A – Z poetry : “Q”

One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “Q”

An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with Y and Z as muses.
Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments ;)

queendom

Quest for Queendom

Quench your Qualms

and Quibble not;

Quit to Quaver

and ignore the Quandary.

Start your Query

and Quest for truth …

then life will follow to the Quick

Do not be Quaint

nor be Quadruped;

Question deeply

and ponder your Quotes.

Find that Quality

in Queerest Quarters…

then you will get that Quid pro Quo

Embrace the Quirky

and do not Quip;

search for Quiet

and use your Quickness.

Quiz all Quantity

and Quite each thing…

then Queendom surely is to come…

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This is a guest post by Eva. You can see her website here. A journalist, writer and communication specialist – she will entice you with her brilliant writing!!

A – Z poetry : “M”

One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “M”

An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with S, T, X, Y and Z as muses.
Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments 😉

Maa…

Moment of my birth was

Miraculous in my Mummy’s life,

Mother for the first time,

Miles and miles of smile.

Million wishes and a billion gifts,

the Moment was just so complete.

mother and daughter

Memories of my first laugh

My first step, my first Maaa,

Music of her lullabies, the moon would enjoy

from Morning Milk to Magical Mathematics,

Momma my first mentor, my first love, my protector,

My support in maddening times,

Master of strength and motivation

Managing, Multitasking home, work and me

One who Matters the most,

Moulded me, my manners, nourished my mind,

Makeup, middle school and more

Mistakes and mischiefs were forgiven, with magnanimous heart

Mandatory manners, prayers and rules

Mighty lectures made me mature, Morals mended my soul.

Mystical mind reader, how’s she always right?

mom daughter

Misunderstandings faded her smile, Manipulated truths hurt

Modern markets, machines, moolah, mobiles, motives

Memories now moisten our eyes

My marriage is now her only agenda,

Making me believe my match will make me complete.

Master of Divinity, How will my moment of Motherhood be?

Mamma’s girl, maybe not me, BUT she’ll always BE.

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This is a guest post by Shruti Deora.

Shruti is a Chartered Accountant having graduated from Narsee Monjee College, Mumbai. She is currently working as a research analyst in a Premier global investment management organization. She is an editor and one of the founder members of a quarterly online E- magazine Mentor Mantra. A creative person she has specialized in Tanjore paintings, and loves photography, adventure and travelling. She loves trying new things, and this being her first attempt at writing poems. Check her blog at http://shrutimes.wordpress.com/