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Fruity Farm Holiday

 
contest : Alpha Rhymes 
sponsor : Joseph May
3.9.25
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APPLE BLOSSOMS CAUGHT DREAMY EYES 
fairy farm was ablaze with fruity trees
gentle breezes swayed laden branches
canaries sang, cows mooed, all at ease

FIGS, GRAPES, HACKBERRY, IMBE, JACKFRUIT 
with Turkish splash pool glimmering awaited
tiny tier temple newly whitewashed invited 
brass buddha bell and rose garden gated

KITES LAY MOTIONLESS  NOTICEABLY OBVERT
which leisure activity would we choose 
as fruity farm holiday commenced covert
like in paradise peacock strutted with goose

PEACH, QUINCE, RASPBERRY, STRAWBERRY TARTS 
stole our minds, stomach and hearts
this heavenly place embraced tired souls
stress dissolved in nature’s eloquent role

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In the Wake of Transformation

Affirmed & Perfect
I looked at my reflect, 
Green T-shirt paired with black pants, 
Hopes of bright future surged ahead. 

I waited long, till a van came, 
Reached late when class had already commenced, 
Nervous and unknown in that herd, 
I thought, 
Someone would know the Aditi I left. 

With each passing day, 
I, too, failed to recollect. 
Adjusting among peers, 
I left laughter, fun and ease. 

All still went well, 
Until I was mocked for which I was best. 
Making a front bencher hide at last, 
Uninterested to struggle further,
She surrendered too fast. 

Leaving her nurturers disheartened, 
She cried alone at dark nights on bed. 

Simultaneously, a heart break came. 
Cracking a whole of four chambers in million shards. 
I remember I had said;
'Changes & Adjustments can't be for vain'. 

I didn't knew, 
How a white lie was used;
To ease our worries, 
For the uncertain future ahead.

fulcrum of a rose

the pivot shifted when emptiness gave way
to acceptance that the heart is a treasure chest
of fragrance that comes with perfumed aroma
sweet smelling crises at turning point for love

their union had commenced like pink cotton candy
paradise made in heaven and soft silken sheets
pheromones of adventure passion and longing
inhaled from petals of sentience and youthful desire

as time passed and droughts threated the marriage
resentments fear insecurities and anger resurfaced
and they came to regret not having planted alongside
lavender sage and marigolds to salve and to savour 

thwarted by such negligence and self-righteousness
pink blossoms dried up as thorns pierced their hearts
and when they sought refuge in arguments and booze
poison intoxicated what had once been a blessing

cut down to pitiful size at loneliness’ fulcrum 
tears alone would not rescue the rose from demise
the rest of such floral narration is written with blood
of salvation and the miraculous gift of honest recovery

Our New Myths

Light years before
history began to take itself seriously
we commenced to spin our myths.

We carry these unread books,
to where this ancient world
has erupted from the molten
to solid ground. Enter this malleable
and imaginary planet
speaking of improbable odysseys
and sagas.
              
None may advance
unless the impossible be made possible.
               imagine such,
               and re-weave tapestries,
of an on-going mythology
                from newfound visions.

I also convey this free-range poetry
as a gift to myself,
planting seeds of fable and fiction,

knowing that the unthinkable,
                          the inconceivable,
can, and will be born
into the willing womb of tomorrow.

September

Its September
Where is your rain muse ?
weve got our Autumn here
I'm drawing a line
on Summer past
like some bedraggled dragon
its  chore has commenced
The buddleia is slightly drawn
and the red roses have died down
The Fern tree is re-splendid
in its promise
potted under my Robina
There's spinach and broad beans
for spring

Her Bow is Blue

Romance commenced with quiet strolls,
with pleasing smiles, to ball commits.
There’s a tango of scented souls.
Ascent of a fantasy spritz.

Bright pretty skies; her bow is blue.
This coolish day, with yellow rays.
Serenity; a splendid view;
slight freckles and her hair ablaze.

Fresh air frenetically vaults
with sweet talk like a lullaby.
The pitter patter of hearts’ waltz.
Affair tonight - a gown, black tie.

He’s snazzy in black, shiny shoes.
The stars and moon! More so, her blues!

FOUR CUBED

FOUR CUBED

Four words a line,
Four lines a stanza.
Four of these comprise
Ms. Hawley’s next extravaganza.

Three words won’t satisfy;
Five are too numerous.
And, one more condition,
She’d like it humorous.

That’s two verses done
And I’ve barely commenced.
It’s not my nature
To write lines condensed.

But, if she insists,
I’ll follow her law.
Sixty one, sixty two,
Sixty three, sixty four.

cruelty to toads

the toads do not dive
they plop into the scummy pond
pale green bellies floating beneath them
like airbags
they paddle and back-stroke
through the weedy water
as slow as inflatable boats

when i visit them
i turn into a kid
lobbing pebbles into the spawny drink
to watch them scatter
they remind me of fat men
hastily departing a swimming pool

it is a joke i prank them with
i keep doing this
until they turn to glare at me
heads half-submerged
eyes bulging with indignation

once it began to rain heavily
raindrops crashed into the pond
like exploding peanut shells
.
the toads commenced to croak in unison
the noise almost drowning-out
the sound of the pelting rain

no doubt they were bidding me
to go drown somewhere

Vague

The poor cloud pouring tears in form of rain
Said someone, "He must be in pain"
Another recalled, "but his happiness was in the lamp
Safe & arcane"
Commenced the wise, "but now it's in vain
Don't you remember the presence of hurricane?
Almost impossible, the removal of the stain 
Truth for the humans, for the vampires, vervain! 
Cause here's July, the reason for everyone's disdain!"

Hiding Place

Yesterday, I ran away from home. 
I no longer felt welcome there. 
So, I commenced to roam. 
Where am I?  No one knows where! 

I've had lots of hiding places - 
like inside a barrel of wine. 
I make sure to leave no traces - 
That aftertaste ain't mine.   

One day, I hid behind your couch.
You didn't know I was there,
and once inside a roo's pouch 
'til I bounced out in the air 

I've been to every place and land,
Traveling mostly by balloon.
Once, I decided to expand,
and I sailed up to the moon.

But, I am getting lonely, see - 
because I'm so good at hiding.
So, I will tell you secretly 
the tricky place I'm residing.

Yesterday, I ran away from home 
Guess what - I'm hiding in this poem.

Fartina

Could there be anything sweeter,
than our little dog named Fartina,
I wanted to see less of wretched in-laws,
they no longer come over because,
the gaseous funky green cloud,
emitting from Fartina makes me so proud.

I dare say we no longer have mice,
who now stay outdoors, how nice.
When Fartina goes to the vet,
it's a sure bet-
the leery vet techs yell, "Fartina's here!"
and the snooty lady in the waiting room
with the poodle holds her nose, oh dear!

At our family birthday party,
Fartina decided to get frankly, farty.
Our guests were all in a dither,
their faces crinkled, then quivered.
Til, lo and behold, a knock on the door,
pesky political  solicitors once more!
Well, lovely Fartina took care of that-
a silent savage air biscuit commenced,
and our unwelcome visitors quickly
vaulted over the fence.
These days bad news travels fast,
but the flatulent antics of Fartina
makes laughter last. ~

Of Passages on Pages of Time

Used books were sold each semester.
Los Angeles City College bookstore, and
California State University, Long Beach ...
They, too, sold used books.
I've been in possession of some -
Students felt fortunate stumbling on the right one,
For some classes commenced without certain books -
"Liberation Theology" was one such book-
I'd already own a copy signed by Dr. Cornell West
He spoke at Dr. Maulana Karenga's center one Sunday.

The point I want to make is:
Some used books held handwritten notes-
Students left their marks on pages of time.
And as the years passed, I formed a habit -
That habit told me not to borrow library books.
Why?  I read, and like breeze with leaves, I twiddle words.
To deface another person's property... how trifling. 
And so, I'd browse Barnes & Noble, and
Thrift stores housing books I would purchase and cherish.
For I know countless poems will come to mind
For I have seen haiku moments in my travels,
For when I die, find me on pages of time.

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Zero, One, or Two

I

Two wiener dogs and their owners so proud
Approached each other right there on the green.
Then, the hounds commenced at yapping so loud.
But that wasn’t the dangdest thing I’d seen.

One of them’s front bit the other one’s butt.
At once, the other one’s front did the same.
This baffling case was not open and shut.
Those who saw it didn’t know who to blame.

I can’t believe what I saw on the lawn,
Because it all happened there so neatly.
In an instant, both yaps and dogs were gone -
They had devoured each other completely.

II

Don’t listen to that fool - I’m his brother.
I saw the wieners who had no muzzle.
He tells the wrong stumper, there’s another -
Quite a different confounding puzzle. 

One ‘et t’other, while t’other et the one. 
Which was out, which was in, no man could tell,
But there remained but one, not two or none.
One endured; one, a sadder fate befell.  

III

Don’t listen to them, I’s little sister.
I saw what really happened, if you please.
There warn’t none, nor one, but two left, mister, 
But uncommon strange, they switched identities.

Mother Earth, the Sage

In the depth of the night, a concerto commenced,
With drums of thunder and a melody of rain.

Wind flutes played loud sniveling notes,
Carrying pulsating tunes in blustery tones.

Streaks of lightening, with their baton of light,
Led the blasting orchestra with dynamic might.

Trees swayed wildly, leaves scattered with force,
Rain soaked the paths, shattering dense shadows.

As dawn tiptoed, with the sun’s gentle caress,
Melodic whistles, cheeps and croaks took the stage.

Blue bonnets danced, greeting butterflies and bees,
Jays and cardinals capered under the radiant trees.

Hummingbirds frolicked around the buds of paintbrush, 
Grackles called out in an enthusiastic rush.

Scissor-tailed flycatchers hovered, tails unfurled,
Charmed their mates with their squeaks and chirrs.

Pinkladies and Firewheels in their spectacular array,
Welcomed the day, luring pollinators their way.

The storm disappeared, giving way to a tranquil zephyr,
Joyfulness prevailed, in awe of Mother Earth’s endeavor.

SWEETER AS THE YEARS GO BY

When we’ve commenced this journey of love, so profound.
Our hearts are filled with hope that our love may abound.
Hand in hand, we embarked this relationship anew,
And through the years, our love continues to grow.

Through all life's twists and turns, we're still tightly bound.
Where the relish in our hearts can still be found.
The years went by and we stoutly weathered life's storms,
Trekking lofty mountains and yet our bond transforms.

For many years as one, we've ceaselessly walked this road,
Building a love that's strong, bringing a heavy load.
But in the hardest moments, we’re braced by God’s grace,
His unfailing love for us continues to embrace.

So, let the years continue to quickly pass us by,
For our love, like honey, grows sweeter as we try.
With you by my side, my hopeful heart will always soar,
Sweeter as the years go by, we’ll thrive more and more.

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