A Recitation of My Poem “Childhood Carnivals”

Dear Reader, I invite you to watch me recite an old poem of mine: Childhood Carnivals, its form loosely represents a tautogram.

Childhood Carnivals
          Crazy Cycle Chases
                   Colourful Clothing
                             Crimson Crayons.

 Covered in clouds, my Moon, you sleep.
           Carry on the moonlight dance, up in the dreamy clouds.

 Come home, you child, cos worlds can be cruel,
            my Moon, don't cry. Just climb up high and fly.

 Childhood carnivals can come clear--
         with no consequences
         and no crimson conscience.

 My Moon-pie, close your eyes, open the casket of--
           sweet memories,
                      childhood camaraderies
                                      and look inside.

Crazy cycle chases
            cutting close corners
                    childhood is carefree
                             and clean with no boundaries.

 My Candlelight, it’s midnight as you cross the carpet of dreams.
                Shine bright, as you cross, the coloured carpet of dreams

 In the circus of life, my Candlelight, crowds always follow clowns.
           my Candlelight, create your future bright--
           You stand true and shine.

 Colourful clothing,
          constant chatter
                childhood friends,
                           hand-in-hand. 

The tautogram is best explained by its Greek root words of “tauto” meaning “the same” and “gramma” meaning “letter.” Basically, all words in the poem begin with the same letter.

I’ve entered this poem in a contest, I don’t know if I’m gonna win or not but it was fun!

Happy New Year to all my fellow bloggers and readers. I hope next year brings brighter days.

PS: The video is old. It was made in 2020 when the lockdown started. I’ve gotten very fat since then.

A reading of my poem “Sustainability”

Dear Reader, I invite you to listen a poem about Sustainability: a conversation between a kid and his father.

The underlying message of this poem is for the present generation to practice sustainable development i.e. development done by keeping the needs of the future generation in mind. I’ve written it in rugged free verse, from a perspective of a kid addressing his father so as to target the maternal and paternal instincts in readers, attaching them to the message on a deeper level.

Hey father, 
look at what we’ve done. 
What about the peaceful paradise 
that you’ve promised to your son.
 
I don’t feel safe 
in this world anymore 
I’m a mother nature’s son. 

And you sit there 
thinking I’m insane. 
But do you ever stop to notice 
that this fragile planet cannot sustain 
the sheer number of human beings. 

Overpopulation 
Starvation 
Inflation 
Do we even give a damn, 
these crazy politicians! 

Everyone’s multiplying 
till they’re all walking like flies. 
Do we even care? 
Why can’t we compare 
ourselves with the flowers 
and the birds & trees 
and the clouds that roll by 
and the Sun that sits in the sky. 

Then afraid and confused you ask me, 
‘What’s wrong with Mother’s womb’ 
As you cover coastal waters with oily blankets 
convert fields of grass into deserts 
turn soaring eagles into vultures 
as you cut down trees 
and they fall like dying soldiers. 
As you pave peaceful oases into parking lots. 

But father, don’t be afraid 
I’ll show you the way 
Together we can save 
our dying mother 
Together we can 
keep her safe 
Lets reduce, reuse 
and recycle 
starting from
today.

~dedicated to all the artists who spread the message of love towards our mother Earth far and wide.

I’ve also submitted this poem for Open Link Night hosted by dear Linda at dVerse

A reading of the poem “Arithmetic”

Dear Reader, I invite you to listen a fun poem about Math written by the famous american poet Carl Sandburg.

Hey fellow bloggers and readers!

I recited this poem to my kid brother one day and he loved it, so I thought why not make a video with fun illustrations and share this wonderful poem with everyone! Maybe you already know it as it’s a quite popular one, it’s one of my favorites by Carl Sandburg.

I hope you have fun watching the video and listening to me reading it. Do let me know in the comments if you liked it or suggest any improvements, I am always open to advice 🙂

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
   head.
Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win if you know how
   many you had before you lost or won.
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven — or five
   six bundle of sticks.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand
   to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and
   you can look out of the window and see the blue sky — or the
   answer is wrong and you have to start all over and try again
   and see how it comes out this time.
If you take a number and double it and double it again and then
   double it a few more times, the number gets bigger and bigger
   and goes higher and higher and only arithmetic can tell you
   what the number is when you decide to quit doubling.
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply — and you carry the
   multiplication table in your head and hope you won't lose it.
If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad, and you
   eat one and a striped zebra with streaks all over him eats the
   other, how many animal crackers will you have if somebody
   offers you five six seven and you say No no no and you say
   Nay nay nay and you say Nix nix nix?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast and she
   gives you two fried eggs and you eat both of them, who is
   better in arithmetic, you or your mother?