What a cameo in the hot harmattan eve !
Sweet soursop scents marinated with the haze
And all the other ones impasse in my qui vive .
Words became satisfying minting juice ,
Black with currents ,mingled bittersweet after
Soft like lush ripe and delicious in undying truth .
But In this colorful world of pines and apples ,
With the sour and the dapples between the toil
We will weather the rains and dry foggy nights .
In all laughter and of youthful lovers delight ,
Not of science of apples falling for clues
Nor of religion with the doom preceding the bite .
But with all hope hope from a trampled rose ,
Earnestly rooting for the hazelnuts
Swinging between the canes of sugars and beats.
As it touches the ground like a whispered prayer,
With heaven's own sacramental wine
Wholesome and pristine “
Five centimeters beneath the dangling papayas ,
under a starry night gaze with splendor
Can you see how vividly the moonlight scrawls the pomegranate.
Beneath moist soils with seeded holes !
Hold your grounds your sprouting melon
So here’s to your juice you amazing Tangelo
Hold your grounds with bunches of love .
Categories:
papayas, beauty, bible, color, faith,
Form: Free verse
Is this a dream? A hallucination! An Illusion!
Is this Beelzebub's magic-mystic-mirage fusion?
Is it a paradise? Nirvana! Stratosphere! Heaven!
Am I in a psycho-physical eerie cloud seven?
I found mangoes, papayas, bananas, and limes.
Rose, lily, jasmine, plumeria, and anthuriums
Parrots, crows, toucans, turacos, antbirds, and manakin
Aren't all these enough to tell me that it's at home I'm in?
Crystal clear is the sea I see in calm wave-less motion.
That seems as though in eternal dispute with the ocean.
Changing colors like actors in a play, changing costumes
Immaculately clean and smells as though mixed with perfumes.
Grand twilight at the rising of the sun and its setting
Seemed classical painting of divinity projecting
I felt the flora and fauna fit my feelings so well.
I stayed there for a long time, forgetting heaven and hell.
Categories:
papayas, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
"piñas papayas mangoes"
the street
vendor
sings
the
title of
this poem
Categories:
papayas, color,
Form: Free verse
Green! This is what comes before me when I think of parrots.
Aren't, yet, red, blue, indigo and mix of all their merit?
Mingling midst moss-green leaves; moving like calm breeze midst them,
Parrots have their ways of singing their daily sans-anthem...
Papayas and pomegranates stand so shy when they arrive,
Camouflaging their colors, these, within and midst them thrive.
Careless and carefree...? Nay. They know their undefined freedom.
Amalgamating with the limitless nature-kingdom...
short, sturdy, curvy beak that resembles an antique art,
As though, within it hides austere, authentic earthling heart...
I cannot bear them brooding in a cage, silver or gold,
Every parrot in us should come out courageous and bold...!
25 September 2022
A Flock of Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
papayas, bird, nature,
Form: Couplet
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe." Carl Sagan (1934-1996)
Apple Pies
A welcome task past wayward primes where plucked delights
yon mangoes, guavas, and papayas...
stands a Granny Smith apple tree.
Flour demonstrate a chopping board, rolling pin and
some countertop rests deep dishes packed midst
smooth dough amongst rooted chunks of butter,
few apples blended plus brown sugar, the rest sliced.
What is the stanch embodiment of a well-rounded kitchen's use?
Inventiveness, great apple pie.
2021 February 12
Categories:
papayas, creation, inspiration,
Form: Prose
Five papayas and a basket
Are brought by Granda Mel;
The sweet fruits are given
To her five friends very well.
The first fruit is handed to Raquel,
A good poetess from Lebanon;
Her heart is filled with joy,
Due to kindness of Grandma Mel Pilon.
Brother Jun and Brother Clauds
Hold their respective papayas;
Their eyes smile and sparkle,
Because Grandma is not biased.
The fourth fruit is gladly received
By the writer and singer Gigi;
She happily hugs Grandma Mel,
Because of her generosity.
The basket and the fifth fruit
Are for Bernard to get;
For he is the last to take one
Of five papayas and a basket.
Categories:
papayas, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Twenty-three metres. An elephant leap. Vast leg spasms and sporadic duties to a tiled polished floor. Fire formatting finishing frames. And a pyrolysis of a purple strand of hair in a sinkhole waging war with a little flea. Never let it be said that a dynamic IP address will come from work as adjectives are not noted for complacency and judgement is formed from ordered shelves of peas. Lining up on the many shelves. In tins. Exact. Numbered. 00100 or 100900.000 is no name. It is no honour. It is a code. That is no way to treat and grow a core. Essences remain in a cosmically fired whirl. And goblin spinsters whirl backwards in moonlit flames. Flamenco feet then. Cha cha cha. How charismatic and charming. Radioactive beans. Hahahaha firing papayas' is fun. Hahahaha left angled triangular prisms. Deliberation z
Categories:
papayas, arabic, basketball,
Form: I do not know?
I stand here looking out across the land
At sun kissed pineapple plants row by row.
Green tops on red earth outwardly expand.
Rich volcanic soil filtered throughout time
Has grown many harvests of sugarcane;
Papayas, lychee, and mangos sublime.
These islands are a melting pot of souls
Who love to surf and swim in waltzing waves,
Laze in lagoons protected by sea shoals.
Steep sweeping mountains overlook the sea
With climbing trials that lead up to hill tops,
As Earth gives birth to every plant and tree.
From precious gems and metals that abound,
To minerals and herbs to make us well,
We are blessed by Earth's bounty from the ground.
Rising Earth began with islands, you know?
As steaming lava flows toward the sea,
Hawaiians feel honor watching Earth grow.
Contest Element Earth Part 1
Sponsor Brian Davey
March 13, 2016
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Categories:
papayas, beauty, earth,
Form: Rhyme
The past
The past
I sat beneath the bamboos
with a refresh man of the crying bamboo leaves.
Ohh I remember my childhood
cause the wind return my sorrow again.
all friends playing with a present.
cause I remembered the past.
ohh I heard a window banging down
for the wind has comes.
when I heard a child crying,
under her mother labs.
I remembered the Past of those present,
the grapes I test with a Cherry.
I feel like in healing my Last breath.
cause I know I won't retreat this moment again,
what if I became a bird.
I wish to sit on the branch of papayas tree
for I favor to taste the sweetness of its season
a 5: 30 evening makes me touch
for its spring may
hope I once again face this memories
with bravery pravillion chest
Ohh! how long I have come through this dream world
I was just in a hurry to go in a cloud
for I can't the wind blows and took me away in a burry memories
ohh how far i was drawn out by the taste of its .
By Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date of Birth 28-12-1997
Address 40 V/C Vaivakawn, Zotlang, Aizawl,
Mozoram
Email ID alexhaokipkips@gmail.com
Website: www.potmopi.blogspot.com
Contavt No; +919612146556
Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Categories:
papayas, poetry,
Form: Light Verse
Of mangos
Papayas
Pineapples
My favourite fruits
Are your lips.
Fleshy, rounded
Like ripe peaches.
I can part them with my tongue
Like the halves of an apricot.
Bite, feel them give,
Delicate plum-like skin
Breaks and
I can taste warmth,
salt and iron.
Inviting as
Sun-kissed cherries
But they welcome,
Unlike berries,
They press back.
Delicious abandon,
Flavour of your breath,
Ecstasy and mint.
Each kiss
A perfect pomegranate seed,
Binding me, Persephone,to you,
tangled in Passion flower vines.
Categories:
papayas, passion,
Form: Free verse
Eye twitch to thunder
Bed stretch to rain
Pod of our house
with tin roof as our skin
Drip of papayas
Moment of green
Every last leaf
with a slick and a sheen
Compass of darkness
Clouds kissing trees
Cumulous whisper
to us on our knees
Noses to windows
Peeping to see
the music which pulled us
from blankets of sleep.
Categories:
papayas, happiness, life, nature, time,
Form: Quatrain