Long Khaki Poems
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The sky,
it's not blue, It is silvery grey
a canvas smudged by trembling rays,
You—
Like the inside of a poet’s soul
Who is going insane, but laughs it off
sketches madness, speaks in dread
He writes with a pen of crimson red,
Pouring words in existential dread,
somehow alive, yet almost dead
in every phrase he has ever said
Khaki dress, brown horses tread,
a field of daisies, where no dreams wed
Blue beret falls, flashing death
Vivid dreams, the tulip's Dead
The sky's not blue it's vivid grey
Ever heard of leaver's stay?
He paints his muse-
As the conscious fuse
a girl runs, in silvery-grey
Yellow hues, field of hay,
face hidden, hair in disarray-
a moment lost in dim-lit decay.
For no logic could comprehend
What came his way
Shooting stars in iris gleamed
Visions repeat in the vivid dreams
Straw hat falls, drowning death
The Indus flows, daisy's dead
The skies renew, with a reddish hue
Giving the reader a timeless cue
Reindeer screams, panther sleeps
Creepers climb and the willows weep
Moonflower blooms, in sunset hue-
Lavender wilts, with a muddy view-
the sky, it watched—
In monsoon grey—
and swallowed all they didn’t say.
No place for you to be naive,
No shelter left for hearts to grieve
For every illusion has to cease
With every single paper crease
April 4—Personal grooming…
Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement
When Sam Adams
retired from
the U.S. Department of State,
he made five vows
which he kept for years.
first, he would quit daily shaving
shaving once or twice a month
second, he would never wear
a suit and tie
instead opting for the northwest look
Long pants, khaki or jeans, T-shirt
and a Western-style shirt
like a Pendleton shirt.
Third, he would retire in Korea
where his wife had family
and Southern Oregon
and an annual trip to DC
where they had rentals.
Fourth, they would travel
a lot every year
seeing as much as the world
as they could while they could still do.
starting with an epic road trip
across the US
10,000 miles 35 states
in three months
and a cruise to Alaska
his last State of 50 to visit
and an annual visit to someplace
warm in the winter.
Fifth, he would start a blog and podcast.
the World According to Cosmos,
to highlight his poetry and short story
submissions and occasional political rants.
He kept his vows
except that COVID blew away
his travel plans from 2019 to 2022!
and he wore a suit once,
to attend the wedding of the son
of his best Korean friend.
A crush of grey faces, solemn
against the grey sky, the grey sea;
a pale, youthful khaki column
slow board the ship from granite quay
from which a crowd; sisters, mothers,
cheer, with feigned encouragement
as they had done for all others;
one by one, families are rent.
Flags fail to flutter in the breeze,
too limp with early morning dew,
will not acclaim these enlistees
with glorious red, white, and blue.
They, silent, smiling, sharing smokes
depart, in dawn's colourless haze
with knowing stares at their kinfolks
where both their inner thoughts betrays.
The whooping horn, the splash of rope
the churning oily water, twixt they
and the widening space of hope
as the ship slow departs the bay.
Some linger, watch the vessel leave;
others close eyes, and turn their back;
all, secretly, already grieve,
as the yellow black topped smoke stack
vanishes from view
and, takes away those few.
Khaki lapped mangroves, sun bouncing transferred
Journeys bright flashes along branches texture
Conveyerbelt spot lights glide, bright pattern superb
Bath tidal shallow travels water's gold reflection
High heat subdued by horse tail tassled foliage
Sea loving pine hung in bunches, long drapes swung
Salty silt bed rigid roots drink in river knowledge
Steady light slide show rhythms calm dance among
Hectic city spectacle, hulk forty storey bulk surly
Gaped naked windows glare against cement facade
Dominate diminished dunes, emit shadows early
Rough road map arms umbrella mangroves in mirage
A million miles distance gifted in fifty metre gap
Delicate crescent of white sand, best spot on globe
Display of unreal critters crawl warm yellow sap
Dappled place of sanctuary spurs disco bulb strobe
25th September
Gold Coast, Australia
A Tear for Don
I still shed a tear over you, Don,
I wish you were still here, alive.
Remember the day we first met, Don,
A pair of young schoolboys aged five?
Remember how we were like brothers, Don?
The way we were always together.
We seemed to be joined at the hip, Don.
Our bond an unbreakable tether.
I think of our time as Cadets, Don,
Playing at soldiers in green.
And then you did it for real, Don,
At the fresh, youthful age of fifteen.
I didn’t much like all that serge, Don,
The khaki like wire, and sore.
So I chose to wear Navy Blue, Don,
And you laughed when that scratched even more!
You served in many campaigns, Don,
As I, in my Unit, did too.
We understood each other’s thoughts, Don.
Each knew what the other went through.
Then as our later years passed, Don,
Our friendship grew stronger and stronger.
I wish you’d been able to stay, Don,
Been my brother a little bit longer.
I still shed a tear over you, Don,
And although some may see it as strange,
My sadness and heartbreak are true, Don.
Can’t see how those feelings will change.
You’ve reached the Final RV, Don,
But I remain, soldiering on.
I’ll keep your memory safe in my heart,
Till we meet again, my brother Don.
Azure blue skies adrift with snowy clouds
Traveling across the vibrant gold of the sun
As it caresses the rich, black earth, home to
Olive and emerald grasses rich with clover
Oaks, birch and pine – soft jade and khaki
Thrilling the soil with a bold, vivid embrace
From the dewdrop liquid that sparkles delight
On the supple, flamboyant petals whispering
At the edges of forest and woods, bright
Scarlet, lavender, auburn and laughing, lively
Shades of blushing rose and ruby flames
Brightening the heart with a breath of wonder
Collecting love and happiness through the sense
Of assurance and faith found in a taste of
Hope that is hidden behind beaming rays
Blossoming kisses of daisies and sunflowers
Beautiful pieces of the soothing delights
Sighing silent wisdom on heavenly hues
Insights, inspirations, imaginations alive
With a thriving desire to brighten lives
With these intriguing whispers of light
Falling across the heavens into the night
Where there is only love to shine bright
Heavenly hues dance to the melody of joy
Awakening a heart to true feelings of praise
And prayers sent to the God who knows us
Sends those heavenly hues to warm us
With a smile from His spirit, His grace and mercy
Capturing our hearts with the brilliance
Of colors crisp and captivating, Crayola dreams
Breaking through the creative visions
From the hand of a blessing we remember
As the child who knew about God’s glittering
Gifts of colors – in rainbow worlds where
Wishes are wished on stars and prayers are
Prayed to the One who has blessed our hearts
With loving colors to brighten the whole world
Suddenly we appear
On a land with tinctured atmosphere
The cross, the moon and star
A sovereign state more ethnical than wazobia
A smooth and broad path before us
Hungry for our feet to break the hush
Alas the road becomes starved
With thorns and thistles upwardly breaking its soil
Like the ape, bigotry evolves
Extremist in every nook and cranny
Untamed by the scepter and khaki
Callously murdering people in cold blood
Enemies of peace lurking around
Refusing to walk in the path of love
Killing people with façade of hide and skin
The unpunished traitors of love and nationalism
Dedicated to those who lost their lives in Southern Kaduna massacre
YEMI AFO (2017)
Yesterday, at Maker Space, I completed
Embroidering the image of your second home,
And you were sitting in there alone.
I also added embroidery of the poem,
Titled 2024.7.29, the first poem I posted
The one being featured on the Poetry Soup home page once.
I also included a popular poem in foreign language,
Which formed the lyrics of a movie's theme.
It crossed my mind,
How would you feel the minute you saw it?
If I was you, I treasured every meaningful item,
Especially if it directly related to me.
It depicted your image, from green beanie,
Black and white stripe woolly scarf, khaki creamy jacket,
Blue jean and the runners of bright green soles colour.
One day, when you have a chance
To read my poems on the Poetry Soup website
Please be kind to make some comments,
Have my memories served me well?
Except for the grammar, was there anything I wrote,
Was untrue or inaccurate?
It was hard to believe but it was true that
Honesty and keeping promises,
Were not the best policies,
In the current society.
I couldn't help it. It was me.
Can not help and can not change it.
Backyard dandelions
have parachuted upwards,
on heavenly breezes.
The mower gave them a kick-start,
then they ascended; some to tickle
ears and noses.
Ride along garden cowboy,
your straw fieldhands hat,
is full of sunny sweat.
Old black dog
long past its time,
jiggles its hairy hind -
a hot tamale wagging the sky.
Small town
brown rabbits scoot the air.
Honeybunch arrives with cold beer.
Soon the gas guzzler
will dawdle, decide to die happy,
its clattering engine
between khaki shorts
sputters
upon a stubby green.
Orbiting Sol
dandelion children
return
loaded with raindrops
to wet the whiskers
of a fat tabby cat.
Now where did lumpkins go?
Under the hedgerow
feline gums yawn wide.
I glanced up the road and was taken aback with what I saw.
I looked again and to my surprise,
There was a troop of army guys coming down the road, all decked out in rainbow colored garb.
How could their coats of many colors fool anyone, and be camouflage.
Hotchpotch splotches dabbed on khaki, perhaps a fancy dress disguise
How silly they looked. Were they ashamed?
How could they go into battle dressed like that, when their foe would laugh at them.
Perhaps this was the tactic, distract the enemy, get them laughing, and shoot them dead.
Would the rainbow uniforms foster camaraderie among the troops?
Like a fancy dress attendees at a ball,
When its fun to look silly and its safe to laugh at each other.
As the soldiers marched in step towards me,
I noticed a frivolity in the demeanor.
Their step was more a meter dance step with fling, flare and flourish
Than a heavy trudge of hob-nailed boot banged on ground.
Perhaps the fancy dress had lightened their mood and plod.
As the dance party got closer I could here the chant they recited as they marched along:
"Are you ready kids?"
"Aye Aye Captain"
"I can't hear you!"
"AYE AYE CAPTAIN" "AYE AYE CAPTAIN"
"Yeah... I hear, yeah"
"Aye Aye Captain"
"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"
"Spongebob Squarepants"
"Spongebob Squarepants"
"Spongebob Squarepants"
So the Rainbow Colored Camouflage had worked a treat!
Silly soldiers singing silly songs, in their silly coats of many colors.
Recalling how in the bible, Israel who loved Joseph more than all his sons,
Made him a coat of many colors.
Perhaps the soldiers too, were spoiled favorites of the commander chief?