A Sonnet on an unknown rascal
A Sonnet on an unknown rascal
-Ramesh Iyengar
( The dormitory room experience of a school teacher)
You the one, who often here stalks
By cursed hand doth loudly knocks
All the night in intervals, quick, short
Bangs the door, cause fright at heart
Not a moment lets me have my peace.
Can’t study, write, work or sleep with ease
Rush I in post-haste quick to the door
Lo! gone is he, from sight ran away far.
Rascal’s face unknown, name know I not
Yet, curses for his downfall, let him rot.
You, the one, if thee build a house
Or in thy fair maid’s sweet embrace
May you by all means lose erection
For, in this poet’s words, is there no correction.
- Ramesh Iyengar
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A Sonnet On Subash
A SONNET ON SUBASH
- Ramesh Iyengar
( A sonnet written on my student Subash)
Rolls he a toy car like a kid
Eats candies, sweetmeat right below hid
Brings his pockets stuffed always
His large mouth now and then he fills
A glutton, nay a monster in food
Know not I, for he is no good.
Childish pranks in him so many
True virtues, studious, not any.
Eating his passion, sleepy his wont
To the teacher listening he can’t.
Writing, reading, learning, doing,
all unknown for Subash; for playing
Chatting, drawing, are to all he belong
Thus, the school years go all along.
- Ramesh Iyengar
poem by Ramesh Iyengar
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A sonnet - On Rashmika's Wedding
A sonnet - On Rashmika's Wedding
As white-mist chill fine descends too low
Over thy abode atop a mountain high
Ye, the daughter of fair one lofty above
Couched, comforted in life cool, cushy though
Little birds chirp perched on creepers low
Wake gently, rich Sam's sweet pet
As east's eye in the sky doth open
Gently, too gently wake and see without
A charming, young lad, too stately person
Presented here, young dame's hands to take
Blush thee? ! Behold him in bloom full
To clasp, to wed and in sweet bond fuse
For Angels, Cherubims, men and women all
Bless anon, shower flowers on couple at ease.
- Ramesh Iyengar
English Teacher
(2009-2010)
St Peter's, Kodaikanal.
poem by Ramesh Iyengar
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Vote of thanks on a school cabinet induction ceremony
Vote of thanks on a school cabinet induction ceremony
SONNET
Here all we do assemble in a mass
To install a cabinet fair as a flower vase.
For each to assume duties variant
To render services for year concurrent
Do we bless them for taking a role
And each to act in vigour, in whole.
And for everyone gathered here
Our thanks heartfelt that is due and fair
And thank audience what have they done.
The events nicely as made, the day was won.
Thus these ceremonies we finish
Contented, cheer’d all with a heart of relish.
Behold hither our banners, colours flourish.
One and all we thank, all with heart’s grace.
-- Ramesh Iyengar
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A Sonnet on ‘ conjoined’ sisters
A Sonnet on ‘ conjoined’ sisters
- Ramesh Iyengar
[ school pals Miss. Thaslima and Miss. Priskilla ]
Ah well! bonny sisters blessing endowed
From which wond’rous womb dost thou descend?
Oft-seen spotted as Gemini stars forever
By human agency seldom torn asunder.
In classroom, dorm or corridor elsewhere
Never torn, parted, cleaved but, together.
Black as thy skins outwardly seem
Yet, in grace, virtue, the friendship gleam.
Art thou Siamese twins in full beam
Or ‘ by birth-conjoined ’ as medics claim?
In faith, creed in practice differ,
In amity, affection by nature’s confer.
Excel in learning, friendship pals sweet
Forever, forever fixed remain so concrete.
- Ramesh Iyengar
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Sonnet - 15 ( A counsel's complaint)
Sonnet
A Counsel's Complaint
These few words to the judge penned humbly
My regret that the suit instant is too wobbly
Too elongated, protracted as anaconda's tail
Vulnerable to further delay with no curtail
Much long ago the case did commence here
In hope full to yield fruits so fair
This plaintiff too decrepit to sit or walk
In debilitated state and too torn to talk
An aged widow dragging her evening life
When to end this prolonged court strife ?
Wise men say ‘ All is well that ends well'
Yet unknown if this ends well or at ill
This tedious trial doth tire all here
Barring this defendant in gladness sheer
Advocate
poem by Ramesh Iyengar
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The School Of Nature
To be a poet
it is essential to be a student
of school of nature
to complete this study
one life is not sufficient
but has to take many births
its language and grammars are too tough
no university can meet it up
in the school of nature
the languages of stars, planets & all creatures
are taught for which you have to choose a teacher
God is the super teacher to teach you
in the school of nature.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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SONNET--Breakfast in Gurunathan Cafe
A Sonnet
Breakfast in Gurunathan Café
You that seateth café by Andal temple beside
Bestride upon stool behind kerosene stove
Busy with thy wares, quick in spirit
One that dons a banian snow – white
Schooling thou hast none, lettered scarce
Yet schooled in catering makes one amaze
As dosas hot on plate spread as lotus pad
Dawn lights the day, the town unfold
What art, subtle blessed skill thou possess
To churn out those gentle idlis
White as lily, soft jasmine, no crusts
Better than my better half’s breasts?
Piping coffee, crisp vada, sambar of onion
Tingling in taste, neat recipe fine.
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poem by Ramesh Iyengar
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The poetry for Farewell Day
POETRY FOR FAREWELL DAY
Years here have passed by,
many a winter and spring rolled away
The honeyed days we had in here
in free mind and innocence fair.
Never are to return forth.
Say I this in full truth.
A sanctuary is to us
Our safe haven, secured campus
Yet, from it we part now
like the calf that leaves the cow,
As the cub severs from brave lion
nurtured full in its den
We thus take a breach.
To our alma mater make a valediction.
A farewell to Mother,
these children do festivize here.
Hence we are here gathered.
For an academic rite.
Our school’s ultimate event.
Hence, we here did collect,
to mark an event when we part,
but note we do weep at heart.
Thus, everyone here we welcome
Pray, do make this wholesome
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poem by Ramesh Iyengar
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Hare And Where?
quick and speedily, a hare ransacked
a skeleton of a rascal-compulsion;
then oblivion! it rising stood now with vibration
for it took the cook of food, stopping it.
monster came to fling the hydrogen from the water
or rather, the breathing was clearly in demand.
the hare charged like an arrow as the monster got
released into the wild. this had killed the rascal bone.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Kiss Me Quick
(words & music by doc pomus - mort shuman)
Kiss me quick, while we still have this feeling
Hold me close and never let me go
cause tomorrows can be so uncertain
Love can fly and leave just hurting
Kiss me quick because I love you so
Kiss me quick and make my heart go crazy
Sigh that sigh and whisper oh so low
Tell me that tonight will last forever
Say that you will leave me never
Kiss me quick because I love you so
Let the band keep playing while we are swaying
Lets keep on praying that well never stop
Kiss me quick just cant stand this waiting
cause your lips are lips I long to know
Oh that kiss will open heavens door
And well stay there forevermore
Kiss me quick because I love you so
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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To Knock on a Door
Who
Who
Who knocks?
Who knocks at
Who knocks at my door?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven named Nevermore that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven named Nevermore that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door? ... No, it's just my brother, Josh, that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door:
It's time for dinner.
poem by Hannah Shier
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Build
Clambering men in big bad boots
Dug up my den, dug up my roots
Treated us like plasticine town
They built us up and knocked us down
From meccano to legoland
Here they come with a brick in their hand
Men with heads filled up with sand
Its build
Its build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
Its build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
Whistling men in yellow vans
They can and drew us diagrams
Showed us how it all worked it out
And wrote it down in case of doubt
Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick
Its wall to wall and brick to brick
They work so fast it makes you sick
Its build
Its build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
Its build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots
Its build
Down with sticks and up with bricks
In with boots and up with roots
Its in with suits and new recruits
Its build
song performed by by Housemartins
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The Return
Who knocks at the door so late, so late—
Who knocks so late at the door?
Is it one who comes as a stranger comes,
Or one who has knocked before?
Is it one who stays with intent to bless,
Or one who stands to implore?
My days have been as the years, she said,
And my heart, my heart is sore;
Love looked in my face for a moment's space
One happy spring of yore—
Looked in my face with a wistful grace:
And left me to grieve evermore!
Through all the days the door stood wide,
For hope had breathed a vow
That love should ne'er be kept outside.
The years were long and hope hath died;
The door at last is barred and fast—
Why comes this knocking now?
Yet woe the waiting heart, she said,
And the heart it waiteth for!
And woe the truth and wasted youth
That nothing shall restore!
The faith that's fled, the hope that's dead,
The dreams that come no more.
Who knocks at the gate—so late, so late?
Thou foolish heart, be still!
What is 't to thee if love or hate
Knocks in the midnight chill?
Art thou, poor heart, compassionate?
Is love so hard to kill?
Ah me! the night is cold, she said;
Would I might all forget;
But memory lives when hope is dead,
And pity heals regret;
As light still lingers overhead
When sun and moon are set.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
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Ghost
'Who knocks? ' 'I, who was beautiful
Beyond all dreams to restore,
I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither,
And knock on the door.'
'Who speaks? ' 'I -- once was my speech
Sweet as the bird's on the air,
When echo lurks by the waters to heed;
'Tis I speak thee fair.'
'Dark is the hour!' 'Aye, and cold.'
'Lone is my house.' 'Ah, but mine? '
'Sight, touch, lips, eyes gleamed in vain.'
'Long dead these to thine.'
Silence. Still faint on the porch
Brake the flames of the stars.
In gloom groped a hope-wearied hand
Over keys, bolts, and bars.
A face peered. All the grey night
In chaos of vacancy shone;
Nought but vast sorrow was there --
The sweet cheat gone.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Song
I came to the door of the House of Love
And knocked as the starry night went by;
And my true love cried "Who knocks?" and I said
"It is I."
And Love looked down from a lattice above
Where the roses were dry as the lips of the dead:
"There is not room in the House of Love
For you both," he said.
I plucked a leaf from the porch and crept
Away through a desert of scoffs and scorns
To a lonely place where I prayed and wept
And wove me a crown of thorns.
I came once more to the House of Love
And knocked, ah, softly and wistfully,
And my true love cried "Who knocks?" and I said
"None now but thee."
And the great doors opened wide apart
And a voice rang out from a glory of light,
"Make room, make room for a faithful heart
In the House of Love, to-night."
poem by Alfred Noyes
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The Lady Of The House....
travel has become one form of negligence.
in the house the words are waiting
they become grass
turning into weeds, they grow thorns on their stalks
warning you of a revenge
when you come back the path is barred
you have to cut weeds to enter the door
the door cannot embrace you
it hints you with a door knob to welcome you back
the computers suffer a breakdown
and the fan has become a throttle less the air
you have so many things to tell the room
but the blankets are still covering their ears
your lady who had been waiting impatiently
removes her dress
and you see how wounded are her breasts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wise Words of Gareth Pugh
Gone, baby gone -
are the days of youth
brought mostly in school!
Home sweet home safer?
=NOT!
School sweet school safer?
=Yes more or less!
Your wise words did not bore
a hole; rather it gently unlocked a...
closed heart -
into an open heart.
My days spent here are soon to be over
in this ole'but school sweet school.
The words will stay
stitched into...
...an open heart! -
as my respnsibulities change.
Advice given = advice used
in words; unlocking a door -
a door to say Thank You!
Gone, baby gone -
are the days of youth
brought mostly in school!
Home sweet home safer?
=NOT!
School sweet school safer?
=Yes more or less!
A door opens wide -
and in comes a breezy breeze...
...enveloping with my freedom
as your wise words described
it in images of hope and longing!
Now it finally but trully arrived
at my door step.
The wise words embraced and brought me to a freedom...
of hope!
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Open The Door - IV
Mom! Open the door
I have been waiting on the door
It is chilly cold, havn't sufficient clothes
Mom! please open the door
the sun is on head
may i get stroke
Mom! please open the door
Mom! open the door
it is raining cats and dogs
my clothes are fully drenched
Mom! please open the door
Don't be so truculent
I shalt be thy obedient son
Please open the door
poem by Ramesh Rai
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A little Ghost Story
As I was going to bed
I turned out my light
tucked myself in
on a long winter's night
All of a sudden
I heard a door squeak
I thought someone was in my house
so I decided to take a peak
I heard the wind blow hard
and started to shiver with fear
and heard some noises again
but this time I knew I was near
I went into the living room
and noticed my door was opened wide
squeaking back and forth
I laughed so hard I almost cried
So I decided to go back up to my room
When I heard some terrible cries
I rushed to my room real quick
but a ghost stopped me in surprise
I ran and yelled
and I ran outside my house right then
and decided I would never
go back to that house again
At my new house
I turned out the light
you can probably guess
what went on that night
poem by Shaina Lloyd
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The night has left the stranger in the heart
who knocks and knocks but never lets in
I don't know if the dawn will find his home
the beam to write a message upon his door
'please come in or come no more'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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