Loamy Poems

PURPLE

 PURPLE 

Purple my soft moss seat in paradise 
amethyst crown purple so wise
High Priestess purpled silken silent and bold
 has no need to compete with cool 
Countess whose court is neat
but oh so cold !

What a sweet treat to see
ripe ripple granadilla purpled fall from tree
she made an indigo way from leafy branch
to loamy Earth to juicy kiss my feet
landing on delicate fairy roots with a scarlet beat 

Purple irises erect rows in park holler 
such powerful maidens compete not for dollars chased by bookie rookie scholars who fail 
to see abundance in nature’s holy colour 
divinely composed with innocent hues of valour
 
How humans sniffle and snuffle when they 
seek lilac happiness in ludicrous money 
all they need do is close their eyes to
visualise dining on purple aubergine, 
mauve butter bean laced with dripping honey  
in violet chameleon coves hosting bunnies 
watching a shimmering sunset 
holy purple burble !

Pity the Shovel that Buries the Earth

Beneath a callused skin of light
the hunched and mustered
clap a prayer between a leaking sight.

It is the earth that mourns itself,
whether baldly thrown or loamy laid
the silent soil repaints its sullied shrouds
far beyond any atoning sorrow,
or cooling heart.

It is none but a laboring pity
to lay down the past
as deep as a weeping sky allows
or raise a hand only to tamp down
a new-turned mound.

Restless are the skewing worms
ever churning a blood-born mud,
eyeless they cover the once begotten,
cloak a hard pressed present and loss.
as the missing
deafly retreat beyond our ken.

Hear now the trilling birds,
how they far-fling their buoyant hymns,
see how they hop between their own bones.

Fulfillment Juice Verse 2

Heaven's the goal
He purifies my soul
And I lives by His quotes
Every moment I go down
I quickly arose
I'm heading to the post man
I don't want to lose
And faith envelopes
Thus I dream big
I'm grateful for His fig tree
that shades me from the drought heat
reaping the fruits the breeze flings
and replanting the seedlings
for abundance of riches
my soil is loamy
but the enemy 
always sows his weed in
so much struggle and strife
but I rise and fight
won't stop searching for the light
in the darkest of the night
travel any kilometer, 
no matter what's the height
my destination is blissful 
and it's bright
In this journey of life
the storm builds my soul
I'm sailing with the Christ
obviously not alone
hardship is sinking
I'm submarined in the truth
pour out my heart in prayer,
I'm sipping fulfillment's juice

Bear Cub and Butterfly

Blinking away the last vestiges of slumber,
the cub takes a few tentative steps,
her paws sinking into the soft,
loamy soil.
With each cautious movement,
she pauses,
her small nose twitching,
as she samples the myriad of scents,
that permeate the forest.
The world beyond the den,
is a wondrous tapestry of sights,
sounds, and sensations,
and the cub's dark eyes shine with a curious, innocent wonder.
Emboldened by the familiar surroundings,
the cub ventures a bit farther,
her gaze fixed on a butterfly that dances,
just out of reach.
She crouches low,
her hindquarters wiggling in anticipation,
before springing forward in a clumsy leap,
her paws kicking up a flurry of debris.
The butterfly evades her grasp,
but the cub's joyful grunts echo,
through the tranquil forest,
a scene to her unbridled enthusiasm.

March

First buds emerge in velvet cocoons
As dank, dark mornings transform
Into frost clad, bright, clean-aired dawns. 
Grass laden heavy with dew, 
Nectar of nature to sustain awakening creatures. 
From deepest winter slumbers, 
To drink deep the anticipation held in each drop. 
Static in the air, in our hair, as crunched grasses
Make way for warming days, milky moons,
And pearlescent sun shards melting
The cold of winter soil. 
Grass, long since recoiled after long summer
Parching, burnt and bruised,
Now tender and sweet, shoots pushing
Up through the loamy layers of frost bitten ground. 
The scents of spring, almost imperceptible 
Yet nonetheless I feel them set my belly to flight 
The excitement for some unknown event, 
As though a celebratory feast,
Honoured to be invited to.  
Tingling in extremities, no longer from cold
But now in joy, in pleasure, 
In the fruitfulness we know to come to pass, 
When spring finally announces her arrival 
Once more.

From Kisii

From Kisii's loamy terrain, I ascend,
Maroo's clasp, my rooted blend.
A Christian's essence, bathed in God's grace,
Sinner's visage, yearning His face.

They perceive a flawless meld,
Upon God's throne, destiny unveiled.
For poetry's allure, ardor resides,
Singing resonates from within, abides.

Daily toils, domestic strife,
Castoff epithets from bygone life.
They lacked discernment, their judgments piled,
In their assessments, I stood beguiled.

Now mature, I stand resolute and tall,
Prepared for life's summons, answering the call.
In pursuit of a partner, grace I beseech,
Understanding's warm clutch, within reach.

Kneeling humbly, I petition and implore,
Guide my path, dear Lord, forevermore.
For a domicile and sage to guide,
In steadfast patience, I'll abide.

Oh, Almighty, in this relentless quest,
Grant me the boon that suits me best.
A peerless maiden, I fervently pray,
To be my rib, come what may.

©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
?ArtFromHeart??

Light

Light should be given to all
Leading light is the best example
Loamy land is farmers' favourite
Lubed words smoothly go deep
Land softly on reader mind
Language of fact, reality, and truth
Last for long years, if not forever

Tricky Fiddler Kitty

Homey Domey Gomey Loamy Foamy Stoamy Roamy Doo
Delighted mice are dancing, around the kitty fiddler’s shoe
an hour ago I counted happy rodents numbering up to sixty-two
None of them realizing they are being led to a pot of tasty mousey stew

To Be a Root Vegetable

have you ever
wondered what life
could be if you
never had to sweep
another hardwood floor?
never had to fold
another fitted sheet?

i had a dream
where i was
a carrot; wrapped 
in loamy love,
green leaves slaking
their thirst on sunlight.
i don't wonder anymore

when i close my human
eyes, earth worms tickle
my orange stomach,
& i laugh my new
vegetable laugh.

To Set One's Feet Upon the Trail

To set one's feet upon the trail,
to briefly put one's life on hold,
suspending what that might entail,
is to relax, unfurl, unfold.

To set one's feet upon
fresh, loamy dirt, observe
the night give break to dawn,
arouse forgotten nerves…

To set one's feet
firm on the earth
embrace complete
creation's worth…

To set
out wrong, to fail
is sure, if one forgets
to set one's feet upon the trail…

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A Zanze: 8A:8b:8a:8b:6c:6d:6c:6d:4e:4f:4e:4f:2g:4a:6g:8A with the additional requirement that L5 is the first 6 of L1, L9 is the first 4 of L1, and L13 is the first 2 of L1. Tricky!

Old and New 4 : Continue To Sing

OLD AND NEW 4 : CONTINUE TO SING

Sipping cold champagne in silver 
cuff links at Thai restaurants 
eating red curried prawns
while workers gape at 
former leaders sold

Forlorn women starve
in naked hospital corridors 
rulers drool in blue pools 
with pink jewelled lovers 

Rushing from airport to airport 
bargaining for who knows 
On plains of poverty children 
whimper bony arms in
tattered sad sleeves

Slick smiles in linen jackets
mansions highly securitied 
Ideals trickling through loamy soil
deep it will surely root anew

Waves upon waves descend 
embracing hills with a roar
and throaty directions
to stop senseless hacking
Life rebirths from an unknown hole

Continue to softly sing simple 
songs of freedom 
exhale from a glittering axis
knowing sacred geometry 




©GhairoDanielsPoetry1998

Blessing Oluwapelumi, Keep the Ball Rolling

Dream 
        Swim through
          Cream the treats
            And follow keenly

The stream
Of the trying glue
Making up awesome beats
Of sounds filed serenely

      Sleep
        Don't hesitate
           To chill down
             Today's gladden heart

So deep
Of driving memories state
Within-out the colorful town
That makes celebration an art

        Oh she is but a simple leaf
          Withering off its branch
           Having a new apt hope
             For the coming bliss
               Upon loamy soil
                 To live on and 
                     Never die
                       Unjust!

                       In brief
                  If soil stanch
                No room for rope
            Target rather go amiss
        And to the source shall recoil
     Its functionality to the very grand
   Set in fear to never again break the tie
  For such memory ever barely live in dust

  The world:- of your life's infernal gyration
Shall forever be a dream off consummation

Amen ??

Daddy's Cappilary

Compelling to absorb pressure 
Like water to a sandy soil 
To make things to be of pleasure 
For his family with his toil 

He doesn't become weary
As water unto clay 
That never give way teary
Even when it isn't a lovely day 

Bills have to be payable 
To keep bearing covers 
As loamy do bear fruits of bubbles 
Verily the feeding in folds recovers 

Happy father's day to all fathers 
And the ones to come 
Afterwards out of been brothers 
Live to be the best chum

Gin Trash

See, forty bucks in cold, hard cash
can fill your trailer with gin trash.
And for growing fine tomatoes,
forty's pretty small potatoes.
The big box products like Black Cow
will truly set you back, and how!
The cotton hulls and seeds and stems
ejected from the cotton gin,
stored a year in a giant pile,
makes the heart leap and brings a smile.
Earthy, loamy, a little sour,
magical black growing power.
By the barrow, then tilled under,
it's a veggie growing wonder.
Its Round-up contents raise concerns;
the pile's so hot, it nearly burns.
Big veggies are the things it grows,
but I'll look out for extra toes.

A Rainy Season

Whirling and tripping of clouds stilted
From polar-late to polar-early brimmed
Made travellers frowned with positive effects
And less frightening bodies but ghost;
And chasing cheers cheerfully to the roamers
Stern and becoming handy to paddle soil
Some sandy,loamy though ours is clay.

Planting darling grasses:each treads space another
With the sequence serenity serves by
Neither a weed wilderness from watching over by
And nor popping them out of the calmly weather
Builders and Carpenters expelled from the landscape with chemicals; 
Brothers annuals weeds,while others
Crowd-less with biennials and off to perennials.

Loving still bounds till the lights comes
Yearly invites phantom to edge the elders
Sun rays coying clouds after miles
Before perennials upon to worth the sides
And later, pregnant tomb and stuffy,and radiance.

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