Supress women

Man becomes a beast
Marrys to eat alive
Drinks her blood
every day and Night
Without a mercy 

Drinks her life
Stops her freedom
gives her nothing

When she demands
With a point 
She is marked out
Saying she doesnt repect


When a man is brave 
To be odd out of box
His relative blame him
Saying he is giving to mush freedom

 he should control her
but not empower her
Even his little mercy goes

Best day of my life

Road trip Photo me and my hubby

In the car
We decide to drive alone
 No one else
Just us.

In the car
with the best music on
we drive along 
in the early morning sun

In the car
We reach the beach
at 11am in the morning
Hot sun burning the soft sands

In the car
we go as far as we could
stop buy near the shore
to take a dip in waves of cold

In the car
leave behind everything
Just us holding hands 
Quiet walk joyous heart.

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Rhythm of the Road - this is a road trip me and my hubby went from our home just to have a drive alone, My son was away with my parants so we had no worry just us enjoying the drive it was one of the quick best trip. we returned home with wet pants and all sands in he car.................

Short Write.

Not an expert

but a poet

English is just know

nothing complete

My words

Just flow

with no dam

to block and store

my flow

Today at dVerse, Gay is asking us to make up new poetical forms. This may be called Short write.

I always like to write and express in two to three words a like, make it simple. Now thats my way of write what every comes just put it I dont even take time edit or rethink. 

 

Treasure We Treasure

My son Playing bowling ally with my father. (12 months old Dec 2008)

I treasure every moment

with my son glowing like sun

its a lovely pleasure

We get every joy

In his new born cloths

which i still hold

His first Dress which never fit

then it was too big

Now its very small

But I still hold to show him

How small you were

Me and my son going horse ride (Feb 2014)

In his old toys

Which he keeps very safe

not like other

To brake and throw

He always keep his thing

Very tide and neat.

In his words of wisdom

When he make new words

from his father statements

Day go by

I want to give him what he likes

Yesterdays fantasy gone by

today something new to file.

This is for D'verse Poets Pub- Hosted by Mary ~I have treasured all my sons things and will do it as he becomes older. I love everything about him and nothing more to treasure in the world

Base Ball

I base the ball

To pitch ball

Strike it goes

Need two more

Once again it goes

To hit high above

Over my head

about 6 feet above

Now I got to make a move

To give the ball

some tune

So I could strike out

Win my dues..............

I dont know much about the game but I love the fun of writing about the game especially for Brain Miller.

Poetry Jam.

Roar to Live

 King of the jungle
Leader of breads
He wishes everyone 
To stay with sprites
shows the world 
pride of love
He loves the matesCuddle his dear
Plays ruff 
with his cub
to bring him brave
as he has done by his fathers
They follow their way
May not change in any days
but humans live animal life
with no spirit
Live a life againt our parants say
No one is pure 
for he lives a with his own ways
Life is what we give
for it comebacks vine

@ dVerse, Maria has us writing to animals and their symbolism.. i choose the Lion. I some how like them as they roar the fear out. I feel they are always alert and will love to take care. They have their own principle to live a honor life. Here i have given the symbol of India which is a four lion he standing guard.

present love

Love for no commitment
we live a life of diversion
Lots of things to interferer
in between a human  spaces
No where to go
without seeing hate-rid
love is overtaken by hate
Forgive and forget has become meaningless words
everyone has a hate for something
Pleasure is the only human rights
Place for peace has gone with the winds
No pleasant memories
Even kids these day talk depression
with dismay we look at each day
what a world we have brought
Young boys and girls clinched to cyber hall


 Blank verse for dVerse Meeting the Bar with Tony smooth rhyme. (I Guess)

Poetry

Polish- words

to keep us high

Map-up -Letters

to keep us going

Joy- proper

Into the wisdom- write

Fun frolic-frock

Fly's throw the arc

Making a base

for the Maze- dream

to make a garland- Poem

to sweep-Streets.

Bjorn, our host at dVerse Meeting the Bar has introduced us to the concept of kennings. 

Bjorn, ‘a kenning is a very brief metaphoric phrase or compound word and it means “to know”‘. It comes originally from Icelandic, but also exists in other languages such as Swedish and German. 

With your briefing I have done this poetry, my first attempt on Kennings so if something is not right feel free to write on the comment.

Maternity...........

 Its been coming
2 days of abnormal movement
couldn't sleep 
couldn't turn
except for the pain
below the abdomen
It was different.
What is happening inside me
I couldn't judge a thing
pain only i could feel
Not even what they say 
I was in an emergency
Bleeding started light
Now i am bleeding a lot 
Its two in the night.
Dr call me to labour room
For I fright
I am due only next month
What is happening 
is the baby alright
Dr rush
sounds of alarms heard
nothing register
Only thing i could feel
pain in the back 
suddenly something released
a feeble voice i heard
I didn't even see
All i could here my nurse
rush him in spry
left alone in the labour room
for no one to answer my query
Mom came and said
I will be right back
Happy on business trip
to far away land
I close my eyes
lay their
for no one could be there 
to say a word
until dawn sunrise pair..............


This is written for dVerse MTB, where Brian is prompting us to write a poem using any senses except sight.    This happened almost 6 years back on 28th July 2008 when he was born.
I was in hospital and he was taken to neonatal. after 21 days he came home to me... those pain i could still feel in back of my bone. They used force-subs to bring him as I had pressure and he was not pushing. o my god I can never forget that felling i was just blind folded. I got this feeling immediately when u told me without sight.... this was a without sight i could only feel not see even though i was awake.

Butterful birth

it time to spring out

Open the wing

Splash blasting color

Out from shell 

 Into the new world..............

This is submitted to dVerse Poetics where we are asked to write micro poetry to macro photos....

My son is putting up as cocoon in his annual day program so i wanted to write about it........... will post his pic................as cocoon................ :)