Poem 129 - Mona Lisa

Her face, was looking really so true

A face that looked pretty, a face that looked fresh and new

Mona Lisa - her smile charmed everyone

Because of her face, everyone's hearts she won

Though only a painting, there seemed to be silent life in the art

The painter (in the painting) seemed to have put his full heart

Oh! A terrific painting, with beautiful things

Priceless - maybe worth infinite shillings

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Poem 128 - Chicken Pox

Mr. Smith ate fried sausages on a hot evening

But soon he fell sick, poor old thing

And guess what? He got chicken pox

In a few minutes he was on the bed, on his leg there were socks

Mr. Smith crept out of bed, looked in the mirror, saw pox on his face

He heard his wife coming, jumped on the bed with some great pace

His wife put a thermometer in his mouth, Mr. Smith chewed it

His wife saw him chewing and was in a big fit

He thought he could cure himself by covering the pox with white paint

When his wife saw him she did faint

Oh! Really Mr. Smith why are you such a silly man

In fact when he recovered his wife was after him with a saucepan

One morning Mr. Smith was so hungry he ate pepper and salt

His wife saw it and immediately to it she put a halt

Oh! Mr. Smith funniest of the funny

And that day he thought that a ball of cotton was a bunny

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://themethursday.blogspot.com/

and - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

Poem 127 - A Cricket Match

An exciting semi-final there was today

The match was good, but the Indians had it their way

The spectators cheered loudly for each four and six

The batsman felt proud, the bowlers in a fix

The fielding - good, the persuasive voice of the captain

To bowl well he would encourage his men

Suddenly a six, followed by an out

From the spectators, there will be many a shout

The achievement for India, was better than being rich

My Oh My! They bowled great on the pitch

The Batting too went quite well

But I agree the arch-rivals put up a good spell

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

Poem 126 - A Sailor

The Ship was going on its way to Morocco

But what happened to the ship nobody did know

It seemed to have overturned - some people said

Some told that the sailors were safe, others told they were dead

But one day returned a weary old sailor, from the ship

Wow! So did all of the sailors complete the trip?

We decided to ask, but he was too weak

And neither could he stand nor could he speak

He was put on a small bed in a hut

On his forehead - the sailor had a small cut

Over it we put some bandage, and fed him well

So after some days his story he did tell

When he recovered, he told that "Nearby the ship had crashed

And every thing got badly smashed"

He told all sailors died, but he managed to swim to land

And that was why he was exhausted and he couldn't speak or stand

So the sailors or the ship, never reached Morocco

In fact, not much far could the ship go

And Nearly the last sailor had died, but he managed to swim

And so here we managed to save him

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

and - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

Poem 125 - To My Grandfather

This is dedicated to my grandfather

You are such a wonderful person

A person that is full of kindness and unlimited fun

It is always fun to be with you

You are a person like very few

For all of us your love you do share

For each person you still do care

You've played with me when I was a small kid

For me, so many things you did

With you so much fun I had

You are full of good, not a bit of bad

In the world you are one of the best men

And I will give you a hundred out of ten

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 124 - Jelly Party!

I was having tea at the table, heard the gates open and close

It just sent a shiver from my back to my toes

The bell rang, I carefully opened the door

It was just my relatives, how exciting now there was no bore

Guess what they had brought some jolly good Jelly

Oh! It had such a good smell, now I can't call it smelly

Just fine for a jolly good Tea

For the excellent tea they joined me

It was fun, and the Jelly was tasty

And to think you got it all for free

Oh! How jolly good is that? Isn't it

Oh! I wish I could just give you a small Jelly bit

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/

and - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

Poem 123 - A Sword Fight

Me and Jack were having a dual fight with swords

We were standing inside a platform, fenced with boards

The fight began, swords clashed, we held tight

Suddenly both fell back, but we continued the fight

His sword was pointed, towards my throat

But I managed to kick it, but it ripped my coat

Jack's muscles bulged, his tattoo was now seen

And I can tell you, the way he made his face it looked very mean

In a minute our Identical swords were again fighting

I had to quickly block because he gave a sudden swing

Outside the fence, I heard my dog give a volley of barks

But that could not stop us, again there were many flying sparks

Finally exhausted, we decided there was no winner

But I am sure both of us kept thinking that the other guy was the loser

I picked my dog, and went with my half torn coat

Though the fight was over, through my mind the incident did float.

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

and - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Poem 122 - WHO IS IT?

One night in the dark, woken up by a voice

It was not sweet, sounded more like a boy's

"Get up" it commanded, through the night air

I did not stand up - but stood up my neck hair

A hand touched my wrist, trying to pull me off the bed

It was too dark, I couldn't recognize his head

He told me "Come with me, or you are gone"

I had to stand up, the lights switched on

I looked at his head, a masked head, looked funny

Wait a minute! He looked like an Egyptian mummy

He pulled me down the stairs, not letting me free

But now I didn't understand, was it a he or a she?

Suddenly he/she pulled of the paper on his/her head

But guess who? From America it was My Uncle Ned

Ah! How we both laughed, why did he have represent someone

Did he do it, just to have some fun?

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

and - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

Poem 121 - A Fairy Tale

Mom started telling the beautiful tale

"Once a train was running on its rails

When on the track stood a monster, holding the train

It killed some people, gave other's pain

That time appeared a beautiful fairy

She was fighting the monster, in the story

The monster fell, the people were safe now

The fairy, everybody did love

But that was not the end, just the beginning

Because the monster didn't die, evil thing

He was back one day, only for the fairy time

He decided to kill her and do many a crime

Sarcastically he said "Oh! My poor dear

I am sure of me you have no fear"

The fairy grinned, the monster was taken aback

But he got up and gave the fairy a whack

The fairy flew, high up in the air

Moving her wings, her excitement with us she did share

She moved her wand and the monster was dead

In one corner was his body, one corner his head."

That is how the story did end

Oh! In the middle there was such a bend

Oh! How thrilling the tale was, right?

And I bet you could see the monster and fairy fight

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/

and - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

Poem 120 - Why die?

Tsunami in Japan, due to earthquake

Serious actions against this, we need to take

Hope and Pray that not many people die

In fact, to help them we should try

Oh! What a terrible calamity

And it is such a pity

That people died because of the Tsunami

When? Will it be a happier, merrier country?

-Gaurang Rao

Let us all pray for the people in Japan and hope that they are safe.

Written for - http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

and - http://finerfriday.blogspot.com/

and - http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/

Poem 119 - Luck Indeed!

I was walking, near the book fair

I bought a book pair

Guess what? I was coming out

When I myself gave a shout

It was my Maths teacher, in the book fair

She almost gave me a very good scare

I called my mom, they had a chat

I thought somehow, I could smell a rat

But guess my luck? I got my maths marks

And it was really good, so flew the sparks

I had got eighty on eighty in Mathematics

And I am telling you, I thought my ears were playing tricks

-Gaurang Rao

I am happy to tell you all that this is completely true, and that I met my Maths teacher in the book fair. She called my mother and told her the marks and indeed I did get full.

Written for - http://themethursday.blogspot.com/

Poem 118 - Out in my garden

In the garden, letting the breeze pass on my face

The wind, seemed to be running, running in a race

Fruits on the trees, looked mellow

Hanging on the tree, was the Mango now Yellow

My dog ran up to me, It's neck I did tickle

I gave it a bit of my Popsicle

It chewed on, the evening went by

The sun had now set, the moon was up high

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

Poem 117 - Ice Cream

Ice cream, icy cold, on a hot day

Through my parched throat, it makes its way

Ironing my throat with a lump of cold

In my mouth the taste does hold

The milky substance tickling my throat

Going slowly like a very slow boat

In my stomach, I need more Ice Cream

Sad to say! All of this was just a dream

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/

Poem 116 - A Beggar's Wish

A Beggar looks as the rich pass by him

His life grows dull, his life grows dim

He wished he had some cash

But now, food came from the trash

Oh! How lucky millionaires are

They can afford to buy many a car

While here I sit barefoot, hungry

Shelter for me, is just a plain tree

Why? Am I so poor! Nobody looks at me

My torn clothes, why don't they see?

Everyday I beg, don't earn enough

And what he was saying wasn't bluff

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

Poem 115 - A Statue on the sidewalk

A statue on the side, lonely now not seen

Over there for how long it has been?

It's carved back, turned towards the street

Sitting on it's old brown seat

His face rested on his wrist

His mouth covered by his clenched fist

He looks very tired, very old

But he still sits out there in the cold

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.com/

Poem 114 - Beautiful Violets

Flowers that are purplish-blue

Flowers that are fresh, flowers that are new

But the violets, out stand in the big pot

Flowers that you will surely spot

They look new, look beautiful in beginning of Spring

The Violet flower is such a beautiful thing

They bloom, happy to know Spring is around the corner of the street

And happily they bounce, while Spring they greet!

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Poem 113 - Strawberries

A little girl picks up some strawberries

She keeps them in her strong basket of wood

She walks away, her grandmother's house she sees

She keeps them on handle of door, does good

Her grandmother wakes up sees the nice gift

Her granddaughter has given it she sees

The ripe strawberries slowly she does lift

She sees her granddaughter among the trees

She calls her granddaughter hugs her in air

"Oh! For me my kind child, how much you care?"

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

and - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

Poem 112 - Casino

A Casino - gamblers gamble putting their money

Some play, some watch thinking it is funny

A man loses big, hides his head in shame

Why, did he need to play that bad game

Some people bet, others quit

Some people make a move using their wits

Why are people passionate about playing in the casino?

When it is bad for them, they do know.

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/

and - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

Poem 111 - Universe! What a place

Oh! Wouldn't it be great going to space

On the moon I would like to have a race

Or go to Jupiter or Mars

And try eating chocolate bars

Wouldn't it be fun to walk on Saturn

While you walk on its ring while you dance and turn

Or won't t be fun to do a march on Mercury

Or go to Neptune and plant an apple tree

Oh! What fun it will be to pay on Pluto

And I will jump up, high and low

What fun it will be to go to space

And see where an alien stays

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://themethursday.blogspot.com/

Poem 110 - Hello! I am back

Exams have now gone

Holidays are on

Fun time does start

Now with school I do part

Hooray! Holidays full of fun

Have a happy holiday! I wish you a ton

I am happy, delighted to be back

Now I am right on my poetry track

Oh! Now I can enjoy reading books not for school

Books that have horror or books that are cool

I can enjoy eating bubblegum

Instead of boringly doing a maths sum

Holidays, why didn't you come before

Without you school was such a bore

Oh! Holidays are going to be great

Now I can wake up very late!

-Gaurang

Written for - http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/

and - http://finerfriday.blogspot.com/

Poem 109 - Banana Peels

A Banana Peel was thrown down by Mr. Pegg

He himself slipped and broke his leg

He was hospitalized for one week

But still to throw peels on the floor he has the cheek

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://thelaughtersite.blogspot.com/

Poem 108 - Peekaboo!

Peter walks behind Ethan

Ethan suddenly does run

Excitedly Peter follows behind

Keep running properly lined

And suddenly Ethan turns

'Bout Peter he learns

Oh! Peter in shock

Only Ethan does mock

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/

Poem 107 - Accidents!

Mr. Smith driving on the road, a sleepy man

Over a person the car almost ran

People say on the roads that he should go to hospital for mental

People wondered "Is Mr. Smith doing it on purpose or was it accidental?"

I wonder who Mr. Smith's role model was, when he was small

Because Mr. Smith acts silly in front of all

Once he ate a raw white pumpkin and said that it was yummy

He asked some more from his old mummy

Even in class he was scolded by his teachers and class mates

Once to school he came on roller skates!

He reads horror stories as a bedtime story

He once had a yucky mud filled, chicken curry

Really Mr. Smith is so funny, he put garlic in his milk

For his wife's birthday he ordered a towel made of silk!

And that is how we remember Mr. Smith the funny man

Who put on his head instead of a hat, a cooking pan

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/

and - http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

and - http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/

and - http://themethursday.blogspot.com/

and - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

and - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

and -http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/

and - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

Again I am not trying to insult any Mr. Smith.

Thank You. Have exams so will be back on 10th now. See you people later.

Thanks

Poem 106 - Memorable school days

Walking down the school corridor

Having a last look at the door

Walked past the school saying goodbye

I have to leave me class? Why? oh! Why?

In the school it was my last day

The whole school turned silent and gray

My friends a lot I will miss

Oh! Such a sad day this is

Friends trying to stop me from going to Mangalore

I told them I had to go, I turned and looked at the floor

"Do you really need to go"

I told yes though I wish I could say no!

When you change your school isn't it sad

When with friends lots of fun you had

I walked slowly down the road

My heart, sad and a heavy load

-Gaurang Rao

Poem 105 - Exams here

Oh! Exams start

Sad becomes the heart

Because study, study and no play

Just study all day

Bored of boring books

Their covers itself has tiring looks

Oh! How boring these exams are

Oh Please Exams go away! Go Far

I won't be able to come for a week or two

I have to go and study! Unfortunately true

Now in a few days I will come

Happy to be back not glum!

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/

Poem 104 - Oh! Why Earth?

The beautiful nature, created for being killed

Can we save the extra water we spilled?

Try to understand it is out turn to change the earth

Otherwise no longer there will be human birth

Oh! God Why can't you explain?

That we are giving mother nature pain

Just killing it and sitting it watching it die

And what I tell is the plain truth not a lie

I have tried but I can't do it anymore

Even a tree can be saved by a group of four

Nature being killed for land

But understand why we should not kill a tree with our cruel manly hand

Earth was beautiful and now it is heating

We have to stop it! Unless we want to stop breathing

A major topic to talk about

Green cities in, Pollution Out!

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.com/

Poem 103 - Stings

Ah! Lemon Juice stings the eyes

Lemon acts innocent telling lies

Puts it's juice all over the floor

I go to wash my eyes the juice makes me slip at the door

I get up get to the bathroom painfully

I wash my eyes very carefully

Ah! Dear Lemon you really do sting

You are such a naughty thing!

-Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

and - http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/