Charmaine Candappa

Birthdays – by Charmaine Candappa July As our birthdays approach us, I felt motivated to do something meaningful. Something personal, a shared experience with four friends we often meet. I would want to spend time at Yosemite, to look up and see the redwood trees towering over me. I need to fill my memory bank with things that give me joy. I love to string necklaces, with turquoise and jade beads, publish my poetry, and spend cherished time with friends who provide me laughter and joy. I am not alone when I sometimes speak of these thoughts aloud, even with gifted ladies in my church group on Tuesday mornings, in our creativity room. People derive more happiness from such experiences. Spending quality time with friends and family, that foster joy and enduring memories. My longing “to do” list includes a visit to New York to see the Statue of Liberty, ...

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Summer Heat – By Charmaine Candappa In the hot and grimy heat Walking on an intolerable street I saw a lady seated in a chair Eating watermelon in her veranda . Summer afternoons are hard to bear There isn’t a wind in the air I need to cool my tired and weary face To the tranquil comfort of home I race. Charmaine. Click here to receive your free copy of the eLanka Newsletter twice a week delivered directly to your inbox! ...

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Dragonfly – By Charmaine Candappa Image Source : pinterest   Dragonflies hover motionless Over petals slowly opening Iridescent wings flicker and then still Like a stained glass window With the sun streaking through.   Charmaine.   Click here to receive your free copy of the eLanka Newsletter twice a week delivered directly to your inbox! ...

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Weekend – By Charmaine Candappa The evening is filled with lively conversations As we sit and enjoy a delicious dinner Of chicken Parmesan, on high stools And the baby is eating with us. She is part of our conversation She can say no words other than “ goo goo”, and “ ga ga”, and “ ma ma”. Yet she is the only one we all speak to. Ah such love and baby talk It’s the universal language. The little one has many years ahead I hope her dreams are more vivid and vibrant than ours. Charmaine Candappa. ...

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High Tide – by Charmaine Candappa Off the high tide Broken sand dollar shells, slimy sea weeds of green Moon snail shell homes left long ago. Heron tracks in the wet sand Molten crab shells, and an old clamshell remain. Sparkling bits of sea glass, teal green, amber, frosted brown, and elusive blue Shimmering in wet glow. A wispy grey feather floats by of the high tide While puffy clouds sail in the sky.  Click here to receive your free copy of the eLanka Newsletter twice a week delivered directly to your inbox! ...

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SUNDAY CHOICE – Who Is Jesus To You? – By Charles Schokman Image Source : riverviewbaptistcalhoun   Image Source : pinterest To the Architect He is the CHIEF CORNERSTONE.  To the Artist He is the ONE ALTOGETHER LOVELY. To the Astronomer He is the BRIGHT & MORNING STAR.  To the Baker He is the BREAD OF LIFE.  To the Banker He is the REDEEMER. To the Biologist He is the LIFE. To the Builder He is the SURE FOUNDATION. To the Carpenter He is the DOOR.  To the Educator He is the GREAT TEACHER. To the Farmer He is the LORD OF THE HARVEST.  To the Florist He is the LILY OF THE VALLEY.  To the Geologist He is the ROCK OF AGES.  To the Lawyer He is the LAWGIVER.  To the Newspaperman He is the GLAD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY.  To the Orphan He is the EVERLASTING FATHER.  To the Pharmacist He is the ONLY ...

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The Grinding Stone – By Charmaine Candappa I return to remembered places Seeing the ancient timbers of the storage racks Where mother stored lime jars, and heavy pots. The firewood hearth smoked day and night, The grinding stone heavy and flat. Onions ground, with chili, coconut, and ginger to a smooth paste. Added to flavor every curry hot and spicy. Intact memories throughout life time.   Click here to receive your free copy of the eLanka Newsletter twice a week delivered directly to your inbox! ...

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Feasting Time – By Charmaine Candappa The whirling April breezes blows through the trees  While the yellow Erabadhu flowers drip heavily down its branches Blooming at this time of the year. The gnarled Jak fruit trees with its great trunks are burdened with ripe fruit  Emanating a strong aroma, ready to be plucked as a treat so good. Velvety plums from the Sapadilla tree glisten in the sun  As squirrels scamper happily having fun. The Koha continues its song at regular intervals  Reminding us that Aluth Aurudha is near. Roasted rice flour, cashews and treacle  Ready for the preparation of sweets  for the table. Milk rice and combs of bananas  Usher in the New Year to the sounds of the Rabana.  Charmaine Candappa  Click here to receive your free copy of the eLanka Newsletter twice a week delivered directly to your inbox! ...

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Reminiscing – by Charmaine Candappa I used to have a difficult time with my birthday. As a child, I found birthdays full of fun and excitement. During my childhood and growing up years, my neighbor and childhood friend Rai who is the same age as me, celebrates her birthday in May, and mine in July. Rai always had a bunch of kids, come over on her birthday each year where there was fun and games. Musical chairs were the highlight of the early evening. There were prizes to be won, a doll, a box of candy, and if we were lucky, an Enid Blyton’s story book. As the youngest of six in my family. I was an uncomfortable child growing up, with four brothers, and a sister ten years older than me. Also I was happy to have an outgoing friend as my neighbor who pulled me around her world. My friend ...

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Childhood memories -The summer holidays – By Charmaine Candappa As a child I would always look forward to spending a part of my summer holidays at the home of my aunt, my mom’s sister. My childhood was a happy one, since I got to play with my neighbor and friend Rai. I needed Rai more than she needed me. Rai had many toys and dolls of to play. She also had a bicycle to ride around the compound. I would look over the wall that separated our homes as Rai rode her bike from her garage to her front gate. We too had bikes, but they belonged to my brother Joe. He would not let me ride, as it was his pride and joy. He polished it, oiled its wheels and brakes. My childhood despite not having much toys, books, and a bicycle to ride was a happy one.  I ...

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