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The Sounds We Hear.

The sounds we hear every day

distract us in a way

the crow caws early in the morn

could it be a wake up call

no , even more before you say

the cock strikes with a cock a doodle doo

mind you it is the cock

not the clock that strikes harsh

the chirping of sparrows

with a twitter gay and musical

invigorates the dawn in its rise

over to the afternoon

there be a lull of silence

perhaps a faint cry somewhere

the evening resumes the chant

the birds are in full form

return they to the nests

the hoot and shout of the owl

accompanies the darkness of the night

send a frightful feel down the spine

with them the animals too join

though the orchestra completes a round

the men and their gadgets

stream up to the bustle

the rhythm loses its cadence

as the menfolk enter with a bang

the horn and the speakers

decibels range high

force a fall out from nature

harmony is lost

finally Man is the great destroyer

Tags hear, Sound, verse

thoughts

A Verse.

A verse great
does not have a rate
commends beyond date.

Tags Great, Poem, Time, verse

thoughts

A long time absentee
been on a travelling spree
away from home for a duration
writing though with a passion
not many in the row as usual
penning a few in casual
picturing what I saw along
sometimes with a belong
other times scribbling a verse
without much attachment fierce
spent most of the hours seeing
land, people, and culture in a swing
an experience absolute and exact
that worked on my feelings intact
a great break from the routine as well
far away from the place I dwell
an ecstatic moment in the perception
a lovely feast to the eyes sans deception.
J

Tags absent, Deception, long, pen, Perception, Poem, Travel., verse

thoughts

Colour and Words

A poem is a painting
without colours.
a splash of words
with a throw of rhyme.

The painting is in a canvas
an illustration colourful
The eyes relish the art
while the feel is an experience.

Poetry is a writing
an emotional spontaneity
The read exalts the soul
a representation of the gifted.

Paint and verse need a skill
a nicety and a touch
those of no ordinary talent
a special flamboyance .

Tags art., Poem, verse

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Googling Tommy

Rolling like a bunny
looking so funny
moving with the tummy
the breeze blowing balmy
went little Tommy
across the waters foamy
drenching himself slowly
grunting in a voice lowly
appearing very ugly
lost himself entirely
googling could not trace him wholly
that being the end of Tommy

Tags bunny, funny, Poem, Tommy, verse

thoughts

Great Is His Verse.

Know a poet

who lived in a land

not known to many

being a small hamlet

with no amenities

say that be modern

living in a big house

traditional and big

built amongst nature’s bounty

with trees and plants around

living all by himself

with a few sincere friends about

ate when he liked

slept when he wished

not governed by time

passing hs days

looking at the beautiful sky

and cherishing every moment of it

that got transcribed in his verse

sustaining the vigour and trance

that he experienced all through his life

Great be his likes

Great is his verse

pure and clear

like the sky

he sees all through.

Tags Away, hamlet, known., land, Man, not, Poem, verse

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The Creative Grandeur

Let be the creativity

that embraces the infinity

be it in verse or music

it appears a mystic

be it in art or sculpture

it mesemerises the spectator

that creativity is not found anywhere

it being seen not in an ordinary ware

it being thoroughly exclusive in shine

looking exquisite and fine

the creation be that of God or man

seen through the glasses of plan

there be a selective design and a uniformity

with the structure in all its dimensional credibility

there we see a great verse with a flow

an enchanting recital with a divine glow

a lovely painting that captures the eye

a beautiful sculpture that forces a buy.

there lies the heart of creativity

be it in God or man in all its nativity

Tags art., Creativity, Painting, Poem, verse

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The Publishing Activity

Publishing becomes serious

Writing is always tedious

With a blog there is a reach

little over that it becomes a breach

getting verses in print

looks like a great stint

yet poets want to go across

irrespective of the toss

which might bring a repute

though there is a dispute

that fiction receives a welcome

poems bring no income

poetry still remains for a few

lighting up those who love it true

the publishing takes different forms

that of self and recognised norms

while the queue to get published is long

opting for self publishing becomes strong

with the money to invest possible

nothing goes on in this world as impossible.

Tags acivity, dispute, fiction, Poem, publishing, repute, story income, verse

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Versification Without Effort.

Post author By meenas17
Post date January 6, 2013
3 Comments on Versification Without Effort.

Writing a few lines of verse
writing a few verses in form
writing with a form of rhymes
writing rhymes with sound effect.
is a skill rare to be found.

Leaves grow from trees.
Trees come up from the soil
Soil picks up the minerals from depth
Making it a natural sequence.
Eliminating anything artificial.

Poetry is spontaneous.
Coming out in speed at the moment
Jumping out with force from the heart.
Correlating the events to the full
Enabling a read most pleasant.

Words emerge with ease.
Clothing the thoughts with grace.
The rhythm flows gently.
Adorning the tone with tunes lively.
Making it an experience most memorable.

Tags enthusiasm, forced, Grace, leaves, memorable, natural, nutrition, pleasnt, Poetry, Soil, Spontaneous, Trees, verse, versification, words., Writing

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