Best Mangoes Poems

~Under the Same Moon~

P.D.
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely...

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What shall I see when I see a picture of you 
Frame against rainbow of eternity?
I dream of you ... upon the canvas of my...

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The hyacinth stood on the dusking rise,
cerulean the waters did traverse,
the reeds consenting daylight to the skies
as pewter stones recited lapis verse.

The burning pyres of...

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Arrives the spring
Anacreontic verse 3






Allure of raindrops 
as drizzle knocks,
April arrives ...
Ecstatic Spring 
ushers joy,
Buds bloom
petals unfold,
Vibrant colours
eyes behold,
Mustard in yellow
wheat gives gold, 

Fragrant breeze...

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Giyani, my homeland, my forefathers land 
Located deep in South Africa in the Limpopo province 
Where all things are bright and beautiful 
Far from fraud...

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Rain is brewing; 
black clouds hang over the Cockpit Country.
Them rainclouds have a habit of shifting colors like a lizard.
The smell of the pending shower...

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The A to Z of Karma

The Law of Karma is very deep
As we sow, so shall we reap
The bad we do will make us weep...

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Egal your hurly-burly city,
Egal your stress bureaucracy;
Saturday I shall visit my garden,
Where I will bury all your plights
Like a slough snake long forgotten.

There await me...

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The lush mango tree in blooming youth
  dances to the whispers of summer breeze,
I remember grandpa's sheer joy in his eyes
   bubbling...

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for my good friend Akkina,

When he eats mangoes he can tango
He eats a lot his belly is like a pot
Sometimes he swallows the stone

His belly...

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A short pleasant drive through the pathway
Between the impenetrable woodlands lying untamed -
Cradled by soft wind, the scenic lush foliage I gaped at
During my recent...

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Ice has melted and wintertime is gone
Green is the evening and greener the dawn

It is the festival of green sounds my dear
It is now spring...

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Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes 
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun 
Setting on the blue and calm...

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That lonely maple tree on the mighty green hill,
still hides my secret letters and beloved quill,
Oh the jubilant friend I'd found on a summer day,
it...

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yesterday
I worked without being able to control myself
I thought I was a guy in a pot of clouds
coming out of one of the earth
frightened

at midnight...

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