Rise Up
ryes on the rise
with soothing flours
and Spring flowers
Rise Up
with handfuls
of caraway seeds
at Winters End
all your cares will cease
Rise up
ryes on the rise
the aroma of sunrise
the butter
on your bread
Rise up
to toast and jam
dancing
through your mourning
for scripture says
Joy cometh in the morning
Rise up and kneel
before the King
ryes on the rise
with resurrected flowers
medallions of
daffodils, lilies and a memory stone
the heavy plank of death
rolled ‘way by chosen angels
Rise up
to a day reborn
beauty from ashes
blind eyes opened by faith
ryes on the rise
molasses-colorized
rose-colored glasses
not a lie
God cannot lie
Rise up
raise palms straight to the skies
Taste and see that the Lord is good
I’ll take a bite now
with thanksgiving
the whole loaf will last
forever and ever
opposite of
til death do you part
I will join the holy throng
as a seed planted
in eternal Spring
Rise up, y’all
meet the King of kings
Categories:
flours, christian, easter, spring,
Form: Verse
Come sale with me my suite suite rows,
Wheel flea together in corn rose,
I am your mussel soleful night,
Who byes you flours every knight.
Let’s sing suite melodies til’ horse,
Astride our whether beaten hoarse,
O’ my deerest blew eyed made,
Wee perfect pear, weave got it maid.
Come sale with me to the rivers and veils,
Enjoy the frill of wearing won scent vales,
We will say “May bee’ down buy the key,
Sew, as thyme goes fourth, love is our quay.
The son will shine as we ‘tie the not’,
Eye will sip fine whine, four ewe, may bee knot,
Tide, we hold quays that keep love in cheque,
Hoe deer! Forgot my lute, kindly pay the check!
28/10/22
Homophone Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hat Bueckert
Categories:
flours, fun, funny love, humor,
Form: Quatrain
I sent my girl a bag of plain flour
and a bag of self raising flour
she always loved..
Categories:
flours, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Rain ! Rain!!
Come again
Never ever go away
A good harvest is what we pray (repeat 2 times)
How can I
with my lips
motion the rain
to stop drumming on my roof
as it descends like clattering hoof?
While the children pray to play
and narrate twilight tales
far into the darkness of the night,
I pray for a good harvest at sight.
Tonight the rain descended
from heaven's stairs.
It descended amidst
despair, hunger and mist.
Among trees and shrubs
like tiny little bulbs,
in rhythmic song
to the disappointment of the little ones.
Here comes the rain tonight
bringing news of bounty at sight,
green vegetables, cooked corns,
ripe raisins, and brown looking wheat-
for flours to make some buns.
When the rain descends
from among the clouds
upon the meadows
and upon dry beds
it brings wealth to our farmland.
Let those children know
that their songs cannot scare the rain
let them know that
we in this part of the world
have songs to welcome the rain.
Rain ! Rain!!
Come again
Never ever go away
A good harvest is what we pray (repeat till fade)
(c) 2020 Muyideen Ayinla
Categories:
flours, farm, happiness, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Equus Ferus caballus bovinium
awing the Browsband, he sat upon the latigo Keeper
relevant scales
an occurance of a dynamic conjunction
the rhizosphere
in Gilib. He said!
sativa fabaceae and
Tataricicum
Fagopu esculentum
disentangle rhizosheric
those processes
Adda Aiia O' badia Obadiah!
he grinds the wheat to be meals
for the peoples!
biosphere, hydrosphere, pedoshere
sativa fabaceae, fagopyrum
tataricum
tataricum!
fagopu esculentum!
serendipitous
bovinious sandwichious, wheatous eatem's!
alpha draconis
bowich Chordata. The starched collar of my tuxedo shirt!
that these words are of the wheat
for the wheat
and buy the wheat!
the wheat for the peoples!
grind ye the wheat
to be flours for our bread
that the heels shall make sandwiches with bovine
Meatus yum-yum!
thank ye oh God of Harvest
the Sandwisch of Meatus!
the sounds of humming goodness!
he wears a tuxedo when he eats these fabulous burgers!
they are so scrumpsous!
,
thanketh thee!
Categories:
flours, adventure, clothes, film, food,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Flours
Yes, flowers…
No…not flours…
Yes, flours…
every lovely color,
every lovely shape.
Cakes made from scratch,
brought to life with egg and milk.
Sugar sweet, brown or light…
dusted tops, like snow.
Pretty garden color,
brought happily, right inside.
Cut and shaped from nothing to be something,
we all smile for...
A gift, a cookie, a pie in the oven?
Flowers of flour made from dust.
Categories:
flours, age, america, april, art,
Form: Free verse
In my land-
There are roads,
With no signs but wonders
There are passages;
Littered with broken promises,
Leaving dwellers with wounded feats
Echoes of 'change' fills the air,
As sneezing hopes gather dust
Gradually,
Undulated zeals are diluted;
Leaving watery goals
Beyond the surface-
I see sore faces;
Curtained behind a broad smile,
A smile broad enough-
To conceal pain from blind minds¤
I see feeble hearts,
Dancing to the melodies of deceit
I see the sea thirsty¤
Laws baked in flawed flours¤
Pure pain mixed up for strength;
By the chefs of ignorance
In my land,
These roads are also rode by rogues
These passages inhabits rusted promises
The roads fight to live,
As citizens-
Are left with mixed chores
Indeed, it's a land of mixtures
Categories:
flours, africa,
Form: Didactic
A little bee flew across the sea, to see what he could be
He herd a giraffe with a throaty laugh : still continued on his weigh
This pour we bee had too pee so he stopped on a Specific Ocean Eyelid
It took him severed ours to pollinated Pollynesian flours and than he flue away
If Yew can reed this rite yore a better POET then Eye
Categories:
flours, funny, imagination,
Form: Free verse
TWO COUPLETS ON “ FLAWLESS vs FLAWS “
POEM 1
I had no idea what he meant :
We bought a small one-roomed unfinished apartment.
He said I was too critical, always looking for flaws.
This apartment was 16 floors up but had no floors.
16 floors up, this room has its floors up. As I speak,
The floor’s up with guys looking for water leak.
Looking for flaws ?!
Damn right I was I was looking for floors!
This place wasn’t flawless, it was floorless;
As well - by the way - as doorless.
POEM 2
What is the real story with Aunt Jemima’s pancake mix?
You gotta add egg, sugar, and milk, before you can fix
A breakfast or lunch pile of flapjacks,
And sit back, eat, digest and relax.
Our Aunt’s eggless, sugarless, milkless, but not flourless.
Her packets of stuff are certainly flawless.
Let’s hope she continues with at least her flours,
For if her stuff is flourless : and then it will have flaws.
Categories:
flours, funny
Form: Couplet
A little bee flew across the sea, to see what he could be
He herd a giraffe with a throaty laugh : still continued on his weigh
This pour we bee had too pee so he stopped on a Specific Ocean Eyelid
It took him severed ours to pollinated Pollynesian flours and than he flue away
If Yew can reed this rite yore a better POET then Eye
Categories:
flours, animals, education, fantasy, funny
Form: Free verse
Finest mills of flours
sprinkled species from silky road
Tears of cloud water the dough
raised in crescent moon
Shaped history mending
tender forgiveness
become alive from dust again
Baked in wood fire
gently touching my tears
Sweet taste of soul
hinges set you free
Walked in streets
with my cookie basket
Give away my mate
Let him free as fly
Wish and wait to comeback
in dressing skin raised from dust
James to whom my imaginary friend
Categories:
flours, friendship,
Form: Free verse