Calabash Poems - Poems about Calabash

...He had a big schnozzola and sang with bold hat and smile. Heard on the old Victrola, one of his tricks to beguile. It was fo, lo, dee, oh, do, in old New Orleans city. But that was ages ago. ......Read the rest...

...In your latter days you had a good life You sat under the mahogany tree near your hut Watching the village as they moved about with their duties. At night you were a storyteller Telling the peopl......Read the rest...

...In the calabash of life, a profound journey unfolds as the space gracefully passes the baton in the art of apprenticeship. Success resonates like a fine chant, akin to the resonance of the......Read the rest...

...When he sees That cameleon stops to change colour, tell him to check it proper may be his sight is not right. When she sees a cobra Tell her to make hot porridge In the calabash and ......Read the rest...

...The morning started off with a bang with the noisy traffic speeding bountifully along, the early morning drivers shouting from their cars about the order and the disorder, while the loud horns contin......Read the rest...

...Cheater into the bottle,    His wife loved him so much , One day she woke up and found his husband into the bottle near the main door. She was so confused , She could not  bottle up  t......Read the rest...

...Stop to cry Crying day and night Your soulmate is coming Insomnia  will disappear When he will appear No more sleepless night, No more frustration when you see good couples, No more imag......Read the rest...

...we may have the blues should stop then we will amuse choose the proper shoes read news page by page when my bright mind may engage could see cat in cage constant covenant good looks appear......Read the rest...

...Reeds and dry mud walls, Into whose crevices, weaving needles and knives are fixed. Iron sheets of rust on top, (The only modern feature!) With leakages through which we can even visualize the su......Read the rest...

...The sun blazed like a hearth Upon the helpless earth As I strutted from the stream, My calabash filled to the brim. I saw him lose his footing, He fell and hurt his shin But he fixed his gaze o......Read the rest...

...(Series: A prisoner needs love) I got wild – called for a spice Told my chest to set my heart on fire I need not to be white – I need to be black When I saw the assembly of slanderers i want ......Read the rest...

...Back on Baker Street - pulling on a calabash pipe. Paganini and Bach stream through a cracked third-story window. The Merseybeat’s… the disaffected Pink Floyd years, Mary Jane brain, mulling ......Read the rest...

...And we sat under A gazebo that sat Under palm trees, Standing and smiling At our seashore, Emptying kegs of Palmwine in our Calabash and... And then emptying The calabash in our St......Read the rest...

...Poems are sliding out of my eyes today Running down my cheeks and smearing my fey I tried to catch one, but it bit me on the petootsie. That will teach her, said a new muse name Mootsie. Mootsi......Read the rest...

...I called you my Ruth, but you refused Ruth to Root Your name is like a silver spoon, but you prefer to be called back of a pot that is as dark as charcoal You are Ruthless from birth You have no......Read the rest...