Long Jackfruit Poems
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contest : Alpha Rhymes
sponsor : Joseph May
3.9.25
PLACED 3RD : Standard Contest
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APPLE BLOSSOMS CAUGHT DREAMY EYES
fairy farm was ablaze with fruity trees
gentle breezes swayed laden branches
canaries sang, cows mooed, all at ease
FIGS, GRAPES, HACKBERRY, IMBE, JACKFRUIT
with Turkish splash pool glimmering awaited
tiny tier temple newly whitewashed invited
brass buddha bell and rose garden gated
KITES LAY MOTIONLESS NOTICEABLY OBVERT
which leisure activity would we choose
as fruity farm holiday commenced covert
like in paradise peacock strutted with goose
PEACH, QUINCE, RASPBERRY, STRAWBERRY TARTS
stole our minds, stomach and hearts
this heavenly place embraced tired souls
stress dissolved in nature’s eloquent role
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There were liberal field, golden paddy, mild touch of south breeze
And there were you, your beautiful smiles with opening mind
There were jackfruit, plum, mango, palm, and betel-nut trees on the bank of the pond.
And there were you, the sounds of anklet-rings, the scent of tuberose hair oil.
There were creeping plants of legume, balsam-apple, cucurbitaceous, snake gourd, and all these flowers on the home yard.
And there were you, daily watering on those plants, vegetable collecting basket.
There I was happy
when you walked on the field,
when you smiled under the trees,
when you watered on the creeping plants
And there I was fully quenched seeing you surreptitiously
My shyness farewelled you silently, wiping tears
Now, I am happy when I hear your life is joyful there
This heart is nothing
just a flowery bed of love,
just a heaven of love,
just the mighty throne of love
Now, to me, the field, trees, pond, yards, creeping plants are nothing
except for a pure reflection of you
all through these, my happiness comes and goes
peacefully
delightfully
amorouslyerotically
-07.12.2020 Chattogram
You kept pulling us apart and driving us out into the dark; you kept pulling us apart when you knew that you have gotten it wrong from the start.
You kept pulling us apart when knew we could work together and build a better tomorrow. Sheep and goat are deep and they don’t belong in the street; dogs and cats have nothing in common and the grizzly bear has nothing to spare.
How much more wind must we blow to get you off our show? How much more blood must be shed before you get out of my bed? I have worked for twenty years to build this magnificent sanctuary and you sits in your Timbuctoo office with your soapy bottom telling us what is divine
How did you get into this thing? Do you know where we have been? We have walked our shoe off, slept in the dark ate jackfruit seed for supper and drink muddy water for dinner. Our body is stinking and the light in my heart sometimes grows dim and when the nights get cold, we held on to each other’s soul from a distance. That is the closest we have ever been and we have not sinned.
Why do you keep pulling us apart when you know that we can create miracle together? Why do you keep pulling us apart? When you know that we can build companies together and employ a million head and prepare a land lock cemetery to bury the unruly dead.
We can bring warring faction together; win every deal to stop the useless steal, when mind interlock with mind and soul touches soul the mystery will unfold.
This is the only chance I’ve got to wear a new frock and you try desperately to steal it off my back. You have been messing with my dreams for the very day I land on your shore, you have been messing with my dreams the first time I let you through the door, your ambition is too high and you are going to die,
You want to reap what you don’t sow and you want to gather what you don’t grow, I have a business mind and I communicate with the divine’, you must go to Rome and wear one of those long gowns to find solace. The revelation will come and the sky will start spinning around.
I am moving forward with my plans so come and join me if you can and you will learn something about the wind and you will understand why I cannot keep still, destiny will bind us together.
Oh, how I long for the earth to cool, to bring me back to the days of my youth; it is the best days I have ever had because I never remember feeling sad. I used to climb trees and roam in bushes and mingle with the breeze, and when the days seem long, I used to write a lyrical song.
Oh, how I longed for the days to shine, when the earth will no longer be mine. I will fly in the sky and move around the world until the day I die. I will move from country to country and enjoy good cuisine and write the books of my dream. I will live in the culture of the world until every story is told and walk along every shore until peace is restored to the world.
Yes, take me back to the days of my youth, and you will learn the truth. I have never been absent from school, and I always follow the golden rule. I was the most punctual one in class and during the holidays I used to make the farm my praise. I roam among the orange trees and fill my gut with vitamins from the trees and when I was done, I climb the naseberry tree and sway with the breeze. We had fruits galore just behind the back door, I used to pick the fruits and spread them out on the floor, oranges, pineapple, mangoes, apple, jackfruit, passionfruit, banana grapefruit were the fruit of my youth. I never got sick because I fed on them and I made them my friends, and sometimes I feel like a bird flying in the heavens. But now I can see that all of that was just “Is”.
I had no conflict, quarrel or flight because I had a deep understanding of life and the joy of living, and when my emotions got high, I had no one to relate to, so I retreated to my tree house and close the door, and I felt free as bird. There was no one to bother me and there was no one to scare me, I felt at peace swaying in the trees with all the birds around me, they were my family.
I was constantly in touch with nature, for nature was my only shelter, and when the barriers were too high, the universe gave me a Bligh. Help me sing my childhood song and allow the memory to run along. Help me sing my childhood song and invite the whole world to sing along.
It is the happiest days of my life, and those memories are currently keeping me alive.
Come and help me sing my childhood song tonight.
SWISS CHEESE
The major connoisseurs of swiss cheese
as incredible as it may seem,
are not the Swiss basement rats.,
are the "voles" from the underground of the
politics....
THINKING OF BEING HAPPY
Just thinking of being happy, our hurried
friend tied the sorrows at the foot of the table,
he took a nap on the riverbed, and when
he woke up ... put his foot in the jackfruit, put
a jacket and went to party in heaven
mouth of the street ...
POLLUTION
The noise pollution is so intense,
the sound volume is so loud that
soon, soon, soon, soon there will be
queues of patients wanting to do
ear transplant ...
WEDDING
Marriage goes through several phases until
that comes to ending ... or not ...:
Initially marriage is a love movie.
Already at home living in two, it's drama ...
In the separation, it doesn't matter who is guilty,
it's either a comedy, or a horror movie ...!
11/14/22
It needs to be correctly retold
The problems came three fold
In came an extreme cold
Across the land beginning to seize hold
Giving nearly ever leaf mold
Nearby a market where there was meat sold
Experienced first hand or seen through a peephole
That was thousands of years or just a week old
In order to get it done, didn't always need gold
Droning on
According to you it was wrong
But not to GOD
Nor any dog
Regardless moving along
Staying strong
Beyond dusk and dawn
This world's f***ed up, I'm gone
Why do they always bandwagon?
What happened?
Zero if any compassion
Nobody asked them
Yet so quick to voice their hate about my actions
If only you could imagine
Sad that they laugh and backstab quick
My impact is
Like that of the Kracken
Combined with a Dragon
It's often a crap-shoot
That's the truth
Having nothing or everything to do with Black boots
Grassroots
Or Jackfruit
Feeling sad with the blues
Why is it that far too often it's bad news
Here grows a jackfruit tree in my office’s backyard
I wish to share a memoir of my life, which was marred by depression
It was just a sapling when I had joined duty
We both forged our respective journeys into the wild.
Having started flourishing in its own way
The sapling developed branches and started bearing fruit.
In contrast, my life started shrinking with depression
Following a negative trend and became messy
With people around me considering me a burden
Having had a roller-coaster journey of living
I feel my journey to be worth narrating.
Wishing to relieve stress from someone feeling depressed
I dare to share some of my experiences coping with depression.
Prior to dealing with depression and its resolution
I just want to let you have a glimpse of my journey.
The jackfruit possesses an outer spiky peel and an inner sweet pulp
Some people who seem negative on the surface, like the jackfruit peel,
are sweet inside, like its pulp
To some extent, this holds good for me too.
Having been a topper during my school and college days
I had always been under immense pressure to perform.
FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING
My heart lies vacant
to vulnerability, voiding into
a warm womb
of larvic rebirth
October ruptures orange octagons
pregnant with pretensions for balmy bathings
cock proffered a fiery feather
to a gaping garden gate
Hot white descends metallic
blue a dappled dance darting penetrates
washing machine mumbles
garbage collectors grumble
Noon consummates to hasten tasks
tarrying towards an amber throated afternoon
flowered teacup stares
a knobbly knee-jerked knock
I crystal circle a cobalt coming containing
wizened eyes of warted beggar
into pink palms of a purpled
garmented galactic guide
Shame laced in my DNA spiral
wrinkled its parley presence
I omitted some rooibos teabags
just jackfruit jam with half a loaf of bread
Missed a moment of silent saluted seeking
though pass two score and ten
Still I cannot read a …
Flowered teacup in spring
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