Anger – blind alley
an irresistible walk
for some bullish freaks
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Bare teeth, bulging eyes
hurl hollow words of dissent
to intimidate
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Whimsical horses
with stirrups of fervent ire
perilous morons
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Do they care for you?
beware, they are pretenders
with capricious love
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© Balroop Singh
Written for #TankaTuesday poetry challenge (specific form) Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration.
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Photo prompts kick my muse even when she is cross with me! Such a beautiful picture of Mother Nature calms her down perfectly to write syllabic poetry.
Want to see heaven?
where morning clouds glow soft pink.
come to our backyard
snow fairies dance here with glee
we revel with them all day.
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Cold can not touch us
that is the bliss of childhood!
giggles thaw the snow,
the thrill of togetherness
embraced by wild ecstasy.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen and her friend Terri for the inspiration to create this double tanka.
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New poem for new year?
“Forget it,” says my snooty muse – irate and imperious. “Go ahead with your fiction and the new friend you’ve found.”
“Why are you sulking?”
“NO! I feel stifled when you write descriptive paragraphs for your new friend.”
“Why can’t a poet write a novel?” I ask
“You are no good at that! I know you are a person of few words. For years I’ve been your mentor and now you’ve abandoned me.”
“But this is a temporary phase. This story has been waiting to burst out. Let me finish it.”
“Really? I challenge you to finish it this year. I am sure you are going to get wedged in those dark corridors. Only I know how to pull you out.”
“Now that is poor encouragement, goldy.”
“I am familiar with your dismal progress. Each time I’ve to step in to show you the light that glows at the horizon.”
“I know I am incomplete without you. I promise to be with you each morning.”
“This is no truce. I’ll choose my own time. Right now I am in an adventurous mood.”
“You’ve come home after a month. Share your stories with me.” I try to ground her.
“Ha!”she rebuffs me and bounds out. “Don’t try to humor me. I know you too well.”
My new friend embraces me and we totter forward. Hope has been my dearest buddy.
© Balroop Singh
Thank you! I am looking for some beta readers for advice about my WIP. All kind of suggestions from accomplished fiction writers are welcome.
Wishing all my blogger buddies, authors, poets and readers a wonderful 2023.
Basking in the golden glow of dawn. May each dawn be as amazing as this one. I’ll back soon.
Balroop Singh.
Moon sat with me last night
Adding magical light to my Christmas tree
Mesmerized by his ancient tales
I looked at him in delight.
He told me who popularized Christmas trees
Why people lit them with small candles once upon a time
How love for Santa Claus grew
Who added the tradition of generosity to Christmas.
He spoke of the snow that glitters in his light
Of myths that were created to ward off darkness
Of fairies that carried light
Of small handbells that added charm to carols.
He knew the first fragrance of seasons
The sweet scent of spring
The songs of summer birds
The glory of the first rain.
He told me about the secrets of life
Of holding hands despite strife
Of faith that never dies
If we learn to celebrate all seasons with a smile.
© Balroop Singh. December, 2022
Wishing you all many smiles and Happy Holidays. See you in the new year now.
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Emotional Shadows 