Saga of Poet

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Cosmic Holy Birth

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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#108 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Sentenced

My first thought
When my daughter was born
Was that I just killed someone.

Her gurgling cries of life
Contrasted with the ominous, death tone
Of her mother’s solemn flatline.

And as the doctors hung their heads,
Declaring my lovely wife dead,
I realized I had just killed again.

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#108 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

New Life

There is one leg left

and there she wobbles.

Weak filly tumbling towards
new swells, feverish

rebirth, yanking at her sinews,
eager to move for the

Life Unshaped

words I write
yet I do not
till they wake
into a deer’s skin
breathing my thoughts
unfolded on antlers’ sky

Freedom

 

A crack zigzags across the old sidewalk.
The summer sun’s fiery fingers prod inside
And wrench apart the hot concrete,
Exposing a tiny sliver of earth that for years untold
Has known only crushing pain and darkness.

~ A Christmas Lullaby ~

 

She sang a Christmas lullaby;
Angelic was her voice
And all who passed by
Felt her need to rejoice

~ Conceptions ~ Haiku Cyclet

 

I
Scent of jasmine wafts
Illuminating candles
Seductions stage

Sorrows Embrace

What but the birds shrill song

The dog’s long howl

The babies screeching cry

Prickled fur of fear

Hollow ribs of the starved

Create

Poem by Wendy Norman

It’s warm inside with muted song
My mama purrs this is where you belong
I float and twirl not a care in this world
You dream of me to be unfurled

I cannot see but float and twist
Swooshing waves of fluid to resist
I hear your heart pounding deep
My life depends on this drum beat

‘Law of Self’…Humor

every note on a high
every season on a low
being proud, living delusions
being guilty, dead dreams

For a Reason

We are transitory sparks
On the palms of a fire
Along a strip of universe
Kept warm with a reason

Between Me and Myself

Smoke of fear
A layer between me and myself
Fire of dualism burning high

Between Mountain and Sea

As we grow in age
From birth to the end
Through life’s cage
A truth we cannot bend

Inherently Flawed

Life, a twisted paper
Torn by wedges
Corners of pain
Up to us to stitch
Forever

Poetry Challenge: Self portrait.

I’m Reaching

Petite feet, with Schwarzenegger toes,

trying since birth to reach me

to heaven,

or something just as peaceful

and lazy.

Calves the size of

baby cows

from lugging bail

upon bail to the barn ceiling.

Fire at my Centre

Fire at my centre,

burning as the core

shedding sacred light and warmth

with playful flicker roar.

Fire at my centre,

through my eyes you dance

telling stories long since past

as I gaze on entranced.

The Day of Fatherhood

the happiness of a day in May
is beyond measure and my say
like adding a fresh page to a book worn
it was the day when my son was born

whitish pink was his color
like a brand new rose flower
bells were ringing in my ears
and eyes swelled with joyful tears