lickety split whickety way
I think I’ll make a puppy today
Some fur, big paws and lots of love
stir this cauldron with a giant glove
expectations are everything
he’ll leap from this pot with a ring-a-ling
slurpy slippy slimy slippy suppy
where are you, my sweet loyal puppy?
On a cold, chilly October autumn street,
One can watch bright coloured twirling leafs,
and the prompt urban wanders who walk on them,
you’d yearn to engage with these throngs at least,
how they might unravel a facade or two in sequence,
quite often on many occasions I imagine their stories,
If I only had the gumption to speak to them,
whirl pool rain and storms indeed might be a hindrance,
wind allied to drizzle an incentive to cafe caper refuge,
a general overall dampness, wet, drizzle, grey skies,
Predictable intrusion of the normal outlet that rambling obviously is,
instant topic to dwell on covering a wide range therein,
seasons have such insole penchant for moulding outlook,
symbolism is mine to grasp and expand on foot,
pavement as a slippy shivery theatrical perilous stage,
It can be perceived as home to the shrewd adaptable speaker,
actor, actress, character, playwright,
audience,
will the earnest crisp daylight morning fall fodder dominate?
as I boldly essay an impromptu unrehearsed passage in situ,
yet silent thoughtful conversation has already composed the script
Can I borrow your smile for a while?
'cos I'm so happy to see YOU smile!
Here are some things in my smile-a-while-pile
A wagging puppy tail rattling on the wall
A pussy cat with walking-stick tail up tall
Dandelion flower seeds puffed into the air
Blowing out candles, one-two-three, puff!
The wink and glint of eyes looking my way
The pop of popcorn popping in the pot
Skipping and hopping on way to playground park
The whee and glee of the slippy-dip slide
The hanging-out twirl on round-about rides
The pitter-patter rattle tap of rain on glass
The twit, chat, twerp of birds calling at dawn
The smell of bread straight from the oven
Walking hand-in-hand, arms swinging to-and-fro
Singing along to my favorite song with you
Watching a rainbow reach for its pot of gold
Crumpets and honey, hot chocolate and sweets
Hearing funny stories read, or told to me
I smile when YOU smile - so Come On!
Make me smile!
O’ fluid friend,—
—O’ liquid lover, please
embrace me, soothe my sootheless, stranded soul—,
—caress my restless thoughts, and set them still.—
O’ sap of spirit,—
—sweet sip of ambrose!
O’ potent potion,—
—O’ magic mixture, daze
me, dazzle me, nuzzle me, numb my frill
fringes |— —| Droll Dame, find me a drooling fool.—
O’ nectar of the night,—
—dose me for a doze…
Keep me cohere,nt and comp,osed—‘sxcu,se me—
I’m stumblin’ on your slippy words,(I meant
mine,—ours?)and now you sweep me to the flo,or.
…
O’ fluke of fortune!, wicked whiskey’s woe!,
why wrong you me thus?, morn’s scalding sun askant
breaks blaring through my window,— head — aches — …sore.
The scuffling duo sparred in the park
Their screams and shouts so very marked
A bag was clutched in the woman's hand
A man had grabbed it while he harangued
"Let go!" He shrilled and tugged it more
"Tis mine, not yours!" The woman swore
The strap tore his hand, he released his grip
The woman fell back in one mighty trip
Another spoke out with voice strong and stern
"It belongs to her, so it must be returned."
The other placated the poor fallen lass
He showed her the bag with gold coloured hasp
The woman leapt up, grabbed the bag and was gone
"It belonged to my wife." Said the man all forlorn
"Oh I'm sorry." Said the other, watching her go
Laughing and jeering, bag firmly in tow
She headed toward a blue, murky pond
The path, alongside, was slippy beyond
Now her footing was lost to the slime and the mud
As she sallied forth into furthermore sludge
The man strode swiftly to view her demise
With a duck on her head holding its prize
The little red bag was firm in its beak
So the man took it back and the duck said quack quack.
baby chicks chirpy do do,
big feet pretty fun feathers;
twirl, stumble, fall la la la,
chirp, chirp, peep, peep, peep !
There is one job I could never do
ever since leaving school this was a no
never felt any real direction at that time
but a fish shop job was never ever so
The smell of fish always put me off
even from a early age to smell
I just couldn't stand this aroma
fish and me would not ever gel
Today when I walk past a fish shop
just have to move on up my speed
so glad to reach another store
for to any other shop I'll take lead
The thought of handling these creatures
so slippy, slimy, and lengthy things
my answer would be an immediate no
foreboding fish thoughts mindfully brings
Fishy smell is not at all me
its funny as I don't cause a fuss
most foods I like even some I love
but take away fish or I'll get the bus
( This is written about the one job I could never do for the smell would make me run away)
A Jolly Fisherman -
a rhyme for children
Jim, a jolly fisherman,
went up from his boat
and said to boys near him,
"I've just been afloat.
I've brought you some fish
from there in the sea,
and I have here a dish.
Fish, for afternoon tea!"
"But our mummy gets cake",
said the boys, one, two, three,
"She won't want us having
some fish from the sea.
In the evening, she'll bring it,
but not on your dish.
We've dishes at our house -
all you could wish!
There are blue ones and red ones
and fancy lime plate.
We'll eat fish in evening:
fish for to rate!"
And so... jolly fisherman
gave them the large fish,
and the boys held them - slippy -
for they'd said no to dish.
In the evening they ate fish,
cooked one by one,
and their mummy said kindly:
"Oh........... nice fish for your tum!"
8/16/2022
Yes, I didn’t come here; I didn’t touch this soft body
I didn’t consume the wine where you were sleepy
It’s a long grassy lawn; splendid roof of the violet sky
Where the bed of roses kissed the bared lusty eyes
Long; for long time of my absence made all over void
Before the presence of me heard scattered annoyed
No chariot of knowledge crossed your scandalous lips
Dripping of bloody ink watered your roots of the nibs
I was not dead but lost everything on the planet of youth
As delirious now the footsteps find out the vagrant booth
Burned stars slough off on the door-sill of derelict poet
No classical singer comes to celebrate the letter of duet
Where you are living there I’m living also as the voice of song
The slippy tongue kills our harmony living without sturdy bone
© Mahtab Bangalee
27 January, 2022
Chattogram
Doors slam, windows crack, letter flap inhales a fatal
wind.
Breastplate rusty dragon bearing scars.
House keys, credit cards, raybans close to hand.
Faux fur on the rack for noble bounty,
footnotes to a chapter without end.
Wistfully I crane my neck in peril,
finger marks on carbon black hand rail,
sprightly dash o’er slippy granite steps.
Odour eaters clog my leather shoes beyond endurance.
Butterflies somersault in tummy.
Elm tree barnet‘s awkward wooden stump.
Wheelie bin begging for collection at short notice.
Bin tag compass grazed.
Crack of dawn ghost ship’s uncanny horn blast.
Metaphor or tip off for deaf ears.
Egg shell clouds that dance on distant peaks
quaintly beckon.
Despite my better judgement I press on.
20 lines
Date posted : 17 th December 2021
No light there was, no moon
Far away the electricity had gone
It was last night on the snow-white bed
You were an amorous lass and I'm a lad
Where is the kiss in where the lad was live
Where were the lips in where you nourished peace
On the slippy path of the blooming rose
Our night sought the future cruise
Let's start the journey of the sun
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
11/09/2021
Snow Circus
Dust me down
To be icing sugar clown
With my nose so red
And banana skin frown
Inappropriate shoes
Or the grip I could lose
Mean a fall from grace is
Like pie to the face
Though the painted smile
Only lasts for a while;
When the crowds disperse
There'll be bruises to nurse
For the mad fun and laughter
Of each Ring Master chapter..
Just accept them with no fuss.
Life is sometimes a circus.
Jinjagoliath
23rd January 2021
Nights of lovin' grew wilder and bolder
Like riding upon a roller coaster
Till fed up one night, the dear lady said
"Please get a carpet for beneath this bed."
"Oh why's that then pet" her hubby replied
A beaming smile on his face a mile wide
"Don't you enjoy having a slippy-slide"
The grin slowly beginning to subside.
"It's when we reach up to them dizzy heights
I get to see blinding flashes of lights
Making me giddy and queasy as well
It's fast becoming an almighty hell."
Dreaming of some magical carpet rides
Flying over the highways of the skies
Hubby instantly granted the wife's plea
And bought a carpet spontaneously.
Pleased with himself and feeling rather smug
He'd be bringing back the wife's mood for love
Wild images came to mind thick and fast
Even envisioned getting carpet rash.
Came the day that the new carpet was laid
And what a price the poor hubby had paid
No more frolicking around the bedroom
'Twas end of a long romantic honeymoon.
The music had died, the nights they drew dim
Hubby's hopeful dreams were fast getting slim
Wife's passion had gone away with the wind
Yet, she loved her carpet above all things.
The sky was bit nippy
Clouds forming all round
The birds were all slippy
Returing to their home around
The leaves were all amber
And set to fly with gale
Souls moving to their chamber
With thier blaze getting pale
Were the days getting low
Or the nights getting high
All homes were ready to glow
From the fire calming the sigh
And all smut were clearing
As we knew that winter was nearing
Of course, they did!
Did they go, or did they stay?
Fly a rocket all that way,
To the moon and take a walk,
Or was it lies and lots of talk?
Did they ever leave the ground?
Or stay on earth and walk around.
Was it just a picture show?
Did they stay, or did the go?
Why did they not die and melt?
Flying through Van Allen’s belt.
Did they send up Buzz and Neil?
Was it false or was it real?
Elvis still works down our chippie,
Ice is warm and never slippy,
They never flew at Kitty Hawk,
So, on the moon did Armstrong walk?
One plus one still equals five,
Marilyn is still alive,
Conspirator’s they tell us so,
To the moon did man once go?
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