Best Chillies Poems
The draw of the tide...
tugs away inside...
remembered rekindled emotion...
lived on the water ...
remember i ought...
Portugese, on the ocean..
cabin boy ..
on a 3 masted schooner...
we lived on salted pork...
the maggots they walked...
red meat went rotten the sooner..
In Timor it's said ..
we'd get fresh bread...
more chillies, beer by the jug..
first mate was casting the lead..
fathoms testing...
as into the harbour we lugged...
sailing round the Cape Horn ..
suicide borne..
over the side water torn..
ironic the twist
sinking forlorn....
no one there to mourn
drowning there did I exist... :)
where i went onetime....Don Johnson 17-may-11
Categories:
chillies, adventurewater, water,
Form:
Rhyme
still stuck at the introductory,
I have been a silent observer.
well that is what I do mostly in my laboratory.
To begin,
My name is a tongue twister so don't worry,
I am from a country with a different ethnicity,
it is not just about spices and chillies,
a little more than curry leaves and corianders.
I can't say it better for my cheap vocabulary.
To you it must be still blurry.
Ahem! back to the point,
it is not just about rice and constipation.
we have a lot to worry,
like our uncles we never talk to,
try to engage us to girls we never knew,
in a function we didn't want to attend to,
to escape
claustrophobics have to hide in trunks,
acrophobics have to climb the towers
else
even genophobics have to marry,
so we have a lot of worries,
it is not just about peppers and curries.
Now! more about myself,
believe me I believed that,
retribution for my past I have been in,
trust me I have tried to
sought redemption in the loud cries of grief.
then I met this guy,
who lost his cat
said "why should it be?
while others write about
purity and divinity in love and roses,
sometimes we have to be silly and think of
the fragrance in a curry leaf and chilly.
to hell with the past, the present has to be recreational."
Categories:
chillies, immigration,
Form:
Free verse
Winter sestina
on summer nights she cupped love in her heart
tasted the honey of a gentle kiss
and the heat of an exotic garden,
she roamed in a rabble of wild colours, with rows of chillies
red hot in the sun, back when she was young,
heart hammering, fluttering like a bird
she knew a freedom then and flew, like a bird
on the wind of words that touched her heart,
like Spring she burst with the richness of the young
she danced and claimed her man for a kiss
her blood burning in her like juice of chillies
she was exploring love and luscious in the garden
now frost silvers the branches in the garden
she fluffs herself in feathers like a bird,
her tropical thoughts, hot as chillies
still simmer in a corner of her heart,
though she has passed the joys and langour of the kiss
she knows the white heat of being young
she has a freedom too, not felt when she was young
is curious to know who lives now in the garden,
she knows the thousand meanings of a kiss
and feels the height and flight of every bird,
the smiles of those she loves nest in her heart
warming her blood and glowing like chillies
in a shadowed door she sits and strings the chillies
watching the posturing of the young,
benevolent, smiling, letting loose her heart
in memories of time once spent in a garden
when all she could hear was the singing of the bird
and all her dreams were garnished with a kiss
her love flows broader now, gifted with a kiss
the wind of her years rattles her old bones, like chillies
on a tin roof in the sun, watched by a bird
who remembers too, how it was to be young,
who flew and nested in a golden garden
and sang the songs that touched the woman’s heart
now, in winter frost, her heart is warmed with every childish kiss,
in the garden are scattered seeds and skins of long dead chillies,
and the young ones listen for the voice of the bird
Categories:
chillies, time,
Form:
Sestina
While the waves lash the shores and splash in soft music
The dishes we serve here in this Golden Grain restaurant
Emanate aroma into the nostrils a pungent sweet exclusive
Have you visited this earlier too or how are you insouciant
A sip of sweetly sour sea food clear soup with tofu in your mouth
While on your hair the wind from the Arabian Sea plays its tickles
As you change your seat for the cool wind coming from the south
Our gracious waiters serve you mouth watering sea food pickles
Tasting the cheesy tuna salad as you share your moments with sea
The boundless sky above invites you to look at its cracked blue art
We are mystified if we will have the listen and sight or have the glee
In Sorpotel with rice, the Goan cuisine we must take to fill our heart
Made of pork in spices coconut vinegar and green chillies
Sorpotel is the essence of Christian gastronomy of Goa
The pungent and little salty flavor will without doubt ease
Your fatigue and more so if you take chunks of chilly soya
To which delight you will employ your perception is
A challenge as your eyes are amazed at the sight of
Seagulls in front of the restaurant leaving the breeze
Have become scavengers in their wing-spread hops
There is the all time favourite basil leaf spread lovely
Pizza dough of Phoenix with a crisp but chewy crust
Made by our chef himself who learned his art at Italy
Sweet salty pizza margheritta of ours take you must
Bebinca you all have to take in its full seven saffron layers
Get the personification of Goan spirit in this unique dessert
While listening to and looking at the splashy music players
Nonetheless your taste buds seek the sweet food for a flirt
Golden Grain is a golden moment in the golden sea beach
Do step in and taste the food with waves within your reach
_____________________________________________________
9/9/2016
For My imaginary restaurant - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
chillies, adventure, beach, food, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
These chillies are so spicy and hot
And they could change your sex life a lot
Cos if you’re in the mood
Grab this hot spicy food
It may work...why not give it a shot
If your brewer’s droop is just brewing
But your lady fancies some screwing
Try some natural Viagra
She’ll be willing to bag ya
Soon you’ll both be billing and cooing
09 07 17
Categories:
chillies, food, humorous, passion,
Form:
Limerick
Catching me out and truly unexpected
Flashbacks that only bring tears to mind
Children so powerless, no happiness to see
Left in the darkness to fear night and sleep
Nowhere to run, no one to care for them
Cold blooded man with no heart or love
Chillies for breakfast more punishment for tea
Strappings and cruelty, their harsh reality
Forced to watch and too scared to cry
Strength inside but fear in our eyes,
Never show weakness, take it on the chin
Secretly hoping he pays for his sins
So much fear, sadness and guilt
Fear of not standing up to his build
Sadness for the horrible things indured
Guilt I wear for not making this stop
Life has many challenges, we all know
I should have dealt with mine years ago
Instead I just pushed it so far below
Locked deep out of sight, out of mind
Letting this all impact on my life
Feelings subtle in the background
Slowly eating at my heart and soul
Preventing me from being whole
So this is a new promise to myself
Finally remove it all from the shelf
No more will it comfortably be dormant
Day by day I will sweep it all out
This is a journey....'A Road about to be driven'
Categories:
chillies, dark, fear, journey, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Last night our kitchen light stopped working
It was intermittent all flashing and jerking
A replacement one was quickly needed
There was one on the shelves – our prayers were heeded
We were both up the ladder – we were drilling and screwing
Oh I am thankful my hubby knows what he’s doing
When the light switch was switched on
Bright golden glowing light gently shone
Everywhere was covered with a fine layer of dust
So I got out the hoover - I cursed and I cussed
I started cleaning the nooks and crannies
My hoover is quite new it’s not like my grannies
I hang lots of washing by the kitchen door
But something had dropped right onto the floor
The hoover sucked up my pink lacy knickers
The light on the hoover went red and flickers
I shouted my hubby please come here quick
The hoover has swallowed my frilly nicks
We started to laugh as we undid the cover
My pink dusty knickers we soon did discover
The moral of this story is hang on to your frillies
If not, your assets may get a dose of the chillies
I’m going to keep a tight grip of my panties
I wonder if my husband totally agrees
30th March 2014
This really happened yesterday!
Categories:
chillies, clothes, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Hot chillies with false pork cooked in fat,
Deserved a second serving of that;
As he put down the dish,
The waiter stated “I wish
more Aussies like you would eat rat.”
Categories:
chillies, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
My heart, this morning, says sorry to you,
It apologized for what it had done,
It apologized for all the pain it had caused,
It apologized to everyone,
For falling in love with her beautiful dress,
For loving the shape of her curve,
For falling in love with the dance that she did,
For falling in love with hors d’oeuvres,
The caramelized onions, pizza wheel, chicken waffle,
And lentil meatballs on a stick,
And eating all the strawberry buttermilk donuts,
And eating until you were sick,
My heart, this morning, says sorry to you,
My beautiful stomach and gut,
Especially sorry for those chillies I ate,
And sorry to my tender butt.
Written 5th February 2018, entered into luloos contest "best poem in February" . this has never been entered into any contest :)
Categories:
chillies, food, humor, humorous, sorry,
Form:
Personification
Pat Flynn and his ass live in Inchicore
Pat lives in the house with the bright red door
The ass drinks stout but let me tell you more
He won the the gold cup in 'eighty four.
Flynn went to the race's to place a bet
Got chatting to people he'd only just met
They thought with Flynn they'd have the craic
And put hot chillies' in the ass's sack.
He munched and chewed and ate the lot
The chillies' took hold, he was off like a shot
He crashed through the fence, up went the wire
He needed a drink his mouth was on fire.
He took the lead, the crowd were on their feet
The ass was gasping and dying from the heat
One more lap to go he was still ahead
Flynn was worried that he'd drop down dead.
He crossed the line the crowd did roar
The ass carried on then fell to the floor
Flynn rushed over with a glass of stout
And poured it down the ass's mouth.
He soon recovered and to this day
Has a bottle of black stuff with his hay
His mouth's still hot the heat never died out
And that's why Flynn's ass likes his stout.
Written 25th November 2017
Categories:
chillies, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
What!
Coffee can is empty
He saw in the bin
Earlier,
It's aroma diffuses around the room
Awake, but right on bed he rests
So, it soothes.
Early in the morning
He likes to taste
Inspiration flows afterward
He thought:
My coffee am sure is waiting for zips
Activates the body and re-awakens the memory
Fingers grip the pen and write tirelessly
He chuckles
As the sweet smell of the coffee continues...
He could hear the clinging of wares from the kitchen
Baby is ready for school, he guessed
And coffee is there in the kettle
He smiles
Rhythmically,
He walks and whistle to bath
Freshen up then straight to dine
Alas!
Noodle past garnished with
chillies and shrimps in plate
Why?
Coffee cup is deprived of content
He gazed
So,
...She drank the coffee he smelled
She would be inspired instead
He thought.
Oh!
What a regret
He thought of coffee.
Categories:
chillies, adventure, funny, hope, husband,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Kavanaugh the Jury’s out, guilty or not guilty... you decide!
Supreme judge divine
or lying swine?
Suspect Diaper
Smelly and crappy
must change nappy!
Phew what’s that smell
Left parting ‘gift’
farted in lift!
Hangover from hell
Too much drink ...
sick in sink
Burning from both ends
Oops, I forgot
chillies are hot!
Vasectomy Clinic Appointment
Undoes his zip –
time for snip!
Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire
Driving his car -
dropped his cigar!
Six-word couplet series Encore
Sponsored by Mark Toney
10/7/18
Categories:
chillies, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
5.
is it true love
or i do take it granted
that i’m in love
or i do love to think
that i’m loving
and there is
neither any welcome address
nor any opening song
in my love
my experience with heat of fire
and with burning pain
in the flames of water
is nothing less
6.
in course of burning
i look around
the chilly-plant in the tob
planted in my won-hand
producing green-chillies
oh-ho how sweet they are
it is no chilled-body
that has earned
my life or death
no remarkable mark
is endorsed
on the lotus-leaf
now easily some words
can be written
on you
i don’t know whether
those would be at all
some lines of a poem
7
someone falls in loves
someone makes love
love comes to some another
there is the far-off
whispering
at first she constructs me
then destroys rightly
i notice her
for the first time in six weeks
the love
that writes
in the footnote of the tennis-ball
a desperate struggle for existence
within our skull
there is the love
or the midnight of the orion
the little squirrel asked now
are you in your seventies
or eighties
those houses with the coating of
the sky the air the light-and-shade
provide me with the presentation of
a wig and
a set of artificial teeth
8.
the love
that touches the hand
in drizzling
the love
that gets lost in the brandishing
grasses
would they want to inform
that the flowers don’t have any skyscraper
in the layers of the flesh and blood
of the detergents
as if a whole human civilisation has been suffering
from suppressed pain
within it with the dry spell of
anger and cough
the time
had there been no feeding from the love
does the human civilisation stagger
9.
do you think those words
or it’s myself
whatever may you say now
i’ll travel within a great death
to die
rather after my demise i may tell
i’ve informed everyone …look
beneath the large evergreen flower tree
the game of light and shadow continues
beside those simple households
besides a high-head mobile-tower
what else would you like to be
is it a bath in the ganga-river is it a leaf
of the water-lily or it’s a king-cobra
tell me
i would now make love
with that idea from you
Categories:
chillies, romancedeath, words, death, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Jimmy warned Pinks of her dangerous inclinations
of chugging too close to the capricious edge, but she kept laughing
and refused to listen until she skid and bounced down the hill.
Jimmy retrieved her in an unrecognisable state with a torn coat,
ripped pinafore and a muddy face, ready to be brandished
by her strictest paternal Aunt-a Betsy Trotwood of sorts!
The six year old whimpered and babbled, wiping her tears,
"A big black bear had been chasing us, so we ran down the hill".
"Why down hill?" "Because his long hair covers his eyes and then he can't see.
So while chasing us he got blind and rolled like a football and drowned
in the big ravine below". Aunt held back her smile, "But Jimmy's clothes aren't torn?"
Pinks beamed, "He's a boy, and strong boy's clothes don't tear!"
The next day they climbed a ladder leading to the forbidden roof where
Aunt had kept her red chillies to dry, it being a warm sunny day. When she returned
from the market, she was shocked to see her miscreants and carried the ladder away.
"Aunt dear, please listen, the monkeys were eating the chillies, so we........................."
May 16, 2016
For Casarah Nance
Categories:
chillies, allusion, childhood, children,
Form:
Light Verse
Butter up the boss
Dip him in tamarind sauce
Heat the plate
And let him sit
Over the pan
With his assistant Anne
Fry for an hour
Sprinkle pepper and cornflower
You may add salt and chillies
A pinch of thyme and paste of Mirabilis
This makes a hot stuff
Serve with gingerbread and heartily laugh.
Categories:
chillies, fun,
Form:
Rhyme