Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

defeated by your eyes. ~by Ziauddin Bulbul



defeated by your eyes.

Most easily I got myself defeated by your eyes.
Don’t get the way that’s why I’m looking upon the sky.
I want to see what time is it of the night
I want to measure how much dark has absorbed by the heart
And that within a second how many star sparks
What else you can award me
how much wave of flame even
please tell me honey.

With the kisses of your eyes
You would have lifted me up into your mind and heart
How that mind was?
Useless today is that search and research!
I know that with the charm of secret pleasure
Both of us had sunken into the netherworld
Don’t know in the fairs of light who vends or buys.

For whose fault that’s too I don’t know today
This write up of your eyes cause of my default ?
Be it may!

Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

Whenever~by Ziauddin Bulbul




Whenever I try to unfold myself
I met two in one in fact
If one exists right then the other
gets break
Question raises though since long
the answer remains far and beyond
I’ve no place to go
but do I live here with bond
Don’t know

My eternal tomb is my pilgrimage
which in turn is my final address
That adversity is all and I’m nothing
lone and lonesome I’m two in one within
dividing me
what do you want really

What a fight it is continuing within
If once I’m enwrapped
right then I get myself disintegrated
In the war field of my deepest inner being
I kill the imposter of mine and died of I’m

If I step towards one side
at a time I want my replica beside
Unity I search as much as I can
in fine I remained as alien

Do I stay only inside
I appear too in outside
overcoming myself I leap out on mine
wherever and how far I go
is that ahead of or return back in fact?

Earth remains behind though
in front I’m seeing the same
aiming what
Around the axis roaming I’m ?

Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016






Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

MY EXCELLENCE~by Lopamudra Mishra




I tried hard to prove my excellence,
Still lacks in performance,
According to others,my 100% is nothing so eminence,
Then again I work hard to pursue my sustenance,
My feminine logo raises brow against male dominance,,
The day I crushed my fire among the coir of grievance,,
I wept and wept,till my tears dried to evoke furnace,
Today my efficiency is judged by my gender difference,
I am a lady! can be taken of less importance?
My work out says I am never inferior than my counterparts,
But then also I have to display my artefacts to deserve preference,
No I am not pessimistic or alleging others for not getting prominence,
I want two words of appreciation ,some sort of recognition,
That I too have some potentials in this field of excellence,
Dear to me say I speak loud,to them I shout,
My statements are pinching not soothing to match their documents,
What they want from me to maintain silence,
Its enough now ,
Let me come out from others misconception,so I declare,
I am not weak,or a creeper but a lady of excellence,
My furnace is my step to prominence.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

Once~by Ziauddin Bulbul





Once you’ve
to my love
That’s why
right to detest
you think
you deserve
the disregard
if I keep
in my mind
your love
In fine the
gain is mine
all above
And forgetting
the love
hate of you
I preserve
in memoirs
Loses are
entirely yours

Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

Nature~by Sumana Bhattacharjee




Gust of winds
blossom of flowers
Lust of breeze
flowing of river

Roaring of clouds
flowing of river
Sparkling of thunder
And ocean’s blusters

All are vagaries of nature !

Smiling of sun
makes us smile
Hills invite us to
walk miles and miles .

Serenity of nature
Made feel divine
Gratitude towards God
We feel for a while !

Beauty of moon
Makes us loony
Singing of robin
Is such a euphony !

Embraced by naure’s hands
We feel so happy
World seems a cozy place
Never so shoddy !

Sumana Bhattacharjee

Photo courtesy

Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

I Scent You a Letter~by Karen King



I Scent You a Letter

Today, I scent you a letter
From long ago.

I looked at the letter
Before I scent it to you.
I recognised it.
It was old, yet new,
Having travelled through parallel dimensions
And different dimensions over space and time.

On first glance,
It was yellow and frayed
Around the edges.
Musty and illegible.

Then, I saw it clearly.
It looked perfect.
It was light.
It carried the
Light of love
And light of hope.

It smelt of hope
And new rains falling,
Cleansing and revitalising.
It smelt of our long ago scent
Of roses through the
Garden of Time.
It carried our scent.

I felt the creases
As I placed it in the envelope.
It willingly went into
It’s new home,
Eager to be received.
I could almost hear
It laughing in relief.
I await your reply.

Today, I scent you a letter
From long ago.

Karen King Copyright © 30 May 2016

Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

FEARFUL~by Indira Sadanandan




No opposite force can defeat
The effect from hard work.
Ill fate has not it’s existence
Before positive attitude.
The gold vessel
Conceals truth is of him
Who is adventurous to open
And see the truth,because
The face of truth is
Always fearful

Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

Awful Red Mist~by Paul F. Lenzi



Awful Red Mist


“Holy War” by Nancy Merkle

battlefields bathed

in that awful red mist

tragic essence of

lost generations

indelible sacrifice

fouling the landscapes

of history duty-bound

blood oaths incurred

of their ultimate price

unforgettable youth

given unto the crucible

flesh and bone tested

for depth of conviction

for purity tending the

ancient-held principles

turned to the terrible

powder and smoke of

the bullets and bombs

raising visceral fears to

the stature of bravery

medals and crosses and

flags the mean trappings

of gratitude left upon

battlefields bathed

in that awful red mist

Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 30, 2016

The Thud of My heart~by Hela Tekali



The Thud of My heart

I speak to you through the thud of my heart
Every inch of my senses understands your silence
My soul merges into your Holy Spirit
I feel you inside me with no need to hear your voice
It is you who inspires my soul to be wise
Unveiling your plan to me for my faith to rise
I dream of no one but you as my Sunrise
You blow inside my flesh like the roaring Wind
Leaving your whisper in the thud of my heart
The sound of my beat echoes that whispering breeze
Beat me strongly with your love
My thrashing heart yearns for a merciful release
Do not leave me on the threshold of despair
Sneaks into the open door of my heart and meet me there.

Jenayah Hela
@Spiritual Poetry
The Thud of my Heart

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