I'm a blank page,
that's been bleached,
and seen in ages
and here or feared.
I'm not anyone
a something,
just I hope to begin,
I hate society's fun,
Its not entertaining.....
Its not anything,
drawn to curtains
Where to begin
better to be withering
bugs set in your ears
That one with the clippers
and silent dreams whispering
a match to that crawling
of young curious drawing
The hair that's being trimmed
and dizzy able to be stunning
Like a lightning of such feet
and the healthy of farms' wheats
less stateliness now running
Categories:
wheats, introspection, soulmate,
Form: Free verse
Voices in the field,
They summon us from our abodes,
Is it hell’s road?
We take gentle and fearful
steps to see what summons.
The wind sighs and sings,
The wheats dance to its rhythm,
No one stands in the field
We wonder if the wind had made the call.
Suddenly like a flash of lightning,
The voices emerge,
We are startled but not rattled,
The spirits have come to
move through the field.
Our fields have been
troubled by a recalcitrant blight,
It has been a frantic fight,
The elders have summoned the spirits,
They have come to battle the malevolent forces,
Like knights on warrior horses.
April 17, 2024.
Categories:
wheats, dark,
Form: Free verse
Inside the keepers pantry
Spinoza can look into any lenses
Our lives have changed since then
as the chaff of wheats trail
Tells us truth is neigh
as it shimmers with the dust
as we guide our silent prayers
to Gods substantive creation.
Categories:
wheats, allegory, angel,
Form: Free verse
I like to start each day off right
With buttered toast and marmite
A vegetable extract that you spread
Across the surface of your bread.
So what’s in it, what does it contain?
Well thiamin, niacin and riboflavin
With B twelve vitamins and folic acid
The details you'll find on its yellow lid.
Also contains barley; wheats, oats and rye
Love it or hate you've just got to try
There are mores uses apart from toast
Like on potatoes with your sunday roast.
Or on crackers with your favourite cheese
I guarantee your taste buds you'll please
And maybe you like stew in cold weather
Add some marmite and it will taste better.
Or a tasty hot drink that'll keep out the cold
A strong savoury taste; it's pure black gold
There's much goodness in one small jar
But do use it sparingly and it will go far.
So the next time that you go out to shop
Look for a black jar with a bright yellow top
After your first taste you'll want more
You'll wonder why you didn't try it before.
Written 11th July 2021.
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Categories:
wheats, food,
Form: Rhyme
WEST WIND 2
Be willingly wise with worthy ways as us Westerners
cos winter wind of woes wanders about
like a wandering Wolf windsurfing in wildlife.
Winter windup waves of weird wonder
wondrous enough to bring back Wayne Wonder
and wheeled at will the whole world with wows
which pose pridely like a waddy,
a wacko walking within waves of woes;
Whatsoever west wind wagged we wandered
as we become wanners, wearing wan expression,
warmly staring like a Wagga Wagga wading-bird.
Welcome was the words of windy west
as winsome breeze wapped my window and
wafted her sensuous witty wet perfume,
into my wide Afro-Western nostrils
waving wheats and weeds at will,
twas a whopping war wafture waxing souls warmly.
Why would wingless wild west wind worries
yet still, wags us with it's wondrous waves,
withdraws our eardrums with her windy drums
and whithered the plantation of peace
from the furrow of the fainthearted?
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Alliteration/Chandler Sonnet
Copyright© April 2021.
Categories:
wheats, 1st grade, wind, winter,
Form: Alliteration
sitting on the porch with a bowl of cookie crisp
reminiscing about the times when everything was cheap
sitting on the porch with a bowl of cap' n crunch
thinking about the times when one radio station was all you needed
sitting on the porch with a bowl of king vitamin
missing arcade rooms and backyard candy stores
sitting on the porch with a bowl of froot loops
wondering what happened to all the smiling colors
sitting on the porch with a bowl of frosted flakes
wanting to go to duff's after church on sunday
sitting on the porch with a bowl of apple jacks
thinking of gary gnu, muffy, grover, and letterman
sitting on the porch with a bowl of rice krispies
fiending for an early episode of the original muppet show
sitting on the porch with some crispy wheats 'n raisins
realizing i overdid it and i'm out of flav o rich
Categories:
wheats, memory, remember,
Form: Free verse
Like a frosted mini-wheat there is always two sides
As they will continually compete for in whom one abides
Oh that kid side is there but that grown up is there too
But these are not a pair in fact the exact opposite is true
The child is so impulsive especially when the adult is not round
He just wants to live and he doesn't care about being found
But the adult is very different as he has grown over the years
In knowing what is meant by experiencing those same tears
So rarely do they meet this odd couple that is forever within
Each finding it hard to compete as Glory doesn't hang around with sin
It's like they take turns especially in not being the vigilant adult
For the little kid will always yearn which I so often try to holt
But that's where God's Grace comes in and He takes control
Smacking his grinning face and therein securing your soul
God knows your every grain and He knows your exact oat
Hey kid, stop being so vain, shut up, sit down and just take note
Categories:
wheats, age, child, desire, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
All our folks are fallow
fields,
yearning each year for
yields,
our soul and spirits... sow
seeds
as we decide our daily
deeds.
Our course, cause and
creeds
make beauty to bloom or
bleed.
The wisdom & words we
wield,
share shadows or shining
shield.
We are either wheats or
weeds,
what we flaunt: flame or
feeds.
Love or loss, the life we
leads,
forever makes us fired or
freed.
Be good, do no graze in
greed,
play your part...the poor
pleads.
Inspire, impart and impact
indeed,
oh humble-hearted, take
heed!
Copyright 2012.
Adeleke Adeite.
Categories:
wheats, caregiving
Form: Monorhyme