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It is unseasonal, rains come when they ought not to. The ready to harvest crops lie soaked in water. Unable to bear the weight they droop and fall. The farmer sighs money lost, toil wasted. loans mount. The long stretches of his fields held promising yield, the day before. seeing them lying in water...

shed myself of a woman
beautiful but terribly
flawed.

Agree with you Bob.

As Bob puts it many of us are introverts, living in our own world.
Thanks, Bob and Billy

That is a good idea, Ken!
But i cannot find one.
I am happy as I am,
Boy friends or girl friends are not of much help.
I seldom make friends.

Very true, Ken. It is an entry. Mostly I think of myself as if I alone exist in the world.
Thanks,

Which way Meera turns she encounters hassles. Having been stoic so long, feel she cannot be so anymore. "I give up" she cries a whimper bursts from the depth of the heart. It is turning unbearable she who preaches patience and tolerance, is now at wit's end. There has to be an end. That has to come ...

Thanks, Ken

Going through the day with its sighs and murmurs groans and grunts, I slip into a semi conscious state. I look as if I am drunk, my drowsy eyes give out the wobbling walk reveals a mistaken stature. God promise, we as children used to scream in our days like wise I swear I am not drunk I have not se...

Yes, I agree with you Billy.
it is information with few titbits of fear surging while attempting to perform during those prescribed hours.

Thanks, Bob.

Governed by by auspicious time Rahukalam , Yemakandam Kuligai,Horai, followed by yogams Amirtha yogam, Siddhayogam , Maranayogam . Not to leave off the new moon day, Amavasai ,, full moon day, Paurnami ,, Ashtami , the eight day after new moon or Full moon, Navami , the ninth after the two moon days...

Good poem, Bob. Not one of your best.

it is gorgeous, as Bob says, from first to last.

How can I compete with Yeats? Bob.
I did my best. I did work hard.
The imagery part goes missing.
Another exercise!

It is an attempt, Bob. Learning to do something different.
Is it strained and artificial?

Hard to go around doing chores day in and day out performing the same old in small or large dose turns killing. Sighing and heaving I go abou.t phone calls, guests dropping in between. I carry on, no doubt' with exhaustions interfering. It so happens this morn a trouble brews up all too sudden accus...

Revised with Michael's suggestion in mind and after reading Yeats " Second Coming"

Thanks, Michael.

Your workshopping lends an impetus to the poem.
I will revise accordingly.

I am familiar with Yeats but have not read the poem.
I will read and try to improve mine.

Revision 1 Weathermen come up dry when asked why it rains this time of the year when the monsoon goes rear. The past year full of scare leaves the astrologers to glare at their prediction chart a miscalculation in short. Pulling their sleeves up gallantly their claim of indicating nonchalantly about...

Vey good choices, Michael.
Thanks for excluding my poem which Bob has nominated,
I know it is a poem but not one to represent the board.
Thanks Bob for your consistent encouragement.

The dogs howl past midnight, barks go up in decibels, reach the heights terrible it sounds as fear looms I pull the quilt over while gloom shrouds me driving me to ends the hounds continue the trend. My quilt lends me the warmth needed in spite of it the body shivers unheeded. The noise progresses w...

Billy,
I like the way you draw the analogy.
It is well crafted.

Thanks, Bob for nominating my poem,
You are constantly pushing me to do better.
If Michael feels it is worthy, I will accept.

Trees with huge branches stay dumb like big stone walls, leaves do not flutter nor rustle with a whiz, tweets of birds cannot be heard. Could this be a premonition? I wonder. Anything hazardous is on the anvil, I deliberate. Nothing at all it is hallucination haunting, I reconcile. Lost in thoughts ...

I always like your poems, Ken.