The Seasonals
Must have experienced all Seasons
Awaited them, without any reason
But Seasonals, a term coined to ephemeral
Attain short lived HIGHS, seldom durable
Definitely aren't any veggies or fruits
But people around us, in varied pursuits
1st kind of Seasonal are new Homey Chefs
No humble requests listened, are deaf
Become Master Chefs by watching BBC food
Taste their experiments, or be labeled Rude
Bear such seasonal, is someone close to you
Will make something good, in a day or two
2nd are Seasonal Writers and Readers
Their inspiration is close by, someone else a seeder
Make fabricated news known to you
Have an old reading habit, finish books in hours few
A little digging unfolds some obvious realizations
Skimming and somersaulting with a lot of exaggeration
Their writing a word salad, incoherence worth seeing
Dream as published writers, such strange beings
Then comes the 3rd kind of Seasonal
Are philosophers and thinkers, No rule is liable
Use others words and thoughts as their own
Quotation marks to them is unknown
If accidently you shed some light to it
A crime unforgetful, sure‘d commit
Be guarded, they can be around you
It's your luck whichever gets you.
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Zeitgeistlyrik: Winter Blues (Satis Shroff)
Winter blues,
Go away!
Season of short daylight,
Coughs and rheuma,
Wet, cold days.
Misty towns,
Snowbound Schwarzwald,
Season depression,
Winter blues.
This cold seasonal change
Influences your hormones.
The lack of sunlight,
Its warm and reassuring rays,
Reduces the endorphine
In your blood vessels.
Serotonin, which regulates
Our happy mental state,
Is sparingly there,
When we need it.
Daylight is the best cure,
For light seasonal depression.
You go for a walk,
Even when the weather
Is misty and wet.
You keep a balanced diet:
Fruits and vegetables,
To create good feelings,
And to avert colds.
But for those have
Endogenic depression?
Low appetite,
Weight loss,
Sleepless nights,
Increased melatonin,
Caused by a lack
Of sunshine,
Makes you tired:
Your activities are at a low.
If walks in the misty countryside
Or city parks don't help,
You have antidepressiva
As a last resort.
Ach, winter blues
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Writer's Drought
You've heard of a thing called writer's block and you've heard of writer's drought
But writers are never short of things on which they can write about
It's just at times their inspiration well does seem to run dry
And they cannot seem to pen a line though hard enough they try.
The writers drought it causes writers moments of self doubt
Till the words that seem locked in them eventually flow out
Through their pens to their notebooks their dry spells do not last
And on time lost out on penning words they seem to catch up fast.
Some writers in their writing drought cannot seem to feel inspired
To write even a single line they feel mentally tired
But when fresh inspiration comes to them much better stuff they do write
And feeling re-invigorated they sit and pen all night.
Most writers you will talk to of writers drought can tell
When there is no inspiration in their inspiration well
But when inspiration returns to them and their creative juices flow
They become much better writers and in self confidence grow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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0374 Seasonal greetings to...
In the spirit of the season
I'm working on a big-hearted,
multi-faith, inter-faith, lack-of-faith
religiously correct yet thinking outside the box (6 x 2)
all-inclusive but not syrupy or anodyne
seasonal greetings card
(or will the mention of season
offend non-seasonalists?)
here's the draft but no doubt
it'll draw comment.. feel free..
Seasonal greetings to All whom
I usually ignore:
Greetings to all our enemies -
please don't abandon your principles, I'm not asking that, but
can we draw a little nearer this year?
Greetings to all pagans -
we all would like to pop round for a merry drink or two and a hug
but can we do it indoors? Merry
mistletoe, etc. - wrap up well!
Greetings to all atheists -
enjoy your year all the more since
there's no One to thank except possibly
Intelligent Design?
Greetings to all agnostics -
should I hope that this year is
the year you make that big decision and
leap that big leap off
the fence of fierce, barbed intelligence - or
will life be the duller for it, for you?
Greetings to all humanists -
hope you feel really human all year and
don't lose faith in humanity, and please
spread it around especially
among those who have an over-developed
sense of sin...you could put the fun back in
fun-damentalist..
Greetings to all bah-humbugs -
who have better reason each year
to condemn the commercialisation
of the season - take the phone off,
disconnent the intercom at the door,
and have a really good time to yourself which
many of us pretend to envy you...
and
Greetings to all those who, while
not really believing in anything too much
or too little either,
go through the motions, wreck their bank balance
for the sake of others - may you
emerge from the season - nay -
live the whole year -
with an unexpected greater warmth of heart - for
you are the salt of the frozen earth
and I suppose finally
Greetings to those without a heart -
may you enjoy all
that you wish yourself
and who knows
(for PJ whose idea I stole - seasonal greetings and please forgive..)
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Most Writers
Most writers 'twould seem have moments of self doubt
But they never go short of things to write about
And to become a top writer of one a big ask
And to succeed as a writer for many seems too daunting a task.
Most writers do not write for wealth or for fame
And despite lack of success they pen on just the same
For every one hundred thousand writers perhaps one writing millionaire
Amongst the ranks of the wealthy the writers are rare.
Few writers can hope for to scale success height
For the love of writing they only do write
Few writers get published and fewer know of success
But in their writings on paper their thoughts they express.
Most writers will never know wealth and renown
And they are not even well known in their own Hometown
They never will be known beyond their home shore
They write for the love of it and little more.
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The true blessing of spring
when the lark, the nightingale and thrush sing
is like the most sincere friends that seldom meet
or maybe each other seldom in goodbye greet
as it’s a seasonal thing which is reoccurring.
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Autumn Begets Spring- Hilda's Marriage Decision
You have no seasons;
you are an undifferentiated
whole with no seams:
Guarded or Integrated?
I can't decide.
You whole life seems
well, so together.
And you love me.
I think you really do.
You are my Eternal Summer
well-off, a famous family
and persistent
in your interest in me.
There will be no seasonal
changes with you
and you and your mother
have already been shopping
for the children's wardrobes.
I have another suitor too.
He is Winter, chaste and unsure
of everything
except me.
He loves me too.
He is all future-
the dreamer.
He sweeps me up
in his beingness
for hours on end.
I adore him;
he brings things in me alive.
So what is it to be.
Endless Summer
or uncertain Winter?
I am stick here in
my Autumn
wondering
what I can do to get to
Spring.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Autumn Is A Name
When the clouds of rain,
take leave from the sky,
Stratus clouds come to
take the charge with clouds dry.
The blue blank vastness sings,
the song of seasonal fest.
Whichever was sown gets ripened,
the trees feel their best.
Autumn is a name,
which warms my veins,
Autumn is a word,
which takes my pains.
In the dilemma of life,
I oscillate though,
Autumn can't give birth to,
any glum I know.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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A Well Crafted Word
Why am I so philosophical, a philosopher a long time ago once wrote.
The song writer, script writer, poet and novelist like to use a great quote.
Some poems are written with a catchy rhyme and a theme.
A well crafted word can help and be a great writers dream.
Everyone knows that the pen is mightier than the sword.
A well crafted word can give the reader great reward.
'A metaphor is just like a simile'; An unknown author once quoted.
It's true about all writers I know, they all hate their words being misquoted.
To writers one and all, a well crafted word is always a must to write down.
Just remember this about all writers, they can make great use of a pronoun.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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However long the dry season takes a seasonal river will never forget where it used to pass.
I hope to read a Harry Potter novel soon, to see what it's all about. I admit to being annoyed that many good light fantasy writers have had trouble getting published, in England and elsewhere, when it is obvious the readers were waiting for us all along.
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Do it your way for Stephen Stirk
Sometimes the words that writers use
have different meanings and values.
For words don’t always mean the same
and common words don’t play the game.
Some words can mean their opposite
A writer must be explicit
selecting words in such a way.
Their meaning is as clear as day.
Avoiding in particular
the words that seem familiar
That sound the same when they are not.
Meanings can differ quite a lot
Like seams and seems or there and their.
A writer has to be aware
Simplicity is his finest tool
and that his readers as a rule
Are not concerned with the syntax
Your words should help them to relax
If they do not then you will fail
your efforts all to no avail.
Although your words are scholarly
perfectly composed grammatically.
Successful writers in the main
make sure they write to entertain.
They cater to the public taste
they haven’t got the time to waste
Writing works which won’t be read
That will not earn their daily bread.
Those who write professionally
research their market thoroughly.
The must be certain it will sell
and some of them do very well.
Amateurs, who post on the net
are not constrained they can forget
The publishers and critics views
and simply write the way they choose.
Though they won’t earn a single cent
it doesn’t matter, They’re content
with comments that their readers make.
They love to write for its own sake.
23/06/2009
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A useless animal
Have you ever thought you are a useless animal?
You do practically nothing or exceptionally well
You are bent upon creating nonsense and virtual hell
Who will come to you for all this things to tell?
It is not confined to one single person
We go on spoiling the things without any reason
When there can be vast sand timely change in the seasons?
Is there any scope for us to act different and commit arson?
We eat, indulge in marry making and spend the day
We are practically spent over and lost on the way
We simply look at the sky for help with bright ray
How can it happen when you are not sure of how to say?
It demands care all the time for relatives and friends
You can’t live in isolation only to meet ends
You love the dear ones at home and outside
Try to create close infinity with bond and confide
Love is seasonal fruit and in times available
If you show it with sincerity then you will be able to
Cultivate the friendship for all times to come
Praise from all quarters and you will be welcome
Try to reach out to each and every one in your circle
How flowers look beautiful in colors like red.pink and purple?
It is our duty to spread fragrance with some purpose
Life may look beautiful and meaningful thus
We can’t spent the life animals even though are quite useful
We should be free enough to think twice before being called fool
It is of no use that we are termed or called under that context
We got to prepare ourselves for the next possible test
We are human beings and may err sometimes
We may be cautioned and warned many times
It is quite natural to follow suit and amend
It may be nice to find us comfortable t the end
Throw open all the doors and wait for change
Face all the difficulties and possibly manage
Try for everything which you can have and arrange
It will be definitely a good beginning on your page
How can we make it worth while and enjoy?
Why not we render happiness and joy?
We are human beings so naturally react
It is not impossible for us to fairly act
We are social animal and have to live among
No one is perfect and we may sometime go wrong
It is still possible to compromise and act in fairness
Everything can be tackled with wisdom and coolness
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The unconditional judgment
Writers are a few; their readers are much.
These readers aren’t those writers either.
Actors are a few; their viewers are much.
These viewers aren’t those actors at all.
Singers are a few; their listeners are much.
These listeners aren’t those singers too.
Performers are different from audience.
Poets must be read by other than poets.
Then would prevail a good environment,
Where judgment will be unconditional.
26.10.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Couple We Are
Him,
The one that is always strong in front of his readers,
Within his dark poetry,
He is a teddy bear, but all you see is the scalpel inside.
If you really knew him, and took the time,
You would find a completely different man, my man.
And I,
The one came from being the weakest, of the weak.
The one having to be taken under,
The great Saint’s wing,
Letting everything inside her be seen.
We didn’t mean to, it just happen this way.
Just writers and readers,
One getting better within each day,
The other knowing he is the best.
Give me any subject, heck you can pick the words,
You know you’ve met your match.
He would say, to those who think they challenge the Saint.
We swiftly became friends,
Now who would have thunk?
We would be falling for one other.
Every woman wants to be his.
I should be a jealous woman but when,
You’ve got one of the most intelligent writers and,
The most incredible man for me,
Whispering in your ear every night,
Baby I Don’t Hate You, I Don T Hate You very much
You don’t worry about,
Some jealous woman writing something rude,
Because you remember he’s yours.
So like it or not girls
We are a couple
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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It, Is...Not!
I am not surprised when I hear,
That many readers do not write.
Nor am I shocked,
To learn those who write...
Do that day and night.
Those who make requests,
For other writers to read their 'stuff'...
Seek approval and acceptance.
But when does that get to become too much?
I've said this so many times and I'll say it again,
When one creates from their own inspiration...
A commitment to just 'that',
Provides a lifelong motivation and a loyalty unmatched.
When one writer becomes offended,
By another who is experienced.
Has not yet comprehended the time involved,
To produce from one's mind...
That another perceives is easily invented.
It,
Is...
Not!
If I ever got a letter,
From Maya, Edgar or Langston Hughes...
I'd be shocked by that!
Believing they would have nothing else to do,
But read Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Emily Dickenson.
And...
Well,
My work too.
It,
Is...
Not easy.
This writing business.
Especially when one seeks,
To be critiqued.
And upon request.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Throwback
I watched the American Crow on a lamp-post and it's crowing.
The accent and the language both are same as in my native place
And the colour too is the pitch-black.
But it complicates me, why it didn't accept my food which I threw over the ground?
Even the crow here is very rich and proud it seems, isn't it?
*Seasonal greetings to all my poet friends!
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Four Main Types of Writers (personal opinion)
The Lonely Writer
Some writings tell me
This person is lonely
And is reaching out
For the touch of a friendly comment
These writers are sad, solitary,
Isolated, but good persons
And quite often very good writers
The needy juvenile writer
Some writings contain words
Or language meant to shock
And to offend.
These writers are lonely also
But in a different way.
These writers are simply saying
Like a little child
“hey! I exist! Someone better
Acknowledge me! ”
These writers can often write well
But usually don’t, can’t, or choose not to
The Spite Writer
This writer can be of either gender
But seems to be in a female majority
They’ve been spurned or rejected
Two-timed or lied to.
And they are going to vent their ire
In the most public way they can.
These writers can also be very good writers
But too often let their anger get in the way.
The Religious Writer
These writers show people passionate
And zealously devoted to singing the praises
Of the Lord and goodness and charity.
They’re probably austere, honest people
Who almost always write very well.
For the most part these writers seem
To want to spread the word and
At the same time tend to be rather singular
In the subject matter of their writings,
Rarely attempting other genres.
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Fishing Village.
Daughters walk softly on broken
fish scales, my son,
Because leering bait-catcher fathers,
despair for seasonal caution
when at the Winter pier.
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On My Worth As A Writer
On my worth as a writer I do cast great doubt
Though one could never run out of things to write about
And poetasters are many and poets they are rare
Yet so much to write on of the big World out there
One can say I've written a whole heap of stuff
Yet out of millions of writers few are good enough
To make a success out of the wordsmith trade
So many there are and so few make the grade
Not many writers the literary critics impress
And so few out of writing become a success
For every literary success of which we do read
So many are destined to never succeed
And only a tiny minority do make writing pay
But then such is life as some are known to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Where Home Is...
Home ephemeral abode
Where birds fly from
Onto seasonal migratory flights
Where soul goes
After many lifetimes journeys
Where roots form
Good intentions prolong
True desires spawn
Happiness lingers about
Joy whole throughout
Where Self evolves
Overcoming many flaws
Where home is?
If not in our sorrows
Laying low in our hearts and profound
Blissful states of being
Not even rip deep
A melancholy state of home
Where home is
Copyrights Leon Jaime Villegas
October 17,2010
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