It was Jazba and lots of Chewed Khat
That saw me enter an altercation
With them boys in blue add a rivally
Between service men and Guradians
The sworn rivally the had just crossed
The thin blue line and now twas war
They knew and were ready for it..
An ovepowering sence of wrongdoing
Plus an age old saying.. You Know Roi
You Just an intellect Playing stupid..
I was rushed and bumpend into the Car
The Grand Tiger serged forward as..
Mik On one Tango Sier Do yo read me over
Am out on a plea bargain yet it saddens
That the powers be had to use tramped up
Charges to remand me.. Twas good for...
My training, Team Eagles we always Wanna
Fly high as Silver stars we like to be Just
Roi 1 Alfa did I say they called You.. Stupid..
Them pistol service guys and their.. kengz
Incaceration schemes yet I harbour no hard..
Feelings.. Muses are at the behest of a Smile
What we do best is write.. habouring with intent
An intent to commit a crime isn't one in its esssence
#SilahaButuNaSilahaButuAKa
#FourPlay1One
If that rainbow could be molded
Into a perfect circle of love
I’d wear them on my wrists
Made of molten glass that twists
Embellished with stars
Stolen from the night
Clinking and jingling kaleidoscope
A soothing sound and sight
My eye’s reflect each colour
Bouncing off the sun’s light
Twirling them around and around
Dangling the rainbow on my wrists
While my mind gently roams
Lovely to hear, dancing on air
But when it breaks it stings like a bee
Bangles in coloured motion sets me free!
19.8.2021
Contest Name: Kaleidoscope
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I was on a plantain branch
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
She put her bangles on a rock
Glimpse of gold, shined my eyes
I took it and flew back home.
A cry of fury trembling hut,
I wonder why she made that fuss.
With a bit of twinge I shout,
“One I took, three with you!”
Still her rage in frenzy mood,
Crowd is fanning flames to grow,
In my nest it shine and rest,
Golden bangle shining lust.
Then I went back looking around,
To watch the jokers in a run,
But my eyes in surprise hunt,
The bustle of hut in deep slumber.
Oh! Again this gold will turn,
me a golden king of crows.
Another bangle on the rock,
I took it and flew back home.
What a foolish bird I’m,
Fallen on their tricky trap.
They found my nest and climbed up tree,
My two bangles went with them.
Second Place in I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
sparkles and bangles
delighting those brave enough
i am one of course
Shattered pieces of glass bangles
Stepped on one and pierced my foot
The pain was not much as compared to
that which numbed my mind….
You were gone that day
The glass pieces fallen in array
Revealing the story of my shattered life
A dream gone askew….
Nostalgic times of picking pieces of glass bangles
in the school playground
To make, to design a beautiful kaleidoscope
Glass pieces stuck together on a card board….
I bandage the bleeding foot
And sweep away the pieces
Glass bangles to wear no more
But kept the piece that pierced my foot
A memory that life is no greater than a broken piece of glass…
I had a dozen of black bangles
Carried for tingles
Sign of a benign presage
Wore to envisage
Beauty; but not the ugly
Taking toll for a fight
Dad called me black
Mom gave a sympathetic glance
Unaware I was till then
Believed in the beauty of night till then
Adored the unpredictability of darkness till then
Believed in the good omen of my black bangles till then
Oblivious of the apartheid
Seow a seed of insecurity,
A hidden fear
Of rejection, of ban
Broken bangles and shattered dreams
Were all I saw in the greens
Till someone said, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”
And it holds true
For you are my reflections
For the world contained in me
And I am in you
Now I have a dozen of black bangles
Carrying for tingles
Sign of a benign presage
Wearing to envisage
Beauty; but not the ugly
I see you beautiful
Beyond your skin and bones
Beyond your veins and cells
Where your soul lies!
-puvi-
(13/10/2015)
waking me up
from my midnight dream--
glass bangles
kashinath karmakar (kash poet)
http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/2014-december-14
BANGLES, BRACELETS AND SINGS
I guess I have to get used to the little things
not the bangles, bracelets and rings
but the way she puts things in order
my,she must have been an obedient daughter
I guess I have to trade the big for the small
the things only she does so well and all
the things I deem unimportant but to her each bear weight
so i'll continue to let her be captain and i'll still be her mate
nothing about her is overt
and sometimes her words can hurt
but then she does something sweet
I just wish it was a different kind of treat
she knows i'm totally disorganized
at that no one should be surprised
but it could be the smallest thing and she sings her grammy winning song
“hey honey, come over here because you did this all wrong”
she wants things in my room to be just so
but what I want, believe me she's the one to know
so I suppose i'll just sit back and see what providence brings
but it probably won't be bangles, bracelets and rings
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My ears follow your bangles' symphony,
with closed eyes I see our sky,
rapture in horizon.
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I wanna give you my bangles of rhyme
Will you go with me on the path of time
I wanna keep you in my heart
Even if we are worlds apart
I wanna see your smile always
I know your heart is my best place
I wanna love you more and more
Baby you can cure my heart’s sore
The glass bangles
The red glass bangles
The red glass bangles that adorned
The brown, round wrist
The translucent, red glass bangles
That so beautifully captured the sun’s beam
To imprison it within itself
And subtly gleam
The red glass bangles
That adorned the brown, round wrist
Restlessly waiting to tinkle
At the slightest tilt
It decorates the plump wrist
Like the rainbow in the sky
Making the wrist more feminine
And appealing to the eye.
The delicate glass bangle
Cannot boast of a long life
But in the short span of time
Cause splashes of happiness
To a life full of strife…..
lost bangles
scatter in gold circles
under the marital bed
twisted sheets
crossed by afternoon sunlight
at our feet
quick breaths
recovery
rapture
You Quiz-puzzlers out there,
I hope you take care,
And don't sucumb to high blood pressure,
Please don't implode like the good sub, U.S.S. Thresher,
So take it in stride,
With the answers I do hide,
And you'll wake up all that much fresher