Celebration of Poetry with Penmancy
#pocketpoem1 Day1 #Pensee
In my
Thoughts day and Night,
Twilight, and Dawn! From –
Noon to Midnight, My Lord
You sing touching every Chord
Evenings watch the Sun
Flounder in the horizon
My spirit bubbling
#penmancy #Pocketpoems3
Weavers
Weavers weaving through day and night,
What do you weave in your sorry plight?
We weave a garment to gently cover the body mortal, to garner honour from every sight!
Weavers weaving through day and night.
How do you colour the garments bright?
We draw the hues from dawn and from dusk,
We draw the vibes from our sweat and our soul,
We sprinkle the joys of the birds and the breeze
And sometimes
We shower the fragrance from the trees!
Weavers weaving through day and night,
Why do you work so hard till twilight?
Our weaves bind our brethren,
adorn kinsmen,
create many a celebration,
and hold the nation!
#pocketpoems5 #limerick #Penmancy I once knew a man from Herefore!
Who wrote and spoke nonstop for sure!
She matched his every score
He danced to her tunes galore
They are now seen together therefore!
#Pocketpoems6 #Decuain #Penmancy
Admiring the vibrant blooms beckoning;
Together they hang, twitch, bloom, sway, cluster
Radiating a fragrance each morning,
Epistles from our Heavenly Father-
Invite, beckon, allure, trap, the weaker,
A web spun spiraling delicately!
Connecting the weak to their Mentor-
Whose heart rejoices inadvertently,
For the joyous blossoms all beckoning;
Its not their pleasure they seek each morning!
Buds
Blooming overnight
Fragrance lingering lurking!
Buttercups,
Strewn all around-
Mesmerize!
Vivid blue sky,
Embracing,
Mirth of the Earth,
Divine Blessings Reflecting!
Children!
Precious Priceless,
Loving Cajoling Gamboling,
Future generations- Past glory
Relieving Reassuring Retiring
Wizened Weathered-
Old!
As My heart beats fast
Your sweet countenance recall
Calming the flutter
I ponder what’s the matter
That which lies within surmounts!
#PocketPoems_Day12 #Penmancy #Dirge
Gaily she marches forward
Without any glance backward
She whips up passionate pride
With diligence does she stride!
Rain, hail, blizzard or sunshine
No hurdles her crusade mine
For patiently has she tried
Since Failure’s clutches she pried!
#Pocketpoem13 #Cinquain #Penmancy
The glow-
Of Motherhood
Soon vanished, vaporized
Running around, running behind
The sprite!
