Saturday Poem of the Week 35: on Mindsinger

Yay!! Weekend has finally arrived and lots of plan for fun is coming up since Miss. Sunny Rays has finally decided to visit us in our place.After a long break (I believe so), I, Uma Anandane from Inside Poem  and authoring at Perpetual Mind is again here to post about weekly  picks for Saturday Poem of the week.As usual, among the amazing submissions I had one pick to show-cast to all the Poets here.

Theme : Plants,Creatures and Cosmos 
Pick : The Master Noticed
Author :  Mindsinger

The Master Noticed

I’ve never seen the ocean

but I’ve known a quiet stream,

I’ve seen it catch the sunshine,

and I’ve heard it as it seemed

to hold the wisdom of its Maker

clear within its golden gleam.

I’ve never seen the ocean,

but I’ve known a drop of dew.

I’ve seen it on the rosebud

and I know it holds a view

of worlds so wide and wonderful

that I must seek them too.

I’ve never seen the heavens

from the Master’s point of view.

But I’ve seen a gleam of starlight

on a meadow, silvery blue.

And I know these things I’ve looked upon

the Master noticed, too!

How very spiritual touch the above had even in small things we see every day.I too the liberty of not pasting the pictures that he had in his poem and I think Mr.Mindsinger won't mind it since I still captured the beauty of his poem

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend and don't forget to leave your comments here in JP's Olive Garden.

TA TA..see you next week  :)

Poem of the week

Hello all, its been a long time meeting you all at JP's Olive Garden.Hope my posting now doesn't alter anything at JP ;) .Well, for the theme  Boating, Water, Mountains, and Birthday Parties .


Words are everywhere and wonderful twining of selected words gives birth to poetry


Today the poem of the week is geezer girl's Radical. Geezer girl according to her profile is Hair dresser, artist, writer and a renaissance woman.Her poem is simple as BE WHAT YOU ARE way with carefully woven words.


RADICAL


The Path of radical has no bridge to the other side
All consuming cloister of absolutes trapped
within the admonition that this is the One Way
The island seems small and littered with text
Iconic debris leans on mounds and abstinence of
earthly favor lets the frost bite cloak the trembling prayer


Perhaps it is the limitation of the heart that betrays
that cloistered cluster of absolutes from entrance
Perhaps it is the limitation of the mind that closes
when the radical consumes the air around you and
you can not breath the freshness of possibility
or see beyond the idols set before you.


There is no place for the in between or the indifferent
Or the nay sayer or the prophets of many other ways
All of us cherishing some small mound of earth
In an ocean of rightness and wrongness littered
with text and icons and idols of every sorted sort
Speaking a truth that is blasphemes to another


The Way has many junctures, forks, challenges
Many islands, mountains, cathedrals, fairy circles
If you can think it, it will be placed before you glaring
And if there is no Way in or out or around or through
Maybe the radical thing is to just be right where you are
Sustained in the blessing that you perfect as you are

This is Umamaheswari Anandane from Inside My Poem Book and Perpetual Mind , one of the official in Gooseberry garden feels honored to be a part of this lovely community .

Cheers!

Lets encourage each other and grow together !

By Uma @ (http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/) 

Poem of the Week "November, Winter, Change, and Hope"

A weekend welcome to Gooseberry Garden!.The theme "November, Winter, Change, and Hope"had many wonderful poems in .The winter is in and we all cuddle safe at home decorating and ready to welcome the Christmas .To all my poetic friends,an advanced "Merry Chritmas".


This week poem 'A Winter's Tale' talks about the memories of the past winter and thoughts of our poet Rinky Rimes. 

 A Winter's Tale by Rinky Rimes 

A WINTER'S TALE

The play was over.

All the giggling and terrible acting were done.

We were young village girls

Performing at a neighbouring village hall.

Was it two miles from home or more?

The distance escapes me.

Does it matter?

All that matters is the stars.

That and the frost.

Transport arrived to take us home.

Some would have to 'start walking'.

(In my memory we walked all the way.)

Does it matter?

All that matters is the stars.

That and the frost.

Five of us linked arms

And started walking homewards.

We didn't speak;

We had done with laughter

And bad acting.

Were there five of us?

Does it matter?

All that matters is the stars.

That and the frost.

The memory of that night

And that walk

Is with me still.

'A Winter's Tale'

Demands snow and a full moon.

We had no moon, no snow,

No Christmas-cardy

Effulgence of night-time glory.

We had a dark blue sky,

A billion stars,

And a road fast-crisping

In the icy stillness.

The air was bitter.

Our breath billowed out,

Temporarily clouding the stars.

Branches, whitening before our eyes,

Stood stiffly,

Surely ready to snap.

We walked in unison,

Briskly, because of the cold.

One could almost say we marched.

No words were spoken,

Yet such a sense of companionship

Pervaded that night

That I remember the silence

As a meaningful conversation.

We spread out

Right across the vehicle-free road.

(This was 1947 remember!)

What a poor old 'Winter's Tale'!

No lights,

No snow,

No 'Ho! Ho! Ho!'

No holly berries

Or 'Christmas Merries'

No decorations

Or fond relations.

No carol-singing

Or present-bringing.

Silence,

Except for the

Sound of flinty feet

On the fast-frosting road.

And the vision of periwinkle stars.

Copyrighted to Rinky Rimes

This is Umamaheswari Anandane from Inside My Poem Book and Perpetual Mind , one of the official in Gooseberry garden feels honored to be a part of this lovely community .

Cheers!

Lets encourage each other and grow together !

By Uma @ (http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/) 

Poem of the Week "What's to be Thankful for..."

A weekend welcome to Gooseberry Garden!.The theme "Thanksgiving"had many wonderful poems in .Thanksgiving is a wonderful way of acknowledging family and friends from our heart and our poets here have thanked their loved ones and some special ones through their poetic words.I loved one such input from

 What's to be Thankful for...-by Teresa Marie

What’s to be thankful for you ask?
To make a list is quite a task:

I’m thankful for my life
to be my lover’s wife

I’m thankful for my husband
who is my best friend

I’m thankful for the children
God blessed me with back when

I’m thankful for my great joys
my grandchildren, the girl and boys

I’m thankful for my father and mother
for my sister and for each brother

I’m thankful for my adopted ones
all the daughters and the sons

I’m thankful for every friend
into my life God did send

I’m thankful for legs to walk
and a mouth with which to talk

I’m thankful for ears to hear
and heart that holds no fear

I’m thankful for eyes to see
all the blessings God’s given me

And this list could go on
unto the stars and beyond

But let it suffice to say
I thank God for every day!

Teresa Marie   11/12/11

This is Umamaheswari Anandane from Inside My Poem Book and Perpetual Mind , one of the official in Gooseberry garden feels honored to be a part of this lovely community .

Cheers!

Lets encourage each other and grow together !

By Uma @ (http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/) 

Poem of the Week "Childhood, Dreams, Books, and Role Models"

A weekend welcome to Gooseberry Garden!The theme "Childhood, Dreams, Books, and Role Models" itself has lots of muse to write about.Children are a source if joy and childhood is a source sweet remembrance.Pretty little things by Jothi Mishra is one such poem that recalls sweet memories from childhood.I can't ignore the facts on these lines...so sweet.Thanks to all contributors and your wonderful poems.

Pretty little Things-by Jothi Mishra

Pretty little things

So many, you ignore. 

Few, you can never forget.

For some, you are not sure. 

Few, constantly pricks. 

Many others, just useless tricks. 

No matter how small they are. 

They have this bundle of power. 

Which can control you,

or can twist your mood. 

Some, you wanna retain. 

Others, you elude. 

The tiny gift your friend gave. 

For a sip of coffee, you crave. 

First prize, you won in school. 

Silly things you did, pretending to be cool. 

Sarcastic comment, your classmate made. 

Fun you had in college parade. 

A friend, who stopped talking to you. 

Next door pal, with whom you grew. 

Mistakes, for which your mother slapped.

Ohh, the height of enjoyment you had

in designing pranks and getting trapped. 

Flowers of the plant you planted before. 

That girl in your class, always outscored. 

Lovely, unusual sibling love you shared. 

Shine of your new bike, you proudly glared. 

Movies, outings and trips with your gang. 

Irritating others with your private slangs.

These small things.

They do count. 

Adds meaning n spice

in your lives n surrounds. 

Pretty little things 

they may be.

Made from people 

like you and me.

An elegantly blended.

potpourris, of sweet n sour 

moments n memories. 

This is Umamaheswari Anandane from Inside My Poem Book and Perpetual Mind , one of the official in Gooseberry garden feels honored to be a part of this lovely community .

Cheers!

Lets encourage each other and grow together !

By Uma @ (http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/) 

Poem of the Week (11) - Nature

Hello Poetry lovers ! And a special hello to the readers among them :D
This is Nimue again (hope you have not forgotten me ;) ) sharing with you one poem from all the amazing verses you linked this week.

I have picked the poem from the blog called : Mystic Mountain  [ totally goes with the theme right !] I have read Marlee's poetry on and off and I am always so much impressed with the sense of belonging each post of hers has. Its simple and has so much of a universal feel to it.

And now to the poem :

Mothering Nature

I want to take a walk in the park

Swing through the trees

And turn into a butterfly

I want to feel my wings become a part of the sky

I want to float on air

Without a care

Fly into a sunrise

And see earth from God’s eyes

I want to be a part of it all

.

.

.

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I want to feel nature

And understand Earth

Work together in love

And bring forth a rebirth

(I have not written few paras here intentionally ..

Go read the whole poem on the blog and do leave a comment please )

Poem of the week (10) - Longing and Loss

Happy Weekend Poetic Friends.I welcome you all to the Poem of the Week for this week's theme Life, Loss,  Loosing, and Failures.I read many wonderful poems from talented writers and one which had my attention more was Free withing these walls.Ah! The title has so much meaning and so I read the poem which was more deeper in meaning.For those who are wondering , I am talking about Roughwaterjohn poems :)

I think it was a personal poem for Sara and since he had his linked his poem here for poetry potluck to select ,now this is here.

The poetry was overall touching and poignant and deserved to be here today


Free within these walls....

Free to fly, though kept within, the walls of those who cling,
Spirit swells, as heart burns bright, her thoughts as bird will sing.
Gaze from glass of ‘prisoned walls, she thinks and plans her day,
Words that wound she will not say, though here she may not stay.

Though loves her spirit free and bright, yet he clings too tight,
With clutch of need and grasp of doubt, still she will not fight.
For bright the light that burns within, this aged soul in youth,
Wisdom deep and heart most kind, helps deal with those uncouth.

She shares with those who share her light, but never undermines,
This need he has though clinging tight, she reads her loves dark signs.
Dark with doubt but not with pain, he fears his thoughts, not hers,
Wiser than the one who clings, her words and thoughts assures.

She views the world through curtained life, looks out on friends afar,
Though sky seems dark with lack of light, she finds a distant star.
Its light reflects the light within, she knows she need not stay,
She plays her part, still loves the one, who’s deeds have writ this play.

-Copyrighted to Roughwaterjohn

About Me:

I am Umamaheswari Anandane ,the owner of Inside My Poem Book and Perpetual Mind , feels honored to be a part of the Jingle poetry reading and selecting poems from amazing writers everywhere.

Cheers!

Lets encourage each other and grow together !

Uma @ (http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/)