The woman is
milk juice,
the man is
sugarcane juice...
the woman is
Apple pear,
the man is
lemon fruit...
the woman is
for pro sec
the man is
brandy...
the woman is
sweet potato,
the man is
manioc...
the woman is
the heat,
the man is
popcorn...
the woman is
violin,
the man is
trombone...
the woman is
basilar,
The man
it's acidity...
the woman is
the road,
the man is
truck...
the woman is
a garden,
the man is
the wilderness...
the woman is
to forgive,
the man from
kill executioner...
the woman
never is afraid,
tô donate
the man is
afraid to surrender...
the woman is
Calm sea,
the man is
angry river...
the woman is
beauty flower,
the man is
proud cactus...
the woman is
right sure,
the man is
kinda crooked...
the woman is
landlady,
your man is
farmer...
But love is a strong link
that promotes communion,
love is the amalgam that unites them
and do party in the heart...
Separated they produce nothing...
but together they bear fruits
in creation...!
Categories:
manioc, allegory, allusion, analogy, extended
Form: Free verse
Go and stretch a puppy's tail,
Get with rice a manioc root,
Tell me if sun will buy moon a veil,
Or to who he gave her leather boot,
Teach me to hear coyote’s singing,
Or to keep off drunk bees’ stinging,
And sniff
What skiff
May tell you where I gobble lollipop.
If you think that you are so witty,
And brag you can do anything worse;
Visit all the liquor shops in the city,
Till you spend last loonie in your purse;
You, when you come home, will tell me,
All the grand bottles that you did see,
And swear,
No where
You saw any man gobbling lollipop.
If you find one, let our son know,
It’ll water his mouth with sweet;
Yet I’m sure, son will not go,
Though at next door you might meet;
And he were eating, when you met him,
And last, till you guide our son there,
Yet he
Will be
Gobbling bottles of Madeira, not lollipop.
Dec. 20, 2020
PARODY OF A FAMOUS POEM Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Categories:
manioc, humor, parody,
Form: Lyric
Lamp
Mustn’t you cry
Or put your head down
Rid yourself of it now
Mustn’t it eat you alive
A rotten soul never dies
It’s presence is fresh in our minds
The scars have healed
But the words survived
Sweep the dust
Mustn’t you put the brush down
‘till its gone
Mustn’t you linger in the dark
Hold up the lamp and walk the mile
A good eye
Sees plentiful harvest
Yam, Manioc and plantain
Pretty grass skirts
Beads and face paint
A heated leaf
Wrapped with spiderweb around the leg
To protect against malaria
A good nose smells dawn’s crisp, misty breath
Shoots arms up, yawns and takes a breath
A good ear , listens ‘till it’s done
Embracing warmth
A good mouth
Helps prepare the day’s catch
And shares the batch
Rotten is the fruit
The enemy shares with you
Shall you know him
His capabilities
Let you not be fooled
For you will be doomed
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/14/19
Categories:
manioc, care, christian, creation, death,
Form: Free verse
The woman is
juice to milk,
the man is
cane juice
The woman is
Apple pear,
the man is
prickly pineapple
The woman is
Prosecco wine,
the man is
porto...
The woman is
sweet potato,
the man is
manioc...
The woman is
the warmth,
the man is
popcorn...
The woman is
violin,
the man is
trombone...
The woman is
basilar
The man
it's acidity ...
The woman is
the road,
the man is
truck...
The woman is
a garden,
the man is
the backyard ...
The woman is
of giving forgiveness,
the man of
killing somebody
The woman
gives without fear,
the man has
fear of giving
The woman is
Calm sea,
the man is
angry river
The woman is
beauty flower,
the man is
ugly proud
The woman is
pure thing,
the man is
kind of crooked ...
The woman is
owner of the land,
the man is her
farmer...
But love is strong link.
which promotes communion,
love is the bond that unites them
and makes the feast of the heart ...
Separated nothing produces ...
but together they create humanity ...!
Categories:
manioc, fun, hilarious, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Cancer-
Is it beyond cure?
Death,like a tomorrow sure?
No causes found yet for this case
More lives going to rest in peace
Cancer for long,playing havoc
Doctors sick of fighting to block
No cure found for cancer?
Then how the old escaped from this wiser?
Can't cure, why,this killer cancer?
Can Sir! there is cure for cancer
Root causes what for cancer?
A root in turn here as an answer
No more sick go nor panic
Here is a herbal called manioc
Intake today,take tomorrow manioc
Avoid at all walking towards any clinic!
Categories:
manioc, cancer, caregiving, cheer up,
Form: Light Verse
My island slept for years in the care
Of Tainos, Caribs and Arawak
Their canoes on the sea breast bare
Dreaming of milk from manioc
The swamps unscarred, trees secure
Batos and songs rinsed in the azure.
Then came doom laden caravels came
Prancing with Conquistadores
Their swords to slaughter, then to shame
The Ave Marias slutted by whores
Whose blazing balls of canons denied
The sufficient death of the crucified.
My island was the Mary Magdalene held
For ransome in the frying lust
For gold, the continental wars spelled
A trembling virginity in the dust
A lost of idyllic grace, where bloody men
Sowed the evil inherited again and again.
From Spanish to French, Spanish to British
How callous is all history
A spectre publishing the marginal brutish
Shrivelled glory of identity.
And still my Mary, her alabastor box a gift
This tropic wonder, this lignum vitae of thrift
From empty tomb to broken hearted disciple
Evanglizes the Mahoe dawn
Over the Blue Mountain where peace ripple
On the motto, still the fawn
In the forest brings the stag to court
This island stands ready to file a good report.
Categories:
manioc, places
Form: Verse