Valsa George


Valsa George Poems

1. The Beaten Track 5/12/2012
2. The Deity 5/12/2012
3. The Outcast 5/12/2012
4. The Cryptic Script 3/5/2013
5. The River 5/12/2012
6. The Eerie Little House 5/12/2012
7. Delusions 6/24/2012
8. Breeze 7/3/2012
9. Twin Triplets. No.9. Sweet Memories, Sour Memories 3/6/2013
10. The Great Motherboard 11/10/2012
11. On The Wheelchair -new- 5/26/2015
12. Transference 6/27/2012
13. The Death Of A Poet 5/12/2012
14. Nature's Fury (The Deluge) 4/1/2009
15. Sea And Sky 6/1/2012
16. The Wait 5/12/2012
17. Guru 5/13/2012
18. Twin Triplets. No.7. Moments, Orphan 2/25/2013
19. Twin Triplets. No.5. Infinity, Hope 2/11/2013
20. Twin Triplets (No.4) Course Of Life, Blunt Truth 2/1/2013
21. Haiku. Molestation.(5-7-5) 11/22/2014
22. The Calm Before The Storm 5/12/2012
23. The Spider Yarn 5/12/2012
24. At Times 6/9/2012
25. Be Wary 6/9/2012
26. Arise! Oh Heart 5/19/2012
27. Blood Blossomed 7/17/2012
28. Twin Triplets. No.6. Cliche 2/19/2013
29. Twin Triplets. No.8. Pilgrim, Stars 2/28/2013
30. The Great Saga Of Love 3/28/2013
31. Triplet-Un Named Flower 5/5/2015
32. Limericks,1, Somnambulist 7/27/2012
33. Suicide Bomber 4/1/2009
34. Books 6/27/2012
35. Seeker 7/17/2012
36. Joys And Sorrows 6/1/2012
37. The ‘yaga’ On The Mount 4/1/2009
38. To My Mother 4/1/2009
39. Mother Nature 4/1/2009
40. Man And Woman 6/1/2012
Best Poem of Valsa George

Poet

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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Face Of The City

The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleamed over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halted awhile for the traffic signs.

Through the rows of rushing motors,
Men on bikes ploughed their way.
They squished and squeezed through every gap,
Caring a naught for the traffic rules.

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