April
[Every tear is answered by a blossom,
Every sigh with songs and laughter blent,
Apple-blooms upon the breezes toss them,
April knows her own and is content.]-Sarah Channing Woolsey
March already gone
and I have come for a short stay.
Then May comes
When I leave quietly,
Likewise, all the months
in the old calendar
come & go?
It's so ridiculous
New year colored calendar peeps again
with big letters like new politicians?
The Headmaster who knows all seasons and the schedule
We're just a heap of pupils in the thatched life-school?
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Though it's bitter the elixir in my village thatched school
Before the Sun peeps in the morning
Transparent sky is gray like a woman's mourning.
I touched her warm tears gently along the grassy road
And it's really food for my crying bare feet.
Far away I walk towards the thatched school
And the Headmaster holds the cane as a sword
If somebody comes late.
Though it's painful the strikes I had, Yet my life has tempered like steel
And I must thank you Sir for the elixir you wake me up all the time in the drowsy life.
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My Calendar
From off my calendar today
A leaf I tear;
So swiftly passes smiling May
Without a care.
And now the gentleness of June
Will fleetly fly
And I will greet the glamour moon
Of lush July.
Beloved months so soon to pass,
Alas, I see
The slim sand silvering the glass
Of Time for me;
As bodingly midwinter woe
I wait with rue,
Oh how I grudge the days to go!
They are so few.
A Calendar's a gayful thing
To grace a room;
And though with joy of life I sing,
With secret gloom
I add this merry month of May
To eighty past,
Thinking each page I tear away
May be my last.
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July comes with her new fancy dress
Dear,
You just born today
And remain only thirty one days
Am I correct?
Of course it's Canada day
And on the fourth
You bring us Independence
Is it true?
Thank you very much July
But it's very sad to hear
As you give us the Independence
And leave so soon.
Never mind, we keep a slight hope
Because you come again in the next year
With a different dress.
How good!
If the life too beautiful
Like a Calendar?
* To my poet friend and political activist Dave.Tanguay
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Sir!
You passed me remarks on & off
that I am an ignorant!
Yes Sir!
I know only that Sun rises in the East
and sets in the West,
One plus one is two not eleven like our boss says
and the precious letter
in the English alphabet starts with 'A'
and finishes at 'Z'.
But you are not familiar with this statement Sir!
Most of the huts in this ridiculous World
Their stoves unlit for days, months and years?
All the religions I seaerched but couldn't find the right word
and ultimately it's in the encyclopedia in simple letters
'poverty'.
to my friend Pranab!
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A strange E.mail
Hey! Scribbler
We issue a stamped envelope and a calendar
for the next year on behalf of your Birthday!
Please send us your recent colour photograph.
Thank you,
With best regards,
[email protected]
P.S.
Tell us something about you.
*When you dance with your customer, let him lead.
-Unknown
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A Merry Christmas
Thick snow covered the mountain tops and the dangerous calendar is going to be finished very soon,
But a new shinning one comes with the same old nagging worries.
I hear the hymns from a faraway church
And I think of my old thatched village church and the skinny bearded father who wanders in my blood-soaked native land.
Oh! My Lord Jesus of Nazareth,
If we could have the Christmas at all to our miserable lives?
* Dedication to Sandra, Jerry, Alison, Denis, Dave, Max, George and the rest of my fellow poet friends in the site.
Merry Christmas and a prosperous new year to all.
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My school is far and the river is deep?
Loose leaf book and the pencil
Old thatch school
Not friendly with the boy
When his father's lying on his sick bed?
He grips the rickety oars
and join the ferry
to earn for the family.
In the deep river when he sees the crocodiles
He murmurs; ' Yo all are my friends
and tomorrow I'll bring you something to eat.'
But he knows the rice bin was empty at all
and the crocodile would be angry
Remember once the Headmaster's cane
for telling a small lie in school?
for Nightmute in gratitude!
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Grass Widow
She writes an uproar.
It's very hard to pass the time
You are always skips from me.
Almost a year gone
How long I have to wait?
Only the calendar gives me comfort
While the dates disappear.
Don't try to be a naughty sailor
I have heard that they get a wife in every port.
Is that true?
I receive your letters these days
like weather reports.
Why? you don't have love anymore.
You never get an affectionate wife like me
Don't know when you get realize this?
It's more than enough now.
Please alter your course homewards.
In the thick fog
only the scream of seagulls.
I am a lone wanderer at the old jetty.
To my poet friend George. Murdock
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The passers-by
I was searching a shelter
passing so many obstacles.
'I am the only one who is living here'.
'How do you live alone my dear? '
'Those who come here keep their memories
and a newcomer peeps before it fades.'
'I do not leave you alone my darling
and I promise you to stay here forever.'
'There were lot of broken promises brother
they stay here for a while and left but never come back.'
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September Quandary
Thirty days does have September,
But there's one thing I don't remember.
What happened to those eight other months?
I know I must appear a dunce, but…
All this time couldn't pass me by I don't believe,
While I celebrated last year's New Year's Eve.
Then before I could make it to New Year's Day,
Exactly 243 days of this year have passed away.
Never again will this calendar inhibit my sight.
People and experiences will be focused delight.
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Attachment and Betrayal
What do you feel when an apple falls?
I think Newton's theory of gravity
And I still remember the curly haired physics teacher,
One day she brought an apple to the class room and said;
'Hey! My pupils this is from the garden of Eden.'
When I fell not once but several occasions in my jostling life
I had a dilemma of human beings why they collapse constantly?
And latterly I noticed the teacher goes out once in a month to collect her miserable pension.
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Hey, Headmaster
(tennant/lowe)
Hey, headmaster, whats the matter with you?
Whyre you always so serious, why so blue?
All the kids in the school have seen you
Being patient with the boys who fool you
When you used to hit them with your ruler
So independent too
Hey, headmaster, whats the matter with you?
Theres a crisis rumoured in the school
The boys have cut their hair short to look cool
Examination time is drawing near
Disintegration of the football team
No one seems to want to play for real
In classroom, club or pool
Hey, headmaster, whatre you gonna do?
Theres an invitation in the post
To a reading party on the coast
Pack your bags up, you old bibliophile
Get together with your friends, who will
Give you time to think and time to kill
With independent hosts
Hey, headmaster, arent you gonna go?
Hey, headmaster, arent you gonna go?
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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My 2005 calendar we actually did a shoot in Lake Las Vegas. Since I had requests do some swimwear and athletic shots we tried them and they came out good so we inserted them into the new calendar.
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Slanted Lamp posts, Asphalt roads and the lost pair of synthetic gem-studded sandals
Slanted old wooden lamp posts
Hold the high tension cables
And the asphalt stretched
Silent roads,
Give their broken shoulders
To pass your proud vehicles
You go in situ and no more?
And the rest do their
usual schedule.
He who sings this unchanged melody
from a safe distance
And they cry in the life-theater
The poor audience?
*[My wife called me yesterday from the Temple that somebody has taken her pair of sandals at the threshold and she came home hardly barefoot? I didn't believe this as I thought it's another April Fool's message.Then I said; ' Not to worry, probably a poor worshiper like us must be fled to Nirvana suddenly, who knows? ']
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Lady April
This day…awoke April
In a terrible mood
If months had bad hair days
Then this one certainly could
This day dawned early
With cold and grouchy demeanor
Obviously having awakened
On the wrong side of her bed
With un-April like winds
That sliced like a knife
And had all the bad manners
Of moody March instead
I like to ascribe to the months
Their own personalities and ways
From the surreal colors of September
To the mild, merry manners of May
But I also respect, and know when to stay
Inside, cozy, warm
and totally out of her way
When lady April is having a bad ‘air day'
I know that the morrow will likely dawn warm and showery
She'll dawn with a yawn and ne'er admit
That she's e'en the slightest bit sorry
April's snits, as you know, ne'er last very long
She beckons us out to warm breezes
To tease us, (and a few sneezes maybe)
And just like the lady she is, and pleases to be
Will never admit she was wrong
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Puzzling
Calendar with days marked off…
Final day checked…
in blood-red ink marker mean
Then… no more marks…of any sort
The calendar antiseptically… cryptically clean…
Time seemingly now, no longer of import
What was coming, so anticipated…(Or dreaded) …
That the days after… the anointed day
Seemed of no consequence imbedded
Calendar yellowed and tattered
As if time no longer existed…
To a person… like you or me
And to whom days… no longer mattered
Then…Now…and for eternity
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The Calendar
It's advertised in our local news paper
By the Minister of Human Resources from the Hell.
'We are looking for a new face for our next year's calendar.
I submitted my latest photograph with the beard.
I received a prompt e-mail.
Thanks for your interest but we are looking for a perfect Ghost's face.
I replied them; ' Sorry Sir, it's very hard to find a perfect ghost's face on this planet Earth unless perfect Human beings.'
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In His Shack
Seasonal sea breeze peeps
through the broken windows.
The old sailor rests on a hammock
and the torn World map on the wall
some countries washed out.
The seafarer rides a hobby horse
which belongs to his grand son.
A distant ship brings him a tear
with a ripple and he knows the rickety soul
cannot stand for the coming new year.
His sorrow is heavier than the mysterious life
and he thinks which he sees the last sunset.
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Tell Tale Of The Storms
All of a sudden as a faraway witch-like relative,
You bring damages to the entire atmosphere.
Politicians really scared of mud slides
And they kept locked and stay indoors quietly nowadays.
But the poor folk wander here and there along the streets.
Be careful, let the rain wash your sins
And grab the oblique lamp posts tightly
Because the gossamer life could have blown away.
* Please do not tell secrets to the wind as she might spread all over.
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My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.
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