lost?
My twilight years runs fast
before I close my eyes
I want to earn a few paise
would I be able to do?
it is something out of the blue.