Short Calabash Poems
Short Calabash Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Calabash by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Calabash by length and keyword.
The world is a calabash of herbs
Some are bitter and often abhorred
Few are sweet and always desirable
For either case there is no foretaste
Categories:
calabash, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
GOODNIGHT, MRS CALABASH, WHERE-EVER YOU ARE!!
Only us older folks would remember this Jimmy Durante saying he closed his
T.V. show with every week......
Categories:
calabash, black african american, cowboy-western, food, pets,
Form:
Blank verse
Sweet mother
Sweet mother
With the only calabash
that doesn't coagulate the milk
or making it sour
even if it stays
from morning to evening
then evening to morning
its still fresh and warm
ready for consumption
if it wasn't of age
i will have asked
just once
Categories:
calabash, mothers day,
Form:
Light Verse
When he sees
That cameleon stops
to change colour,
tell him to check it proper
may be his sight
is not right.
When she sees a cobra
Tell her to make hot porridge
In the calabash and
carry it on her head
She will walk in the jungle
Like an African Queen.
July 03/2023
Categories:
calabash, animal, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
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The rains have come on another Fall wind.,
nostalgia, once gone, now creeps back in.
My cornucopia overflows with things Man cannot barter or buy.
A hand to her hand, lover's sigh to wooed sigh.
“Good Night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are" -Jimmy Durante
Categories:
calabash, good night, nostalgia, november, rain,
Form:
Couplet
Calabash cracks
On the frond chair
Splinters
Black sash, then sparks
Tooth, bone and hair
Whispers
Patter-patter
Footfalls on stone
Midnight
Blood-moon and fog
Shadows haunting
Mist-white
White dress, bare feet
Root, foot… slipped
Whimpers
Neck and wrist slit
Wine of soul, spilled
Sputters
Dawn and duskblade
Spell rites fulfilled
Hunters.
Categories:
calabash, africa, animal, anxiety, murder, night, rights, spiritual,
Form:
tristich
Take this calabash
And this pot ash
Overflowing with oil.
Read the pericopes
On the scroll
Bond in tiny ropes
At the quadrivial
Take them not trivial.
Here is this ligure
With it draw a unicorn figure,
Mystical creatures will
By your pass...Stay still
And let not your eyes
Unbelievable wear.
In your robe's reservoir
Is the dark mirror
Your guardian eyes
Into a new magical ardour.
23/07/2013
Categories:
calabash, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Two calabashes of milk
loaded ready for pleasure
dangling as ripe paw paws
swollen as tortured frog
are within immediate reach
I ask for a pint to remove thirst
but she tells me in the face
“You have hard brown teeth
your stomach is for bones
this milk is for the toothless
and those with tube stomach
go ask my father and mother
get permission from God
as from me, no access
calabash is for the elect.”
Categories:
calabash, lust, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Back on Baker Street -
pulling on a calabash pipe.
Paganini and Bach stream through
a cracked third-story window.
The Merseybeat’s…
the disaffected Pink Floyd years,
Mary Jane brain, mulling over
puffing magic dragons;
reading Sherlock Holmes
secretly.
Today, downloading
a picture of myself back then,
no pipe just a youthful smirk
as I strut down that busy road.
Sometimes I wish I still smoked.
Categories:
calabash, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Silence stormed the house
As he entered with empty calabash
With its mouth facing the ground
And he could tell from the faces
Unanswerable stream of questions
Of those gathered to scoop soup
Whoever washed his feet at dawn;
Cleaned the face with calabash water
To pay visit to the sage’s kraal
And came back with empty calabash
With hands dangling like bull’s tail
Closed ancestors’ toothless mouths
Yawning to drink imaginary milk
Categories:
calabash, analogy, education,
Form:
Free verse
we may have the blues
should stop then we will amuse
choose the proper shoes
read news page by page
when my bright mind may engage
could see cat in cage
constant covenant
good looks appeared prevalent
where ever she went
there had been much trash
we could see in Calabash
things may cost much and cash
saw pretty Persian
scattered in a dispersion
while on an excursion
had been escorted
became badly distorted
will be deported
Categories:
calabash, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
If there was a love tree
I would pluck its mangoes
To lay in your lap
then rest my head
If there was a love field
I would plow it green
Then sow a kiss
to plant on your brow
If there was a love train
I would whistle a tune
Then hitch a ride
to your bare hug
How sad on the day
When a friendship ends
like a broken calabash
the pieces scattered
If only once I could
I would surgeon-stitch
the dry brown leaves
to our dead love tree
Categories:
calabash, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Oh! Maiden
Pass you the men den
Where is your pride?
Flaunt it let it not hide
Oh! You have none
A stigma to be forever born.
Mother's warning not yielded
Father's cry was not needed
Once you were, a beautiful virgin
Now a useless bottle of gin
A broken calabash
How great was your crash.
Your friend's lure
Has no evidence of a cure
The man you trusted with your blood
Ran away like a plethora of flood
How do you fill this gully?
And your lost pride a healing?
Categories:
calabash, loss,
Form:
Didactic
From the simplicity of a straight line you originate,
Yet asymmetrical in shape,
Only your designer takes note,
Beauty of odd.
Eyes expressionless,
They marvel at how you conduct yourself.
You, they wish to compress,
Lips and tongues arid,
No echo of theirs to witness,
Beauty of odd.
Place your calabash on your head,
Walk back to your hut,
New news of you is to be told,
You have one thing left,
Your beauty of odd,
Only your designer takes good note.
Categories:
calabash, beauty,
Form:
ABC
I thought I was to be part of the talk
Thought that my coming
Over was of talking it over
But it appear, she has it over
This time around, all by herself.
My views never needed neither
Nor my looks never a factor
She had the calabash in her hand
IBK, had it broken before my arrival
Yet, she was all over me pleading
“Please, I’m sorry, hope I didn’t hurt you?”
Alayande Stephen T.
4.15pm
23rd November 2007
Still in the bus at Ijan-Ekiti.
Categories:
calabash, faith, fantasy, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Love tears are sweet
Like honey liquor
Shed in happiness and murky moments
Inevitable like death in life
Parting paints painful patterns
On lovers’ hearts’ books
Love is so binding
Yet forbidding when heartbreaking
I once received a calabash
Frothing with love like traditional beer
From a skilled brewer
My folly drained it with a quick wish
I gobbled it with a gush
I wished for more
But the giver had fled
Left drunk in sweet tears of love...
Oh! She was never to return!
Categories:
calabash, lost love
Form:
Free verse
I
stand
at
the
road,
i
look
to
the
right
Nothing.
I
look
to
the
left
Nothing.
I
look
straight
in
front
Silence.
I
put
the
paper
in
my
mouth,
i
recite
the
old
spells,
i
walk
on
a
little,
i
see
a
calabash,
inside
is
a
brass
crown.
I
bend
to
pick
it
up,
it
says
'NO
But
you
may
have
six
wishes.'
i
say:
'
O
crown
of
Gold,
Give
me
money,
A
wife
like
(Jeniffer),
A
child,
Good
health,
Success,
And
finally
be
in
Paradise.
Categories:
calabash, prayer
Form:
Bio