Anger – blind alley
an irresistible walk
for some bullish freaks
***
Bare teeth, bulging eyes
hurl hollow words of dissent
to intimidate
***
Whimsical horses
with stirrups of fervent ire
perilous morons
***
Do they care for you?
beware, they are pretenders
with capricious love
***
© Balroop Singh
Written for #TankaTuesday poetry challenge (specific form) Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration.
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Or hang out with Hues Of Hope
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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I am back after a long, fun-filled vacation, emotional reunions with friends and family after a gap of three years. Though jet-lagged, I am getting inspired by this beautiful challenge. Thanks to David for choosing a thought-provoking image for Ekphrastic poetry challenge this month.
The day
we all gathered
harmony of colors
depicted the dreams that connect us
with love
that day
we were summoned
by our mentor to show
the luster of togetherness,
a glow
a show
of diligence,
of emotions that bind.
our hair color could never change
the goals
he said:
let’s meditate!
Donna stood tall, erect
Bob stood on his toes to show he’s
alert
just few
paid attention
to the artist’s vision
curious Cane watched from the edge
judging!
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to craft syllabic poetry. I’ve written a Crown cinquain, a sequence of five cinquain stanzas functioning to construct one larger poem. This poem has five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.
Thank you.
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Here is my latest release Hues Of Hope
Today’s challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. Reena provided a piece of her artwork for this month’s challenge. Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
I chose a new form: Octelle and have tried to write two poems. It was challenging as I had to keep in mind the rhyming scheme, while writing a syllabic form.
The Octelle is a poem consisting of eight lines, using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8/8/7/7/7/7/8/8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa.) The first two lines and the last two lines are identical (refrain).
Aesthetic Coup
echoes of green, crimson and blue
pull me into aesthetic coup
of colors that define life
vague reflections croon with fife
yearn for elusive tunes
trapped in the maze of half moons
echoes of green, crimson and blue
pull me into aesthetic coup
***
Invisible
aching desires rest in designs
every single moment she whines
clipped wings are invisible
dried blood is divisible
you put it in cubbyholes
to sell the sagacious souls
aching desires rest in designs
every single moment she whines
© Balroop Singh
Thank you.
For more poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers
Here is my latest release Hues Of Hope
If you are unfamiliar with the magic of this village, I must share my yesterday’s experience with you. I was trying to write this post and when I uploaded the picture of this book, my laptop went blank! It said: “you are not connected.” I tried all possible ways and means to figure out what went wrong, I couldn’t get connected! In frustration, I gave up and went to bed, thinking I’ll finish this post in the morning. Surprisingly my phone was working fine. So I rebooted my laptop and started once again but no luck!
Hence this post got so late.
Here I am with the book review of ‘Welcome to Charm,’ the most original fantasy I have come across.
‘Welcome to Charm’ is an amazing fantasy with a gentle romance thrown in to keep you hooked. Are you tired of digital devices? Is the stress of life getting on your nerves? Do you crave a vacation in lush green surroundings with exotic flowers without paying a penny? Do you feel the pinch of inflation? Welcome to Charm – a unique village where you don’t have to pay a penny for a burger, can live in your dream house, never would have to lock it or lease it! Sounds incredible? Tonya has a surprise for you at each step, as this story proceeds.
Abby is astounded in the beginning but finds serenity the moment she learns to accept the inevitable. So intoxicated she gets by the company of Nash and the healing touch of Mother Nature; she feels that living in Charm is like living a fairy tale. She agrees to stay and discovers the real reason why she has been brought to Charm and why she couldn’t find an exit road to reach Crestview.
There is another noteworthy aspect of this book. Though it thrives on fantasy, it also returns to realism when it quotes from the poet Emerson: “there is nothing which nature cannot repair.” It reminded me of the “back to nature” call by the poets of the Victorian Era. William Wordsworth said, “To her fair works did Nature link the Human soul that through me ran.” Penrose uses this unifying theme of life and Nature most effectively.
The childlike charm of this book, the subtle wisdom and the way it has been shared makes it a superb reading experience. I would like to visit Charm!
If you want to accompany me, leave your digital devices behind, as they won’t work there.
Thank you.
– Balroop Singh
Emotional Shadows 