Pukka Poems | Examples

Snippets of Spring vol 1

Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking

Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts

Believing in hefty heaving heroes

Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows

Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries

Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic 

Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries

Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams

Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels

Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels

Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic

Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
  
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle

Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka

True Freedom part 3

We left our intrepid adventures on the plains of the Serengeti and there we will
re-join them. Pukka has heard word of an evil genie down in the old Rhodesia
He appears to have set up shop taking whatever he wants by magic  and other 
such underhand means. It is said that he has his eye set on the moon maiden.

Oh no that would be a bad thing for she to have to suffer. Just then a native flung himself before Simba and Pukka masters oh masters he has captured
the moon goddess. We need to rescue her to save night itself can you imaged
a day with out night just endless days too terrible to think about. After a
deep pondering yes said they could not and must rescue her without delay.

Arriving at his court Benjay told them he was in the wrong and released
her without delay. The friends decided to hire troop of guards to protect her
and various other things with these in place they felt safe enough to
take long vacations and left to do their own things

Imagination

I fell asleep in a wondrous glen
that seemed so full of sparkly things
Trees here, over there a unicorn what?
Yes a unicorn perched on a grassy rock

I looked at it, it too looked at me I say
how do you do? well ty. how do you?
Fine I reply. but why are you here?
I am your guide between our worlds

my name is pukka and first we go to
the high priest's hall where all is decided
So together they set off passing trees
shaped like crocks, elephants and birds 

Most would talk to them of scandalous
things but Pukka rushed him past then 
they were there. what do you think we
should do with the thief Simba they asked

Peg him out in the desert for one night
let the animal's decided his fate and so
that was what happened and entered
into the good book as the punishment

Right best be bustling along right fast
in a flash they were back in the glen
Simba rubbed  his eyes in disbelief 
Pukka had vanished all seem the same

Simba found some sparkly hairs call me if you need me

Yucca Moth

Yucca moth small white
Feeds upon yucca
Quite unique sight
Could say pure pukka.

'Pon tea, did alight.
Right in my cuppa  
Quite a unique sight
Sails of felucca

 
A moth so white bright
But blends with yucca
Quite a unique sight
Blended in plica   

A form called Yodel. 
Pukka meaning excellent or high class
Felucca a sailing ship
Plica folds of a plant

Topic: Hospital of Tought Theme: the Hospital of Thought Needs Elite Thought

TOPIC: HOSPITAL OF TOUGHT
THEME: THE HOSPITAL OF THOUGHT NEEDS ELITE THOUGHT 

                         HOSPITAL OF TOUGHT

But.....formally I need to talk,
nay today nor yesterday the tongues walk,
yet no one to listen to our Dearing voice,
instead, the tonic of suffering yet we drink by force.

Another day, the ball is rolling,
 the right spot we are hoping,
Nothing again if not the next generation,
our scared moment won't have been in coercion.

Lots laughs, light light!
Nothing to cub, the problem is not slight,
but we ourselves living a life of hopes ??,
When we don't figure out the hopes.

Sick Nigeria,
needs an elite area
the doctor chosen by the people,
Shall upright be not a pupil but a pupil.

Alas! The empty chair,
needs someone who care(s)
not about himself but,
the entire hospital of thought.

If three they are or four,
Let carry the hospital and sick patients out of falls,
Nothing again if not for the next generation
Our scared moment won't have been in coercion 

©?pukka
#fecund_writer

Yes Right You Are Im Stupid Boy

Sarah Mantra

Sarah’s work was once a coma
But now she’s erupting lava
She likes red wine and neat vodka
She likes to smoke her big hooka
Like to dye her hair with henna
She is crazy she is pukka
She’ll wiggle her bum to samba
She’s my lovely darling mukka
I’m her young and toy boy fella
One day we’ll elope together