A Mirage In My Life….#Poetry. Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores.

I’m glad to announce that my poetry is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team

A Mirage In My Life…#Poetry

Sometimes you bring drizzling rain
Sometimes you shine brightly

Sometimes you are a swirling spring,
Beautiful feathers of peacock,
shimmering serial in the sky
and a wet…….

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©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit: N. Hema

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Reflection #micropoetry #senryu

Lighthouse bedazzled
lights flashed like a reflection
replacement of sun

Mother’s affection
the heaven blesses the child
carefree relation

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

moonwashed-weekly-prompt-bedazzle by Eugenia

what-do-you-see by Sadje

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What is love? #Prosepoetry

Love is the elephant in the room when it comes to poetry because in the past our kings used to invade other kingdoms and conquer other empires by war and abduct their princesses; not only abducted, but also married to them and used to roll around in bed under the influence of alcohol.

They did not care about age, subjects, or their other queens. Does the kidnapped princess really want to marry him? No one cared. Everything happened on strength.

Perhaps the princess felt that an insect was crawling on her body and perhaps she hated love.

Other queens must have often felt their value diminished.

They were always drunk. Courts were not held, judgments were not administered, thefts were on the increase and they were blessed to have women at their feet.

The boundaries of these women were only husband, hearth and child.

It wasn’t love, just lust. They were so consumed with lust that they rolled on the bed like a lazy elephant rolling in mud.

When they sensed danger, they could not look back like an elephant because they were in lust and had no choice but to run away. Those ran were cut down.

Love is a sacred feeling, it cannot be scratched, it cannot be forced. Love is earned by love. Love is defined differently, isn’t it?

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

w3-prompt-19-weave-written-weekly

Pic Credit:Witty vows

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Deadline…#micropoetry

Ready to shower
gilded sun with golden rays
golden fairyland

Ah! midnight today,
a deadline for assignment,
What and how to do?

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

moonwashed-challenge-gilded

reenas-xploration-challenge-247

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Lost In You….#LaCalma #SyllabicPoem. Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores.

I’m happy to announce that my Syllabic Poem (Lacalma) is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr. J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.

Lost In You …#Syllabic Poem

I gaze, the dusk glows with colour
Sky fell in love was a rumour
Attracts me your sense of humour
I came from afar tattooed name
Did this to prove love and gain fame
Grief washed away in a light rain
Tears came down at the thought of pain
The door of soul open honey…..

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©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit:The incredible world

⭐⭐ The poem above is a LaCalma syllabic poem: Rhyme scheme: aaa,bB,cc,dd,bB
8 syllables per line in iambic tetrameter
11 lines per stanza. 3 stanzas(33lines) total
Content must be nurturing, spiritual

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A new ray #Villanelle

I lost a lover along the way
Reveals deep pain
But transformation, a new ray

A broken flower likes to hang but does not fall
You said,’you hurt me too much,enough Jane’
I lost a lover along the way

Recharge the system, I love it all
A broken heart stands again
But transformation, a new ray

Love has taken its toll
Brain runs like a metro train
I lost a lover along the way

A withered flower has to live till it falls
Life needs little rain
But transformation, a new ray

Respond to me before nightfall
Don’t like strain
I lost a lover along the way
But transformation, a new ray

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

Reena’s xploration Challenge -246

👉 Learn to write villanelle Here

⭐⭐highlighted words or phrases are mostly used in Tarot Card Reading.

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But Who Knows… #Poetry

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By Maria Aguiar

Good Evening!🌆 Here’s my first Poetry. Pic Credit: Shmm I have a very old relationship with pain, even if I say no, it comes close to me, I thought after meeting you, now the pain will go away.But who knows why the pain didn’t leave me? There was affection in your speech, there was love […]

But Who Knows… #Poetry

Food Chain..#Poetry #haiku

I had a strong desire
to build my nest myself
and to achieve the construction
I brought twig by twig
from my beak.

Shaped my nest.

My beautiful nest was
on the stump
of a small tree.

One day a snake smelled it
and approached the nest.
He was starving.

I screamed in horror.

The good man,
near whose house I had built the nest,
heard my cry
and took care of my nest
and helped me.
He placed my nest in his gallery.

Now I go there, it feels so safe.

One lesson learned
the stronger eats the weaker
it’s nature’s food chain

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

moonwashed-challenge-ambitious by Eugenia

what-do-you-see-148 by Sadje

tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-286-themepromp

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Struggle..#GoldenShovel

You and I
long to meet each other and therefore struggle
to meet each other everyday.
We tell many lies to
our parents to make
our relationship work miracles and last till the end(s).
And now we have met, are meeting and will meet.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to: w3-prompt-17-weave-written-weekly

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