come to me all rats in my granary
I have a feast for you
husks and shells of groundnuts
but after though beating
you live in shelter without renting
eat fresh food without permission
sewerage system you use freely
lay down your belly for caning
Come you rats in my granary
line up and make your statement
Tell me why you deserve no beating
you eat food for my children
then thank me by mixing it with refuse!
Categories:
groundnuts, destiny, life, satire,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
It's time, a tree-mass patrol.
Poverty, the Carol leads.
Who fell in this?
We,that don't have't done
Here in our Carol deed.
The mass choir,
Fufu tying gele.
Eba on suit with red tie.
Rice at the forefront, moody 'n' drizzle.
Who buys me this season?
Chickens,being instrumentists,
Played off-tuned cacophony.
Staccato for crescendo, innuendo for diminuendo.
Soon garri 'n' groundnuts invades.
With shots of poverty shoots.
Fufu with loosed gele,
Eba with tie down
Rice alerted,ran helter skelter.
And there the Christmas carol lies.
Categories:
groundnuts, africa,
Form: ABC
Mind: so dept; that it surpassed earth, and ethereal,
And technology, and science, and maze of anonymous,
Whom can tonguely alter any to your preference.
Oh, that meek mysteries of your knowledge is real;
That in one tranquil darkness you can saunter even ayont,
And shell of groundnuts can erect you intricated aeroplane,
To wondered the world, enjoy the night, and cause day her pain,
Can you exalt pleasure in animals, than human of pulse youth?
In all your twilight daze of invention that timid of daylight
Where you stop the time, and reinvent the whole world;
That never benefits us, nor yourself, here, nor beyond,
You've seen it all, enjoyed, invents; but died indigent,
Of the sickness you cure so perfect in the night. Oh witty;
That surpassed knowledge; but died in dregs, and in pity.
Categories:
groundnuts, africa,
Form: Sonnet
to print herself the headache of the magnolia
sometimes spreads up to the legs of the ripe mangos
in the water that creeps up to the horizon
the magic-deer of panchbati is sailing solo
under the neon-sun the groundnuts learn
the vow-tale of the deep lipstick
if in the centre of the mango-pith … standing on the hanging-balcony
there is a flower of guava … then …while walking along her sweet grievances
some day that handmade fan must be traced… to make the clouds that are swept in by storm
more literate … the time to dip the painting brush
in the colour of whose recommendations is still……..
it happens… from the desire to get printed
the magic-deer… before reaching to any literacy-centre …
some dusts gather on her body…some part is eaten by the ants…
although there should have been some arrangements
to spray the red-rose regularly
and next … the winter comes
the hands want to be stolen
under the blue scarf
Categories:
groundnuts, fantasy
Form: Prose Poetry
Up and down in the tree
A monkey led a life so free
How could she be so glad?
From below, thought a hunter’s lad.
A jar full of groundnuts he found
And placed it on the ground
Leaving that place without any sound
Hid himself near a mound
“Groundnuts to my eyes are pleasing
They sure must be life nourishing
Perhaps can make me wise, no doubting”
Thus saying she slowly came descending.
Near the jar she did go
Let her hand in for a few nuts or so
When her hand got caught
Ways to escape she sought
Yet, unwilling to drop the food
She helf for they looked good
Finally fell to the hunter’s trap
Became a slave bearing his strap
Beware of the beguilin bait
Kept by Satan that’s on wait
Leave sin and chose Jesus now
Redeem time, days are evil, don’t you know?
Remember your Creator when you are young
Not when there’s a problem in your lung.
Categories:
groundnuts, family, hope, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme