Exercising a little each day
Brightens up the mind
And get lots of selfie photos.
Goosebumps, Grandpa
When I walk into the woods
I scream, found wild chillies.
When Manong visited in front of the house
There are many fish in the water
What is the menu in the evening?
To be honest, I never value birthday
Till I opened my Facebook
Many greeted me today. Thank you!
Categories:
chillies, celebration, homework, life, nature,
Form: Tercet
Soupers as lovers unite, with spoons and bowls held high,
All soups from broths to chunky chowders, they'll try.
Making steamy affairs in poems that burn and delight,
To fill the world with soup, that's their plight!
With spoons like scepters, ladles toppled full for the fight,
They struggle as wordsmiths with all their might!
Adding chillies, spices and herbs, to en-flame the brew,
They take aim with stakes to drive into apathy's stew.
So here’s to all soupers, lovers of muse, noble and true,
As they dish up their broths, lost souls, to bring to,
With their bouillon and bisque, mulligatawny and minestrone.
Let's say bon aperitif to them all, with a hoot, yippee and whoopee!
Categories:
chillies, muse, poetry, poets, soulmate,
Form: Rhyme
Mulligatawny, soup for you,
Uniquely, peppered, seasoned through,
Lots of ingredients, we might use,
Lentils, a mustard seed or two,
Interesting flavours, we might choose,
Garlic, chillies, tamarind too,
Adapting, finding, something new,
Trial and error, tastes good, it's true,
Always learning, that's what we do,
Warming, nourishing, filling too,
North, South, East, West, the whole world through,
Your soulful bowl, of poet's stew.
Categories:
chillies, appreciation, food, imagery, poetry,
Form: Acrostic
Fantasy ...
Farmer chills
even on heap of chillies
After all, chilles are his babies
he nursed, made it ready for dishes
Harvest joy, no less than a winner
Time to voyage in blissful orbiter
Not as a toiling Farmer
But as a harvesting Emperor
Reality ...
Though deity of food, fodder
Farmers, unaware of own future
Will crop be meager or bumper?
Will his efforts satiate hunger of poor?
Hail Deity of arable land treasure
Prioritise resolving issues of farmer
Else, Deity may curse in different manner
May quit farming, trigger epidemic hunger
________________________________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????
Categories:
chillies, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
In summer we shatter into pieces of grief
In autumn we decay as a fallen leaf
Mizzling rain that dribbles down begrimed window pane
Binds me to the chain of an old memory lane
Making balance betwixt two way traffic of solace and pain
like cold blooded amphibians and fishes that are tame
Sheperd that stands on the bridge betwixt life and death
Playing flute with petrichor emanating through breath
Taste of green chillies burn,bloom of lillies bewilder
Come,as the new rainbow,as the rebuilder
In winter we melt as white sheet of snow ,and disappear
and again we condense like colourless water,and reappear
In spring we renew with heather, hopes and flowers
to fly our kites high above clouds and showers
Written:05-06-2023
Categories:
chillies, beautiful, black love, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
P - Perched on a fruit bearing tree you will see me
A - Attracting everyone with my alluring colours
R - Ripe fruits are my all time favourite
R - Red chillies too I love to eat
O - Often I imitate human voice
T - Talking my pictures is great fun
That was past.
Now I live in a cage, a lonely life,
I can't move much, cannot fly,
no one to talk to, no family,
I wish I was not so beautiful,
I wish I couldn't imitate humans...
Please set me free. I beg of you.
With the coming of corona,
you would have hopefully,
understood my plight.
At least now set me free!
One thing is for sure,
if man doesn't set free all in his captivity,
he will be caged in his house forever.
Date: 7/22/2020
Categories:
chillies, bird,
Form: Personification
My goosebumps have goosebumps
They are plain to see
I can't believe
How this came to be
Exploring this old haunted house
I'm feeling quiet uneasy
My hackles are raised
Any my stomach is queasy
Not alone in this house
I got the willies
But that's not all
My spine has the chillies
Goosebumps on my goosebumps
Buckling with fear
I see a frightening sight
Coming out of that mirror
Lost my voice
Can't seem to scream
That specter looks familiar
It's someone I've seen
I slowly back up
To flee this place
I look again and realize
Its my chicken face
My goosebumps lost their goosebumps
But I still have some
And they are telling me
Run fraidy-cat run
Goosebumps Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
11/4/19
Categories:
chillies, fear,
Form: Rhyme
feel chillies
in the scream of desolation
when lost my dreams
only stays in mirrors
colourless,dull my laughs
hits
dark at my painting
while to be in my fires
stops on my brush
silent,broken my desires
Categories:
chillies, allegory,
Form: Alliteration
Candidate
that's my wife's business,
he will make it for you, not tomato sauce but grated coconut sauce which is fried without oil wrapped in banana leaves like pepes.
It is wonderful for a tongue that is saliva due to the rash of the savory aroma of coconut and banana leaves and kaffir lime leaves and the scent of garlic and the sharpness of chillies.
"Besides your house, near the sapodilla tree," replied Mas Sorjan when Selo proposed that his place was near the goat's cage.
"Yes, it can be an appetizer, when Selo says while lifting a bunch of bananas, baked until the skin is charred it will be really tasty."
I fell in love with Karsita
She is not a virgin
I do not care
She was frustrated by his disbelief
I do not care
She cares
Today, he herded ravines and ravines
Splitting the sun into three parts
Mix all kinds of recipes.
Your tongue will be messed up
What should I do?
What do you need?
Is not a wife?
Is it not the head of the treasury?
What about tongue-breaking?
Like the chaos of trapped people like the chaotic President who wants to be
Categories:
chillies, care, city, culture, love,
Form: Political Verse
Losing self
I lose myself
In many colours of my child's laughter
In soft caress of those candid smiles
In sleepless nights of innocent cries,
I lose myself
On busy roads that once led to school
On weekends usually long awaited
On festivals and family celebrations,
I lose myself
As I pass by the shopping malls
As I wait outside of cinema halls
As I queue up for Nando's n chillies,
I lose myself
To relive memories etched in time.
Written October 31, 2018
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Categories:
chillies, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Kavanaugh the Jury’s out, guilty or not guilty... you decide!
Supreme judge divine
or lying swine?
Suspect Diaper
Smelly and crappy
must change nappy!
Phew what’s that smell
Left parting ‘gift’
farted in lift!
Hangover from hell
Too much drink ...
sick in sink
Burning from both ends
Oops, I forgot
chillies are hot!
Vasectomy Clinic Appointment
Undoes his zip –
time for snip!
Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire
Driving his car -
dropped his cigar!
Six-word couplet series Encore
Sponsored by Mark Toney
10/7/18
Categories:
chillies, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Six-Word Couplet Series
Lie spy
Innocent victim dies
Novichock poisoner lies
No deal Brexit
Has Theresa May
Had her day?
Donald Trump
He’s a deadbeat -
Read daily tweet!
Is he really the President
Donald is reckless
Ruthless and feckless
Pure indulgence
I devour candy
Whilst drinking brandy
Burning from both ends
Oops, I forgot
chillies are hot!
Vasectomy Clinic Appointment
Undoes his zip –
Time for snip!
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Six-Word Couplet Series Contest
9/22/18
Categories:
chillies, body, food, humorous, political,
Form: Couplet
As rain starts to drizzle
cooling our sizzled body
aroma travels through the window
making neighbours hysteric;
Onions make sense
With whisper of pumpkin seed
A dash of garlic, grated
Green chillies choke breath.
Lentils, wobbling peanuts
Snow white Basmati
A Kechri.
Fire burns, widows sleep.
Summer Cooking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
26th June, 2018
Categories:
chillies, poetry,
Form: Free verse
‘‘Twas in those mountains of south Scillies
lived three tribes, first was the silly Bybillies,
men wear fancy frocks, women wear frillies
second of the tribes were tough big bullies,
they were known as mountain Blowbillies
so tough they eat tons of red hot chillies,
third of the tribes grew roses and tiger lilies
this friendly group best known as Hillbillies,
wild and free never visited any big cities
one night all three tribes met at uncle willies
he had the very best barn and good facilities,
sadly a fight broke out between Blowbillies
Hillbillies and Bybillies caused awful activities,
Bybillies ate all the Blowbillies red hot chillies,
Blowbillies were all wearing frocks and frillies,
Hillbillies were all smelling of roses and lilies.
5/8/2018
Categories:
chillies, humor, mountains, relationship,
Form: Monorhyme
My heart, this morning, says sorry to you,
It apologized for what it had done,
It apologized for all the pain it had caused,
It apologized to everyone,
For falling in love with her beautiful dress,
For loving the shape of her curve,
For falling in love with the dance that she did,
For falling in love with hors d’oeuvres,
The caramelized onions, pizza wheel, chicken waffle,
And lentil meatballs on a stick,
And eating all the strawberry buttermilk donuts,
And eating until you were sick,
My heart, this morning, says sorry to you,
My beautiful stomach and gut,
Especially sorry for those chillies I ate,
And sorry to my tender butt.
Written 5th February 2018, entered into luloos contest "best poem in February" . this has never been entered into any contest :)
Categories:
chillies, food, humor, humorous, sorry,
Form: Personification
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