I Am a Mango Tree
I wear a shady crown of greenish leaves
That sing a sweet song with the gentle breeze
Provide shade from the sizzling summer sun
With playful children staging ample fun,
Birds free to pitch their nest oft and anon;
After springtime bloom, mangoes start to grow,
At outset, small with a green vibrant glow
Ripened to reddish gold, hanging so low
Youngsters and adults pick my fruits for free,
The sweetest juicy treat, enjoyed with glee.
I am a mango tree sprouted at the backyard
when I am full of leaves, humans for shade come to me.
when I am in flower, they admire me
when I bear fruits, they stone me
when I shed leaves, they curse me
when I am old, they hack and cut me.
birds and squirrels in all seasons and clime,
never expecting a dime, steadfastly love me.
they leave me full of glee,
but from men, I would rather flee!
There was a window by the mango tree,
facing west, where sunlight spilled like secrets.
That’s where I waited,
where I last saw you—
not waving, just walking.
The curtains danced even when the wind was still.
They remembered your scent
better than I did.
I tried to forget the taste of afternoons
without your laugh in the hallway.
Tried to unhear the sound
of your keys…
not returning.
The mango tree grew quiet,
like it, too, was grieving.
Its fruits fell without reason—
like how people leave
without explanation.
Even now,
I pass that window
and forget to breathe.
This is how I remember it:
Not with fireworks or music,
but with silence,
and the ghost of your footsteps
fading into the floorboards
of a house
that no longer knows your name.
haiku contest
sponsor : Tania Kitchin
submission: 26/5/25
mango
sun kissed blessed fell
tough smooth skin blade slashed, dripping ~
rip hair juicy sweet
green skin holds a dream
sweet flesh hides a large, flat seed -
golden juice now drips
mango
mango? lady stay?
up to you my sweet delight.......
perfect as you are
In ripe mango golden pulp
Pour cream half-a-cup
Mix a few shredded mint leaves
Add spoonful honey
Blend with ice, I make
Summer drink
Grand.
Love might she whisper
her sweet nothings
Love might she wish to ignore
Love might she want to hear me
sing
Love
My Love
the one I adore
Love might the warmth of morning
greet me as I kiss your face
Love endearing and calming
Love
oh Love a sweet embrace
Love our melding
might we be together
Love
oh love
my lovers embrace
Mango
Warm and sweet in the summertime
Bright like the sunshine
My starburst ... technicolor dreamboat fantasy
Lapping up every trickle of ecstasy that runs down your skin
Tantalizing the way your flesh melts on my tounge
Ripe for the picking
Come to me
Mango juice in summers
Aah,just delicious,
When I look to the juice glass with icy blast
My tongue flickers,to sip it, drink it,lick it.
My eyes shines like a baby
Who wants many toys and he got it
It's fragrance runs deep through my throat
Wanted me to drink like a lover
wants to suck her beloved from head to toe
When I bring glass near my lips
Saliva from my mouth drips
When I finally drink the juice
I get mesmerized like a lover lost in her beloved eyes
Alfonso is sweet mango
small in size as young girl tit
cheery yellow like sunlight
cool aroma smells
Shes always so exotic,
And sweetly pretty,
And kind,
Grateful,
For beauty,
Like an evening moon,
Her Beauty,
Salsas,
Like,.
a mango melon sunrise,
A mango melon sunrise,
A mango melon sunrise,
Shes always so sweetly pretty,
And exotic,
And kind,
Her beauty,
Like an exotic nightingale,
Her Beauty,
Salsas,
Like,
A mango melon sunrise,
A mango melon sunrise,
A mango melon sunrise
Reynaldo Casison
The mango wind, sighs,
All night, the way your soul does,
When it loves me
Reynaldo Casison
Mango tree,
Lovely and beautiful,
As a salsa lady,
You are exotic,
And tropical splendors,
Your leathery sultry petals,
With fine and rare warmth,
Dress the body,
Of your surreal canopy,
In the enchanted wind,
Like a salsa lady,
The curves of your fruits,
Are like brilliant,
orange moons,,
And they blush,
With love,
red as roses,
By deep kisses,
Of moon and sun,
Resplendently,
Upon your sweet,
Boughs,
That bow,
And sway,,
Sway and bow,
With a harvest,
Of kindness,
And its,
Parched,
And,
Damp,
Allure,
Mango tree,
Like a salsa lady,
Your delicious canopy,
Is rare beautiful delights,
It gifts her sighs,
With love,
warmth of days,
And their starry nights
Reynaldo Casison
A lovely mango flower,
Reposes,
In a porcelain vase,
As if it has run away,
From its moonkissed,
garden,
And gala of stars,
Overwhelmed,
By its clusters,
Porcelain vase,
With,
an,
enchanted,
mango,
Flower,
You caress,
A magic,
Of,
Enchantment,
Fruit of petals,
Sensual midnights,
Vineyard waves,
That dances,
In,
A sweet,
deep,
loving,
Stillness
Reynaldo Casison
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