Short Sultana Poems

The corn flakes flew acRoss the room,
The raisins hung in air,
Eruption sticky as the glue,
Vibrating rectum fair,
He slung a towel about his waist,
He needed a a flaming shower,
But then the bowel in recital haste,
Did paint the walls a shower,
No need 2 sit upon the throne,
He quietly closed the door,
And whistling a  regretfully tune,
Sultana .brand he swore
Don Johnson...

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(Dedicated to my “Little Queen Fiancée” Sultana Yeasmin)

On the canvas of heart 
Let me build my home of love 

The air freshness of Eden Garden 
Let it come to hug us 

Through the buzzing of honey bees  
Let's make a song of epithalamion 

It’s you; it's me on the everlasting chariot of trust 
Bride or groom is nothing on our friendship mast


© Mahtab Bangalee,Chattogram
July 28, 2021...

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No; I'm not dead yet
I'm still alive
That's it; everyone is alive still like themselves
Halda, Karnafulli, and beloved Sultana are all alive as usual
What's? Nothing is an exclusion
Only oily prices have increased
The world is expanding
Everything is increasing
life is increasing too
I won't die; will live like myself
Eternal alive within a living corpse!

© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
29/08/2022...

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three thirty, exact
foregoing
  the afterschool
match

tuesday
  my weekly treat
   awaits on gran's
baking tray
arriving there
a spicy aroma
  fiiled the air
  it was freshly baked
my 
      weekly share

bread pudding
pipng hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
           yummy
a moist
     mouth watering
             confection
this
 sultana delectation

home -baked
             in her pinny
especially& just
for
   me...

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three thirty, exact
the bell
        jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
  the afterschool
match

tuesday
  my weekly treat
   awaited on gran's
baking tray

I opened
   the back door
a spicy aroma
  fiiled the air
there
  it was freshly baked
my 
      weekly share

pipng hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
           yummy
a moist
     mouthwatering
             confection
succulent

 sultana delectation

home -baked
  by she
especially
for
   me...

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three thirty, exact
the bell
        jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
  the afterschool
match

tuesday
  my weekly treat
   awaited on gran's
baking tray

I opened
   the back door
a spicy aroma
  fiiled the air
there
  it was freshly baked
my 
      weekly share

pipng hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
           yummy
a moist
     mouthwatering
             confection
succulent

 sultana delectation

home -baked
  by she
especially
for
   me...

Read More