Best Calabash Poems
I was loving the sun,
Not consciously doing anything
My gourds hanging sweetly,
Too big to move much
Dancing with internal mirth
Because I was being picked today
It is always a relief to a calabash
When the pickers arrive
I heard laughter and stood a bit taller
Glad I could see farther than bushes
But no one showed, so I knew
It was not the pickers.
I sat back and enjoyed the
love of the sun a little longer,
excited the gourds would be going to new homes
today, knowing they would love
being bird houses and decorations
Feeling sad for the ones who
would be turned into tobacco pipes
They are all my children,
I want them all to
breathe and enjoy
the sun...
How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces
Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of Thy Breathes
In Thy Kisses Merrily Must I Drink
Of A Rare But True Romance In The Air
How Blessedly The Day I Glimpse Thee
In Barefoot Thou Strut To Stream
Carting Water Calabash I Wish You Were Mine
Not? And Where It A Dream?
Now Thou Lie Cleav’d In My Love
Sweet Wine In New Calabash
The Scent Of Thy Breathes Like Fresh Wine
Recline Thou In My Promise Under My Thatch’d Roof
A farmer in my location I am
Wise and knowledgeable I innovate
Today I grow fish in calabash of beer
They are happy swimming, eating
Aquarium of beer is natural home
My fish grows fat and foolish daily
And when I harvest for meals and sale
My fingers and arms they bite not
I want all farmers to imitate me
This is a good business for our times
The fish you grow in beer aquariums
Eat and drink whatever is given
Fellow farmers, come along with me
Let us grow fish in calabashes of beer
Stock Market Crash at Calabash
was in Calabash
they had a stock market crash
hit which was a smash
A Broken Calabash
Dear proposal thank thee for thy courage
Thank thee for thy care
And also I thank you for thy love
Although I am sorry
Thy heart is too spacious for my love
My love is too tiny for thy heart
Countless time I have loved
Loved
Loved, loved a heart
Countless time I fallen
Fallen
Fallen
Fallen in love
And nobody to rise me above
Very difficult to love again
What is love without trust?
My heart has dried of love
I can't fall and sink in an ocean And calling it fall in love
©® 6/10/17. Young Writer™
Goodnight Mrs Calabash
I hope to see you again real soon
the time we spend together makes me smile
I try to keep it very simple with her
but I am in love with her all the while
it's just that I respected her man
he was a good friend of mine
and he only passed away barely a year
but I dream of her all the time
we go for long walks in the park
feed crumbs to the squirrels and ducks
stop for an ice cream soda or coffee
I barely spend a couple of bucks
her name is Melanie a beautiful name
but I have a hard time calling her that
I had known her and her husband Max
and given them a dog and a cat
we went to movies and dances together
for all of those many years
I would find me a date to bring
maybe stop on the way home for beers
I never had married don't know why
just didn't seem to be my thing
sometimes we go to a Karaoke bar
get silly laugh and sing
I think I always knew Melanie was for me
just wouldn't admit such a thing
but now as the days pass me by
I'm thinking of buying her a ring
will she accept my love for her
or will she think I'm just talking trash
until I feel the answer is yes
I'll keep saying goodnight Mrs Calabash
Gomer LePoet...
How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces
Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of Thy Breathes
In Thy Kisses Merrily Must I Drink
Of A Rare But True Romance In The Air
How Blessedly The Day I Glimpse Thee
In Barefoot Thou Strut To Stream
Carting Water Calabash I Wish You Were Mine
Not? And Where It A Dream?
Now Thou Lie Cleav’d In My Love
Sweet Wine In New Calabash
The Scent Of Thy Breathes Like Fresh Wine
Recline Thou In My Promise Under My Thatch’d Roof
Two calabashes of milk
loaded ready for pleasure
dangling as ripe paw paws
swollen as tortured frog
are within immediate reach
I ask for a pint to remove thirst
but she tells me in the face
“You have hard brown teeth
your stomach is for bones
this milk is for the toothless
and those with tube stomach
go ask my father and mother
get permission from God
as from me, no access
calabash is for the elect.”
How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces
Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of Thy Breathes
In Thy Kisses Merrily Must I Drink
Of A Rare But True Romance In The Air
How Blessedly The Day I Glimpse Thee
In Barefoot Thou Strut To Stream
Carting Water Calabash I Wish You Were Mine
Not? And Where It A Dream?
Now Thou Lie Cleav’d In My Love
Sweet Wine In New Calabash
The Scent Of Thy Breathes Like Fresh Wine
Recline Thou In My Promise Under My Thatch’d Roof
How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces
Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of Thy Breathes
In Thy Kisses Merrily Must I Drink
Of A Rare But True Romance In The Air
How Blessedly The Day I Glimpse Thee
In Barefoot Thou Strut To Stream
Carting Water Calabash I Wish You Were Mine
Not? And Where It A Dream?
Now Thou Lie Cleav’d In My Love
Sweet Wine In New Calabash
The Scent Of Thy Breathes Like Fresh Wine
Recline Thou In My Promise Under My Thatch’d Roof
How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces
Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of Thy Breathes
In Thy Kisses Merrily Must I Drink
Of A Rare But True Romance In The Air
How Blessedly The Day I Glimpse Thee
In Barefoot Thou Strut To Stream
Carting Water Calabash I Wish You Were Mine
Not? And Where It A Dream?
Now Thou Lie Cleav’d In My Love
Sweet Wine In New Calabash
The Scent Of Thy Breathes Like Fresh Wine
Recline Thou In My Promise Under My Thatch’d Roof
Oh! Maiden
Pass you the men den
Where is your pride?
Flaunt it let it not hide
Oh! You have none
A stigma to be forever born.
Mother's warning not yielded
Father's cry was not needed
Once you were, a beautiful virgin
Now a useless bottle of gin
A broken calabash
How great was your crash.
Your friend's lure
Has no evidence of a cure
The man you trusted with your blood
Ran away like a plethora of flood
How do you fill this gully?
And your lost pride a healing?
Silence stormed the house
As he entered with empty calabash
With its mouth facing the ground
And he could tell from the faces
Unanswerable stream of questions
Of those gathered to scoop soup
Whoever washed his feet at dawn;
Cleaned the face with calabash water
To pay visit to the sage’s kraal
And came back with empty calabash
With hands dangling like bull’s tail
Closed ancestors’ toothless mouths
Yawning to drink imaginary milk
The world is a calabash of herbs
Some are bitter and often abhorred
Few are sweet and always desirable
For either case there is no foretaste
So much noise and blindness in fast lanes of lives we lead
When ears can’t hear
Eyes to see plead
And to our destiny we draw both far and near
Dreading to love
Longing to hurt
Fearing to fly on wings of a white dove
And nonsense and gibberish in overdose we blurt
Challenging norms without pause
Closing ears and eyes when convenience says so
Wishing we could pluck a rainbow rose
And hang it on a leash or a lasso
We spin to avoid close contact with sentimental souls
Whose love we shun
In a bid to score winning or losing goals with balls
Whose shape, shimmer and shine pales as the sun
On warms lives bad and good
Equally treated without exception
In words and thoughts often misunderstood
For so long they assume the notion and devotion
Of truth unalloyed
Creed unchallenged
In hearts so destroyed and annoyed
They run the danger to get unhinged
In a world where simplicity is in danger
Dignity cringes in fear
Manners of dress, speech and decorum grow stranger
As normal life sheds a tardy tear on a calabash of bush beer.