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The rain---sounds like catapults fired on our roof
drops like palm kernels---splash on the back cover
of our black pots, Stamping the roof like horse
galloping on a narrow bridge. Is it war ? we ask
ourselves. And its comes along with Jealous wind
beating trees to pulps. The plantain treesare no more
standing with their toes but lying belly faced to the
ground, the palm trees in razzmatazz dance to the
calypsos Of the wind their hips fixed but their hairs
swirls
The sound of the wind
plays the tune of an invincible piper who was well
paid and skillfully trained. The African rain Is like
a tornado sent by a weird mate to greet a foe his,
competitor So as to end the play of his dancers stop
the beat of his drums and gongs. On his feasting day
as he refuses to settle the ground
We in groups
of seven, eight, nine ten---at the heart of the town,
nooks and crannies and front of our compounds
with belly flashed open unto the maker chanting
poems in unison to tell how beautiful we love it
when it pours.
With sandy coloured panties,
we dance In ecstasies to the unrhythmic beat of
the rain drops, splashing dirty waters on each
other body parts a sign to depict our new happy
days ahead whoever misses out this fun is a loser
we dance dance!! dance!! and dance the winner
the best dancer Is carry on the shoulders with
awards of applauds and joyous loud wailing
calling loud his name in repetition.
At times we catch little fishes In the frontage
of our homes as the nearby rivers, and
streams overflow into the dirty clean streets
with drainages stock by polythene nylons---
and our joyful mothers, who sing songs of
melody In their heart for a heavenly pour
to greet their water pots for a cool drink,
are seated in poetic manner l while some
stand at akimbo thinks the disasters it
might cause them their roof to cure.
Usually at nights mother goes around
Our beautiful clayed hutmaking little
amendments to our brown blistered
basket
mouthed roof and the drops it had
sneaks through. And the prayers our
hearts we pray its rains no more---lets
little ocean is our comfort.
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At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the need for paroxysm
My word there’ll be no chicanery
And avoidance of anachronism
Far from being sesquipedalian
Nor need for any razzmatazz
The tale of the slubberdegullion
Who thought himself full with pizzazz
Though being so supercilious
His affect stirred only dudgeon
Any good was so very fugacious
From this untoward tatterdemalion
Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus
If you will, and worse a panjandrum
So aggravating and rumbustious
Redeeming qualities not a modicum
An unquestioned snollygoster
Given to being quite vagary
An ill-reputed hugger-mugger
And a voice of such cacophony
But I see that you are insouciant
And consider my warning malarkey
Since you wish to be recalcitrant
My apologies for being persnickety
I end my tale of the rapscallion
Without further ado or rigmarole
Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian
I have met my supererogatory parole
Written: August 10, 2023
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In the late summer's embrace, I find solace.
Bathing in the sun's warmth—nature's grace
The world apricates, as I do in kind,
A symbiotic peace, an eternal bind
Two silhouettes tested harsh jazz,
Waltzing in the field, casting a dazzling razzmatazz
In a corner stood, in an early red, earthy storm,
Whipping clouds, fluffy beds, curlicued form
A street lamp hung from the sky above,
Guiding lost souls with a gentle love
Often, in destruction, insight is found.
Into nature's secrets—profound
Observation becomes my daily quest.
Untangling nature's labels leads to a lovely conquest.
A thunderclap in a cloudless sky of blue
Clouds gather for thunder; it's surprising but true.
It also means—lightning can strike.
In broad daylight, out of view,
Whispers of late summer, a hidden clue
Nature's mysteries unfolded with my hike.
Revealing the awe-inspiring beauty that lies
In the symphony of the elements, I stand,
A witness to nature's mighty hand
As late-summer whispers surprise.
The secrets it conceals have me spellbound.
The sun's warmth embraces a soul that is found
Nature, my friend, dances by my side.
Together, we find solace in the late summer's stride.
In the harmony of life, we become one.
Immersed in the beauty that can never be undone.
Whispers of late summer guide the way.
Revealing the wonders of each raw day.
And as I wander through this enchanting land,
I realize that nature's touch is truly grand.
So let the whispers of late summer be heard.
As they carry the secrets of this wondrous world.
Dear Kitty friend, the first day that we met
I noticed right away how sleek you were.
From head to tiny paws, you were a jet
black, and soft to the touch was your smooth fur!
I brought you home, and said, "Here's our new cat."
"But aren't black cats bad luck?" my husband said.
How ludicrous he was! Dear, don't mind that!
With you, I've never had a thing to dread.
For six years now, you've lived inside our house,
and every night you curl up next to me.
You are so beautiful, and now my spouse
adores you too. You purr a lullaby
which soothes me, as each night, to sleep I drift.
If anything, you've been our GOOD luck gift!
Jan. 21, 2018 Dedicated to my sweet black cat, Razzmatazz
Based on Picture number two for Eve Roper's There is a Brighter Side Contest
Nobody wanted to listen to him.
Nobody wanted to give him their full attention.
Those who listened only did so with reservations.
They would give him a look that could strip the words from anyone,
thinking he was taking advantage of the moment,
believing he was cashing in on the razzmatazz of the place.
He felt distraught and despondent,
worthless and miserable.
It was a bright and sunny weekend,
a lovely day for shopping.
I didn't take my usual route but chose a different corner,
And I stumbled across some money on the floor.
I picked it up and looked around.
The closest person I saw was a young lad sitting all alone.
I walked up to him and asked if the money belonged to him.
Suddenly, tears streamed down his face,
drawing my attention and concern.
I told him to wipe his tears,
and he narrated his ordeal to me,
explaining how the urgency of his situation made him seek help.
I was deeply moved with compassion,
and I gave him the money I had intended to use for shopping,
as well as the money I had just found.
He thanked me and hurriedly went to attend to his pressing matter.
I felt a profound sense of emotion as I saw him raise his hands to the sky.
Someday, everyone will listen to him.
Someday, he will tell the world how he sailed through his fears, tears, and perplexities.
Someday, his meadow will blossom.
October 7, 2025.
One Christmas, hubbie lost his job,
and we were feeling sad
when at the pound, we found a cat
that helped me to feel glad.
We never knew what age she was.
All we knew was that
she’d lived with dogs and had green eyes
and was a little fat!
Although her name was Razzmatazz,
instead I’d call to her:
“Come, kitty, oh so beautiful
with shiny soft black fur.”
I loved to look into her eyes,
and back at me she’d gaze.
She’d hang around us. On our bed
with us she liked to laze.
When someone came to visit us,
beside us all she’d be.
Black cats like her are not bad luck.
So sociable was she!
Five years soon passed, and Razzmatazz
was acting rather strange.
First diabetes; then her stroke
affected quite a change.
To ease her pain, we had her put
to sleep, for death was near.
Today I see black cats and think
of mine so sweet and dear.
March 28, 2022
For the Black Cat Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
The tastes of spring jostle
my taste buds to awaken.
To stand up,
Get poked out on tongue.
Then to flick and lick, from the very tip of my tongue.
Savoring the tantalizing, titillating, tit-bit tastes,
that spring in season, rendered in bounteous bounty harvests,
from berries, fruits, peas, herbs, beans and juices.
Premeditated, contemplated and jazz-jammed
to razzmatazz improvisations and mantras
by scents wafting up the nose.
The five senses,
five essences,
five heavenly scents,
dance and jive
rejoicing in the tantalizing
quintuplet of
quintessential tastes,
that emerge in spring:
sweet, sour, salty,
bitter,
umami.
You used to
lovingly coax my
keys with your
melodies
flirt and tease so playfully
high-note hitting glee
We enjoyed
taking tunes apart
upside down
inside out
syncopated Beethoven
bobbidy-boo beats
No small feat
with shimmy and shake
boogie, blues
jazz and all
the razzmatazz I could take
late nights wide awake
You kept me
in good company
playing wild
playing loud
fiercely proud of the sounds we
would make all our own
But something
eventually
changed and our
songs became
sad and few, in shades of blue
slowly fading out
Dreary now
mahogany dull
no longer
loved, cared for
forlorn, faded wallflower
voicelessly, I grieve
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Another Shadorma form/ personification poem... What I *wish* my old piano thought of me. In truth, I think the 'old girl' is RELIEVED not to be bothered by me anymore!! (Music is sadly not one of my talents.)
Heroines fought battles, overcame
hardships to proclaim victory
Lena's sedentary reel, same same
Pristine paged humdrum story
Secure foundation led steadily wed
Chores' blur bolstered home
Wholesale whore for husband's bed
Battle liberated life bemoan
Pencil skirt vixens strut on television
Bold shoulder pads deception
Kids' Father ensured ample provision
Fed a fortress family protection
Frumpy comfort hot oven soap opera
Glazed gaps, glassed gorgeous
Razzmatazz Rochelle dating a doctor
Lena's latent longing engorges
27th June
Heaven for Heathens
Having been married the year before
Christine and I drove a Vauxhall Chevette
but it was now past its best years
so decided on buying new to collect
Our choice was a Vauxhall Nova
lovely blue colour with a good boot
comfortable seating too, a real catch
looking forward to tasting real fruit
The deal included midnight pick up
real razzmatazz ribbons and all
so strange to drive a new car home
in the dark for first time, what a call!
Many a nice holiday we spent
with our Nova throughout the UK
it could have driven many itself
the English lakes it knew its way
Never again had the experience
of that midnight drive away
all future buys were in daytime
that memory will always stay
(This is written remembering our first brand new car after getting married, it was quite an experience collecting it at midnight.)