Posted in Rhyming

Day 313: Red Lipstick (First Date Anticipation part 2)

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.

Posted in Limerick

Day 305: Happy Halloween

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 🎃🎃🎃

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Posted in Rhyming

Day 208: How I Met You…Jimmy

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

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Posted in Limerick

Day 175: My Psychic Told Me

“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.