Cherry flowers bloom,
But for now, this time around,
I pick by myself.
I stare into the sunset,
To contrast myself from trash.
SOMETHING ABOUT YOU
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Substitute the port
With Ole smoke with
5 tablespoons of honey
cinnamon in the ritz
Pie.
That's dessert My Love.
Roast Chicken marinaded
in Italian salad dressing.
I grounded cornflakes
Added parmeseam to the
Seasoned flour, with cayenne
Dipped the thick pork chops
Slow roasted until tender
Made a gravy with sherry
and cream
Broiled brussel sprouts
And boiled cauliflower
Double cooked plantains
I pureed carrots
Topped with honey and ghee
Grapeseed oil.
Yeast rolls
That's for the love of being loved!
I gotcha love
aint outta the way
Some more love
I heard what you said
Make some time
It's worth the effort
More than this
It starts with a kiss
The rest is on you!
Sat by the jetty overlooking the waters
of Tombia
Waves and ripples as boats drive
pass speedily
Passengers and luggage alike all
disembarking
All by the Tombia waterside in the
riverine Rivers
Free from the hustles and bustles bedevilling
Port Harcourt
The mayhem and chaos in the Oil city all left
behind in the city
Yet such serenity by the waters of Tombia
Piece, quiet and tranquility quieten my
stress
Trying to be patient, but my patience is
running riot
Trying to stay and remain calm by the waters
of Tombia.
Roasted peppered fish and plantains my
consolation.
All by the waterside of Tombia.
It's not the herbal
That grows over the sea,
Behind the mountain,
But the herb that grows
With you in the same yard
The plants that hermit found
Unnoticed, overgrown weeds
Of plantains, onions, or bulb forms
That matter most for healing
Of body, soul and thoughts.
POINT ZERO
Birth slipped into fast flowing
rivers of patterned fissures
her arching brows brazen
searching sagaciously
microscoping every moment
tangoing across thorny
thickets
Hope gazed at her prayer
puzzle poised with pensive
pencils plaintively planting
plantains for pink parakeet
caressing spines singing
softly stirring custard
pudding
Love thought she was best
berry fruit from which fragrant
juice poured jetting jewels
a silver sabre silently stared
further from truth she stood
a sacked saga sagged
Death smiled enigmatically
held Birth, Hope and Love
in oblong esteem observing
Time’s oval ovaries to strike
sublime a node through
which she sodium sucked
Point Zero zipped in sidelong
zaps dishing each zappy
zodiac zones showering
all four with Infinity’s
zygotes zooming
Point Zero was Hero !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2021
they found altierrium there!
so much to share
everyone's there
hurray they say!
ya'll stop and stare.
personality and I like it
I like it
alterrium
alterrium.
Bee eh, bee eh,
Bee Are eye dhee eh!
yeah
Be are eye de ehee
yeah!
yeah!
yeah!
dhey caul hurr
mealy jawbone
she could swallow the
biggest plantains round
about the island
presonus
tascam
clarlay
and stuff
alterrium, alterrium
nightrait
le' chixen Mousse
swig,swig
ooh, ooh!
mellow, mellow
alterrium
allterrium!
Everywhere known as the Red Hot,
For which it is also Near Not
You try it skin won’t like the spot
Awaits the eye the worse-than-blot…
Everywhere hated for its smoke,
Smoke sneaking into eyes not a joke;
In emergency tears eyes soak,
Big frowns and squints by the taxed bloke…
What fire does is keep burning,
For a torched house triggered mourning,
Watchers; innards badly churning,
For fire fighter eyes turning!
Still, the best labor to hire
For kitchen jobs that don’t tire:
The plantains and yams we would fry
Or after some denied days cry,
The soup good chefs cook as a group
For events hyped by a paid troupe,
Hot fluid for brass monkey weather
To one save shakes like a feather…
Yes, for cold water we should boil
So that we won’t after bath coil.
I hold disdain for the dizain,
Prefer bananas to plantains,
The tail-rhyme over the quatrain,
The trivial to the inane,
And, frankly, like my ice cream plain.
Some folks prefer a chocolate sauce
But I am rather at a loss
To suggest one I’ve come across,
So keep the gold and skim the dross.
Vanilla bean, man, that’s the boss.
I see it in cubes cast
And chiefly featuring in breakfast;
In Bread and cake harboured
And in plantains and cereals honoured…
Also in my tea that would gullets pass through,
Its presence in oats holding true.
I see it in packs neatly filled
In layers arranged and sealed,
Each one of them as white as white can be!
Every one of them nearly the honey of a bee.
I’m told The Best Quality is in Havana,
Although readily grows in every Savannah.
A starchy stuff and energy booster,
Raiser of the Weak and sure Mover!
Yet, not a fabulous treat for The Diabetic
None ever, after taking it, ecstatic…
Must, in fact, forget consuming even a single:
Their no no-go area and Bermuda Triangle.
We awakened to rhythms of beating drums
Shouting cadences through a low rising river fog
Young men talking to friends in distant villages
On the only telephones they have.
We marveled at their ingenuity, their creativity
The strange language only they could understand
While we ate our mound of breakfast plantains
And missed our cellphones.
The bush comes alive; the heavy humidity hovers
Thick with the acrid smells of open cooking fires
Young women are heading for the open fields
While the older villagers gather to make deals.
They know nothing of super mini malls
Nor the clanging bell of the stock market
Every day is a search for their daily needs
And still, they are the world’s happiest people.
BRONZE WINNER
under the name "A Suburb of Nairobi"
"100 Poem Celebration" Poetry Contest
September 2, 2021
when we met
you were still
wearing braces
when we kissed
i could still taste
the plantains on
your lips licking
and wondering
honey what's
cooking
Sapphire reflections of a time when life seemed all but simple. The smell of plantains and coconut steamed skin was yet another reminder of the summer before. I still remember the way Denim floated against waves so opulent with Artic hues. The memory of you that day burned into my retinas. Skin as dark as Royal, Steel eyes wrapped in Azure clothing with sweet Persian beneath your feet. Share with me your virtue as we navigate Periwinkle ripples.
Birds scatter away from the trees
as they blissfully sing in choruses.
Trees glow in reddish-ember hue'
making the forest to be brighter.
The scent of night rain
oozes from the moist ground,
to our nostrils as we are half-awake.
Farmers sing as they head
to their farms to till the land.
Children creep to the plantains,
to check their mole traps.
Shepherds take their cattle herds
to graze in the green fields....
It is morning;
a new day!
At first we seemed to slope
Low and low, I thought we could drop
Then snaking through the hills, we
rose
And I imagined the valleys could close
Yes! This was the land of awe
I peered through the windows and
saw
The hills resembled a big cat’s raised
paw
Indeed they made the terrains afar a
desire
For mine eyes couldn’t stop but
admire
Yes! This was the land of awe
The plantains darted everywhere in
joy
Dancing beneath seemed the
cassava’s ploy
Were they seeing the glint in my
eyes?
Their response was such a dice!
Yes! This was the land of awe
Then palm trees in rows as folds in a
foil
I could smell the richness of the soil
And left to dreamily savor its oil
Pondering on the folk’s toil and moil
Yes! This was the land of awe
As the city drew nigh
Mine being lit with a sigh
At the thought of meeting with the
women and men
That walked majestically along the
streets and down the lane
For indeed, this was the land of awe!
(A Trip to Bujumbura, Burundi)
Jambalaya tastes so fine
With sweet plantains fried…
Serve this dish up nice and hot,
Sure to hit the spot…
Of course you’ll feel fine
Won’t you sit,
Dine!
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