Best Fanta Poems
Stepping past the crater towards your door,
I am reminded of warm days
surrendered in flowery abandon while
brushing against cool veins of
leafy promise, requiring only the slightest
compassion for the flow of life.
The scope of our crusade sings bitter,
like absinthe in a Fanta bottle;
tangs of anise and wormwood persist
within ether's truthful vision
resisting factory flavors in a curtain,
velvet reminders of flesh.
Lap your moistened shape. You dissolve,
my expectant sugar cube, no longer
made jagged by expectation or campaign
but fragile again, doughy in
blissful rapture upon my snacking,
curling up in a fetal calm
until we flow once more with the surge
propelling us entangled yet
unencumbered, finally breathing our
amniotic potential within this
spiritual umbilical making my stomach
spin within these tugs of finality,
despite my carpenter's heart yearning to
mend or create. Do arrogance and
industry compel mankind's devastation? Such
a question drifts unanswered as I
kiss your wrist before strapping on my boots
to hurl my blood into the fray.
What's up with Santa
Chimneys not swept Santa isn't happy
He is sick of the soot making him snappy
Families have lost the one thing that gives a room soul
A roaring fire of wood or coal
Toasting your toes as well as the bread
Held in front of the coals which are glowing red
Back to Santa who is beginning to stumble
No longer mince pies, sometimes fruit crumble
The tot of whisky has become a shot and Fanta
The reindeers are fed up, with a drunk Santa.
Talking of striking which isn't pleasant
A Xmas morn without any presents
All because Santa can't say no to the offings
Quaffing the goodies that are left out for him
So come you Mam's and Dad this is the test
Chimneys clean a mince pie and tot is best
Children will wake up to a happy morn
Celebrate the day a baby boy was born.
Reindeers will be happy too, that's nice
So will the elves and the live in mice
Happy Xmas Santa, once more you have survived
Delivered the parcels and kept tradition alive
Left me a sackful that's kind of lumpy
Opened to find a red eyed Santa that's grumpy
So night night Santa time for a snooze
Remember next year to keep off the booze
Penned 22 November 2014
As a perfect scar, is the morning star,
illumed as Hemera asleep and dreamy
upon the breasts of Nyx, cold and homey,
staring, so stoic in gaze, perfect scar.
Of settings and fanta-scenes of my soul
she reminds. Of wild eyes cremating forms
and preserving mummies amid ash storms
she reminds. Of words bleeding from my bowl...
Of a plum, all of her engrained for ay
she reminds. Of hopeless fetish within
sowing on my seed bed any season
She reminds... of Oyin coming so nigh.
As blush fades away, green leaves come alive;
the bluish glow with doves, refills my rive.
Coke or Pepsi, 7-up
Pour that Sunkist in a cup
Pop a can and drink it up
So Brilliant a beverage creation
Fresca, Fanta Crush, or Sprite
Caffeine free or up all night
Each bubble burst with pure delight
What wonderful innovation
Dr. Pepper,Mountain Dew
Mug root beer, the finest brew
I'd thank the chap, but I don't know who
Invented carbonation
Griga Christmas cheer
By Lawrence M. Nunez
Christmas in Griga was a special day
We celebrated in a special way
It was never about a gift or a toy
But rather happiness and joy
The toys were good for only a day
For the good ones mommy couldn’t pay
And all we needed was Christmas cheer
No chimney we had for Santa to come
Parcels from states we did get some
Luis Liu, James Chee, and Leo Liu
McKenzie, Dick Usher and Alberto Liu
Our Stores down town fully decked out
Not with lights but friends shout out
Celebration in the air and Christmas cheer
Freshly varnished tables and chair
The sound of music in the air
Linoleum or Marley on the floor
For those that were not really poor
Like cake and Fanta we had to share
With those who brought laughter, joy and care
Blessings, glad tidings and Christmas cheer
Santa you would never see
For there was none by Carib sea
Parents worked hard for what we got
No Santa we had to sit on his lap
Jankunu for us was the mark of the day
House to house to those that would pay
For that was our Christmas cheer
Warini we had on Christmas Eve
All dressed up in banana leaves.
Jankunu on Christmas day would dance
Regally dressed, impressive as they prance
Cherikanari would be the day after that,
Hunta man and Bagasu would have their spat
And this completes our Christmas cheer.
The aircraft landed in Nigeria,
The day, 27th December, year 2018
And the airport taxi brought him home,
Mornings and afternoon's
Filled with sounds and sunshine
Amongst the family.
The affluent splendor of his foreign accent herald the days
Yuletide season! He's come from abroad, well, Europe.
* *
As the dying day dies beautifully
In the tender glow of the evening,
The hope of an epitome of the African beauty
Rose gracefully from its catacomb.
She is a lovely maiden
that looks good in a broken mirror,
Oblivious of an awful and implacable approach of doom,
She craves money and an abroad based dude for a groom.
* *
Tall and handsome like an actor
Was the deceitful Casanova.
The village stream paved the fate of their meeting,
Like magic, her heart paused for him,
Cellular numbers exchanged,
Undying love promised,
Later, three dollars and a one dollar sweater,
Lip gloss, perfume and skirt given,
Her day , made worthwhile.
* *
Driven in a Venza car,
To a home far away from home,
Bottles of Fanta, Galla and stories for compliment,
Minutes were spent , the bar and hours in room.
Her caring local boyfriend now a heap of rub-bish,
She wiggles as the iPhone
Pictures her worthless frame,
Little does she know, it'll be deleted soon.
* *
The day, 2nd January, year 2019
Maintained the ceaseless onflow of time,
"I came back from UK, to this village, to marry a wife, you my perfect choice"
Lie old as time,
Sinking deep in her heart like steel thrown in an ocean
Words made her legs wide,
Gonorrhea, syphilis and chlamydia infested,
Chill of the night, he left for UK,
Memories of her forgotten,
Too cheap a girl she was
Sadly, all which glitters ain't diamond.
She was fooled, used, dumped,
Impregnated and broken,
Now she means nothing to him, she was
Only filling the blank
Left for a white abroad woman.
A Stewart Annie Everestus's poems © 2009
'Twas a night before Blue Light Specials, when all through Ebay
Not a bargain was found, not even an iPod
The stockings were empty and coupons in disarray
In hopes that Uncle Sam will bring me a rod
The children were angry: "We want our money!!!"
With visions Three Dimensional dancing in their heads
I, mamma, in my 'kerchief pulling hair looked so funny
Had to get second job selling relaxing, cool beds...
When out in the driveway arguments and loud chatter
I sprang out of my office, see neighbor and Repo Santa
I went out to calm them and asked what was the matter
"Need to get his wheels", said he while drinking a "Fanta"
And away Santa flew, ere he drove out of sight
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!"
For Carolyn's Contest: "Commercialized Holiday Humor Contest"
Bored out of my skull in my hospital bed
You’ll be here for Christmas, the consultant said
What happened next made me bubbly as Fanta
Two nurses came in, they were dressed up as Santa
My blood pressure took by a couple of flirts
With very long legs and very short skirts
One just bent over so it’s not surprising
The other one told me my blood pressure’s rising
You won’t need a Rabi, a priest or a vicar
Ain’t nothing wrong with this fella’s ticker
Its pounding away like Cozy Powell’s drums
You don’t expect nurses to have shapely bums
One licked her lips and... crikey, she’s winking
What a good job she don’t know what I’m thinking
Oh Lord, something’s happened just like I had feared
I really could do with a full knee length beard
There’s nothing gallant about what’s in my head
With them in their scanty gear, ermine and red
But I think they’ve guessed cos there ain’t no disguising
The sweat on my brow and my temperature rising
They sit on my bed and I smirk like I’m bolder
The next thing I feel is a hand on my shoulder
The Santas remain in the world of the sleepy
In this world there’s matron...
Not sexy
Just creepy
I wish to purchase a coffee I said
confidently and with a grin
what kind of coffee would one like
said she smiling ah but then
my mind ground to a stop
not expecting an education
a simple request for a beverage
turned into an interrogation
we have mocha cappuccino
americano skinny and full fat
we provide these with chocolate
and there's sprinkles and all that
you can get one filled with
marshmallows if you'd so please
or simple have it black
and of course... we do tea's
I hope she didn't find me rude
that I upped and walked away
and bought a can of Fanta
in a shop not far away
it feels like recently
when you typed my name
our names
on a piece of paper
in our computer class that day
in Nairobi
it feels so close... learning ms word, ms excel etc
newbies to computers
yet we just focused on ourselves
lovers in the class
dreamers of love
our love
That day the weather was hot
the streets were busy
we run holding hands
free
laughing
had some chips and sausage
you had coke, i had fanta
and we explored further
Uhuru park was like our home
we loved that park
we always went there after our class
a freedom park
and truly the love was freely felt when there
we talked for hours
we planned our futures
we agreed to meet again
to be together again
it was a hard day
to say goodbye
you were going for further studies
and i was staying behind
we watched the piece of paper with our names on it
as it flew up the air
hoping
dreaming
i miss you so much
Thank you Hello by Adele. Tears....memories...more tears...
Lovely rain watered her heart
As she received his letter.
Her dream came true
No one could stop her feelings
And last decision.
She took a pen to reply his letter,
Saying "I am over the moon
Darly ,
I love you too and
I will come to be with you soon.
Your letter healed my wounds,
Recovered from chronic trauma today.
You are my angel , darling!
On this age of 40,
Some people gave me
Sleepless night
As I was still single
For a long period,
Waiting for a real man...
Like you ,
Really you Love,
And you approached me
Suddenly.
I am happy
As you spread love
Like a mat and
I ended up laying on it.
Your love is not of this planet
Earth,
Truly ,
Best friend,
Really,
Reality of hot love.
I am happy to see much rain
Which increasing seas
And dams
In this country...
After your letter.
Our relationship is really blessed
By almighty God.
I love you profoundly."
Her reply was fantastic
Than fanta on his tongue,
He wished to see her soon.
May 18/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Coming from the same plane.....
They start talking, he offers to buy her a drink which she agrees
A soft drink, it's just fanta
He shows her how to put the straw in through the lid
This is her first time using such fancy cups and lids
She is a new traveller, going for further studies
He had mentioned to her that he had already arrived to his destination, Amsterdam
But as he watches her, her shy eyes, always looking down at her drink
He suggests that they wash up after their drinks before "their next flight"
He mentions a couple of upscale rooms
She softly declines, she remembers her aunt's words to never trust anyone
This is the tourist, the man dressed in suit
The man that can smell an easy prey from far
He can smell new, naive and fresh as easily as he blinks his eyes
So many years later, the once little girl remembered the tourist
And wondered how much damage he must have caused on the shores of Mombasa during his tours, preying on poor innocent girls..
She stands at the mirror trying to straighten her short hair
He stands behind a little further watching her
Admiring her growing curves, his eyes move from her rounded bottom, to her hips and as she turns around (unaware of his presence), he continues his adventure to her chest.
This is the uncle that shamelessly buys his niece underwear
Very culturally inappropriate
He loves when she visits
This is the preteen girl, that hides a lot of this story, family can never know
This is the fifteen year old girl who goes to a 'back door clinic' and aborts
But she is not a little girl anymore, she is a well educated woman holding a phd
But with frequent relationships struggles
Once a week she goes for therapy, to help deal with her demons
Because someone messed her up
Continued............
I.
There was a young man from Milwaukee
Who forever was playing at haukee.
His deplorable luck
Was to swallow a puck,
Now he drinks all his drinks through a straukee.
II.
There was an old char who’d get teary
When confronted with weather too dreary—
It would grow more severe
When she'd guzzle some beer—
("But that’s only a theory, me dearie!")
III.
A pop-loving girl from Atlanta
Drank up numerous bottles of Fanta—
Soon a surfeit of fizz
Gave her hair so much frizz
She could whizz through the air just like Santa.
My heart has been mixed like a fresh romaine salade
you toss in the drama right along with the mozzerella cheese
before I even knew my wants I was
running away from my needs.
I'm so for love I would do a walk for it like it was AIDS.
Or travel back in time and battle for it like I was in the crusade.
But lately I've been feeling like a marago round that never ever ends.
I'm the child begging to get off but workers can't detect the problem.
Eventually I have to get off. Just like eventually it will be a man or a women
that ultimately rescues me from the insanities of single life.
Eventually I'll do a little twirl for whomever it is.
Sometimes I wonder if my standards are way too high
but than I'm afraid that if I settle I'll miss the one
I've been waiting to finally be that ride or die for.
I like the apple and the banana.
My heart must be obese because I can't seem
find my imfamous fanta girl.
*The Boy Who cried German*
Although Ikeh was as nervous as ever he still gathered a little guts to address those sluts. He always did walk around in a jumpsuit like that suitor who visits Bisi everyday. His Igbo accent flourished with pidgin diminishes his English when ever he spoke giving room for the linguist in our school to use as a case study when talking of mother tongue nonsense.
His fanta face and coca-cola leg mama Nkechi describes as a factory error of the producers of caro white. That bow leg of his Malam Audu mai shayi laughs at privately but still hails him as the next Ahmad Musa. Even the father of raggae Bob Marley would have given him an award if still breathing, he always allowed the brown village dust to cover it giving room for lace n dandruff. What of his lips? Forget about its tattered looks, the village girls gossip saying his girlfriend must be crazy to kiss those, its huge structure like the camels in the movie "The Mummy"
Yes! His girlfriend Franklin
Only God knows where she got that name from. By birth her mama n papa called her Omoshewa Ajoke Babatunde but ever since she visited the city on her arrival changing everything concerning her heritage but that fool forgot to remove her Yoruba tongue always putting a "H" in place of an "A" she loudly calls "Abigail" "Habigail" or "Again" as " Hegain"
A perfect with him.
Alas!
He dressed in an America suit trying to adjust the tie he never wore, his huge feet in a rubber sandals trying to have mutual understanding with the rough village sands using his handkerchief to wipe the excess dust the white men vehicles left behind. His nose like the back of papa Michael 190 showcasing his mighty nostrils like the twins well beside Adaobi's house. He waved at the passersby to show he just brushed his brown dirty teeth.
Now in the podium I sighted Ikeh talking with Albert the German. The microphone was now handed to him
"Oh Lord" I said closing my eyes because I know he will make a mess of the presentation bringing room to the downgrading of our village. Then in seconds my heart sank on hearing his German English. The crowd in amusement
*So Ikeh can speak English fluently?*