If you walk up to her right now
And before all eyes quickly bow,
She will you her night's bed allow;
Throughout the night address your slough,
Her lands release for you to plough,
Your rivals warm against a row,
Everything hand you but a dhow,
Because finding one knows not How...
If you walk up to her right now
And before all men act a cow
You're getting a sleek Hausa Cow.
Not in the next hour: "Right now".
It is no debate for sages:
Deserve worshipers their wages.
Categories:
dhow, imagination, lust, western, women,
Form: Rhyme
I saw a slipprey pole before me,
Coated by the sweat of those
That went before me.'
I eyed it's form, and gauged it's
Length, I flexed my arms
Focusing on strength!
Co-axial hands to grasp and hold
Once circling fulcrum, smoothly roll
Well that's my aim; That's my design'
If I should conquer, that'd suit me fine
I have no sense of time right now
It's either be Resilent , or drop like a dhow
Down to the depths; of turbulent air'
The murmer are growing.. It's get
Ready, be steady; The jump is now.!
Categories:
dhow, analogy, angst, appreciation, assonance,
Form: Rhyme
SHOULD I WOW YOU
Should I essay to wow you I trow
That my words shall be honest I vow
No mere rhymes such as ‘How now brown cow’
But an aesthetic furrow I’ll plough
Then I’ll speak my lines if you’ll allow
As we sit in cool shade neath a bough
And you fan gentle breeze on my brow
While empyrean scene I endow
For my impudence I should kowtow
Now please pardon my lack of knowhow
If I press my attention e’en now
You’d be right to say ‘Basta! and chao!’
But I’ll try one more time anyhow
Just dream that you are in Curaçao
Or on tropical sea in a dhow
**********
And then wake up in Slough. Holy wow!
21 August 2019
Categories:
dhow, humorous,
Form: Monorhyme
Hell and Heaven are both homes.
Homes for very well committed angels.
Angels who have lived dissimilar norms.
Norms for august adventures and tough rituals.
Hell in Heaven no one dreams in a dhow.
For five fines follow no fine choice
To plait soften or hard mat for a pillow,
With the help of Joyce in a meadow.
Hell in Heaven patronizes pepper into food.
Food that the family does not like ever,
And never anyone will twitter such mood
When parents cannot hike together.
Hell brings a beam of fire in the house
That breaks the beat of home cadence
Lack of rhythm makes mad the mouse
No mouse, no mere measure around the fence
Each angel has taken personal direction,
For Abel and Cain have no common mission.
Such selfish mission messes mum’s vision,
Hatred hinders harmony to flunk home in Hell;
And so Heaven has no home to fail.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
dhow, angel, depression,
Form: ABC
The black little spot,
On the white ceiling,
Moving about in slow motion,
Like an ancient dhow during monsoon,
So little so moving so black so soft.
Categories:
dhow, allusion, assonance, change, creation,
Form: Imagism
The picture shows a sailing dhow
With billowing sails ready to go
Far out to sea, where, they dont know,
Where wind doth blow, where wind doth blow
An adventure is soon in place
Countries anew to see in haste
To meet people of a new race
Life to embrace, life to embrace
Return homeward if wind allows
Stories to tell of birds and flowers
Happy people that welcomed ours.
Many splendours, many splendours.
Penned. 16/6/2013
Form monotetra
Contest by Kim Merryman
Categories:
dhow, boat, culture, wind,
Form: Monorhyme
One day I realized a potter, who nurtured me with a slight jack,
And I found a jotter, which was plain some years back,
Now I felt why he hates the flying kites,
Why he stopped me trying bikes,
Why I fought to get a ride,
Why I brought to play at sight,
Everything is so clear now,
Why so lately have I vision to see a dhow,
One day I found a shade, that was bigger than I ever had,
And I felt it is on me since my birth, It bind me like a girth,
Now I felt why I am stable still,
Who always check me to be an istle,
This is not a mystery to be said,
This is a history to be made,
This is not my sorrow not my guilt,
Oh my dad you make me built,
I am far but I can feel how you love me always to heal,
Oh my daddy I was a fool, I will ever be your lovely pool,
I never let you lose your meld; I never allow my love to mend, .
Categories:
dhow, fatherme, day, love, me,
Form: I do not know?
I step ashore
I now know............
What is is all for
To come this far so
These people mingle,
my thoughts tingle
These spirit lights,
change these dark nights
This ethereal glow
Emanates from the isle
Known only to us so
The ones chosen to be.........................
The happy
Dark glassy sea,
protects me
Those who live,
those who forgive.....................
Come to be
Golden lives,
step ashore
They now know,
what it is all for
What the spirit contrives,
golden lives
Carried by golden dhow
This golden dawn,
new lives reborn
The golden throng
This is where they belong
For the life now passed,
the golden soul continues to last
The spirit lights,
that mingle
Light up the dark nights,
their thoughts tingle
This happy place to be
So far,far away,
on the dark glassy sea
Is much more than I can say,
for the golden spirits mingle..................
and play
Spirit world,
my golden light unfurled
Spirit light
on an island
So bright
Categories:
dhow, death, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Ballad