Best Jackfruit Poems
How calm, how cool aah!
In the queue of betel jackfruit, mango garden
Happiness run with family
Paddy area and the mustard field.
Baisagu arrived in our village
Beautiful dance of joy, welcome
Village to replay around parties
Kham jotha thorkha playing.
Aah! so glad to live in this
Parties to the action
Great brother to help
Birds keeps rearing cattle, pigs.
Does harvest crops in the ground
Golden and green coloured design on clothes made in weaving,
Waterfall in the lake while fishing jekhai
Deer and wild boar hunt.
Waterfall behind family run
Oh! how beautiful
With beautiful gardens
Made in the field of veterinary.
World of wonder in nature
Full of joy and pain, in my village
Fight to live every moment!
How calm, how cool.
One day in summer
We were eating a jackfruit
Suddenly some flies
Smelling odor from somewhere
Came as the unwanted guests.
SWISS CHEESE
The major connoisseurs of swiss cheese
as incredible as it may seem,
are not the Swiss basement rats.,
are the "voles" from the underground of the
politics....
THINKING OF BEING HAPPY
Just thinking of being happy, our hurried
friend tied the sorrows at the foot of the table,
he took a nap on the riverbed, and when
he woke up ... put his foot in the jackfruit, put
a jacket and went to party in heaven
mouth of the street ...
POLLUTION
The noise pollution is so intense,
the sound volume is so loud that
soon, soon, soon, soon there will be
queues of patients wanting to do
ear transplant ...
WEDDING
Marriage goes through several phases until
that comes to ending ... or not ...:
Initially marriage is a love movie.
Already at home living in two, it's drama ...
In the separation, it doesn't matter who is guilty,
it's either a comedy, or a horror movie ...!
Even more beautiful than the bride
Today evening in my village
Cold and peaceful in the air flow
The scent of the land of farming
In the tree jackfruit and mango
The birds ate a lot fruits
And singing song on the trees branch
The blue sky is so holy and pure
Waterfall is flowing happily beside the village
Silence and sweet song like sing
At the meadow, the cows don't leave to eating grass
The girls eating mango's vegetables
And talking about the love
Now village road is like the design of dokhona
This is the way I walk again and again
Jump start pure peace
Peace that brings ease
Ease in sure lease
Join in the pun
Pun in fine run
Run that strings fun
Joy primes your stay
Stay with bold play
Play that hurls say
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2014
Singapore
Ghazal : Now she’s left and gone to be herself again
Now she’s left and gone away, my clothes hang dry
On the line for all to see – what a crying shame !
The lone cuckoo calls out in a haunting tone
Who hears him down here but on wing – what a shame !
Pigeons and crows balance on the clothes-line
And their droppings stain the sheets – Oh open shame !
She’s gone with shrieks from the magpies that dark day
And left me with her first born – Block my shame !
Baby cries for all to hear recall her voice
Where will it hide its face - Oh growing shame !
The musang miaows its woes in the jackfruit tree
Now that the wild she-cat roams in wayward shame
Baby gapes out the window and wonders why
If earth and sky witness bear – painful shame !
Would that the mother hear the cuckoo call
And lift her head to listen to quell my shame
The jackfruit’s ripe and sags at the tree trunk
A moaning woman at child birth - no shame
The puffed monsoon pulls its South-West skirts up
And floods the rice fields with tears, bitter shame !
Hamadryad’s hypnotic eyes turn ire red
Fate keeps the mongoose from common death – O Shame !
Still the baby’s cries in my ears call to you
What will I tell her later – wipe out shame ?
My own shame mixed with no name to call my own
No Elephant God of Wisdom can blot out shame !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The sweet pieces of a jackfruit –
As if the flies come from nowhere
In no time!
Along Lemon Lane
Down Clementine Close
Round banana bend
Past Persimmon Place
Just down Rhubarb Road
At 2 Rose-Apple Avenue
You will find old Jackfruit
On his blueberry bike
With its watermelon wheels,
Tamarind tires,
And strawberry saddle.
It's plum tricky to ride.
But he doesn't give a fig!
A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination Poetry Contest, placed 7th
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Date wrote: 7th July 2022
When I was a little kid,
I used to play with my
Little cousins,
In my grandma's huge
Old house
With no electricity...
It was a village
Filled with greenery
It was like a vacation
Home to us...
There is no pool
But there are many river, ponds,
streams, Hills and fields...
I have some naughty cousins
Accompanied me to catch fishes,
climbs up trees to
Pluck berries and mangoes,
We cooked together with our
Grandma's help...
We giggled and ran over the fields,
Played cricket without
Even knowing rules,
We fed small
Abandoned birds
We cried together
When It departed...
We grew chicks together
saved it from hawks...
We climbed the trees
For nuts and jackfruits...
Each day with my cousins
Was filled with laughter...
Old house had an open space
In the center,
Which was our bathtub
While it rained...
Old house of my grandmother
Filled only with laughter....
Every blackout nights
With the glowing
Candles and lamp,
We played hide and seek game
Unknowingly we Smashed
the bananas and jackfruit....
World of my childhood
In my grandma's old home
Filled only with laughter....
Now there is a broken house
With same greenery ,
Ponds and hills.....
My cousins were busy
With their jobs,
Our childhood has turned
Into memory,
Chatting with them rarely
Through my mobile.
FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING
My heart lies vacant
to vulnerability, voiding into
a warm womb
of larvic rebirth
October ruptures orange octagons
pregnant with pretensions for balmy bathings
cock proffered a fiery feather
to a gaping garden gate
Hot white descends metallic
blue a dappled dance darting penetrates
washing machine mumbles
garbage collectors grumble
Noon consummates to hasten tasks
tarrying towards an amber throated afternoon
flowered teacup stares
a knobbly knee-jerked knock
I crystal circle a cobalt coming containing
wizened eyes of warted beggar
into pink palms of a purpled
garmented galactic guide
Shame laced in my DNA spiral
wrinkled its parley presence
I omitted some rooibos teabags
just jackfruit jam with half a loaf of bread
Missed a moment of silent saluted seeking
though pass two score and ten
Still I cannot read a …
Flowered teacup in spring
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Songwriting2023
Strolling along the tooth-track,
I lose my vibrant way in the *Black Forest.
Jackfruit flesh is tempting.
But there’s a hell beyond the heaven.
I fall into the ravine of fatigue
from the crest of *Mysore Pak.
Kidneys and their cousins wilt.
Drugs devastate my inland.
Sugary desires die before my mouth.
Yet how long do I have to wait,
watching the interplanetary mission
and wondering at the Big Bang?
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
*Black Forest – a chocolate cake
Mysore Pak – an Indian sweet
There were liberal field, golden paddy, mild touch of south breeze
And there were you, your beautiful smiles with opening mind
There were jackfruit, plum, mango, palm, and betel-nut trees on the bank of the pond.
And there were you, the sounds of anklet-rings, the scent of tuberose hair oil.
There were creeping plants of legume, balsam-apple, cucurbitaceous, snake gourd, and all these flowers on the home yard.
And there were you, daily watering on those plants, vegetable collecting basket.
There I was happy
when you walked on the field,
when you smiled under the trees,
when you watered on the creeping plants
And there I was fully quenched seeing you surreptitiously
My shyness farewelled you silently, wiping tears
Now, I am happy when I hear your life is joyful there
This heart is nothing
just a flowery bed of love,
just a heaven of love,
just the mighty throne of love
Now, to me, the field, trees, pond, yards, creeping plants are nothing
except for a pure reflection of you
all through these, my happiness comes and goes
peacefully
delightfully
amorouslyerotically
-07.12.2020 Chattogram
11/14/22
It needs to be correctly retold
The problems came three fold
In came an extreme cold
Across the land beginning to seize hold
Giving nearly ever leaf mold
Nearby a market where there was meat sold
Experienced first hand or seen through a peephole
That was thousands of years or just a week old
In order to get it done, didn't always need gold
Droning on
According to you it was wrong
But not to GOD
Nor any dog
Regardless moving along
Staying strong
Beyond dusk and dawn
This world's f***ed up, I'm gone
Why do they always bandwagon?
What happened?
Zero if any compassion
Nobody asked them
Yet so quick to voice their hate about my actions
If only you could imagine
Sad that they laugh and backstab quick
My impact is
Like that of the Kracken
Combined with a Dragon
It's often a crap-shoot
That's the truth
Having nothing or everything to do with Black boots
Grassroots
Or Jackfruit
Feeling sad with the blues
Why is it that far too often it's bad news
To the treasury note i lost with
I was without exotic notes
Taught in hardened testaments for quote
And speak of troubles i would have
Save the bested efforts tilled by young
Haddingstone and young it was
Countered verse lustra’s bugs
From grand ire back long to nepal
She granted means
Leaving no measures
Destroyer of rain
Remover of wash
Sleeping sees
Ossian’s loss
contest : Alpha Rhymes
sponsor : Joseph May
3.9.25
PLACED 3RD : Standard Contest
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APPLE BLOSSOMS CAUGHT DREAMY EYES
fairy farm was ablaze with fruity trees
gentle breezes swayed laden branches
canaries sang, cows mooed, all at ease
FIGS, GRAPES, HACKBERRY, IMBE, JACKFRUIT
with Turkish splash pool glimmering awaited
tiny tier temple newly whitewashed invited
brass buddha bell and rose garden gated
KITES LAY MOTIONLESS NOTICEABLY OBVERT
which leisure activity would we choose
as fruity farm holiday commenced covert
like in paradise peacock strutted with goose
PEACH, QUINCE, RASPBERRY, STRAWBERRY TARTS
stole our minds, stomach and hearts
this heavenly place embraced tired souls
stress dissolved in nature’s eloquent role
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