after bend off road
gentle green is appearing
soothing cane vast field
Categories:
sugarcane, allegory, allusion, beauty, green,
Form: Haiku
The lusciousness drips into my mouth,and
how I wish I could engulf it forever
It looks like the dirty rags of a beggar from outside, but
it has the sweetest heart, you could ever imagine!!
I can't believe it has taken me so many years to realize its true identity.
If only I had been brave enough to try it before
I would have imbibed much more!
Would you have ever thought of it to be so sweet and sticky when
it is so rigid and callous from the outside
It teaches a lesson we should never forget
and moreover never leave behind!
The lusciousness drips into my mouth, and
how I wish I could engulf it forever
It looks like the dirty rags of a beggar from outside, but
It has the sweetest heart, you could ever imagine!!
Categories:
sugarcane, people, truth,
Form: Free verse
Sugar Cane Blues
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Sugar, Sugar it’s everywhere
From Proserpine to Cairns
The green fields of cane
Are in your face all the time
On the road I’m driving
The cane swaying on both sides
Radio blaring a Muslim invasion
Who cares when there is sugar everywhere
I’m feeling high with sugar on my mind
But deep down I feel no shame
I’m riding high there is no pain
That sweet smell I take it in again and again
A change of scenery is what I need
A different choice to smell and see
Maybe then I can forget I have
The sugar cane blues
Sugar, Sugar oh so sweet
Please give me some relief
Let it end this feeling
So full of sweetness
Need to come down off this high
Into the mountains I think I’ll go
Change the scenery breathe some fresh air
To take away my sugar cane blues
Categories:
sugarcane, addiction, blue, desire,
Form: Free verse
Sugarcane Butterflies
Over the tarred road lies a land we seldom search
of whispering winds through sugarcane hills,
spills of sunlight chilled on butterfly wings
carrying me graciously through the open space
as my heart’s bass beats to the insects sound...
the freedom of the hills is unbound, wild
like the sunflower’s yellow to the sky
trickled water marks over the dry stream bed
out here...
even the dead is still alive.
Sugarcane butterflies of mad colours bristle
through the breeze that whistles around my limbs
as whims of flying invade my soul...
persuade my heart to melt out into the day
and rediscover what it is to play...without dwell
Earth’s love swells and grows my mind,
finds that sparkle that finds my smile
as I am left fertile in the land that surrounds.
Noises of the tarred road are drowned by the depth,
by the breath of the tree leaves that rustle,
the birds that bustle about the deep, green valley,
vitality, out here, is rich like pure honey without dime
just life...
just time existing as it should
could this be magic misunderstood.
Sugarcane butterflies...
you make me love more.
Categories:
sugarcane, naturelove, me,
Form: Alliteration