Best Naan Poems
A young shepherd living near the hill,
taking his flocks everyday to drumlin.
He wonders deeply while sitting upon the rocks,
looking at afar house while feeding his flocks.
The shepherd's desire is fantasy of afar home,
that has golden windows behind hedge of anemone.
He wonders if the windows of the house are gold
how other appurtenance of the house are mould?
He starts his journey to there, finally after some time,
going along the way across the hill while biting a loaf of naan.
When arrives, he finds the house in fully collapsed condition.
There are no golden windows but a poor crumbled house.
He looks to his own house down the drumlin
surprised by the heavenliness of his own dwelling
The sun was casting back on his house's stained windows
just like the sparkling on the gold as the sun downs
Categories:
naan, adventure, allusion, desire, home,
Form:
Narrative
udan pirappe,
ezhathil neeyum, tamil naatil naanum
avathi padukindrai nee,
vedhanai en nenjil nanba
naan unnai paarthathilai.
mozhiyal ondranom,
vazhkai veruthan, aanal
un kanil kanner, en kanathil odukinrathey!
enna aaruthal solven nanba?
un kannerai kaanum naan
onrum seiyamudiyavillaye
vetkapaduvatha, vethanai paduvatha?
Categories:
naan,
Form:
chat patois certainly not a pita stuffed to a naan to scoop
fingers to speak the food to **** on a cliff and rub an ass
not a mesa here we have toilet to use a brain of a stone age
smile I was never constipated the sushi and cheese
let's craze the kale and the cleanse with maple syrup and why not
a flush of cards to send you to hell as the sun will rise
Categories:
naan, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.
Kebabs stinking of extra onion, chilli and garlic sauce,
Soaking up beer and chasers, churning innards;
Chinese takeaway cartons slung in gutters,
Spraying noodles and rice with random artistry.
Spiralling fumes of vindaloo, popadums and naan
Swirl, snake, samba under neon rain;
CCTV super models, skirts no more than belts
Hiked under hips, distended abdomens drooping with gravity.
Navels pierced, studded, impaled with fake silver,
Flesh faintly turning green-tinged;
The high heeled stagger continues at ankle-breaking
Precariousness; teetering and stumbling, acrobatically drunk.
Swimming heads reject the motion sickness,
And vomit starts to rise, disgorged, spattering the wet paving
With rainbows of liquid colour abstraction,
Trickled with a gleeful pale amber stress incontinent stream.
It’s easy for a casual observer to plead for escape from
This planet of the apes, but have a heart – they’re young,
Free and doomed beyond all relative conception.
Why not be cool, have fun?
Categories:
naan, life, people, places, social,
Form:
Blank verse
Once a friend of mine invited me for lunch
A celebration he planned for his book launch,
The book was on traditional Indian cuisine, I knew
No very different from its modern cousin or new.
I was hesitant to join for my stomach was upset
He pleaded with me, let the plan not get upset.
I must join the friend’s party, how could I say no
For it was a special event in his life, I should know.
He would take care, being an accomplished chef
For me, he assured, food would be entirely safe.
I decided to not enter into a friendly row
But to go, occupy a chair in the back row,
Enjoy the lunch as best I could to the last course
And not utter a word about stomach, of course.
I went for the lunch on a winter day quite chilly
Vowing to avoid the food items with lots of chilli.
Through morning my friend made things all ready
For the party he threw, guests had arrived already.
While cheese and toast rested untouched for a while
We proposed a toast to his success as a chef of style.
Matching the rhythm of our warm and soft whine
Rose red wine rose and swirled in shining glasses thin.
I was delighted to see on the table dishful curd
So much good for my stomach, I shouldn’t discard.
The fat naan was so liberally buttered all over
None possibly would have eaten in their life ever,
Flat bread made of finest flour of well bred wheat
Looked like blooming flowers on the floral plate.
The flavor of famous basmati rice as it would rise
I would favor to have it instead of bread to be wise,
Sprinkle of spring onion with smell of spring in fish curry
Added to the gastronomic delight, a treat far to carry,
Meat in gravy with basal green layer of fresh basil leaf
Could meet the culinary acumen of any expert chef,
The salad of beet root, leek, lime and touch of olive
Could beat any such combo in the world, I believe.
Before scoops of ice cream could bury the red berry
The dessert disappeared as if in desert heat in a hurry.
My friend’s hospitality won the hearts of one and all,
Thanking him amply we departed before the nightfall.
We expressed the appreciation for the food aloud
As much as our satiated minds sincerely allowed.
December 3, 2017.
Categories:
naan, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Pan: Betel. Or quintessentially creole, made anew, pan-American music
Aloo: also Native American, the staff of life, versatile with curry
Naan: often translated roti, chapati, dhaalpuri, but not rotisserie
Dholak: the drums that doubled (not Doubles) as tassa, for Hosay
I : I, too, know bitter sugar, the syrupy blood of plantations
Tasted: Tasted the brotherhood of the boat, in another middle passage
Appointments: with pen. She is a better pendit than Claude McKay, CLR, VS ...
Categories:
naan, 12th grade, allegory, america,
Form:
Acrostic
Chuka Nnabuife: Nwoke Na Mma
(Ab? p?r? iche maka mmemme ncheta ?gb?gba ah? iri ise nke Sa Chuka Nnab?ife)
Izunna Okafor dere ab? a
A s? na mma nwoke b? mpempe akw?kw?
Mana nke ah? b? maka nd? ?j? akw?kw?
Maka na onye g?t? akw?kw?, ma o kwegh? ya
Mgbe ah?, ? s? ka ? ga bute ego
Maka na ? kpazie ya aka n'?n?, ? s? na ego b? mma nwoke
?f?d? s?kwa na ogologo imi b? mma nwoke
Mana nke ah? b? maka nd? j?tara ?n? ha
Onye lechaa onwe ya n'enyo, h? na ? d? ka isi mkpi
Mgbe ah?, o cheta na ogologo imi b? mma nwoke
Maka na ya onwe ya b? ?s? ohu imi
Nd? ?ka s?kwa na mma nwoke b? n'af? ?n?
N'ihi na ha onwe d?ka ihu mm??
Ego kwàrà ha, ogologo imi erugh?kwa ha aka.
Ha wee ghàdozie aka n'af? ?n?
We kwubezie na af? ?n? b? mma nwoke
N'ime ihe nd? a niile
Nke b? eziokwu b? na ?ha obodo maara mm?? ka ukwu
Maka na e jigh? nkume elele isi kara aka
Ngàla nwa ebuli b? n'ihe chi ya jiri g?z?e
Mana ka m mme ka ? mara
O nwere otu nwoke nwere ihe nd? a niile
? b? maaz? Chuka Nnab?ufe
? b?gh? naan? na ? g?r? akw?kw?
Kama ogologo imi ya ha ka nke ele
Af? ?n? ya hakwa ka nke ag?
Mpe mpe akw? na-esi juputakwara n'akpa ya
Maka na a s? onye ji ya ruru ab??, ya gwuru
Lekene nwoke na mma
? b? ogologo o toro ka ?n? nkw?
Ka ? b?z? ?t?t? akara chi jiri g?zie ya
Nd? be any?, a na-eked? oke ji n'az? ?ba?
? ch?? ya n'?gba mb?, ? h? ya
? ch?? ya n'ise ihe, ? h? mkp?s? aka ya
? nwaa ya n'egwu, ? h? na ? b? keleke
? ch?zie ya n'ihe odide, ? h? na ya na Achebe b? ofu nne
?r? mgbasa ozi b?z?kwaara ya mmiri ?ñ?ñ?
Af? ?ma ya na-akp? n'ala ka nne eke
? b? nwoke maara ezi okwu
?g?g? isi b?kwaara uhie ?n?
Oge ?b?la, ihu na-at? ya am? ka ?k?r? nnewi
Maka na ? gh?tara n'elu ?wa d?ka ah?a otu
N'ihi ya keduz? ihe mmad? na-echegburu onwe ya.
Nd? be any?, keduz? ebe any? ga-ebido wee g?s?ba
? b? nd? o mere eme ka ? b? nd? ? ka na-eme eme
? b? na nd? o buru p?ta ?wa
Ka ? b? na nd? ? r?taara onwe ya
N'eziokwu, a d?gh? ama ?garanya n'af? nto
Maka na oke ji n'abala ad?gh? az? ihu ?ba
Maaz? Chuka b? oke nwoke
Ka m ka gbado ya ebe a maka mgbe ?z?
Maka na oke mm?? n?kar?a n'?gb?
?m??kp? ekenye ya ?t?
©Izunna Okafor, 2018
Categories:
naan, birthday,
Form:
Epic
A FAMILY
“Anna” is so happy to declare,
by lottery she has won a “race car”.
“Mom” rushed and hugged her daughter.
“Dad” came and burst into laughter.
“Anna” told ‘I can’t drive but to go to “my gym”.
Brother “Bob” said ‘To drive “race car” is my dream.
Also, it’s my “civic” duty to drive for her.
After all she is my favorite “sis” elder.
In the kitchen cute kitten tried to” peep.”
It was after cook “Eve” for milk to sip.
“Madam” was busy with a cauldron
and told ‘“No melon, no lemon” this morn.
I am making butter “naan” for lunch.
“Don’t nod”, today I can’t prepare much.
Try light meal this “noon”, my Dear.
At “eve” ‘ll have party! Am I clear?’
“Aha” “Bob” just to rejoice.
“Wow” “Anna” raised her voice,
“Madam Eve” please arrange for cocktail.
See: My goblet to fill up to this” level”.
Regarding my favorite drinks, I must "refer"
to put red wine in red goblet to look " redder".
10/06/18
Second place
'Palindromes II' Contest by Joseph May.
Categories:
naan, appreciation, happiness, joy,
Form:
Couplet
Bacon,mushroom blue cheese melt
Chicken tikka naan
Salmon ciabatta
Sweet & sour slice
Vegetable loaf
Calorie
Free !
Categories:
naan, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
Vishav anthha goom goom sah vansha Jam chakara bayhdem na chotam prithvi loakha nir goon ahankara bashi bhootam naan priya na shaskaly nir paapm sang hasth dhehk adhiyoag mhakal...
Vashi booth samprpyami
Om. Maa
15:30
Categories:
naan, boat,
Form:
Blank verse
If you haven't tried naan bread
Dipped in butter chicken sauce, it's on the edge
Almost wet my pants
Fell into a trance
People talked to me but I stayed mute I regret
Categories:
naan, food,
Form:
Limerick
Infamy , infamy
Whu does life have it infamy
And how do i know this
May i refer you to merely today's
prime example
Earlier i ordered my regular
Chicken Jalfrezi made bespoke
mild , 3 crackers , rice and
a naan bread
From Saffron my favorite Indian
takeaway
Got home only to find what's
in the bag is this
Not 3 but 1 cracker and
zero naan bread
Ok not a train crash as such
i can still make this work
Until i innocuously knocked
the table
And spilt my coke all over it
So in effect what i had or shall
i say was left with was this
No drink , no naan bread
1 cracker and curry and rice
swimming in coke
And after that was forced
into eating
The only thing i had left in my
kitchen and cupboard
A bowl of cereal with very little
milk and half dry toast
Categories:
naan, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Baker's Dozen
Taste hot from oven
butter naan
baked over dozen.
10/08/18
'Baker's Dozen'Contest by Maureen McGreavy
Categories:
naan, appreciation, food,
Form:
Free verse
With coriander cumin turmeric
basmati rice saffron and spice
onions chilli peppers
and all things nice
with chapati and chutney
a samosa or two
naan for starters
rogan josh vindaloo
not eye-watering
but tasty is best
tandoori tikka masala
korma's a meal with zest
chicken lamb chickpeas or lentils
a dinner for two you do not hurry
allow what you've got to simmer in the pot
if you want a winner curry
Categories:
naan, food, fun, humor, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme