Poetry Contest Submission: Limerick


The Unusual Girl

There was once an unusual girl,
With eyes as beautiful as a pearl.
With a magical voice
Stature? Assuming poise.
And hair decorated in a curl.
All she wanted was to sing.
She wished to sway hearts, not earn the bling.
To strike the right accord,
She prayed to the Lord.
This was to be her first starring.
For she was dumb, she opted open genre
She thus began singing an opera.
A few just went numb,
Others were struck dumb.
Witnessing dramas like soap operas.
There she stood, waiting to woo
Voice magical like that of a cuckoo:
She put together words to rhyme —
Like Rosemary and Thyme —
And, others began singing with her, too.

©Suyog Ketkar
November, 2021
#Limerick #Poetry #poetrycontest #FigureofSpeech #padhnelikhnewale


Here is a screenshot of the rules:

I am thankful to the organizers, jury, and participants. Had they not posed a challenge, I would not have tested the limits of my creativity.

I am not sure what I might have missed or if I could even make it better. But, it was my first attempt at writing a Limerick. Yet, it pleasantly surprised me that it came to me in less than 15 minutes. I’ve realized, so long as efforts are genuine, the time investment doesn’t matter.

This contest has inspired me to write more. I will continue to participate in such contests and hope that each one will be a unique learning experience.

POETRY CONTEST RESULTS

Thank you, organizers, participants, and judges. I am honored. The best part is that the contest, not the results, helped me test and redefine my limits. 🙂

My heart it speaks a thousand words

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One More Book: Once Again Uncomfortable

Fidgety Mind, Jittery hands, Shaky Legs.
All against a self not ready to be pegged.
Nothing beats a valid point.
I’ve not a false word to bootleg.

It is that time, once again,
I’m readying to the occasion,
Rising above and beyond myself.
To this, there is no evasion.

I summon my creativity,
Yet again I call upon myself.
The day isn’t far when once more,
Shall ‘I’ be afresh over another bookshelf.

Preparation has no alternative.
That’s enough a parable.
I intend beyond just a fable; yet
The truth remains uncomfortable.

A word of appreciation and
Approval of the stance.
Nothing, still, will ever equal
The joy—unspeakable—of acceptance.

©Suyog Ketkar
November, 2021

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About the Book

Wing Commander Vasant Kale is training Junior Officers for flight maneuvers, which are crucial for the Burma campaign of the British in the Second World War. In the run-up to the preparations, he notices some very unusual events in his squadron. One day, during his usual flight maneuvers, his Hurricane is downed. But he must survive, as the life of the Squadron is at stake; and his presence is a must for the Burma campaign to be successful. Does he survive the Dogfights? What will he do to save his fellow warriors? Can he be the lone peacekeeper amid dogfights?

Micropoetry: Fair and Simple

Neither more nor less.
Learning, reading at this pace.
Once in a while, rest.

©Suyog Ketkar
November, 2021

#micropoetry #haiku

After reading twenty four books in 2021, and completing the reading target I had set for myself, I’ve realised that I could skim a lot of time for myself. Considering the long list of things that I (rather we) must do, along with office work, it is a big achievement. I haven’t still surpassed my last-year’s record, where I had read 29 books. But, now that I have some time, I wish to complete one more book. Here’s what I have learnt about myself:

  • Reading a lot and reading and contemplating are two different things.
  • So long as you write, you can give your reading some rest — assuming you have other equally daunting tasks/responsibilities.
  • Take out time to enjoy. Slow down once in a while. Rest. It is important for us to have peace of mind, not pieces of mind.

This micrpoetry is another impromptu creation that happened to me in less than a minute. God knows how, even the syllables are in the order of 5-7-5, placed suitably for a Haiku. Maybe I’ve hit a rhythm. Big word — rhythm. But, that’s a topic for some other time.

Right now, I wish to slow down a little.

Peace. 🙂