Farm Of Torment

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Light on Progress

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Road to Top

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Of oak leaves, glass and talented soulmates

Fresh out the kiln for autumn
oak leave inspired glass
bound for the stall in Lewes
purchased by those who pass

All crafted by my soulmate's hand
I'm hoping one will find
its way into my study
as I am that way inclined

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Lamp stand lovely

Bought a new lampshade
it's small and petite
but on the old lamp stand
it looks nice and sweet
The lamp stand we've had
two score years and some
since we were first wed
and the two became one

Short back and sides

Gave the back garden
a bit of a trim
as it's amazing how quickly
the state it gets in
So the bushes out there
got a short back and sides
to give us more light
as each evening provides

Points of Departure

Down on the docks this evening
as the day turned into night
we had the special privilege
of a truly lovely sight
Part of the Brighton Festival
an experience to share
called 'Points of Departure'
to entertain us there

Today

3 of 3 in the ‘Day’ series from Jemverse

Today I will probably work for a while
I’ll start about eight I would think
But first I’ll sit here and look at the world
as I’ve still some more coffee to drink

Every day

2 of 3 in the ‘Day’ series from Jemverse

By my window of a morning
when my blogs have been updated
I will sit here with my coffee
’til my mind is satiated

For there’s one thing I like to do
before I start my day
Commit to paper a few lines
in my own special way

Another day

1 of 3 in the ‘Day’ series from Jemverse

Fragile the fading
light slips quietly away
Yet, though mournful I pine
it is a sentiment embroidered
with the wonder of hope
Precious in the knowledge that
tomorrow is another day

The Light

In this chill air, this morning
when the light has just begun
I shiver in the sunshine
for the night is barely done

In this warm air, this noontime
with the light is in full swing
I bathe in the full sunshine
with the warmth that it will bring

Be the light..

Picture Courtesy: Internet

He stood there
Head down
Feeling small
Counting his uphill climb
Imagining how painful
His journey is going to be.

Fires

Fires, they blew sirens
Stones, uncreased in prayer
Fences, in unfolded black
Leaves, trace crude airs

The hope from flattened light

On a grey day, light flattens
to North or East or South or West
the brightness that sun and blue skies bring
on a grey day is suppressed

Tri-Tanka III (light)

Yes, it is morning
But time clings to night time still
and my pen falters
Caught between a moment there
the clarity hides behind

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro to the painter
contrast captured to the eye
To the poet though, his words
capture light for you and I

Light in my eyes

The Light Quartet captured
the year in four seasons
Each with a nuance
Each with a reason

Sometimes it is fading
Sometimes on the rise
But throughout the year
There is light in my eyes

The Light Quartet

In Spring light glistens
Fresh with the joy of new life
It leaps and bounds

In Summer light is
Simply and completely full
At one with the sun

The Light

 

If only

intelligence were a storm

Stars I

As stars like diamonds
Gathered in a darkened sky
Night became as day

Like diamond (haiku)

Light fills my garden
Yellow into golden here
Shining like diamond

Newness

The skyscrapers

In a black city

Attracting the throng

To surrender the things

When the sense

Of newness wears off.

 

Build an attempt

So high

With an aim so tight

To render love

In a warm and vivid

Colors of shine.

I WILL NEVER BE A STAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Will Never Be A Star
A Celestial Body
In The Midnight Sky
Sending Out
Rays Of Light
Across The Vast
Universe

Dusk

Faster, the light docks in its crawl. The hall
between her breasts burns like a lemon. The seeds
in her eyes she veils with her arm, dips
her cherry chin,

BST

All hail to lighter evenings
with British Summer Time
A promise waiting in the wings
of warmer things in line

And walking home this evening
the birdsong in the air
proved to me they thought the same
and shared that promise there

#Shadorma: The Blue Door

Redemption

is the gentle voice

whispering

HAIKU: I LIVED WITH MY FEARS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’ve lived with my fears

Seeking Light

Amidst the turmoil
I face,
The mind still drains
and I still feel the pain..

No tomorrow
has brought a bright future yet..
All I am left with is
empty hands in vain..