Fear not

Doing the new

Tried by few

Different from mass

Drab Dismal class

Stamp it down; crush

Ahead, ahead you rush

In clouds you rise

Tear the skies

Look not below

Uninspiring, the slow

The grand summit’s view

Deserves only you!

-r_prab

Image credits: Jay Alders

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WordPress, Why ye disappear my words?

Dear WordPress why ye disappear

Words I etched with stones so clear

It’s not sound it’s not fair

My words you dissolve in thin air

Long a spell away from home

Reading blogs along I roam

Express when I of love and care

My words you dissolve in thin air

Kins and comrades figures in space

jovial familiar charming grace

Friendly pleasantries when I share

My words you dissolve in thin air

And when with mirth a friendly note

Came and quick I neatly wrote

Back and then I saw nowhere

My words you dissolved in thin air.

-r_prab

(PS: For a long time, the office works clogged me from returning to blogging. But I used to roam around and read blogs. Unfortunately, some of my comments disappeared immediately after I posted on someone’s post. Sometimes it stayed and that was fine. But the disappearing comments made me crestfallen. I still find the ailment persisting in WordPress. It is disappointing.)

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Once in a blue moon

Once in a blue moon

torrents of rain

clutching the earth fast

tides in vain.

Once in a blue moon

stranger, a face

hazy, the fog white

longing embrace.

Once in a blue moon

darkness the cloud

roaring the flash light

whispers so loud.

Once in a blue moon

silence descends

surreal alone white

quiet;  it ends.

– r_prab

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Word High July: Kinaadman

When I had read Alexander Pope’s poem Ode on Solitude, for the first time, I was deeply touched. The poem not just conveyed the felicity of a solitary existence, it also reverberated with my idea of simplicity in life.I have, since, read it several times and often quote its lines in my writings and conversations.

I find this poem a lyrical piece of wisdom, that educates about a peaceful life, where one lives “..In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night” It continues to be one of my close to the heart poems.I am glad to share it today for the word prompt Kinaadman– knowledge, wisdom.

Ode on Solitude

by Alexander Pope

Happy the man, whose wish and care

   A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air,

                            In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

   Whose flocks supply him with attire,

Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

                            In winter fire.

Blest, who can unconcernedly find

   Hours, days, and years slide soft away,

In health of body, peace of mind,

                            Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease,

   Together mixed; sweet recreation;

And innocence, which most does please,

                            With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

   Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

                            Tell where I lie.

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In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Kinaadman

Word High July: Dalisay

Down the peaks of snowy hill

Smooth meandering pebbles fill

The rustle of babbling watery roar

Flowed the stream white and pure

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And moss like carpets across spread

Herbal saplings along it bred

Carrying the powers to heal and cure

Flowed the stream white and pure.

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-r prab

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(Footnotes: The reminiscence of this scenery comes from a trip to the foothills of the Himalayas, which my elder brother took me to. The clear stream that emerged from the melting glaciers upstream, came flowing at the foothills with all its purity still intact. My brother informed me that the water of the stream had medicinal values too as it had several herbal plants along its way. We filled our water bottles from that stream. It surely was pure and cold and refreshing! )

(Source of above image : Mountain Stream )

In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Dalisay

Word High July: Likha

 

 

Holding in beak the little bird

Straws of grass colourful furred

Weave the twigs, a skillful art

Knitting the leaves part by part

 

 

 

 

A home little in branches hung

Protecting chicks still so young

And gentle wind in hours of dusk

Cradles to sleep, in beds of husk

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-r prab

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In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Likha

Word High July:Makisig

Little boy’s birthday it is, at his home

There came his friends little ones

With gifts in hands simple gifts packed with love their friends

Stars,ribbons,balloons decorated the room,dangling from above

Little gentlemen, mothers combed their hair in proper shapes

Little ladies, mothers tied their hair in ponytails sideways

The group of children immaculately dressed looking dashing, gorgeous

Little ones though playful but in such attires becoming conscious

Of not getting stain on fabric, but remain jubilant, playful

The birthday boy is glad, happy to see

His friends all looking so nice!

His mother brings the cake now,

Let the celebrations begin!

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-r prab

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(PostScript: I write this scene recollecting my elder brother’s birthday, several years ago. That day, his friends had arrived in a very formal way. In young, going to other’s house for any occasion, the mothers would dress up the child to make him o’ her look like gentle men and ladies. And since I had always seen his friends in shabby outlooks, that day, seeing them so immaculately carrying themselves, did leave a lasting memory in my mind. Additionally, I would like to mention that I have been inspired by Keith Garrett for attempting a poetry in this style.He does this style really well! )

(Source of above image: NancyLeeMoran )

In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Makisig