Best Accommodating Poems
with your delicate little hand
with your long slender fingers
you touched my lips
my heart was beating like a baby bird flying for the first time
the two of us were sharing less than one person's space
as our lips met
the planet went silent
the hurricane of day to day life
calmed down to a soothing breeze
the whole world froze
accommodating
this
our private moment
now I know
they weren't banished
Adam and Eve
the garden
with its explosive sense of peace
blooms
on the other side of this kiss
Mar. 1 2016
armand
An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless.
Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to her handlers, in blase
only the mere task of steering and roping in tense power play.
Embarking though marred by obvious signs of abuse and neglect.
Her rolling in elation disguised the slippery entrance and my regret.
Drivers accommodating cramped spaces as directed, gently to fill.
Opting to maitain serenity as they in vain, placate her iron will.
Do I hear her rising blood pulses or lack of joy in welcome thereof?
No, just the sound of tumultuous creaks and human smell
of perfume, tainted sweat and punjent oil leaks let off.
Disgruntled impatience of mere sailors but of her, not a peep.
Standing tall, holding firm a class of her own as she let sweep.
Riding the waves in style directing me to the destiny I must keep.
On and on she rides tantalising the waves as they foam at the peaks.
Such insight when she lapses into a lullaby putting me to sleep.
I return to a friend who knows well to serve, to ferry me ashore.
Another blissful time with her as the sea beckons for us to explore.
She is faithful, a useful companion with its own metallic commodore.
Sailing majestically forever a classy lady, our very own Lady Samoa.
(N.B Lady Samoa is our Inter-Island Ferry)
It was a train
that took my mother west
away from her family farm
to seek adventure. She found work in San Diego,
joined the Navy and met my dad.
It was the 1950’s.
Planes were not yet a big deal
and many traveled long distances
by train.
It was a train
that carried my mom away
from a husband impossible to live with.
The year was 1960. For traveling far,
the train was the poor man’s choice.
Trains and buses were plentiful
when my mom brought her 4 young girls
back to her parents’ farm
to then start over.
It was a train
that my father purchased two tickets for
so that my sister and I could visit with him
out west where he lived near Seattle.
The year was 1969.
On a black and white TV, with my dad,
we watched astronauts walking on the moon.
It was a time of social unrest, and technology would soon
be soaring past the moon!
It was a train
that brought my sister and I home
from the lovely visit with our dad.
I recall having to walk past a troop of flirty boy scouts
that occupied one of the train’s cars
each time my sister and I made our way to the dining car.
We watched mountains turn into cornfields
as the train carried us back toward the Mississippi.
A most memorable experience it was.
It was a train
that brought me only a few other times after that
to visit my dad out west or my mother in Iowa
as I traveled with a spouse and two sometimes-wailing kids.
Like a train, my life kept moving.
After 1984, I’d use the train no more.
Trains had become nostalgic ways to travel -
used more by people with the luxury of time,
people who enjoyed eating meals as
scenery sped past them outside their windows.
It’s the plane
that modern rushed humanity today are using.
Buses are low-class and cars are for road trips.
Trains, though still running, are not much heard of.
It’s not so easy to find
a very accommodating route by train.
My life has flown by like a plane,
but if it should ever slow down,
I think I’d like to take again – a train!
Oct. 27, 2021
For the Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
You were a bright, yellow daisy
in the garden of life, so cheerful
kind and accommodating.
I basked in the sunlight of
your tender care and attention
my own flower bloomed and thrived.
Our roots ran deep and grew strong
in the rich soil of our lives
together, you and I, our vines intertwined
but in time...in time, our seasons turned
from spring to winter, and I began to die.
For I was poisoned, slowly, subtly
dying without knowing it, dying on the vine
strangling with the weeds, suffocating
the colors of my petals were draining away.
I gave and I gave, with little return
we shared confidences, vacations
food and family, yet you became jealous
and turned away, unsatisfied, turned
to other flowers, lied and betrayed me
my petals were plucked off, one by one.
How naive was I! You knew what you were doing
you knew, and you took and you took
you used and abused my kindness
and sucked the life out of me.
Your fake flower kept shining, while my
own flower wilted on the vine.
I have faded away, a jumbled mass
of jaded leaves and petals
rotting into the ground, crushed.
I may never open up my flower again.
Written on 5/5/2018
TWINKLING LITTLE STARS
Why are there shining stars,
showing serenity,
twinkling twinkling arousing curiosity of children?
Imagery of poets wander in in wonder
gazing on cluster of stars.
Philosopher searches vastness of Universe
seeking significance of infinite space
accommodating billions and billions of stars.
Science gives explanation of
birth and death of stars forming
billions of galaxies extending and expanding.
Indian fairy tale tells,
each human being becomes a star after death,
sparkling and sending blessing to descendants.
I stare at stars seeking,
which stars are sparkling in guise of
my Mom, Dad, Grandparents, cousins, relatives,
my friends and close ones?
I am also in queue.
Where shall I see my place in space,
transforming to star transcending death?
My ultimate destination.
06/26/18
'Why Are Stars There?' Contest by Julia Ward
Generous
Observant
Outgoing
Decent
Mature
Accommodating
Nurturing
Kindheartedness is being quite generous
A considerate attitude that is from the inside
No price tag is placed on being accommodating
Being benevolent and affectionate is cordial
Willing to give everything for nothing in return.
A trait that is not always an inherited tendency
One to be heartily imbibed and truly developed
A behaviour that stands one out in the crowd
Exhibiting true amiable and amicable qualities
Portraying brotherly,sisterly,fatherly & motherly love.
When you are humane and quite propitious
They say you are beneficient and philanthropic
When you are soft-hearted or tender-hearted
They talk of you as being thoughtful & understanding
You are a bounteous bonhomie & benign personality.
Exuding a calid courteous and altrustic aura
Places you on a pedestal different from others
Extraneous factors may want to impede on you
The propensity of your kindheartedness surpasses
Showcasing your nature as an outstanding being.
The path of Spring
I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Not for any love aside love of my broods.
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.
I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.
Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.
Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.
What if there was a passage way down to the ocean
Tucked away within the wall an eroded cave
Cool breeze always in motion as azure, Turquoise Ocean swirls
Breathing in deep reflecting a show of rainbow mist as waves break the cliff face
A cave perfect for a dining room full of stunning unremarkable furnishings
White cotton linens, accent with fresh-cut blooms, and small center table lamps
Pale turquoise ribbon fastening place settings and napkins
Dinnerware and dishes embossed shells and starfish dusted in sandy bronze
Swim in a sea of pale turquoise
Providing guest with genuine friendly, welcoming staff
Chef de cuisine creating a gourmet menu of incredibly fresh ocean delicacies
I'd call it " A Touch of Ocean Breeze"
Prices that everyone can afford;
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Salmon, Clam a
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Lobster
Oysters
Varity of wines
So much more
Pleasant and accommodating
You won’t be disappointed
9/28/2016
My imaginary restaurant - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Affectionate – show fondness and tenderness
Brave – ready to face and endure danger or pain
Cheerful – happy and optimistic
Dependable – trustworthy and reliable
Energetic – powerfully operative
Faithful – loyal and steadfast
Generous – readiness to give or share
Handy – skillfully useful
Industrious – diligent and hard-working
Jovial – cheerful and friendly
Kind – generous and considerate
Loving – show love or great care
Manly – masculine qualities of strength, courage
Nurturing – care for and encourage growth
Open – accommodating attitude or opinion
Passionate – easily affected by intense emotion
Quick – prompt to understand or learn
Rugged – have toughness and determination
Spiritual – concerned with religious values
Talented – have natural aptitudes or skills
Understanding - tolerant and forgiving
Vigilant – keep careful watch for trouble or danger
Wise – show experience and good judgment
Xenial – hospitable to guests and strangers
Yeasty – exuberantly creative
Zealous – have great energy or enthusiasm
June 8, 2015
Contest: My Dream Date
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Found him! We'll be married 65 years come June 2023!
He is classed among metals yet he`s not,
To be looked down upon this he fought,
His affection and passion for the halogens
Is rare and strong like human antigens,
He pairs with helium to form the shinning star,
Which illuminates the earth from afar ,
He`s divided into three parts known as isotopes,
But exists in one state only without allotropes,
I fear him for his weapon of mass destruction,
Which makes cities desolate,bringing down construction,
He`s the lightest and his breath used to propel rockets,
Which has made money to enter many pockets,
He should be handled with care for he`s flammable,
Yet, he is soft, accommodating and amiable.
CONTEST:"Periodic table Of Elements" sponsored by Anthony Slausen.
Tears- never knew a home
So accommodating, like
Diamonds- cut with blood
So devastating the
Weakness- the marker of a soul
So Broken, by
Shame-in a mirage of a life
So Hopeless because of the
Meaninglessness-I carry with me
So futile these
Wasted-tears
My lateness once more has caused me immediate damnation,
and my unstable state, a product of my lost attention.
Overcoming the limitation by doing three person's work at once
resulted to a failed manipulation
of compressing minutes' activities into seconds
just to beat time and achieve punctuality.
Reaching for the door with already aggravated emotions.
In self caution, I knew something was still missing
then I realized it's a stuff I cannot go without.
Oh My God! This means, beginning all over again.
A complication I most feared in a situation like this.
My dwelling place now seem a mansion
as even my bedroom has undergone exaggeration
which at this moment isn't as accommodating
as the habitation I once knew.
Starring at the plain surface of the mirror Table gave no answers
and already praying for the fruitful termination of this trying time,
as I searched among the cosmetic items it harbours.
My next location is obviously the wardrobe
and even with the intense frustration
I was still calm enough to suppress the friction with myself
as I searched each and every pocket of my clothing
which are all hanging in straight vertical position.
And yet, my state gradually reaching exacerbation,
cos' there is no answer.
In milliseconds, my Pillows are in two corners of the room
I prayed for any sort of temptation but not this
as the bed calmly accepts my aggressive search
of my item which suffers an ungodly abduction.
The Investigation continues with a quick scan through my shoes,
and finally leaving the room with no appreciation
which now looks like a ghetto market of a third world country,
a demotion I usually never allow, not until now.
The larger sitting room just increased my retardation
having hope of finding my "Precious" would be mere hallucination
so therefore, I barely did much other than a mere Inspection.
Yet, cannot find its location,
which simply increased the heap of burning coal on my head.
Already tired of exclaiming several holy Indignation
careful flash back and calculations of my previous movements
yielded no results.
"check the Double Seater" was my last thought.
And as I acted in submission to that command,
the invaluable material surprisingly fell off my shirt
My Car Keys!
(Journey to the East – Youth Service at Enugu State)
On a Friday night, July 1, 2009
I found myself at Onitsha, home for all as it is called
The eastern economic backbone and business centre of the Igbo people
Accommodating the good, the bad, the poor and the wealthy
A colleague to Lagos of the Yoruba people in the West
Unlike Asaba, its closest brother it’s always busy,
With busy people during their business in the busy way
As late as it was, it seemed to be the breaking of a new day
If works were to be equivalent to wealth
The world wealthiest people should have emerged from Onitsha
Suddenly, the crowd seemed to disappear into a thin air
Everyone moved as if they were late for an occasion
Diminishing like little water pour in a very hot pan
So fast like a speeding car passing a little boy
I wondered how the "fat crowd" of people could be swallowed up by that "thin city" in a twinkle of an eye
Standing by me was a man that seemed not to be in a hurry
I had to ask him, “where is everybody hurrying to?”
“They run for the safety of their lives and properties”, he replied with a baritone voice
That got the floor vibrating as if a tremor as just taken place
As he turned to look at my face, he continued “Ina, this is Onitsha, home for all. No man trusts another”
At those words, it occurred to me that I have not gotten to my destination
But it was late to continue my journey
And since I was then aware I was in a land where no man should trust another
The only place I could go was a nearby church
The best choice of a place to pass the night for a pilgrim like me.
© 2009
28/2/2012
Snow covered earth lies still on a cold and frosty February morn,
Floating & frolicking in the breeze Sentiment of spring still unborn.
Spring starved eyes dart across aestivating weeping willow trees,
Watching for a portent, sign or an omen of youthful furry catkins that are nature’s guarantees.
Lo! , behold and feast your eyes with the sight of studded pusywillows,
Brought home as springs earliest harbinger and placed in accommodating silos.
Fine grey fur covered decorated pusywillows that come before leaves imply, suggest and connote,
Religious fervor, prosperity and happiness for all walks of life these pusywillows signify and promote.