A snapchat story and filter add-on,
to make time pass on this line that keeps going on,
Size up the competition, to see who can run
because when that door opens, friend, there are none,
got to get that deal before it is gone!
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I am too cold to care,
I miss the summer air,
Can I stay curled up in my blankets,
maniacally chomping on a box of chocolates?
Oh man, do you know what winter does to my hair?!?!
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I know it is not this bad yet, but how I feel every morning. Sunshine, I miss you 😦
Was it the black dress with the heels,
On which picture did I truly appeal?
Tease the hair to bounce joyfully,
connected with words light and airy.
Did I cut my hair since that photo?
Darn it, do my gray strands show?
Does this makeup look too old-?
Nah, red lipstick says I am bold.
Does he look at me and see the girl,
who gave his heart a little twirl?
Will I still be the one,
that he swiped right on.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: My best friend Sandra read the last line of yesterday’s poem as the writer trtung to remain like the photo – I hadn’t meant it that way but when I reread it, I realized it worked. This lead me to thinking about something said to me by Toronto Pubic Library Poet Laureate, Brett Daniels, when he was critiquing my work. He said to remember that poetry is a conversation between the poet and the audience and meaning is fluid.
So in honour of both – I hope you enjoyed today’s poem.
Knock knock on the door,
monsters and goblins galore.
Little faces blend in night,
Oh, what a scary sight,
when that baby lion roars.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: I am a weird person. Hate scary movies, love Halloween. Terrified of ghosts but love the chill of the Hallows Eve. I am a conundrum, but I am also okay with that.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃🎃🎃
A stolen glance and nervous smile,
Shaky hellos, through which you beguile.
“Tell me about yourself?” you ask,
And my weak heart did bask,
In the glow of eyes so attentive,
that they totally missed the motive.
Pen and paper did align,
on a slip of credit to be signed,
Until I was stuck looking for eyes so blue,
in a totally unaffordable pair of Jimmy Choos.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
When you mix charisma, will, and wisdom,
You end up with a very fierce threesome.
Getting lost in Toronto,
following our own tempo.
Moving to the beat of #teamawesome!
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: A fun little limerick for a group of my friends and our joke about having our own theme song. Hope they enjoy it 🙂
“Your stars tell me he will meet you on a train,”
Overjoyed, I ran out before I could ascertain,
which track would lead to my destined mate.
Now I suffer the cruelest of fates.
Because I love but we met on the plane.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: Those who know me, know that sometimes I can get a bit caught up in the idea of destiny. So just wanted to have some fun with the idea. I hope you enjoy it.
Still working on my Limericks. I love poetry that can make people laugh. I still have to work more on the rhythm and the rhyming.
