Month: August 2011

The gift of you

Geetha B Life, Love, Poems, Women

The gift of you

26 August 2011

Meditation on water by Lee Anne Morgan

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Wrapped tightly against my bosom

Delicately packed in emotion

I hold you in eternal embrace

Like a flower I feel you blossom

I am wrought by night’s devotion

Within infinity I see your face

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Time and space join and split

In the wake of your haunting

As my mind follows your feet

Darkness from your face alit

Eases night’s glory so daunting

Is fighting your light’s fleet

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I whisper within your teardrops

Your voiceless answer fills my soul

With a thousand words of solace

Destiny’s pace grows the crops

That will tune into you to console

The sorrow worked by disgrace

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While the shadows grew tall

And the well brimmed with sand

As the cherry tree fell to mildew

Beckoning to a homecoming fall

I reached and held again your hand

In time I will unroll, the gift of you

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A night to devise a day to rise

Geetha B Poems, Tanka, Women

23-24 August 2011

The moon softly sets

In blue slumber subsides

While the sun rises

In wake of day all regrets

Will weigh you down like anklets

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She wears her bracelets

Into the day she glides

Toil surmises

Memories pearls lie in baskets

To string and lay in caskets

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Sun high in the sky

Scorches the dying brown grass

While ants move uphill

The leaves now motionless lie

Whispering each other’s sigh

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She blackens her eye

With liner looking in glass

At her face so still

A blackened eye does not cry

But holds itself oh so high

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Sun mellowed now frets

Descending ball down  it rides

Thousand demises

The stillness all earth blankets

Like a hundred dark carpets

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She wipes the droplets

That to her skin sun confides

And brow disguises

Cloak of night she now revets

Painting lips red like garnets

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Birds to safety fly

While ants crawl home as they pass

With piping so shrill

We all in our own way try

Reaching what fate would imply

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She brushes her thigh

Against the dust that would mass

On her window sill

Craning neck for night to spy

Dusk and dawn into hearts pry

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The sun then plummets

In crimson feasts on all sides

On moon’s surprises

Come time of splendid banquets

Feet move in frenzied ballets

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Mingling with trinkets

The dark dress to her feet slides

As she arises

Thoughts revolve on like planets

Around this night for poets

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New blog / Monkey business

Geetha B Blogs

Hi all,

Thanks to all of you for visiting from time to time or subscribing. When I started out I did not expect to have more than a couple hundred hits and we are actually nearing the 10,000 mark by the day. It is wonderful to know someone appreciates what is written so I would really like to heartily thank all of you who take the time to read my posts.

I wanted to say that I have created a new blog for advice and tips on various matters deriving either from personal or professional experience. I decided to do this as pursuant to my own personal experience I realised that some people were very happy to email me and discuss issues related to my real-life experiences section and ask for advice on specific matters related to child custody, to issues of abuse and on how to find the information that I had found. I am not a professional but I have recently heard from two such ladies that they have been able to make huge progress in their personal battles thanks to the tips provided and this in itself makes the whole matter worthwhile to me.

Feel free to  have a look at http://thankyourstars.blogspot.com/ I just started it so there is nothing much but I will be updating it regularly with small tips, suggestions and sharing of interesting videos/other material that I personally found useful or amusing.

If you need advice on some specific topic, you can leave me a comment on the blog there as this one is just for poetry and art works. I will be writing both in English and French on that blog too.

I will try to be a little bit serious when I post professional advice but knowing my sign, it will also have a lot of monkey business.

Meanwhile, enjoy life and remember not to be too good to be true.

Geetha

 

Journey of a soul

Geetha B Poems

19 August 2011

Journey of a soul

Would you in the multiple me I spell

See then nothing but the outer shell?

 

Rassouli painting

A whisper lost in echo two penny

And body a body did much relay

Through timeless pool in land fenny

A journey on discovery’s way

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Voiceless spirit twirling I’d spun

Within web of earth to err astray

But my mind’s eye had now begun

To show through infinity’s array

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I am all living being I am any

I am growing seed of yesterday

I stand tall to bloom among many

I am the field of some sunny day

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I am all in creation for I am none

I walk often in hot molded clay

A disguise that I would yet shun

Seeking that mine lost sunray

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Farewell

Geetha B Poems, Women

10 August 2011

Farewell

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And as the wind like a banshee blew

Wailing along with my spirit that flew

Across heathen lands that I once knew

In tense of a past as you and I acknew

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And shrill came the lone seagull’s mew

Lost in the mind’s eye, such lonely view

My spirit so free you would see askew

You would to your mind my mind hew

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The seeds of memory in time slow grew

But I boil no wrath and no hate can brew

Find ye in my truth something too new

That it with hasty hand to my tomb slew?

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Of mellow fragrances I hold but a few

The kiss of a tear in some morning dew

The birth of a raindrop growing anew

A lurch in the heart as I bid you adieu

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Memory’s kiss

Geetha B Feminism, Poems, Women

9 August 2011

Memory’s kiss

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Memory’s kiss would a life recall

One spent walking on an eggshell

In tales untold for mind do appall

A hidden realm for spirits to quell

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A truth come hither that did befall

Aligned checkerboard of wane cell

From dark night to wistful dewfall

A tale between a heaven and a hell

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On endless journey of a downfall

That an open mind could foretell

But with a heart, a bond does thrall

And plunge into a bottomless well

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Of lost innocence on comes the call

For infants within our souls do dwell

Though treasons change spring to fall

A faith in heart with love would swell

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A jeering mind with nerve and gall

Of lurking secrets would never tell

But pelting stones like black rainfall

Would leer and peer while they fell

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And as they pour my soul they spall

Though faith my heart does indwell

A wanderer in fleeting justice’s hall

My life turned hue of bluest bluebell

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Great hopes a dreary mind enthrall

Wondrous times their secrets spell

A light would light however small

As joys in aches a mind would sell

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True seeker of core I stand now tall

Though all recounts he did misspell

No wicked one could my heart stall

Hear ye not chime of parting knell?

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A life like footsteps under snowfall

Fades as I hear yonder deathly bell

And all that would now be left of it all

Is a stark withering note of a farewell

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L’amour en devenir

Geetha B Amour, Poèmes

25 juillet et 2 août 2011

L’amour en devenir

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Au sein d’un vide au froid si glacial

L’étang d’un amour autrefois ma vie

Ruisselle dans un las silence ecclésial

Horizons striés en douve infinie

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Danse ô mon cœur en rythme nuptial

Avant que tout ton sang son nom n’oublie

Toi autrefois d’un terrain diluvial

Aujourd’hui en mince ru à l’agonie

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Rejoins encore ton ancêtre fluvial

Que son éclat te soit vive égérie

Dépouille-toi de ton aura marial

Que volonté d’aimer il glorifie

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Domaine restreint, fluet pouvoir radial

Perdu est le temps de ta seigneurie

Rien ne demeure qu’un langage martial

Dans cette cage qui te personnifie

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Sentiment dans un nouvel ordre social

En guenilles de pauvre s’atrophie

Privé d’élan en vase clos spatial

Perd la foi d’antan, en fait hérésie

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(inspiré par le début d’un poème d’une amie de nom de plume Tuniselle Révo “La mort du souvenir”)