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Three poems

Plastered smile

Plastered_Smile

I listen to every rant,

Each small taunt,

Every bit of advice,

Well meant or otherwise,

With a plastered smile,

All the while;

Easy as it is,

To suppose that all this,

Is fine with me-

No one seems to see,

No one seems to realize

That I’m just being nice!

Tanka #3

Tanka_3

Ripply blue waters,

Dancing to the gentle breeze –
Revealing the sun,
Shielded by trees tall and gaunt-
A vibrant mirror.

Tanka #4

Tanka_4

Tiny duck – black, white,

Feathers glinting in the sun,

Caught in the midst of,

Foamy waters – green and strong-

Tossed wildly about.

Humble Tanka Attempts #1

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sweet violin music

resonates within the room

rain knocks on my door-

a small lamp burns bright inside,

street lights are turned off

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Cloudy, blue – grey sky;

miniscule droplets of rain,

settling on my palm;

green, washed up trees, standing tall

against bright buildings.

(First image courtesy – Pixabay.)

Nightfall in the City

Nightfall

The hour is late-

Hardly anyone about,

The road shines silver,

Bathed in moonlight;

A still, solitary automobile

Is all that’s present,

To remind one

Of all the noise, the chaos,

That seemed incessant,

Just a short while afore.

(Image courtesy – Pixabay)

 

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Ice cream

ice cream

So you’ve just started

On yet another

Of your numerous diets

And you’re so determined

This time round

That you don’t even cast

A longing glance

In my direction!

So the lures

Of my deliciousness

Stand overshadowed

By my calorie count.

But I have a feeling

You’ll be back soon,

Dipping into

My irresistible layers

And savoring

Every spoonful

That melts in your mouth;

For I’ve heard

Your boss returns tomorrow

From his annual vacation

And your mother in law

Plans to spend

Another month with you!

 

(Image courtesy – Pixabay)

 

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Two sides

TwoSides

I go green with envy,

Whenever I think of

Everything you possess-

Beauty, fame, money,

Style, taste, poise-

I want them all;

There’s nothing

I wouldn’t do-

To trade places

With you.

I notice –

The gorgeous face,

But not the masked wrinkles,

I notice –

The plastered smile,

But not the concealed tears,

I notice-

All your suave ‘friends’

I notice-

Your expensive home

But not your impoverished heart,

I notice

Your singular freedom

But not your imprisoned mind;

Indeed if I did-

I wouldn’t so vehemently

Wish to be you.

(Picture taken at Tate Modern)

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Front door

Front Door

You’ve just

Pulled me shut

And turned your key

Until you’ve heard

A firm click;

You take

A hurried step

Towards the stairs

Given that

You’re already late

For your appointment.

But I know you-

Well enough

To assume

That you’ll be gone

For a good while.

It’s just

A matter of minutes

Before you come

Rushing back-

To push me open

And check on

The lights, the fan

The geyser or the stove;

Or sometimes even just

To give me a hard shove

To make sure

I’m properly locked up!

 

(Image Courtesy – Public Domain Images)

 

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Wishful Thinking

WishfulThinking

Cool damp air

Brushes my cheek

Caressing my ear,

Lingering on my neck

Sending pleasant shivers

Down my spine.

I savor

the delicious iciness,

Inhale the freshness

And hold out my hand,

Longing to be clasped

By the warmth of yours.

 

(Image courtesy – internet)

 

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The Ocean of Enormity

Ocean

I languidly sip cold tea,

And choose to gaze

Beyond the sandy shores

In the vicinity

At the vast stretch

Of brilliant blue

Spread over miles and miles

All the way to infinity..

As I ponder the afforded view

I cannot help but muse

On the apparent insignificance

Of my little world

Of worries and troubles

In comparison with-

This ocean

Of Overwhelming enormity..

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