The Poetry Marathon

Golden Shovel Acrostic – Celestial Love

 

• Rise up lovers. Take not one another’s hands but your love’s.
• Only then will you find the happiness you seek in your hearts.
•  A man must know the passion of being a spouse, a parent, and a lover on equal terms that their lovers are.
• After all, was that not the argument of Adam and Lilith? Was it not decided then that both must be faithful?
• No, friends. Apparently, it has not. Men have a reputation of insensitivity and a lack of passion. But,
• Come the dawn, the romantics will rise like a great wave and prove this to be false. Terrible beasts we are not.
• Everyone has someone they are meant to be with. Show the world of what sort of love we are fond.

 

A tribute to Ralph Waldo Emerson,

One of the truest romantics and academics in literature.

“Love’s hearts are faithful, but not fond…” – Celestial Love

Aloha

“Take me fishing, brothers

The gods promised a bountiful catch

But we must leave now.”

 

The four brothers paddled

a short distance from shore

When their longboat stops abruptly

 

“Row fast, harder.

I’ve caught a large one,”

The three oldest brothers row harder,

Not noticing the dropped anchor,

And the islands rising from the ocean.

 

The youngest brother turns

And looks at the chain of islands.

And smiles.

Aloha.

Prompt #15

 

 

Now instead of following the prompt I have written my opinion of myths

 

Myths and superstition
tales of yore
the art of creating
something out of thin air
to take away people’s ability
to think and act for themselves.
To shepherd the flock of
impressionable minds
to rule, to dictate how they
should live.
To paralyze people’s capability
of processing their own thoughts
and reasoning with their actions 

j.r.m©

Hour 15

Wife of Underworld

Falling to this dark place wasn’t great at first

But I have tasted the sweetest fruit

I have found a caring husband

Sometimes when visiting my mother

I miss the dark rather gloomy home I leave behind

It’s hidden beauty has started to shine brighter than the sun

But once in awhile it is good to have the sun on my skin

And flower petals in my hair

The True Lancelot

The old legend, the myth

of Arthur’s Knights, had

it somewhat wrong, it seems.

Yes, Lancelot was in love

with the queen, but Lance

was not a he, but a she.

And Guinevere knew

and loved her anyway

because even in those days,

,two ladies together

was hotter than hot.

Siren

(more…)

Hour 15- an old myth

leading them
out of slavery…
the sea
cleaved to make way
to the promised land

the waves of men
unrelenting, unrepenting
in Kamathipura
whom do those empty eyes seek
customers or saviours?

Hour 15 – Prompt 15 – Will She return?

Goddess Kali, her name itself evokes fear
She is the epitome of time and change

She challenges every line defined
She wears her dark color as her pride

Her anger unleashed, she annihilates the demons
She is covered in skulls and justice is her jewel

She is a mother, protecting her children
In today’s world, with violence gaining hold

Will she emerge as a vanquisher to reinforce faith
in the good? Will She return? Only time will tell…

(c) Vijaya Gowrisankar

I fantasize…

I fantasize..

I fantasize about running my hands through your hair again.

I fantasize about waking up next to you. Legs intertwined.

I fantasize about your hands running across my body one more time.

The look in your eyes…

I fantasize about the love your eyes tell me you feel

I fantasize about what you will mean to me

I fantasize…

Draw Nearer

Draw Nearer
VCS

Sirens wailing, fires blazing
Draw nearer
Evacuation center
Smokey skies are burning
The sun’s on fire
The moon immersed in
A tidal pool of blood

Province burning, ‘copters whirling
Draw nearer
Breathe deep and try not to think
Of what could or could not be
It’s just about time
For the hot point in the year
Think carefully

Lakes are flooding, so many dying
Water and Air
Fire and Earth
All trade places
Nothing could be done about that perhaps
Not but you or me
But the rest!
We’re all caught up in it
Trees explode like roman candles
What started this?
One cigarette

Still too cool to put the flicker out
Instead of flash it out the window
Onto the tinder and broken land
You’re not above it all
No one is safe from any of this
Don’t think anyone is too good to
Be caught in the hell of flames
To lose your home or family
It happens every day

Sirens wailing, fires blazing,
Province burning, ‘copters whirling
Lakes are flooding, so many dying
Draw nearer
To a piece of sanity