Valsa George

Valsa George
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My encounter with poetry was sudden. I didnt write a single poem till 2007. It was the fatal year when I happened to be bedridden for about four months. Obviously I was quite depressed. To while away my time, I started scribbling something and I felt what I wrote made sense and that was my first poem-The Great Escape. It was making myself convinced that my life was not meant to be languished in despair. It had such poignancy and depth of it came directly from my heart!

Sensitive by nature, small things can excite me. Nature with her myriad faces has been my greatest inspiration. I am tied down to my family and with moderate comforts, I am happy in life. Retired from a... more »

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Haroon Rayyan (11/4/2015 2:15:00 AM)

    nice poems madam.keep your good write and also guide me when you get time.

  • Gold Star - 45,404 Points Valsa George (10/15/2015 10:08:00 AM)

    Hmm......... I am left speechless! Thanks..... Loke. Thank you so much! !

  • Gold Star - 16,706 Points Loke Kok Yee (10/15/2015 4:26:00 AM)

    This poem is written just for you
    This is the right time and it’s due

    Not meant to be shared
    For my heart be laid bare
    To thank you for kindness shown

    A lovely star of India burning bright
    Prods me along like a guiding light
    My gratitude can’t be expressed in words

    Your kind comments push me on
    When my interest was almost gone
    Now I have more fun because of you

    So with a heart sincere
    I hold you as a friend dear
    Thank you very much Valsa George

  • Gold Star - 45,404 Points Valsa George (9/30/2015 10:43:00 AM)

    Loke Kok,

    Your words mean so much to me
    They leave me so full of glee
    In you, I see a sincere friend
    On whom, I feel I can depend................ Thanks a lot!

  • Gold Star - 16,706 Points Loke Kok Yee (9/29/2015 1:44:00 AM)

    My words may not mean much,
    but it comes from the heart.
    Reading your poems each day,
    will take all my blues away.
    Your poetry sometimes funny,
    although at times they're sad.
    They always make my day sunny,
    and happier if I may add.

  • Gold Star - 39,187 Points Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/26/2015 8:49:00 PM)

    Ms. Valsa George, Madam of all seasons, write poetry with heart and Limerick with mind, Haikus are terse.
    subject - common, writing- pure, words - wise. I follow your poems and waits for Limerick like crane on one leg waits for fish. Thanks for sharing your poems. May Almighty keep you hale and healthy to write many more poems.

  • Gold Star - 13,536 Points Ratnakar Mandlik (9/7/2015 1:34:00 AM)

    I am following your limericks and haikus for quite some time. Both are quite interesting and source of amusement/ joy. There was a workshop by Kala Ramesh on Haiku in the Pune ILF(sept.4 to 6,2015) . I wanted to attend it but had more interest in another parallel session.
    Be always blessed.

  • Gold Star - 45,404 Points Valsa George (9/6/2015 11:08:00 PM)

    I feel so happy and excited to have seen your comment Dr. Celestine Raj. I am humbled! May God the Almighty give you more and more blessings, I sincerely wish and pray!

  • Gold Star - 8,074 Points Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (9/4/2015 7:35:00 PM)

    Keep your writings flowing and your poesy glowing.Greatness is what the Almighty bestows on some. Mere human faculties cannot decide. A humble attitude and ceaseless toil with a heart of love may help a lot. All the very best in life, Valsa.

  • Gold Star - 45,404 Points Valsa George (8/30/2015 10:28:00 PM)

    Pijush.... I saw your lovely comment only now! Thank you so much! There are many on poem hunter who write very well and we are fortunate that we all can learn from one another.

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Best Poem of Valsa George


Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns, monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful colour and mode

Which with pain and strife fraught
Or bright with gaiety and grace
In finer yarn than the gossamer thread
On the fabric of words in befitting verse

He steals away from the noisy crowd
In to the stillness of the cloistered cell
To dwell with Fancy's mystic charms
Weaving downy dreams at will

He recounts forgotten tales of yore
Of bloody battles won and lost,
Of lovers united, amour defiled, ...

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