RamaNi's English Poems

[ramaNi]

My efforts at rhyme and rhythm go back to my college days, during 1969-1971. I had the fortune of getting my verses polished by a teacher. 

Inspired by his instructions, verses of every hue and colour started flowing from my pen, giving a hard time for my teacher! I shared my verses

in those days with only a few friends and my 'auntie', a famous Tamizh writer and a voracious reader of English literature, who gave me fillip 

to go about my hobby.

Although I gave up writing English verses long back, the original spark is back in action for sometime now, mainly because of our leader

shrI Ilandhai Ramasamy, who has assigned me the task of 'teaching' English prosody. This has also prompted me to revise whatever I wrote 

in the past, and try new verses that reflect my current life and thoughts. In this thread, I would like to collect and share my verses old and new.

I used the pen name Verseworth for the verses I wrote in the past. For my present-day verses, it is ramaNi. Members who are inclined to read 

my poetry, might feel free to give their feedback.

Let me start with my latest verse, I composed today.

Thoughts on my Teacher

Keen to impart, he taught me how to write,  

Ensured my rhyme and beat and shined whatever

I brought to him. His pants and shirt were tight;

Tobacco stained his lips; in class, wherever

He saw chatter, his chide would be gentle, light! ... 5

Much about this man was decent, gentle, fair,

And yet in a college play on the annual day,

This man amazed on stage, disheveled hair,

Torn shirt, a desperate thief who stole the day,

Hiding in hearts! If the great St. Joseph's College ... 10

Ensured our future life with skills and knowledge,

Whatever spark this teacher gave my mind

Sustains the fire and keeps my verse refined!

--ramaNi, 28/01/2015

PS: In case you haven't found out, the name of my teacher

is in the first letters of the lines.

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[Subbaraman NV]

Great memories and nice verse. Which is that college snd who is that great teacher.?

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[Subbaraman NV]

YES, is it Trichy St.Josephs.?

[Subbaraman NV]

TEACHER?

[ramaNi]

Yes, Sir, St.Joseph's College, Trichy. The teacher was Mr.Keith Matthews,

which I have given as the first letters of the poem.

ramaNi

[Subbaraman NV]

Respected college

Admirable teacher

Meticulous taught

Admiring student

Nursing the Alma mater

Indeed a nice poet!

God bless you RAMANI!

N V Subbaraman

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[ramaNi]

Thanks for your words, NVS Sir!

ramaNi

[Subbaier Ramasami]

a good poem about the teacher.

Sustains the fire and keeps my verse refined!       is this   iambic pentameter?

Ramasami

[ramaNi]

Thanks you. 

And yes, Sir, you are right, it is iambic pentameter.

ramaNi

[ramaNi]

001. My First Voyage

(My first successful leap into the ocean of English poetry, with a small swim-float 

around my waist--metre and rhyme. This verse seems a good metrical exercise now. 

The antithetical ending was not much relished by my tutor, although he liked the rhythm. 

I meant to sustain the flow in cretics (/-/), but ended up mostly in anapests (--/)

--ramaNi)

    MORN and eve, day and night, full of mirth,

    O'er the first sweet voyage's splendid birth;

    In the sea moved the ship black and white,

    Boiling waves, with the moon, to invite.

 5  Blackish blue was the sky dimly lit,

    Spectral rays stars above did emit;

    Up and down, rose the waves with the ship,

    Up I went, down I looked at their skip;

    Tender breeze graced the sea rolling on,

10  Slender mist dimmed the sight, nigh was dawn.

    "O the Sea! where we are we don't know,

    'Neigh is dawn', sing the birds flying low.

    Soon the sun far away is to rise,

    O the sea as the bards will I praise

15  Thy waves strong, in the morn, lasting long,

    When the sun's golden touch makes a song

    From my heart on they grace in the air!

    I will sing Thee and Earth, Nature's fair!

    I will sing, on they moods, on thy ebbs, 

20  On they tides in the sun, and thy webs,

    Deep below! I will paint, thee now calm,

    Softly curled as a girl's pillowing arm!

    O thy great monsters, gems, and the like,

    I will sing. Lo, the sky gleams to strike 

25  Darkness out!" Hands circle slow and dull;

    Ne'er the sun over peeps, nor at lull,

    As of now, does the moon fully shower.

    Soon the lull gives to storm dreadful power,

    And the sea soon becomes Nature's rage!

30  To and fro in the waves, waves the cage--

    "O the Queen of the Earth! even thy sigh

    Makes a song worth thy bloom!" Blusish sky

    Laughed at me while I found all a dream,

    Rays of sun hitting hard in their stream!

    --Verseworth, Oct 27,1969

*****

 

[Raji Iyer]

Talking about teachers..I had lost this poem  ( written in 2002) and found it again just now in the forum hub. Some of you hav e seen it. But  I am placing it here for no . Iti s about the "Silent Teacher"-

The Silent Guru (Dakshinamurthi
Sivan)
Mondays I make my offering
Of raisins, honey and milk;
With every hope of aspiring-
To be amidst your ilk.
From you I've learnt so much my friend
My silent teacher true;
Language difficult to comprehend
Will now steadily accrue.
Culture, religion, music -galore
Humour, literature and so much more!
Asynchronous learning, virtually fun-
On cyber time frame naturally done!
Disciplined, prompt, kind and free,
No strings attached in this learning spree;
How can I say thank you enough?
Amidst complexities rough and tough?
While yonder "Dakshin" I see you there,
Benevolently smiling, and quite unaware-
That resides here many an ignorant soul,
Fascinated by your energy & formless role!

-Rajeshwari Iyer

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[ramaNi]

Very Nice!

ramaNi

[Raji Iyer]

Thanks. Here is my attempt at translating ( sort of) that verse.. done around the same time.

Raji

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[p balakrishnan]

I am happy to share with you that I studied in St.Joseph's College, Trichy. during 1966-69.(BSc.Chemistry)- Elangkannan

On Wed, 28 Jan 2015 18:50:22 +0530 ramaNi wrote
>Yes, Sir, St.Joseph's College, Trichy. The teacher was Mr.Keith Matthews,which I have given as the first letters of the poem.

ramaNi

On Wednesday, January 28, 2015 at 6:47:54 PM UTC+5:30, NVSR wrote:TEACHER?

On Jan 28, 2015 6:46 PM, "Subbaraman NV" wrote:YES, is it Trichy St.Josephs.?

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[ramaNi]

So happy to meet a senior alumnus. I did my B.Sc. Physics from 1968-71. Our Chemistry lecturer was shrI Kannan, 

and when he was on leave, shrI Jayaraj or shrI Nambi. Rev.Fr.C.K.Samy was our principal. During our tenure, he declared 

a holiday on the day of AvaNi avittam! 

Our Mathematics lecturers were sarvashrI Sauriraj, Paul Arulraj and V.R.Srinivasan during our PUC year. 

Physics was handled by Rev.Fr.Irudayam, and sarvashrI Srinivasachary, Narasimhan, and Chinnappan, 

Tamizh by the principal himself, besides shrI Antony Raj, occasionally Sammanasu.

And English by sarvashrI Prof.Bhanumurthy, M.N.Sundararaman, Balakrishnan and Keith Matthews. 

Hope I have not omitted anyone.

shrI Kannan started his Chemistry class with the words, "In the last class, we just discussed..." and then went on 

to use 'just' several times in his lecture, that we used to count and have fun among ourselves! You could not

say 'I forgot' to him, if he spotted that you did not bring your pen or book or record notebook. If you said that, 

he would retort, "you forgot because you did not CARE to remember!"

Among the happiest and most fruitful of my years, those college days!

ramaNi

*****

[Raji Iyer]

I havebeen thinking about that sestina.. that Ilandhai mentioned. Interesting verse form. Little tricky.. Will work on it later. Little busy.  But this sort of reminded me of something .I .wrote some years ago- a though t/word  in each line springing into next in first stanza ; and then thoughts/words reversing to first line in second stanza.

Every Word

Every word raises a question,

Every question raises a  doubt;

Each doubt springs forth suspicion,

Suspicion  in stones start to sprout.

 

Stones, sturdily seat suspicions,

Suspicions house arrays of doubt;

Doubts mirror the raging questions

Questions rage from the words that spout,

As words wage war with silence devout.

-Raji Iyer

[Subbaier Ramasami]

excellent

[Raji Iyer]

OK. I have attempted-what  I think this is a sestiona.. atleast partly the : ABCDEF ;  FAEBDC

I googled a sestina verse and tried to model something on that.. to follow tha t strict pattern of repitition.. I have included a couple of originals to show what I mean. Mine is a simple one..

Thank you Ilandhai, for this lesson.

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Your demeanour, tone like a maiden of ice -   A
Have dwarfed  my soaring spirits in size        B

 No fun discussions or letters wise,              C

Nor writings to criticize and revise;               D

whatever  became of those smiling eyes,      E
exuding warmth like summer skies?             F

 

Yes-tiz time now for white wintery skies         F

 Trekking, Trudging through  treacherous ice,  A

Foggy driving and  vision blurry  eyes             E

The bleeding heart queries and  sighs:           B

"Can situations amend, or ever revise            D

Why the tragic demise, O’ chief so wise"?     C

-Raji Iyer

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n fair Provence, the land of lute and rose,
Arnaut, great master of the lore of love,
First wrought sestines to win his lady's heart,
For she was deaf when simpler staves he sang,
And for her sake he broke the bonds of rhyme,
And in this subtler measure hid his woe.

'Harsh be my lines,' cried Arnaut, 'harsh the woe
My lady, that enthorn'd and cruel rose,
Inflicts on him that made her live in rhyme!'
But through the metre spake the voice of Love,
And like a wild-wood nightingale he sang
Who thought in crabbed lays to ease his heart.

** One by Ezra Pound
Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let’s to music!
I have no life save when the swords clash.
But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple, opposing
And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson,
Then howl I my heart nigh mad with rejoicing.

II
In hot summer have I great rejoicing
When the tempests kill the earth’s foul peace,
And the lightnings from black heav’n flash crimson,
And the fierce thunders roar me their music
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, opposing,
And through all the riven skies God’s swords clash.

 

[Raji Iyer]

 A couple of translations written some time back..  of Thamizh poems  by another SV member-  I am attaching the originals below.

Then and Now

Listlessly at the end of my tether

On many a desolate day,

Braving that cold Canadian weather

Alone did I grieve and pray.

When all at once, a voice did I hear

 Across the azure skies:

“The mind is in itself a place  clear

 Make it your haven wise”.

A hell of heaven or heaven of hell

It is an illusion made by man,

How cleverly the mind does this well

With elegance and elan!

But that was then and this is now

 I count my blessings in turn,

Trying to make it work somehow

And from past lessons learn.”

 For today with my computer
Smiling we reign supreme,

My inner strength I encounter
Regaining self esteem.

So slowly do I discover the beauty

Of my cherished mother tongue;

Grammar, tradition and duty,

I am again alive and young!

Empowered I feel the vital force

Zooming through cyber space,

Tapping into my minds resource

As I meet “him” face to face!

Delightfully trapped in this net

Where art and friendship blossom,

Can  HIS grace bestow yet

Another such world awesome?

-Rajeshwari Iyer

.

This poem is an adapted and modified version of S. Pasupathy’s original Tamil poem “nERRum, inRum” which appeared in ThiNNai in the summer of 2000.

http://www.thinnai.com/kavi20528.html

 

Fall Days..

 

-Rajeshwari Iyer

 

After a brisk morning walk in the Fall

Through the thick, maple trees tall…

Panting, I pause by the bench bottom

On that breathless, muggy day in Autumn.

 

Solemnly, I gaze at the  serene skies

For, alas! I miss my friend so wise;

Why, it has been well over a week,

That in this  very spot we did  speak! 

 

O’ what, O’ what  can have become of him?

I wonder and ponder in solitude;

When the sudden crackle and gust of wind

Scattered leaves asunder by the multitude!

 

Then like a chamelion changing color,

From pale yellow and thence to red,

The leaves they all suddenly fell

Plop like a parachute on mine head!

 

And as in misty thought I stood

I remembered my smiling friend so good;

Yes it is a trick of the season,

Is there, can there be a reason??

Why the green leaves should turn to red?

While the reverse rarely occurs instead?

 

For red, it always appeareth last,

As leaves mature and ripen fast,

Mirroring a parallel in our lives

As one blooms, thrives and survives.

 

Ah, soon the twilight will arrive here,

The morning sunshine will disappear;

So indeed, our smiles will dilute,

With onset of gray and wrinkles brute.

 

And under this great ripe old tree

Green leaves in plenty shall fall free,

Like bird droppings from the nest

That once nurtured the young to rest.

 

Angry eyes now a crimson glow

Hands quiver, movements slow;

For even the mighty sun by a hawk

Momentarily masks in mild shock.

 

Little wonder in twilight age

Akin to Fall of season’s stage,

As green peace protesters we gauge and wage

Our calm battles towards Yama’s rage.

 

Apprehensively.. I stop  by my  friend’s abode,

To be greeted by a silence that clearly showed
On the face of the woman who opened the
door

That my dear friend, I would see no more!

 

I lumber home…wan and weary

My heart a heavy, eyes teary;

Then- your peacock of  plumage pure….

Fills my heart with a joy secure!

And somewhere in the distance, the  bells peal...

As the little boy yonder turns his cartwheel!

 

This poem is a modified translation of a
Tamil poem “Ilayudhir Kaalam” by  S.
Pasupathy and was published in Thinnai 
(a weekly e-zine, based in NY) in 
Fall 2001.

Link:
http://www.thinnai.com/poems/pm1111013.html

 

 

 

[Siva Siva]

Nice!

Some questions - due to me lack of exposure to English poetry. May be such information will be covered (or has it been already covered?) in the English Prosody thread by Ramani.

1) What is the meter that these verses follow?

2) 

/When all at once, a voice did I hear

 Across the azure skies:

“The mind is in itself a place  clear

 Make it your haven wise”./

What is the meaning of 'when' in this stanza?

If this stanza is re-arranged in normal prose order, how will it appear?

[Raji Iyer]

Dear Siva, Siva:

This was a translation and I tried to adhere to the content - embellishing a bit here and there.. for eg the "azure" (blue) used  to give  descriptor to sky imagery .
The word "when" was added  to  rope inthe pensive mood for next line "Mind is in itself a place, (a hell in heaven or heaven in hell"- refernce to Miltons.. Paradize lost/Paradize regained .. I think) .. also in keeping with Pas's idea about "Maya message"that  he senses..in his poem; ( Incidentally, that  .. "when all at once" phrase is again borrowed... from "Wordsworth..  (Daffodils poem) .

Meter..? not sure
I usually write.. and then read aloud to see if it flows..and the dud da da da is maintained.  So more intuitive..
Sometimes   it is contrived, because I try to bring inthe end rhyme ( iyaibu) and now I am trying to use ethugai..-love this ethugai form.. so powerful to verse in general .. I think.  We see the end rhymes in Hindi, Marathi verses so this ethugai form is unique. The alliteration or mOnai gives some umpf! to the lines.
I must confess I really don't know English Prosody.. at all. I am a chemist -so sometimes poetry may seem off.. but I think the scientific training.. helps with structure, analysis and regulation.

Also when we try too much to keep with the rules.. the overall message can get distorted. This is my opinion. karuthu, karpanai and kavithvam more important. Having said that itis  a good exercise. I learned this with the recent one I tried.. for "sestina"..

I have read a reasonable amt  of English verse ..but mostly Elizabethan poetry.. and little of American ( Ogden Nash, W,H Auden) poetry and know my basics- figures of speech -simile, metaphor, alliteration, hyperbole, oxymoron, repitition, transferred epithet etc. .

 Writing verse as you probably know is therapeutic and preserves our sanity. Provides a place for  our thoughts to reside so we can go back and recollect .. a mirror of the past/present. "Then and Now."

That's all.

Raji

 

[Siva Siva]

Thanks for the clarifications.

When I read a verse, I usually try to rearrange the words in that verse to a reasonable prose order in order to understand it. Of course, sometimes some extra words may need to be inferred in some places to understand it fully.

/When all at once, a voice did I hear

 Across the azure skies:

“The mind is in itself a place  clear

 Make it your haven wise”./

In normal prose, 'when' is explaining a condition after which or at the same something else happened.

"When xxxx, then yyyyy " 

Hence, I was wondering about what happened when the writer heard that voice.

Also, I was not sure of how to interpret phrases like "a voice did I hear".

Does that mean "did I hear a voice?" or "I did hear a voice" or "or I heard a voice"

As I said, it is my lack of exposure to English poetry that is causing these doubts.

I think basics like valid (or common) ways in which a normal prose phrase may be re-arranged in English poetry will help a lay reader like me.

I presume Ramani will cover that in the English Prosody thread.

[Raji Iyer]

It would mean the latter:" I did hear a voice" ( did  I hear was probably used for eloquent  effect to rhyme with clear) ; more eloquent than rhetoric.. if that answers your query.

As for the "when".. the writer is trudging along the snow- cold winter weather ( event before)
when he hears this voice from the skies.. ( skies- could be heaven above-- celestial messenger/god? telling him that the mind is key to his state.."  ( this would be the "after" or "then" event I guess. )

In retrospect,  I think I may have wanted to elaborate a bit here.. on themind- BMI (Body- Mind Intellect) but dutifully suppressed an urge to keep to t he original Thamizh song and refrain from digression.

It's ok.. to go wth flow.. I think in poetry and not have to decode to prose all the time; ( it will fall into place and gel)- if you think about it, poetry came before prose..

[ramaNi]

Epigrams

An epigram is a short poem with a witty or satifical point. It is a good way to think about things.

PEACE is a motley curtain on the stage

Between the brawling scenes in a play of rage.

DEATH is the gesture of the Light

To the meandering Plane amidst its flight.

FASHION is a greedy worm

That eats the fruits of agelong form.

This LIFE's a tale, we wish to be its hero;

But as it ends, we find ourselves a zero.

POEMS are snapshots taken by the mind

And seen through both the pairs of eyes combined.

POEMS are insects wafting sweet pollen

Of ambrosial minds that are with joy swollen.

POEMS are diamonds delved from the deepest mine;

Polished by Wit, from everywhere they shine.

POEMS are forgeries of seeing minds inspired;

And poets just escape, exacting to what's desired!

POEMS are pickles soaked for long in mind,

To give that pungent taste unique of kind.

--Verseworth, 1969

*****

[Raji Iyer]

Neat. I have never written epigrams. I like Oscar Wilde for his epigrams..

A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance..many more..

I guess he was trying to expose the hypocricy of the aristocracy in England.

 

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent ( Eleanour Roosevelt)

Among Americans I like Ogden Nash... more later..

[Siva Siva]

Thank you.

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

Let me continue this thread, after a long time!

 I have based by following poems on the Devices, Genres, Meters, Stanzaic and Verse Forms, so meticulously researched and documented by Judi Van Gorder in her website is here:

https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1236-a-d-devicesgenresmetersstanzaic-forms-verse-forms/

001.01. The American Sentence
by gurunAthan ramaNi

01. It was just cold stone statue, until one lamplight was held to its face.

02. Don't cry, my dear child! Is it this grass that tripped you? No, that butterfly!


002.01. The Chant
by gurunAthan ramaNi

My Little Angel!
(Chant)

Come on, Cuckoos, sing her a song,
My little angel's out on the lawn!

Hey Myna look, with your lovely eyes,
My little angel's out on the lawn!

Dear Roses, bloom but do not blush
My little angel's out on the lawn!

O Butterfly, show her your colors,
My little angel's out on the lawn!

Wait a little, O Rising Sun,
My little angel's out on the lawn!

Blow softly, gently, O Zephyr
My little angel's out on the lawn!

Just now, all is right with her world,
My little angel's out on the lawn!

★★★★★

 

[NATARAJAN RAMASESHAN]

Brilliant piece of poetry 

Enjoyed it thoroughly 

      —Natarajan Ramaseshan 

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Thanks a lot, shrI Natarajan.

ramaNi

[Imayavaramban]

Excellent verses, Thiru Ramani!! 

Reminds me of these beautiful Pasurams from Periya Thirumozhi, where the Azhwar, as Parakala nayaki, asks the birds and the lizards to sing the Lord’s arrival :

Regards,

Anand

On Jul 20, 2024, at 8:23 AM, குருநாதன் ரமணி <sai...@gmail.com> wrote:

Thanks a lot, shrI Natarajan.

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[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

Thanks a lot, shrI  Imayavaramban.

ramaNi

[Ram Ramakrishnan]

மிக்க நன்றி, திரு. ரமணி.

ஒதுக்குவேன் நேரம் ஆங்கிலக் கவிதைகளுக்கும்.

அன்பன்

ராம் ராமகிருஷ்ணன் (ராம்கிராம்)

On Jul 19, 2024, at 22:48, குருநாதன் ரமணி <sai...@gmail.com> wrote:

Let me continue this thread, after a long time!

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[Siva Siva]

I looked up that link for that set of prabandham songs.

https://www.dravidaveda.org/?cat=727

கரையாய் காக்கைப்பிள்ளாய், - கருமாமுகில் போல்நிறத்தன்,
உரையார் தொல்புக ழுத்தம னைவரக்,
கரையாய் காக்கைப்பிள்ளாய்.

Nice.

While it is in agaththuRai style, the poetry meter is probably the same as - திருவங்கமாலை - in Thirunvaukkarasar thevaram

https://www.thevaaram.org/thirumurai_1/songview.php?thiru=4&Song_idField=40090&padhi=009&startLimit=1&limitPerPage=1&sortBy=&sortOrder=DESC

4.9.1

தலையே நீவணங்காய் - தலை மாலை தலைக்கணிந்து
தலையா லேபலி தேருந் தலைவனைத்
தலையே நீவணங்காய்

V. Subramanian

[Imayavaramban]

Thanks for the Thevaaram reference! Yes, the DivyaPrabhandam song seems to be similar in form as “திருவங்கமாலை” . I thought the Thevaaram song is also agaththuRai.

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On Jul 20, 2024, at 9:01 PM, Siva Siva <naya...@gmail.com> wrote:



I looked up that link for that set of prabandham songs.

https://www.dravidaveda.org/?cat=727

கரையாய் காக்கைப்பிள்ளாய், - கருமாமுகில் போல்நிறத்தன்,
உரையார் தொல்புக ழுத்தம னைவரக்,
கரையாய் காக்கைப்பிள்ளாய்.

Nice.

While it is in agaththuRai style, the poetry meter is probably the same as - திருவங்கமாலை - in Thirunvaukkarasar thevaram

https://www.thevaaram.org/thirumurai_1/songview.php?thiru=4&Song_idField=40090&padhi=009&startLimit=1&limitPerPage=1&sortBy=&sortOrder=DESC

4.9.1

தலையே நீவணங்காய் - தலை மாலை தலைக்கணிந்து
தலையா லேபலி தேருந் தலைவனைத்
தலையே நீவணங்காய்

V. Subramanian

On Sat, Jul 20, 2024 at 4:10 AM 'Imayavaramban' via சந்தவசந்தம் <santhav...@googlegroups.com> wrote:

Excellent verses, Thiru Ramani!! 

Reminds me of these beautiful Pasurams from Periya Thirumozhi, where the Azhwar, as Parakala nayaki, asks the birds and the lizards to sing the Lord’s arrival :

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003. ABBA or Mirror Poem
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Mom, Dad and Me!
(ABBA or Mirror Poem)

Dad
Phone and pad
dad alone!

Mom
Mom is sweet
with a bright face!
She's graceful, upright
neat and calm.

Me
I'm their pet child,
mild, and I get
all their time.

★★★★★
004. Arabesque couplets
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Family
Sleeping baby's smiling in the cradle
Peeping mother, her mental peace restored. ... 1
Father's typing something in his laptop
Bothers seldom to spend some time with them. ... 2

Temple
Raining drops are jumping in the temple courtyard
Straining her eyes my grandma looks at the evening sky ... 1
Wishing hard to show a rainbow, moves, her sari
Swishing, she walks under the temple's stony roof. ... 2
           
★★★★★
005. Barzeletta (Barzelletta)
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Nature's Cycle
(Barzeletta couplets)
.
Majestic frog on a lotus leaf fell down;
Even a flea has power, in Nature's cog. ... 1
.
Before the flea could think about its power
a raindrop drenched its wings and stopped its glee. ... 2

And the raindrop thought it would become a pearl
was mopped up by a ray of morning sun. ... 3

The sun with all its glory fell in the sea
as the seashore temple rang its evening bell! ... 4

★★★★★

[NATARAJAN RAMASESHAN]

Nice poems Sri Ramani

       R Natarajan 

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Thanks a lot.

ramaNi

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

006. English Ghazals
by gurunAthan ramaNi

She never turns up!
(English Ghazal: iambic hexameter couplets)

The sun goes down, the sky is blue — she ne'er turns up;
The waves are red, even the air has hue — she ne'er turns up.

The crowd is thin, I spot a couple 'hind the boat
The boat and the net are decked with dew — she ne'er turns up.

The lighthouse, lean and tall, its beacon yet to shine
The ships are far between and few — she ne'er turns up.

The broken moon is dim, the stars are yet to shine,
I walk in sand, without a clue — she ne'er turns up.

The waves adorn the sandy shore with froth and blob
The time is up and overdue — she ne'er turns up.

The couple 'hind the boat at some distance stood up
And there she is! so that's the cue — she ne'er turns up.

★★★★★
007. Traditional English Haikus
by gurunAthan ramaNi
1.
garden in darkness
tiny hands hold a mirror
the child and moon laughed

2.
temple's annual fair
woman on her hobby horse—
child's firm, wants a ride

3.
what is in your hands?
hands behind her back, the child—
displays a mothball

4.
noiseless winter night
I sit cross-legged in dhyana—
crickets, my mantra

5.
dad, a bandicoot!
startled, I switched on the light—
child at window sill

6.
raindrop on leaf end
shining with rainbow colors—
hill in captivity

7.
mushroom held a gamp ... [gamp: umbrella]
black ants happy under it—
I am fully drenched

8.
pouring. swirling winds.
evening. power-cut. on powerline—
two crows in dhyana

9.
burning, sultry noon
cart, unfastoned by the wall—
two bulls stand frothing.

10.
she drew it for ants
the kolam on the threshold—
squirrel gobbled it

★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

008. American 767
by gurunAthan ramaNi

01. Ladybug
Crawling slowly, Ladybug!
You like cucumber leaves?
Crab's eye dots on your body! ... 1

Clammy black bean aphids—
To kill this pest you lay
your sticky eggs upon them! ... 2

Caught you in empty matchbox,
which I open to look:
you fly away—wings in wings! ... 3

02. Yellow beetle
O dotted Yellow beetle!
Pretty, little swindler,
don't bite vegetable leaves! ... 1

You eat eggplant, ash gourd leaves,
and make them look like sieve!
Wait and eat their unripe fruits! ... 2

★★★★★
009. Coin Poems
by gurunAthan ramaNi

01. A collector's dilemma
(couplets: Coin Poem)

Rupees one, two, five and ten
coins buy a pen!
Online dollars twenty-five
gets these oldies live!

02. Then and now!
(couplets: Coin Poem)

A meal for just one rupee
your paunch was happy!
Gave it to a bum now: he
Threw it back at me!

03. Happy and sloppy!
(couplets: Coin Poem)

Fresh smell, hundred rupee bill—
happy in shirt pouch!
Careless, gave my shirt a wash—
got a paper slouch!

04. Action and reaction!
(couplets: Coin Poem)

Nagging crow on tank ladder
drove it with a tap.
The bird was gone, dropped scat on
my head with a slap.

★★★★★

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

010. Con-Verse
by gurunAthan ramaNi

01. KaNNA's beetle!
(couplets: Con-Verse)

KaNNA, look at this blossom!
A beetle pretty awesome!

AmmA, shall I touch it gently?
It's lovely, looking differently!

Wouldn't it fly away when you touch it?
Be very gentle, don't you clutch it!

If it flies, I'll jump and dive and catch it!
My empty matchbox I'll keep and latch it!

Haha, KaNNA! what you touched sits on your nose!
Your sunken eyes, wow that is a weirdo pose!

Notes:
• KaNNA, nick name for a Hindu male child
• AmmA, the Tamil term meaning mother

★★★★★
011. Cumulative Verse
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Zero, One and Two: in God, Man and World!
(Cumulative Verse)

Zero, only zero—
Zero is the primal Brahman.
NirguNa Brahman, he is called.
Brahman without attributes.
Formless Truth, the Absolute,
Zero is Unmanifest. ... 1

One and only one—
How did One come out of Zero?!
One is Brahman born from Zero!
Brahman with all Attributes.
Formful Truth, the Relative,
One's the Manifest Brahman.

One creates all other Numbers.
One resides in all Numbers.
Zero adds one more digit.
Zero can destroy Numbers.

Zero can make Infinity!
Zero is Unmanifest.

Two, as dual, makes the World
Two as God and Nature, is the World.
Two is also God and Soul,
Two is also Male, Female.
Two is made of Single Ones
and One did come out of Zero!

Three is One in Trinity
Brahma, VishNu and Shiva.
Each God pairs with His Consort
He is Knowledge, She his Shakti.
Two in pair thus makes the Three
Two is made of Single Ones
and One did come out of Zero!

The Number Game goes on and on,
making worlds in multitude!
All the worlds are made of Three:
Mind and Energy, Matter.
Three as Father, Mother, Child.
Two in form as Male, Female.
Two is made of Single Ones
and One did come out of Zero!

★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

012. Rhupunt
by gurunAthan ramaNi

My evening walk
(Rhupunt)

My evening walk, involves no talk, I watch the hawk, along the sky.
The sun is red, my thoughts are dead; they're all spread, the clouds on high.
The temple bell, the paddy smell, the plowmen yell, and the oxen sigh.
Time to end roam, I walk back home, chanting the AUM, my thoughts on high.

[AUM: the single-syllabic, root mantra; on high: in the sky, in heaven]

My evening walk,
involves no talk,
I watch the hawk,
along the sky.

The sun is red,
my thoughts are dead;
they're all spread—
the clouds on high.

The temple bell,
the paddy smell,
the plowmen yell,
and their oxen sigh.

Time to end roam,
I walk back home,
chanting the AUM,
my thoughts on high.

★★★★★

[இமயவரம்பன்]

Nice set of stanzas!

Is Rhupunt a type of verse wherein the first 3 lines of stanza rhyme the same while the last line  of all stanzas rhyme together?

On Jul 28, 2024, at 9:42 AM, குருநாதன் ரமணி <sai...@gmail.com> wrote:

012. Rhupunt

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013. 7/5 Trochee
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Drab!
(7/5 Trochee)

Many movies daily show
on the TV screen
Most are drab and dirty, low
Get out, watch the green! ... 1

Why not hear the cuckoo?
See the evening glow
Watch the wood ant walk through
Tiny creepers grow? ... 2

★★★★★
014. Amaranth
by gurunAthan ramaNi

I like them!
(Amaranth)

Rainbow
a rose
and the
butterfly
evening
setting sun
after the rain
on the grass
I like them.

★★★★★
015. Ambahan
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Evening Walk
(Ambahan)

Did you listen to the song?
Cuckoo singing all day long!
Eagle seen, its wings are strong;
Other birds on tree they throng;
The evening walk is pleasing
The winding creepers easing
The breeze that flows is seizing
The crops, they bend, appeasing.

★★★★★

For details of prosody of these poems, please check here:

https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1234-e-o-devicesgenresmetersstanzaic-form-verse-form/

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

016. Amphigory
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Laughing Shape
(Amphigory)

On the turtle's back is a frog
In the garden sleeps a dog
Its owner sleeps on the floor
The puppy walks by the door.
  The evening sun in a laughing shape
  It's all funny, the whole landscape.

His wife is looking at her phone
She walks the hall and gives a groan
As she cooks the dinner on the stove
Watching the cooing of a dove.
  Her hubby often cracks a joke
  As he sips at his bottle of coke.

★★★★★
017. Amphion
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Her head is always fuzzy
(Amphion: abbaccdeed)

I sit in the shade and watch the moon
my thought succeeds
a verse proceeds
with no effort I finish it soon.

The stars are seen
The darkness keen

Homework keeps my children busy
my coke in bubbles
my face in stubbles
my wife, her head is always fuzzy.

★★★★★

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

018. Anacreontic couplet
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Until your phone…
(Anacreontic couplet)

My cup is frothy and full,
hands steady but eyes are dull. ... 1
Like a dove you coo in bed
the liquor makes your eyes red ... 2
And then like babies we sleep
until your phone gives a beep. ... 3
           
★★★★★
019. Anapestic tetrameter
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Indian Summer!
(Anapestic tetrameter: aa bb)

All the world in the noon—not a stir, nor a noise;
Far away, from the trees, I cannot hear a voice.
Will the heat go away and the rain cool my house?
I'm alone, day and night—her mom's house gone my spouse!

★★★★★
020. The Anna
by gurunathan ramaNi

An evening walk
(The Anna)

I walk along
you come with me
the baby at your hip is keen
the evening sun is hidden by the clouds
the pall of darkness closing fast
the lamps in street glowing
we're back at home.

★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

021. The Aquarian

by gurunathan ramaNi

Night sleep
a dreamy world
never, I sleep in peace—
I tried.

★★★★★
022. Arabesque
by gurunathan ramaNi

My Garden
(Arabesque)

Garden is where I spend my evenings
Hardened mango branches in bloom
Next month will grow the baby mangoes
Text you I will when they are fruits.
           
★★★★★
023. Atarlis Fileata
by gurunAthan ramaNi

An Evening Scene
(Atarlis Fileata: ABaxaBA)

Sky blue
pleasing to view
not a single cloud
a jetplane drawing white smoke
children playing noise is loud
pleasing to view
sky blue.

★★★★★
024. Atom
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Evening
(atom poem)

trees
cooling
shade

mynah
pecking
worms

eagle
circles
far up.

★★★★★

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

025. Augmented Monometrics
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Morning Walk
(Augmented Monometrics)

The morning sky is blue—no cloud
The cuckoo song is mild—not loud.

It's six o' clock, the time is dawn
I walk along, the stars are gone
The drops of dew upon the lawn.

The fields of paddy ripe and long
The hands that cut are long and strong
The farmer throws them with a song
They spill on the road, but nothing wrong.

Upon the hill the sun is red
Its light along the sky is spread
The fading moon is dull ahead
The eagle sails its wings outspread
My child asleep in her baby bed.
           
★★★★★

 

[Ram Ramakrishnan]

அருமை.

ஓடியும் நின்று முருண்டும் ரமணியரே

ஈடு கொடுக்க இயலவில்லை- பாடிடும்

பாக்கள் மொழிகள் பலவாய்ப் பகிருதற்(கு)

ஊக்கமு மெங்கா முமக்கு

நீவிர் தொடர்வீர். மெதுவாய் அசை போடுவேன்

அன்பன்

ராம் ராமகிருஷ்ணன் (ராம்கிராம்)

On Aug 3, 2024, at 09:59, குருநாதன் ரமணி <sai...@gmail.com> wrote:

025. Augmented Monometrics

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ரமணி

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026. Badger's Hexastich

by gurunAthan ramaNi

Evening Walk

(Badger's Hexastich)

walking,
eyes on nature,
endless blue sky, white clouds,
an eagle flying high
sunset beauty
peaceful.
           
★★★★★
027. The Balance
by gurunAthan ramaNi

The Morning Sky
(The Balance)

Clouds are spotless, the morning sky is blue
  I wander lonely on the road
    The paddy crops are green
       The breeze is low
         I walk

         A rock
       on which a crow
    its beak is sharp and lean
  pecks at a dead and ugly toad
a blade of grass carries a drop of dew.
           
★★★★★

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

028. Balassi Stanza
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Tamil Writer SujAtha
(Balassi Stanza)

19-syllabic lines
Take a SujAtha's book at the first page you look catching, sexy, fast, you find
each page widens your eyes always gives you new highs wonder how you don't mind
his readers love his work although you have a smirk he leaves his colleagues behind.

Broken into tercets
Take a SujAtha's book
at the first page you look
catching, sexy, fast, you find

each page widens your eyes
always gives you new highs
wonder how you don't mind

his readers love his work
although you have a smirk
he leaves his colleagues behind.

[SujAtha: a very popular writer of Tamil fiction—both novels and short stories]
           
★★★★★
029. Head Rhymed Sonnet
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Dreamy, poetic sleep!
(Head Rhymed Sonnet)

I sleep but dreams are always part of it;
a deep and dreamless sleep I rarely have.
A verse always keeps flowing in my mind
It's worse to lose the words as I wake up.

It's time I think of giving up it all,
but a rhyme I heard—it prods me on and on;
with words I think of rattling in my mind
like birds they sound, before I write a song.

With streams of words and thoughts always flowing,
it seems my nature is to write a poem.
I keep it in the social media
ne'er cheep they are, and people find it good
which gives me joy and lets me continue
it lives on for a time before it fades.
           
★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

030. The Betwixt Sonnet
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Hostess as his bride!
(Betwixt Sonnet)

The pilot husband died in a plane crash!
His baby walks, her widowed mom beside
She wept a lot but now her tears dried
He was healthy, young; his plane went down in a flash.

Her hopes are high for his walking baby boy
His remote-control plane, he lets it glide
and as he lets it land, his eyes are wide
she's happy that his plane is more than a toy.

She lets him watch the films about a plane;
he knows that planes that flew, they often spied;
when the enemy knew, to shoot the plane they tried.
He dreamed to join the force and fame attain.

His mom inspired and held the boy with pride
who said he'd choose a hostess as his bride!
           
★★★★★

[Siva Siva]

Interesting.

The boy is precocious!  :)

V. Subramanian

On Tue, Aug 27, 2024 at 9:39 AM குருநாதன் ரமணி <sai...@gmail.com> wrote:

030. The Betwixt Sonnet
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Hostess as his bride!
(Betwixt Sonnet)

The pilot husband died in a plane crash!
His baby walks, her widowed mom beside

....

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

031. The Bina
by gurunAthan ramaNi

My baby
(Bina)

The sun has set, but the evening sky is blue;
while birds are chirping cuckoo sings its tune
I walk along the path, singing a tune
my baby walks with joy, her eyes are blue
my wife loves the evening, she hums a tune!

★★★★★
032. The Binyon
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Grandpa’s Clock
(Binyon)

My grandpa bought the clock that ticks!
no mouse ran o'er when the clock struck
when hour begins the clock will chime
at six the baby tells a rhyme
she tells it right, always in luck
our neighbour's house is built in bricks
My grandpa bought the clock that ticks!
           
★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

033. Blank Verse
by gurunAthan ramaNi

One God, Many Gods!
(Blank Verse)

Our puja room has gods and goddesses:
you can have a favourite form to keep in mind,
and pray for all your worldly, spiritual needs.
Aside this form, there's a family deity.
That rural form should be the first to pray.
Advaita tells that you and I are gods:
we all must strive to see that form in us
by wiping out the thoughts that flow in the mind.
Devotion to one form helps us do it nicely.
Devotion brings out love for all that lives,
which is the very goal we all must have.
           
★★★★★

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

034. Blank Verse Sonnet
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Why human?
(Blank Verse Sonnet)

If the male and female crows upon the trees
the whale and toad the snake and worm
the black, the red, the child and other ants
the turtle, tortoise, dolphin and the starfish
the cuckoo, mynah, sparrow, kingfisher ... 5
the crocodile, the monkeys all, their child
the plants and creepers, fruits that are raw and ripe
the beetles, bees that sit and drink honey
the flowers scented, scentless on the plants
the rainy clouds, the bluish sky, and space ... 10
the dew that shines on grass, the crops in fields
the moon and planets, stars that shine at night
are so divine, selfless, helping each other,
why should the gods be in human form at all?
           
★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

035. Benison or Blessing
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Rest in peace!
(Benison)

May your body health be fine
May your worldly life be fruitful
May your spiritual life reward you
May your nightly sleep be peaceful
May your kith and kin love you
When your body dies and burns
May your departed soul rest in peace.

★★★★★
036. Hidden or Blind Rhyme
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Dragonfly!
(Hidden Rhyme)

The dragonfly's of many hues
what-e'er the hue its tail is long;
the tail is like a fragile wire;
it wags its tail in the slightest breeze;

when the breeze is strong it flies away;
as a little boy, I caught a fly
and wound a thread around its tail
and held the thread as it flew like a kite.
           
★★★★★

[இமயவரம்பன்]

034. Blank Verse Sonnet
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Why human?
(Blank Verse Sonnet)

Very nice poem ending with a great question!! 

On Sep 19, 2024, at 9:21 AM, குருநாதன் ரமணி <sai...@gmail.com> wrote:

034. Blank Verse Sonnet

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[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

Thanks a lot, shrI Imayavaramban.

ramaNi

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

037. The Blunden
by gurunAthan ramaNi

They love it!
(Blunden)

The evening sun behind the hill
The sky is turning red
Our children play before the house
I walk along the road with spouse
It may not snow but the air is chill
The road is wet ahead.

Tomato soup we sip and talk
My boy and girl love it
Their mom is cooking noodles
The children want it in oodles
I teach them on the board with chalk
And then TV—they love it.
           
★★★★★
038. The Boutonniere
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Enjoy Peace!
(Boutonniere)

Sit at home and enjoy peace:
Thinking mind to stop and cease.
Cross your legs and sit on floor
'Do not disturb' sign on door.
Watch your breath for thoughts to stop
Alright, one or two might pop
Watch them wordless, they might stop.
Practice makes them stop at door
All awareness, mind obeys
All aware, ensure it pays
Note or tune it never plays.
Sit at home and enjoy peace:
Thinking mind to stop and cease.

★★★★★

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

039. The Bridges
by gurunAthan ramaNi

With ease you write!
(Bridges)

With ease you write!
Alone at night I struggle with my verse
Verbose it is I fight to make it terse
With ease you write
And all your lines have words and phrases
They are lovely, and fall in right places
Your poems bright!

I too struggle to get my verses right
A word or phrase I change to make it tight
I walk a lot,
Along the winding road in morn and eve
Across the lawns and streets—I never leave
And there's a thought!

★★★★★
040. The Briolette
by gurunAthan ramaNi

I love my country
(Briolette)

I love my country and its flag
I love my PM who never brags

The welfare schemes he never drags
He's BJP, his name is Modi
He ne'er allows his kith be toady.

[BJP: Bharatiya Janapa Party; toady: a person who tries
 to take a personal advantage]

★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

041. Bryant
by gurunAthan ramaNi

The Bulls and the Plough
(Bryant)

The bulls are strong and tall
From morn till eve their plough goes on in mud
This year a scarce and scattered rainfall
The rain is livelihood.

They know their life is cruel
They never lose their faith and hope in god
They own the fields, though their food is gruel
In them they work and plod.

Note: The bulls, the plough, the water course, are metaphors for the farmer, in the first verse.

042. The Than-bauk
by gurunAthan ramaNi

chit chat
(Than-bauk)

She tried to call
me on all days
It's all chit chat.

The moon is white
The path white too
All white and black.

043. Ya-Du
by gurunAthan ramaNi

With a sigh
(Ya-Du)

The seashore sand
always grand where
I stand and watch
the waves are high
they dropped a conch with a sigh.

★★★★★

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

044. Figure Poem: Butterfly Cinquain
by gurunAthan ramaNi

The road
(Butterfly Cinquain)

The road—
it winds along
the mountain range that's long
their peak pokes at the bluish sky
I saw
a cascade white with silent fall
and stream along the land
my omnibus
is good.

           
★★★★★
045. Cadence
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Astronauts
(Cadence)

Space
is dark
endlessly
the earth is blue
a tiny speck
the oceans give that hue to earth
astronauts love it.

★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

046. The California Rhymed Stanza
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Taught my child
(California Rhymed Stanza)

"The rose is rose and red and white:
its stalk has thorns you need to care.
The jasmine flower's is always white."
I taught my child to think and dare!
"Our hibiscus is always red!"
She always plucks the flowers with care:
"An extra roti today", I said.

★★★★★
047. Pathya Vat (Cambodia)
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Whate'er the way!
(Pathya Vat)

Whate'er the way
I thought it out
without a doubt
to write a verse. … 1

The sun is up
I took my coffee
and ate my toffee
and sat in shade. … 2

There are no clouds;
the sky is blue
gets a pinkish hue
my notebook blank. … 3

The thoughts were swift
the words came slow
I wrote somehow
a six-line verse. … 4

You read with awe
and asked if you
could write your view
Whate'er the way! … 5

★★★★★

[Siva Siva]

/ California Rhymed Stanza  /

What is the description / definition of this rhyming scheme?

V. Subramanian

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

Since the author of this website did extensive research and owns the copyright, I can only refer to her website link and not give a description.

https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1192-forms-unique-to-vole-central-bob-newmans-poetry-by-way/#california.

[Siva Siva]

Thanks. One's songs have copyright - but not a meter or a rhyming scheme used in a verse.

So I believe.

V. Subramanian

[Siva Siva]

Here is that person's website: 

https://www.volecentral.co.uk/vf/index.htm

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

That applies only to the classic poetic forms. There are so many new forms introduced by diligent research work by the author here. She says:

Tinker

Replied: May 21

Hello, Thank you for asking, yes my research and explanation of the structure of poetic form is copyrighted and permission is granted. I only ask that reference be made to the source here to me, Judi Van Gorder at Poetry Magnum Opus.  
Thanks again, Judi 

Since making reference to her in every poem would make my pdf book bulky, I have chosen to refer to her website only in the introduction. People who are curious about the structure of a poem of mine can find it explained in her website.

ramaNi

[Siva Siva]

Rhyming schemes and poetry meters are basically permutation and combinations.

If someone claims they can copyright a specific permutation of a 7 letter sequence involving 4 letters (abcd), then I can create a 1000+ list of such sequences and get a copyright for all those sequences! 😀

V, Subramanian

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

048. The Cameo
by gurunAthan ramaNi

With awe!
(Cameo)

Wide stream
from a cascade
flows between its widened shores
neem trees
so tall and wide with many birds
I watch the Nature and write
with awe.

★★★★★
049. Canopus
by gurunAthan ramaNi

I want it more!
(Canopus)

I sit upon a bench to write a verse
and see that boys are running with their kites.
The wind is strong that aids and makes it worse;
they run and try to raise them but they fight.
I feel I am a kite that tries to soar:
the wind is strong and it could tear my kite
I fear but all the same I want it more.

★★★★★
050. The Cantar
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Stop the Motor!
(Cantar)

Ahoy captain! the wind is strong!
It rocks the boat and we might sink
Stop the motor and let us float
The morning sky is dark and dim.

★★★★★

 

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

051. Cascade
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Adopted child
(Cascade)

My children
He is my child
She is my child
You are my adopted child

He's the eldest
he's strong and tall
he is my child.

She is my youngest
she is weak and puny
she is my child.

You are in between
a girl we wanted
you are my adopted child.

★★★★★
052. Cavatina
by gurunAthan ramaNi

You seek joy!
(Cavatina)

You seek joy, not acclaim!
I did not know that you could sing so well
the Western tune
you also sing the Indian classical songs—
indeed a boon.

Let me record your Western, Indian songs
and post them
on the Facebook and my several blogger sites
for folks to hum.

Beware of censure, comment—strong and weak
it's only joy and not acclaim you seek.

★★★★★

[Govindaraju Arunachalam]

Well chosen words. Enjoyable poems. 

rgds,

 

Dr. A. GOVINDARAJU,

Retired Principal - National Awardee,

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[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

Thanks a lot, Sir.

ramaNi

[குருநாதன் ரமணி]

053. Chant
by gurunAthan ramaNi

Chant it!
(Chant)

Chant it for my ears
  it takes out my fears!
Chant it for my heart
  it becomes a part!
Chant it for my mind
  it grows peaceful, kind!
Chant it for my soul
  it'll know that it's whole!
Chant it for my heart,
  my mind, my soul
Chant it for my ears
  it takes out my fears!

★★★★★
054. The Chazz Effect
by gurunAthan ramaNi

My Terrace Garden
(Chazz Effect)

My terrace garden pots of plants and flow'rs are full of weeds
I clean the pots of plants and sow some seeds
and watch the plants and the flowers grow:
creeper plants grow long, and slow
flower plants grow fast
the plants last
plants all
plants crawl
plants!

★★★★★