Flying foxes hang replete from the tall trees
dripping in the morning sun. They have sucked
the flesh of mamey sapote, rambutan and mangosteens.
Their dog-like pelts are copper pendants
that seep a dawn drenched dew onto our heads.
The summit of Penang Hill is reserved for the rich
who live above the heat and hustle.
Cool nights favor a fragrant adulatory.
Jia Liu has an 'Uncle' that is not related to her.
When he is away she takes me to the villa
as a tennis partner, and sometimes lover.
After the game we stroll under the bat dribble.
“It’s good for your hair,” she says laughing,
running ahead. I call after her:
“Where do they go in the heat of the day?”
“To the fruit markets in George Town,
“they hang from the rafters.”
Last night I was with her again - a dream.
We were drinking amrita of guava,
our lips smeared with a sweet red thirst.
Categories:
guava, poetry,
Form: Free verse
vessel captivates
warm waxing finesse waning
more color less stress
glowing going with flowing
lugubrious globular!
vibrant pink guava
incandescent liquid groove~
pahoehoe lava
Categories:
guava, humorous, imagery, mental health,
Form: Other
green guava fleshy
enriched in vitamin c ~
good to taste - juicy
Categories:
guava, appreciation, fruit,
Form: Haiku
Guava
Waters
Azure
Dawn
Aloes
Categories:
guava, words,
Form: Acrostic
Noisy and black in the morning,
"Shut up! Crow." And crow is shut now.
Listen to the melodious voice,
Lovely peaceful to heart and soul.
Where did she go?
Koel.
Now who will talk with me?
Like the parrot talks the whole day.
A chilly and guava is for you my friend,
But you are not here.
Rice and beans are spread over,
Over the streets,
But neither pigeon nor sparrow came!
Thank God!
Penguins are far from humans.
The lakes filled with fishes but without ducks,
Now fishes are finding friends to talk.
I can't sleep like owls in the nights,
And can't fly like eagles above the skies.
Their eyes are too small,
But polished like crystals.
Could see warriors like nails,
And all with unique voices.
Did they fly up the clouds to become a shining star?
Or they are dead and dumped below the grounds?
The ones that used to inspire people to fly!
From the ones we learnt to live with family.
Where are they now?
Categories:
guava, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
It's late, lo. I knew that the water I saw was mirage.
This is a world where, often, facts and fancies camouflage
Depths that seem unfathomable are shallow when measured.
Within wombs of tombs that seem empty, riches are treasured.
The structure that looked like a passage was, in truth, a wall.
Doesn’t my crammed glance make the earth resemble a ball?
How could crows dine guavas at night? Lo, they were mega-bats.
Waiting under guava trees, I didn't know, were black cats.
Peeping through the brick holes of Kutab Minar, I feel giddy.
While I could reach the top, are the stairs now playing kiddy?
Each move of being is filled with likes, dislikes, dreads, and fears.
Equally in joys and sadness, as though raindrops flow tears
Running shoes, highway lanes, sleepless sleep, and suppressing thoughts
Each act, as though steering sailboats, becomes threads full of knots.
Is this shop I find between this and this bush mere confusion?
Aren't facts of truth tested in hot furnaces of illusion?
Categories:
guava, confusion, life,
Form: Rhyme
Apples, apricot, blackberries, biscuits
Children ! Cheese cake, donuts, dozen drumsticks
Enjoy eating : Food for friends - fellow , fun !
Got guava- grapes ? Have hotdog honey- bun.
Irish Ice-cream ! Jam - jelly , juice in jar.
Jack, Jill, Junior John , jubilant joker !
knife in kitchen : Kids in knickerbocker.
Lying lazy lovely little lizard :
Laughing loud lion -lioness - leopard.
Micro- macro- minimal-maximal
New- naval-nascent ! Oblate or oval ?
Ostrich offered old owl, olive - orange !
Proud peacock playing prompt pretty plumage.
Quiet queen : Rabbit runs, restless rapid.
Swift squirrel ! Soft snail showing so slow speed.
Top topples ! Uncle under umbrella !
Vintage vehicle visits village - villa.
Wow ! Wonderful ! World wide website was won.
Yellow yak yawned in zing at zig- zag zone .
Categories:
guava, absence, children,
Form: Alliteration
Neither boquet of roses
Nor a pack of chocolates
Nor a hand letter
Nor a congratulatory message
Nor a hug or a shake hand
Nor a hi or hello greeting
But a bouquet of guava leaves
That a former student gives
To her teacher on Teacher's Day.
Categories:
guava, celebration, high school, teacher,
Form: Light Verse
In the countryside, while walking
It was a joy to pick and eat wild guava
Papaya, star apple, lomboy, and berries
Our mouth always stained milky or purple
Life was so sweet to remember then
Going back and forth from school walking
We had this routine finding fruits at roadside
If we find one, all my school companions busy
Picking and cajoling the fruit tree's blessing
It's fun, joking and merry eating around the tree
Almost dusk we arrive home because of that gag
Until this moment of adulthood I can still recall
My high school days had never been that fun.
Categories:
guava, engagement, high school, introspection,
Form: Narrative
The scenic beauty of the valley captivated me,
Flowing in abundance, with elegance and serenity.
The pine trees welcomed me with open arms,
Guava orchards bloomed with flowers, a sweet charm.
The cool breeze blew, carrying the fragrance
Of red roses, gently caressing me with grace.
The panoramic views of sunrise and sunset
Left me in awe, my heart in a state of ecstasy.
It was love at first sight with the serene valley,
Those Moments unforgettable , a memory to treasure.
Categories:
guava, 10th grade, beauty, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Quote: "“They have no idea what it is like to lose home at the risk of never finding home again, have your entire life split between two lands and become the bridge between two countries.” –unknown
Amidst the whispers of the waves, I sail,
An expatriate adrift in memories pale.
Through years that roll like distant tides,
I've seen the changes, where once I bide.
In lands where mango, guava, and berry trees stood,
Now swallowed by progress, misunderstood.
Housing estates rise, devouring my past,
Soccer fields and cricket grounds, memories amassed.
No familiar faces in this foreign expanse,
Lost in the crowd, a solitary dance.
Relatives meet, but the gap's too wide,
They see the changes, the scars I hide.
I yearn for the homeland, under azure skies,
Where verdant bushes once met my eyes.
But alas, it's but a dream, a wistful sigh,
My voyage home, forever in the sky.
Yet in the heart's compass, the longing persists,
For the land of my roots, where memories exist.
Though oceans apart, in dreams, I roam,
A voyage to homeland, a whispered poem.
Categories:
guava, voyage,
Form: Rhyme
Honey Locust Trees, perched precariously on
Ledges lost amid ruptured chasms of evil
Ant hills, protruding fistfuls of grapefruit-sized
Giant ants suffering remnants within sight of
Chernobyl, in the Ukraine forbidden zone;
Seemingly immune to the poisonous pods;
Literally dripping heavy ants clinging to juicy,
Waxy seeds as they climb and fall over each
Other feasting on spandrel sins denied by silver
Palaces adorned with backroom deals and
Shady hats glittering with guava-glazed
Toasted pecans, spun with rain-soaked
Clumps of blue spirulina hungrily engulfed
By the living dead...
Enrobed
In
Pock-marked
Palladium
Categories:
guava, allusion,
Form: Alliteration
simple times
It's a cold July night
Tucked in bed quite alright
I'm all grown up now so we stopped
saying good night
Starring at a picture, it's me
But looking in the mirror
I see......... hello stranger
My heart's aching
For simple times
When it was easier to write poems with rhymes
I hated the world then
Didn't know, I would grow up
and learn to hate it more
My heart's aching
For simple times
Before grey entered the scene
And suddenly yellow my favorite
color seemed obscene
When I could laugh out loud loud
stretch those lips, that smile quite large
That youth so wild
Friday afternoons, pretend
the guava trees were pirate ships
Land locked but we sailed the 7 seas
My heart's aching for
simple times
When the faith was easier
And hope much cheaper
Simple times when I could be an inventor
My teacher asked:
Make what, your people?
They were simple times
I hated the world then
But I remember hating it less
by Nyasha Gotosa
Edited by Sir S.T.MAVINDIDZE
Categories:
guava, africa, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
SOUP FOR SOUPERS
Hello ! My dear Souper friends:
Me the Master Chef ! Well trained.
Also an expert cook veteran.
Following message: I am ready to send.
Vegetables fruits with meat to blend.
Sweet and sour soup salubrious .
Pulpy and most delicious.
also too nutritious.
Tasty, salutiferous.
Excellent soup oblivious.
This is my original recipe
to prepare soup juicy and sappy.
Try with dry toast crumby and crispy.
Sip with your kids and pet puppy.
I assure, you will feel happy.
Pieces of raw papaya to be taken :
Pieces of beet, chopped meat or chicken,
Guava pieces, black pepper, ginger again.
Boil and add corn flour to thicken.
Continued stirring being shaken.
If you wish, you can add green peas.
Then salt, butter, cream and cheese.
Last of all, fresh lemon to squeeze.
Relish and taste any time at ease.
Request to supper friends ! Try please.
Categories:
guava, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots,
A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree;
Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits,
Like angelic souls, they seem in physique and psyche free...!
What a strong jambiya dagger curved bill! Vertical stance!
Green drainpipe pants-clad legs! Clawed zygodactyl stylish feet!
The parrots that visit my tree in green the scene enhance,
In a romantic mood, merrily my guavas they eat...!
Splendidly observing humans, parrots mimic their speech,
So melodious is their Tabor pipe trumpeting song;
Ballet-like they grip, grasp, and at the highest top they reach,
A craft of the master craftsman, they're happy all day long...!
In my melancholic moods, parrots lift my heart and soul,
In gracing the charm of the world, parrots play a great role...!!!
Categories:
guava, bird, nature,
Form: Sonnet
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