SALONI KAUL - POEMS

Saloni Kaul, author and poet, was first published at the age of ten and has stayed in print since. As critic and columnist Saloni has enjoyed forty one years of being published. Saloni Kaul's first volume, a fifty poem collection was published in the USA in 2009. Subsequent volumes include Universal One and Essentials All. 

Most recent Saloni Kaul poetic production has been published in The Horrorzine, Misty Mountain Review, Mad Swirl (contains ongoing Saloni Kaul poetry page), The Penwood Review, The Voices Project, Cabildo Quarterly, AJI Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, River Poets Journal,Taj Mahal Review, Verbal Art, Poetry Pacific, Ink Sweat And Tears and Military Experience And The Arts (As You Were: The Military Review), OVI Magazine, Blueline, Five 2 One Journal and The City Poetry. Upcoming publication acceptances include those of The Penwood Review, Scarlet Leaf Review and The Voices Project and The Horrorzine. 

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​LOBSTERING ADVENTURES 
(Yarmouth's Sunset Haul)

​Silver glinting lobster traps line Yarmouth’s shores
Like long deserted dolls’ town houses piled on high
While wintry bay winds whipping o’er to tidal bores
Bring little scent of lobsters thriving where warm currents lie.
But at tideturn the lobstering adventurous few
Quite undeterred by those weather reports, as it’s their week's sprawl,
Liking rhythm of working whole year through,
Wake to routine’s call, load the four hundred trap trawl.
Swept out to sea with these outgoing waters ,
Prepared to rough three hardy days all steady so,
Anchored alone monitoring at close quarters
The ins and outs of ocean’s wealth in traps below.
Pounds hundred thousand trapped, their traps then freed of all,
Streamlined as its sunset, Yarmouth receives the wholesome haul.

SILENT AUTUMN SPRINT ​

​Old town in heyday steep, expanding wealth bloated,
At all three waters’ lapping confluence ,
On which grand commerce’s tall ships once floated ,
That brought twice daily tides, influx of affluence.
Sun-glowing gentle murmurs, undulating rills,
Like freezing melting of libratory waddly time,
Saltscented strong as air of flowered window sills,
Atrahent thrum twinge, then release of reed and slime.
Emerging from mysterious blend in mists, low tide mumbles
Gloriously as gradations in flowers’ tint ,
Glow houses gardens town  scarce hint of grumble
At onward sun’s all silent autumn sprint.        
How leisurely this moment as the waters glide ,
Deceiving careless eye, ignoring grip of time and tide.

​EXPERIMENTS HIGH JAUNT

​And with that absolute intrinsic essence flowering                            
Each sonnet brims with reveries to read.
All ready high to fly, each line that sings assuring        
Contains a lifetime’s wholesome fill and feed.
With utmost ease of minstrels leisurely
Strolling through some wide open garden gate ,
Lyrics of song committed are to memory
Lapped up as though what is sung were in fact their fate.
Music welloved plays in the mind and haunts ,
Affects us skin and sensibility ;
Yet we’d ever be keen to launch experiments high jaunt
With most immediate groundbreaking novelty.
Bring on the reassuring old from which we learn
But see that today’s novel elements rightly earn.

​RESULTS ALL SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES

​Each permanent aspect lovingly shaped,
Each linear detail painstakingly cast ,
Results then speak directly for themselves
Like ties that in perpetual time enduring last.
Yet something in your disposition firm ingrained
Examines the perfect whole as each part anew;
Like glossaries, rosters of facts tortuously soon ascertained
By one dependent on dissection for his clue.
We who’re used to today’s creators and their isms,
Find it so hard to recognise truth when it comes straight to the test,
Those shattered splintered elements ejected through flash prisms,
Pureed mishmashed like baby food most easy to digest.
It is all perfectly written, the music’s scored.
When you say yes , by all it shall be totally adored.

​THERE'S ALWAYS ROOM

Issues all ring with their own mixed sensations
And radiate like divers branches bold of broom,
Where rooted to the one, for neat expansions
Outward in scope throughout there’s always room.
Yet while staying confined chaste simple and most pure
Within strict formalism’s edges always keen ,
To win over emotions strong they do implore
And yes, admittedly at times they touch the spleen.
We who like to so learn , then thorough teach,
Under tradition’s outright sheltered skies     
And at all times aim for the upper hand, beseech
Attentions of the one that hands us all the prize.
Student or teacher, hold throughout the reins most tight,
At roundtables, class centre your reign’s on the heights.  ​

​KINDNESS ALL ON

​When there is direct active verbal sparring
And people at each other senselessly sharp lash ,
Or when head to foot in the thick of it downright jarring
Discordant voices like arrows at war point clash ;
And when with frail unsteady rule of tide’s thumb
Unwarned the scales of fortunes startling dip,
There’s always some bright remedy quite close at hand
For that one restless wavering coin to flip.
For who are we to yell and shower blame,
Firm ostracise those left out in the cold,
Who living on shoestring from some strange shores here came,
And slam the door on faces lined with problems old.
May kindness-courtesy be at your threshold,
A smile heralds a seachange in the life you stark behold.