It's been a long time
Not going up and down the mountain
I love the exercise of walking
I miss the view of the mountain
Everything is starting to turn green
Grass and trees, roadside flowers blooming
The rice plants are turning gold
A month or so ready for a harvest
I want to walk beside the shallow river
And feel the coarse sand in my feet
An afternoon bath is a truly consoling
To pass away the city hussle-buzzle stress
Life in the mountain is quiet lonely
With nature with me thus makes me happy
Living here is simple and very rural
The food are exotic, air is fresh
The water is a cleansing power
Everything you do is organic and fruitful
If technology is applied here is a double joy
The advantage here is such a remarkable achievement.
Categories:
buzzle, adventure, life, nature, technology,
Form: Narrative
Birds chirp with joy;
It's the Queen's day.
Smells of delight from beautiful flowers;
It's the Queen's day.
Swarm of bees joyfully buzzle in the air;
It's the Queen's day.
Gentle cool breeze moves;
It's the Queen's day.
Every first day of the new year
Is Queen's day.
It's time to celebrate;
It's Queen's day.
Dedicated to Abiodun Akinwale (Habeedeex)
Categories:
buzzle, birth, birthday, celebration, day,
Form: Light Verse
Scary Cat.
There's a huzzle in the trees, there's a huzzle in the trees.
What can it be?
Go look, go see
the huzzle in the trees
Is it tall, is it small?
Is anything there at all?
If it is do give a call
do you need my help?
Is it friend or is it foe?
If it bites just yelp.
Now see here you scared cat
there's nothing to see but trees
the huzzle buzzle that you hear
is just a soft warm breeze.
It's not much good you'd be
if I needed thee, if I were indeed to call.
It's just as well there's nothing to tell
As there's nothing there at all.
Categories:
buzzle, animal, cat, children, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Flung are the petals blue and purple
Spread bare and bask the sun
And send the fragrance to call the silky breeze
The swarm of bees booze and buzzle
While the dry leaves hiss
I wait for you with bated breath
Come, my dear friend quick
As a piece of magic cloud
Drops of dew here is not sufficient
To drench me full
So the need of the hour is the drizzle rain
Drip, drip to pour over my head
And to wet my mouth and tickle my toe
I need the soft touch of a feather or flake
My dear friend, are you flying in quick?
Categories:
buzzle, love,
Form: Free verse