The honoree of this poetic gesture needs no introduction. He has a mystical knack for causing us worldly insights that we have either ignored or never noticed. Poddar Kushal is a poet. He is also a friend. It is my aspiration that he will find joy and affirmation in my humble tribute. God Bless you Poddar. (And please forgive me for using some of your words directly, maybe you'll allow me post-published permisssion. lol)
Walking With Poddar
© Robert Burnham
Prolific words
As the blades of grass
Supporting his footsteps
Stirring in his thought
From the roof of
Burphu Dura
To the edge of the Prescelly
Opens hearts unawares
His punctuation
Rainbows among the skies
The surging Chao Phraya
Formed by his tears
Indebtedness the trees
He holds of us
The limbs and brambles
Sounds we bought
He is not Virgo
But half remembers his memoirs
It is his time
And he gives us food
Paintings he has done of her
Drawn in letters
At time piteous agreed
But never blurred
His world of play
His games of innocence
Entertaining
Our minds are stirred
"He is not dead"
I smiled at the expression
Wandering the glades
And our thirst he has cooled.
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Your poem and wonderful pictures are a fine bow in Kushal's direction. Thank you.
Adrian
Wouldn't it be fun to go on a hike with you, Streaker, and Kushal!? What poems and tales we could then write.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
stumbled at the doorstep of words,
now I know what family means....
and please take my heartful regards.
You have the permission and you know it.
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Wow Roberts only you could do the best on alert for the look-out due !!
Great and subtle equally wonderful agaping tall !!!
And with your wonderful way of words cajoling is blessings !!
Enhancing my page superb-ably glowing retreat !!!
beautiful dog
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
God Bless You Poddar
You did a great job on this. I know Poddar appreciates this.
This is FEATURED in Artistic Minds®
Blessings ~
Rene
a fine tribute, Poddar, my cup I also raise.
poetry of friendship, I respect and know well
man's best friend, the love, this I can tell.
Both your souls cry out to poets old
and both your works I cry from towers bold.
Forge on dear bards and tell us what is told!
As true poets your talents to unfold.
Salude!
We two brothers
have been atoned
by the poet seer.
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