Long Bamboo Poems
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Will you come to the great tamarind’s shade
When the noon sun sends cupid with its rays
To play hide and seek with every grass blade
I watch the path with a relentless gaze
Come my love for the world is in a daze
Wear not your anklets as you come my dear
Walk in discreet silence come have no fear
Will you come to the quick footed river
When the full moon lamp is vividly lit
yet in the clouds it seems to disappear
my feet in stream, I shall silently sit
holding a long bamboo flute to my lips
wear not jhumkas tonight, they interfere
with the tune I play only for your ears
Will you come to that broken bullock cart
when dusk lowers its veil down to the field
we shall then talk of matters of the heart
and bite gently into sugar cane's yield
till our lips meet in love and softly sealed
Wear not your coyness leave it far behind
A heart full of love you will surely find.
*jhumkas are long bell shaped earrings often worn by women in the Indian countryside.
Afroze
For 'Romanticism in rime Royal'
Maybe they don't know, my pen
We've been crafting before my age of ten.
We've been friends for quite a long time
You and Ayinde- Partners in crime;
Together We've written about love and hate,
About true inspirations, and ideas we contemplate.
Koda, we wrote about life and it's tribulations
And it's manual that has no stipulations;
We wrote about cool, falling springs
About imaginary eden with roses and swings.
We wrote about the eclipse that just reoccured,
We're so gifted even Shakespeare concurred;
We did write 'bout an okin from Offaland,
And only those in the bloopers will understand.
We wrote about oppression and corruption,
And about a land of plenty, with no'ing for consumption;
Thousands of poems, performed in the African Hall,
With you and I, gracing the geography laboratory hall.
We are inseparable my dear bamboo pen,
Who made me an oracle amongst men.
Mid-life street woman from red town
she was...I grew up with her under
mango trees now softly drooping
their shoulders much like hers.. but she,
still contoured like a Paul Gauguin urn, is wrapped
in arms lovely in flesh and heat: fanned banana
leaves swaying to samba notes while cooking
fried bamboo roots; her fragrance buzzing along
summer's exotic beat. How she then pinched
my cheeks with her tapered fingers still
pink on veins floating through her quivering
body…
Somehow, she gave me this epiphany of touch;
the slow wave of body rhythm lightly fondling
the rosiness of my adolescent skin. If i knew how
to pivot in the wakening garlands of Latin
steps, it was her ample hips winding and bellying
in nights and morns of her own wanton sashays...
Oh how I long to climb her mango tree,
her waxing then waning shape still blazing among
bursting seeds of female treachery or finery.
I tell myself, there is no age when her fire sways
in places where tropical eyes dazzle with her
near flowing, soaking limbs…so tenderly
wild because she, Livia, nymph of the forest raw,
has nothing else to lose.
©
for Debbie's Women, and SKAT's Poem #2
by nette onclaud
a handful
a heartful
but what part is the truth
dissolved and discarded
like salt in your soup
and you can never get it back
even if you wanted to
because you simply don't want it back.
it flies away
you shoot it down
it crawls away you shoot it down
it scurries down
you shoot it to hell
you did well
and no one's proud of you
grow up
bamboo torture
execution
get things done
what are you gonna do about it?
what you've always done
and the cars hit walls
and the cars hit cars
fighting to be the next to die
in the ouroboral desert race
eating themselves, eating each other
fighting to be the next to die
a handful
dissolved and discarded
they fly away
you shoot them to hell
they run away
you shoot them to hell
waiting in line to be shot to hell
you did well
and no one's proud of you.
you dwelled on the illusions and reduced yourself to mere salt
and you can never wash it off
Listen now
Your heart speaks
Soft whispers
Listen here
Your heart knows
Calm hints
A silence fills
Laughter and tears
Punctuate movement
A silence flows
Notice the gap
In between noise
The mind chatters
Unceasingly
Noise feels empty
The mind splinters
Mountain from molehill
Noise feeds ego
The soul sings
Music and magic
Rapture thrills
The soul plays
Wind through bamboo
Sighs in birdsong
The world twirls
Swirl of seasons
Devoid of reasons
The world seeks
Praise and plenty
Secure in empty
Time and space pun
Humour greets wit
Steer awkward fit
Time and space dance
Sorrow meets cheer
Sync with tact
Joy ever fades
Nothing much remains
Dust gathers
Joy even tempts
Offers nothing new
Dinosaur bones
Charm feeds
Empty charade
No escapade
Charm leaks
Messy tirade
Lament in loss
Words come
Echoes fling
Not much done
Words leave
Takeaway noise
Not much gain
Write in rhymes
Sign a song
Mind the glitch
Write in lines
Reason a poise
Mind the route
End game pulse
Matching
Point for point
End game tense
Cleaning up
Awkward feel
Leon Enriquez
25 Mar 2014
Singapore
Songbird singing
Morning lullaby;
Awesome mystery
~~~~~~~~~
Picture portrait
Sexy scenes;
Fiery flowers
~~~~~~~~~
Newsy headlines
Sensational scandal;
Hyper sales count
~~~~~~~~~
Acid rain
Foggy conundrum;
Sick malaise
~~~~~~~~~
Knowing heart
Grief beyond brief;
Defying commotion
~~~~~~~~~
Pain malingers
Salt on wounds;
No escape plan
~~~~~~~~~
Walkway movement
Busy feet dash;
Rushing prescriptions
~~~~~~~~~
Septuagenarian plus
Minding your own soul;
Wonder speaks well
~~~~~~~~~
Sun-drenched rain
Mad concoction;
What else is new?
~~~~~~~~~
Joy sings the blues
Why cannot tell;
Paradoxical
~~~~~~~~~
Feisty neighbour
Too much adrenaline;
Another syndrome
~~~~~~~~~
Shadow play
Bold silhouettes;
Vivid imagery
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 September 2016
Singapore
You glide all over the softly whitened canvass,
Doing whatever the hand directs.
A small dabbing touch here,
Dark eyes filled with fear,
Contriving the special effects.
You turn flat, bland and boring into real full of life,
Effortlessly swirling in the glow.
Making the surface exciting,
Bright, lively and enticing,
Just like that mysterious Calypso.
You’re cryptic and enigmatic, creating symbolic and enchanting
Illusional scenes of surreal.
And the women you create,
Divine, beautiful and great,
Each having amazing sex appeal.
You come in round styles, flat, dagger and stencil,
Bamboo, mop, comb with filbert fiber.
Others come and go,
But you’re always on show,
You’re a paint brush, a millennial survivor.
The heron bowed to the kangaroo
With sparkling eyes he fell deeply in love
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
The devious crow offered her bamboo
She chewed it up and gave him a shove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo.
The hippo snorted saying howdy do
While the rain fell in torrents from above
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
A turtledove gave her a heartfelt coo
As he sat in a tree high above the cove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo.
The camel got his hump sprayed by chew
As the kangaroo spat out leaf of clove
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo.
The heron and kangaroo love may rue
Her lovers she did not treat with kid glove
The heron bowed to the kangaroo
Her heart he tried with all his might to woo
written 3/17/2016
Rest and watch
Bird focus sharp;
Wonder excites
~~~~~~~~~
Moon aura bright
Sip warm tea;
Festive moon cakes
~~~~~~~~~
Mid-autumn air
Lakeside pavilion;
Moon beams dance
~~~~~~~~~
Mythic moon rise
Bamboo pines quiver;
Breeze hums softly
~~~~~~~~~
Festive splendour
Moon gate breeze;
Laughter beyond
~~~~~~~~~
Sheer magic
Moon through boughs;
Crystal night lake
~~~~~~~~~
Midnight moon streaks
Skyline romance;
Mid-autumn escapade
~~~~~~~~~
Crystal choice
Poignant poise;
Vibrant voice
~~~~~~~~~
Seize then
Know when;
Wise trend
~~~~~~~~~
Late night
Stillness spreads;
Beauty sleep
~~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
15 September 2016
Singapore
WORD PLAY
Tasting butter from toast
Butterfly flies fluttering wings, uttering whistles.
Listener caterpillar sliding on bamboo pillar.
Sparrows dancing, prancing
on narrow furrows of non-mowed meadow.
Wild weeds and thorny bushes playing with shattered shadow
Fast is rabbit with chewing habit to have its breakfast
on tender leaves and slender foliage.
Chameleon champion on disguise mesmerizing massy grass.
Spotted deer are spotted wandering leisurely in early dawn.
Feral flowers yielding angry aroma
making fool bumble bee tumbling
on glossy patina of sepals, and petals.
Few dew drops glistening, twinkling on periwinkles.
Morning gradually turning noon.
Pale stale waning Moon winked at dazzling sizzling Sun.
Rains drizzling, rainbow rushing in rapture,
captured in platonic panorama.
Me lazy, crazy, oblivion observer
stepping horizontal, dreaming vertical, glancing conical,
hearing viral, speaking spiral,
enchanted on variety of viola.
Drank desires, mind soared high with eager egret.
No regret, heart danced delight
yet reasoning and emotive urge always clash to fight.
07/23/21
Second Place
'Word Play Poems...... Contest' by John Anderson
First Place
'A Brian Strand You Choose
Contest by Brian Strand