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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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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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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read the rest of my Syllabic poem.

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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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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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Can’t meet…..#Poetry

An evening at the beach
Full of emotions beyond reach.

My heart missed you
Every beat reminded me of you.

The eyes captured the scene
To persuade, played in the water of saline.

Blue sky above, blue water at my feet
I can only miss you but can’t meet.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit: The next trip

Written in response to:

w3-prompt-14-weave-written-weekly/

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Very likely…..#Poetry

There is a high possibility that…..

I will meet you in a new form
and you will fall in love with me.

It is very likely that…..

You will talk to me less
and you will struggle for love.

You are very likely…..

To see the moon on a dark night
and you will remember the old nights.

It is very likely that…..

You will avoid talking to me
and possibly run away from emotions.

There is a high possibility that…..

You will laugh at my belief
and finally, you will believe in my faith.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to: the-saturday-symphony-30-faith by Jude

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From start to finish..#poetry

From start to finish, I apply
Now waiting for your reply

Thinking about, what the result will be
Mind is distracted but I’ll deal with it, you see

This love has taken a toll on me
I only think of you and me

This union can be a mystery
There may also be past life history

I was trying to write our story
By mistake, you became my poetry

Is that, why you like my poetry?
And I love to read your short story?

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit:Poppy Shopping

Written in response to: w3-prompt-13-weave-written-weekly/

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Is that what it’s called? ….#poetry

My adorable darling,
I think of you every night, every morning.
My heart doesn’t feel anything.
My darling, you are my charming.

I don’t feel like studying.
You fuel my feelings.
I see the teacher teaching,
but get lost in your dreams, dreaming.

My hobby is counting,
the first letter of your name while studying,
and decorating it while teaching.
Is that what it’s called? Missing.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to: W3-Poetry-Prompt

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My dear Mona…#poetry

You are as hot as I am
during the day, but at night
you are cold, below minus degrees
because you do not ignite
light like me, but still…

My dear Mona,
the enthusiastic lovers
of the earth swear an oath
of love before you
as if you were a goddess.

My dear Indu,
they fall in love with each other
in your moonlight and compare
their lover to you.

My dear Luna,
men are as excited as a groom
in the presence of a lover
in your light.

My dear Chandra,
When the children are not asleep,
their mother sings your lullaby
and puts them to sleep.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit: Wattpad

Written in response to:

https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/06/w3-prompt-10-weave-written-weekly/

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