#Acrostic #Poetry Challenge

This week’s challenge is to write a specific form with a twist: Write an acrostic poem with a syllable count of 8, 9, or 10 syllables per line (all the same, or a mixture of syllable counts, is fine).
Acrostic poems are poems in which a word or several words are spelled out vertically. This is usually the first letter of each line.

The word I chose is “Magical” and I’ve tried to write two poems with the same word.

MAGICAL

Mesmerizing strokes of an artist
Allure me, as they change every moment
Gorgeous glow at the western horizon
Illuminates my heart, inspires the sulking muse
Calls the birds back to their homes
Aesthetic arrangement that entrances,
lulls lingering steps of the sun
© Balroop Singh

Syllables: 9 10 10 12 7 9 8
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Myriad entreaties and prayers
Are they not enough to wake you from slumber?
God smiled despite my insolence
Instantly sprinkled some magic dust, 
Calmed my emotional outburst, 
Alleviated angst that refused to melt
Life lurched forward with a little sway
© Balroop Singh

Syllables: 8 11 8 9 8 11 9

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration.

Thank you poetry lovers!

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

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#TankaTuesday #Poetry

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The challenge this week is synonyms only. We have to select synonyms for: WORK and PLAY.

a chore warms my heart
when I look at a new mom
yearning for more sleep
a memory that reminds –
newborns arrive with no fun.

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what a chore it was
to jump out of bed, to soothe
a crying baby
what fun to wake up new dad!
the mother in me laughs now.

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pride shines in her eyes
when her baby walks a step
all chores abandoned
to watch and clap in delight
 an awesome moment of fun. 

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mom’s job never ends
an emotional anchor,
a supreme teacher, 
unconditional lover
fun-creator bastion.

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tigress who protects,
takes pride in giving them wings,
lets them fly for fun
never forgets to spell out
chores that are imperative.

© Balroop Singh

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I seem to have a Mother’s Day hangover! 😀

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I have written a string of tanka.

Thank you poetry lovers!

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

The Last Kiss #DoubleEnnead

Photo courtesy: Terri Webster Schrandt

The Last Kiss

The sun tarries and winks 
just for the last kiss
purple beauty bows to breathe the orange glow
love blooms with the promise
of meeting each spring

days of love get warmer,
beams of love sharper
but basking in the glory, she stands sturdy
as the petals wither.
love is just like that!

halcyon moments halt
seasons don’t matter
eons of love stories spill out of his den 
as he chases the wind
and entices the rain.
© Balroop Singh

This week’s challenge is a photo prompt. Thanks to Colleen and Terri for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. I’ve written a Double Ennead for the first time. A Double Ennead is a 99 syllable form, comprising three stanzas of syllables (6, 5, 11, 6, 5).

Thank you!

The Expected One

The Expected One
1860
painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Museum: Bavarian State Painting Collections) wikidata.org

Jim has been waiting
the expected one arrives
tears sheath her vision,
as the holy urn she holds
contains ashes of her mom.

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the rocky terrain,
a lonely lane of life glows 
with expectations
when her lover walks with her 
to assuage her grieving nerves.

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the urn gets heavy
woeful, she sits at the edge 
her tears trickle down,
merge in the flowing water
as she immerses ashes.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry.

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope 

#Poetry Challenge – New Form

The challenge this week is to create a new form with 65 syllables or a combination of words that amount to 65, in celebration of Colleen’s 65th birthday. Happy birthday Colleen.

I created a form that I will call ‘Nativitas,’ a poem of 9 lines with 65 syllables (7-8-7-8-7-7-7-7-7) ‘Nativitas’ is a Latin word for ‘birth.’ I have created double Nativitas with the same theme.

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Precious Moments

April is a special month
A month of mellifluous sounds
Etched in my memory lanes,
Honeyed by babble of new-born
Moments of mirthful appeal
That could never lose their glow.
Sweeter than magnolia,
Our Angel arrived like dawn 
Dancing on its buoyant beams.
© Balroop Singh

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A unique day to cherish
A day of pride for a woman-
The day she births a new life,
gets the laurel of a ‘mother’
When she holds her best atom,
The precious symbol of love
To nurture with tenderness
Celebration of such day –
True tribute to the mother.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to create syllabic poetry.

Thank you.

If you like poetry: click here to hear Magical Whispers

Or hang out with  Hues Of Hope