End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (9)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

Time to post my last poem on the last day of August.

13. Blitz on death

End is truth

All things die
All things end
End is nigh
End is inevitable
Inevitable is demise
Inevitable not birth
Birth is joy
Birth is beginning
Beginning to end
Beginning of life
Life is beautiful
Life can be pain
Pain to be endured
Pain can kill
Kill with weapons
Kill with words
Words are a balm
Words can be sharp
Sharp objects maim
Sharp words hurt
Hurt I retire
Hurt I hide
Hide your feelings
Hide behind walls
Walls to safeguard
Walls are haven     
Haven is home
Haven is heaven
Heaven is here
Heaven or hell
Hell on earth
Hell after dying
Dying sunlight
Dying is fated
Fated to live
Fated to endure
Endure hardships
Endure all aches
Aches my heart
Ache my bones
Bones turn brittle
Bones will be interred
Interred forever
Interred for eternity
Eternity is humbug
Eternity is truth
Truth is death
Truth is proud
Proud
Death

With this, the August Scavenger Hunt comes to an end. Val, thanks so much for the inspiration and encouragement. Thanks fellow bloggers for taking time to read and leave encouraging words.

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End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (8)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

12. Abecedarian on Self discovery

Adrift, aimless, on the vast seas of life
bungling most of the time
careless and carefree
dawdling as I skimmed the waves
everyone warned I would remain a drifter, but what
fun is there in being a part of the herd
growing up by the rules made by the others
held little appeal to my sense of
individuality that wanted to bloom
justifiably in its own glory
knowing too well it would have unlimited scope
luckily books proved to be a safe haven
making solitude a safe place to be
nurturing a love for words which
over a time became a release
pivotal in turning an interest into a passion
quietly penning my innermost thoughts
rhyming the beats of life
stanza by stanza discovering new nuances
traversing untrodden paths
until I felt I knew who I am
vain I am not but I know
without a doubt now myself better
xenium are my poems, offered with love to
you, you as well as you
zealously I will never guard my words!

End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (7)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

11. Harrisham on Forgiving

I forgive you

Every midnight I take your harsh words and fold them neatly
yearning for when I won’t have to tuck them away from sight under my pillow
gone are the days when nary a harsh word passed your lips, for you loved so deeply
each day, despite everything, I still start afresh pushing aside these feelings so low
how difficult it is to be divine to be able to forgive and forget completely
well! I do it not for you, but for my own peace of mind, you know!

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End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (6)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

10. Octina on Revenge

Sweet Revenge

As she runs the bath for her beloved

Filling it with bubbles and froth

She hums to herself an old forgotten ditty

Talking of love and betrayal, it doth

She picks up the pile of clothes from the corner

Out falls a photo of a pretty maiden on the floor

It has her beloved’s name on the back

Her heart has been asunder tore!

Filled with rage, the photo she tore

She recalls recent aloofness of her beloved

She is certainly not the kind to try to win him back

She needs her sweet revenge, her mouth froths

She plots and draws up a plan on floor

Humming under her breath “better than revenge” ditty

Wrath overtakes her, love has turned a corner

He has no clue, nor an inkling he doth!

Her crafty mind thinks of  a devious plot, it truly doth!

She gets mightily busy though her heart it tore

He calls to tell  he’s held up in traffic’s clutch at the office corner

Enough time for her to plan what to do with her beloved

She will be dressed like a siren, singing his favourite ditty

Tired and weary as he would come back

Candles and jasmine to pretty the floor

Though her innards did pretty much froth!

She offers him his favourite chilled bubbly with froth

Bites the bait  with gullibility, upon my word, he doth!

Clutching his throat he is sprawled on the floor

The poison, as planned, did his gullet tore

All spent, he lies lifeless on his back

The torn photo still fluttering in a corner

She hums feverishly her favourite ditty

As she bids goodbye to her beloved!

A frothy office affair and there was no turning back

Revenge doth make one turn a corner

Dead and spent on the floor like a forgettable ditty

She tore away forever from her heart, thoughts of her beloved.

End of August Scavenger Hunt (5)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

9. Sestina on Exploration

Weltschmerz

Touching the skies, a feeling so novel
sleeping under the canopy of stars in the woods
sitting on the shore amidst the crashing waves
going clackety- clack in the mile long train
roaming, exploring, feeling the world
oh the joys of travel nothing can beat!

Moving ahead listening to the raindrops’ beat
being one with nature, a feeling so novel
with one purpose, to traverse the world
not thinking of past, being out of the woods
moving at a pace, like the wind  whooshing by the train
as the fear of the unknown recedes in waves.

A sound so soothing, the lapping of waves
to crash on the beach when one is beat
to be in tandem with mind, body I train
discarding old notions, embracing the novel
deep and dark are the inviting woods
but something seems amiss in this world.

I seem to be drowning in the weariness of the world
despite nature’s beauty, the ugliness around hits in waves
I need to retire to the inner calming woods
this feeling of helplessness I have to beat
In my favourite corner of home with a novel
I must sit as for inwards journey I train.

There is trepidation as my mind I train
There is anxiety as I disconnect with the world
to be with just myself an experience so novel
uneasiness washes over me in waves
no intrusions, as stress I try to beat
I must find home as I explore inner woods.

Light, airy and inviting are these woods
body and mind move in rhythm as they train
I march in rapture to my own beat
I accept with all flaws this, my world
I have learnt to ride with equanimity life’s waves
too focussed in without, accepting within is novel.

After exploring the woods and the world
I tried to train and tame my mind’s unruly waves
To be able to beat the uncertainties, a feeling so rich and novel!

End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (4)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

Here is the next poem. I have already posted micropoems and a tritina.

8. Pentina on War

In the fading light of the sultry day
as dusk descends replacing the sun
muddied and injured he lies alone
on the battlefront in a deep trench
the booming guns finally quiet for the night.

She lies awake, staring at the ceiling all night
life is intolerable despite the busyness of the day
her heart lies with him in the trench
she waits anxiously for the descent of the sun
and wonders for how long she will be alone.

The torture and pain of being alone
he understands too well in the quiet of the night
the pandemonium that breaks out at the rise of the sun
bullets flying past,either way, the entire day
how long could he spend his days in a trench!

She shudders at the thought of him lying bloodied in the trench
in pain, in need of aid yet all alone
waiting anxiously for some reassuring  news every day
glued to the static of the radio every night
sending prayers to every god under the sun.

No war has ever resolved any conflict under the sun
so many lives lost uselessly in the trenches
hundreds dying under the cover of the night
battered, bloodied, bullied lying all alone
as insincere homage pours in from the leaders of the day.

May there be no single day under the sun
when a soldier lies alone in a trench bleeding all night!

End of Summer Scavenger Hunt (2)

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

I have already posted the first three, here are the next three.

4. Hay(na)ku on Hate

The
flip side
of my love

5. Naani on Time

What is it
where is it
is it ephemeral, is it eternal
it stops for no one, marching relentlessly

6. Oddquain on Poverty

To
live without
food, shelter, clothing
abased existence worse than
death

End of Summer Scavenger Hunt

Val of A Different Perspective is running the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt, where we have to write 13 poems in August in the prescribed form on the given topics.

I am joining in the fun with three micro poems on the first three topics.

1. Zappai on Drunkenness

so drunk on power
being nice to one and all
such a boring chore

2. Kimo on Jealousy

that green-eyed beast that gnaws at my innards
distorts my vision of self
I burn in living hell

3. Lune on Birth

mind simmers,
creates; gives birth to
poetry