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Short Cassava Poems

Short Cassava Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cassava by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cassava by length and keyword.


Cure Cancer
Can Sir,
Cure cancer,
Take cassava in plenty,
Make Soursop juice gently,
Hope,cure cancer,can Sir!...

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Categories: cassava, blessing, sick,
Form: Free verse



My Wish
Happy birthday, Sister Loida, 
A very good health is my wish; 
Here's a cake made of cassava, 
Just savor this delightful dish. 

Topic: Birthday of Loida M. Decano (March 13)...

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Categories: cassava, birthday,
Form: Quatrain
Cassava
I AM CASSAVA,TURN ME TO GARI ,SPAGHETTI, FLOUR.EAT ME AS FOOD,I AM CASSAVA CULTIVATE ME IN LARGE SCALE.I DO NOT DISCRIMINATE,I AM CASSAVA .PLANT ME AND WALK OUT OF HUNGER,POVERTY AND MALNUTRITION.I AM CASSAVA A GIFT FROM ABOVE TO HUMANITY....

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Categories: cassava, education, environment, nature, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
Color My World
Green
the cover at the garden,
leaves on a bowl for a stew,
avocado swaying up on a tree,
the voice of Wangari Maathai.
water running down the stream,
birds singing there melodious songs.
cold porridge on summer,
squishy cough drops,
Grandma's heavy cassava soup.
rolling cheeks due to joy,
penetrating radiant rays of sun
the atmosphere around the forest
Green can cool your day....

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Categories: cassava, introspection, nature,
Form: Couplet
Rain Dance
Table Mountain's white
What change shall the white clouds bring?
Let my lantern see

Flamed downy curtains 
Will the dunes be blown away?
Shall my river swells?

Cassava clouds cling
To the mountain like a mast
Call the black outcast

Outcast rain invite
Out of bush, down the mountain
Thundering in sight

My assagai shakes
To the drumbeat of my heart
Flooding briny lakes...

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Categories: cassava, war
Form: Haiku



Independence
I saw my dreams in the mortar pounded
And swift dripping from the brow of time
I saw me white like cassava flour
Ready to become anything on a hot grid
Neither bitter nor sweet
This lost of identity
This making me into mere bread as sublime.
So much is uprooted now
The fat root that sucked the life from stone
The leaves green and bronze like an Arawak
The child shivering in the dawn
Frightened, orphaned, and alone....

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Categories: cassava, political, me,
Form: Free verse

Book: Shattered Sighs