the late- read stigma of poetry
as you can see ...
some poetry is left unseen
now a days for weeks ....
if you wish to be read
do read
another poet's creativity
please.
now do go and read older ones kindly
in the unseen gallery
A Neopoet's well wisher
lovedly
here Ian
only you are the sole commentator
alongside me
and as long as you comment
I shall continue to compose poetry
some day some one shall read me
and ask thee
who was friendly Lovedly
what then will say ye??
you all have to read
and
comment
and
go to their pages to read
as thanks
then only will you be read
one whole year none read me
now over 1000
read me daily..
Dear friends ....
of meditation
Many times out of my own minds common knowledge, over the years I have preached meditation as one’s mind flows all over the immense vastness of wilderness at lightning speed. Thoughts only spread far and wide rapidly and without the human minds control. It’s then we must need to concentrate our thoughts at a place and attend to the task in hand .Many times that does not happen .At such times we need greater attention and to concentrate our thoughts we need to utter some words of intent .A simple a line or a psalm ,but very brief like an
I started off well...
liking the smoothness
the flow like a river of no return
sorry I had to abandon
as it became epicurial
and
that's not my cup of tea ..
so new poet do excuse me...
but if you care to
do read me
friends across the net called poets
do remember
in order to gain rapt
attention
compose shorter poems
I could visualize the drive from Montreal to
Terrebonne
what a LADY autumn one does see driving in exoticity the flowering robes outstretched beyond of what eyes can pry
the distant calls beckons come by and the sprawling rainbows
as if they were for real upon leaves of many a hue
all colours fresh and new like a veil upon a newly wedded female
cast away the bridegrooms loneliness.. as she kneels down to show the hues she wanted to
