Short Scarfed Poems

Frosty feet
stomp around 
wool scarfed
snowman.

Hot chocolate sippers
hibernate;
soaking fireplace's warmth....

Read More

Amber winds of fall
 
adorning pastel hues on trees
 
as scarfed night passes
 
 
with chilled air blowing
 
patterns of froth cling on stems
 
dressed like autumn's maid.



For Dr. Ram :Choka Me...

Read More

In the semi-arid suburb, Medina,
A high pitch of sound echoed.
It dopplered through misty shrubs.

A helical dawn goes tidally.
The Pathfinder: stepped,
deep nodded, starry-eyed,
Scarfed fragrant keffiyeh.

Reeled a full throttle of forgiven,
Headed to his students.
The teaching of liberty,
Primed course of life....

Read More

That white painted spread
Have you listed your head
That pink string
Can be seen through
The lacey airy slots
Making it hot
You like showing
Your thing
That's what I got
You like it hot
You wanna be
My everything
Sweet gypsy woman
You keep turning me on
Something special
You doing that for me
Sumithing like
Sweet delicious
Gypsy woman
Do your thing...

Read More

Captured a roaming flirty me. 
In my nice tailored garb for Eve.
Rosy cheek, nervous, served in sleet.
Cookies and milk scarfed, forced fore’ leave.
Then I ride, slay. 
Kiss…alright, babe. 

Urgently, sturdy, hurried me. 
For thunderous powerful steed
like stag, not solo curling feet. 
For exercise in far from scene. 
Seen in star high.
Sleep a warm night....

Read More

Who is he? We asked, for crickets always do.
No idea, but he is smitten with your cousin Lu.
We watched his long legs jump high over the dew.
Wow! We all said, he is a tight jumper too!

He is Jiminy Cricket’s great-grandson Lu told me.
I was stunned, astounded, how could this be?
Jiminy Cricket had been a shrimp, with barely a leg.
I tried to pretend I believed her as I scarfed down an egg....

Read More

she kept hearing the weird phrase on the news
Less is more
What the heck did it mean?
She reached for the last donut in the bag
Dang!

Scarfed down a couple of chips
They did not appease her
She felt the elastic in her panties cutting into her waist
Dang!

her poodle-like cat made a weird sound
She stared at it
not big enough for a meal
Dang!

More is more, she said
Not less is more
Less is less
The cat rolled his eyes and said “Dang”....

Read More

Who owns
These faces
I see in this
Crowded bus?
Our Lagos
Squires or slums?

Hopeful eyes
Squint as smews!
Scarfed
Capped
Bald
Bared
Heads flow
On mobile necks.

Yes!
Dry joy squats
Lifeless
On these faces
As elephant husks.

Arrayed in apparels
Shabby as pigs
Tho’ some gorgeous
Neat as eagles
These beings
Headed towards
Mile Two
O, Mile Two
Of all places!

But where exactly
Are we coming from?
And where exactly
Are we going to?...

Read More