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Anna Banana
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Anna Banana

Poems

janessa ann Apr 2018
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
B­anana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Banana.
Orange.
Or­ange you glad I'm not a Banana?
Because everybody knows that the Banana is the ***** of the fruit world.

Spanish version:
Este poema es plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Pl­átano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plátano.
Plát­ano.
Plátano.
Naranja.
Naranja, ¿estás contento de no ser un plátano?
Porque todos saben que el Plátano es el pene del mundo de la fruta
Hope this makes you laugh. cuz thats my goal in life.
K Balachandran Jan 2015
Anger, is the steaming red on her face
refusal creates in an instance;
jealousy is foaming green
profusion of colors in motion
takes this dance for them to upward
and downward turns,
or a sudden dissolution---
an intense ****** in unison.
Even in darkness he  can see the
spasmodic ebbing waves
sleep is the banana plantation
where night wears translucent green
"nobody would see us here"
she whispers in his ears,
as if they are thieving ***,eyeing
the yellow banana she likes, to play with

Purple is the psychedelic color
smeared on horizon when
dreams repeatedly fly down
like night bats and happen
the way mind designs
we don't want to leave the scene
of the dream even when we know well
that the show for us is now over
we just want to hang around
like the dog,  in the place
it  got a juicy bone.

Yellow is the banana song
that's heard as wave after wave,
by the blind bat squadron
that roams with raw aggression,
for raids above the plantations
Unripe bananas show green fingers
to say "NO! we aren't ripe"
like coy underage virgins.

Then, they ripen, go yellow
some even bright red, inviting
who is blue here is the sky
and those bats who got
the bananas still raw green

Night decents on the banana land
as the white umbrella of sun
is snatched by the dark maiden.
Black is the bat's wing extending
and folding like lust, umbrella and the like.

He finds her shivering fingers like a serpent,
on the banana trunk slithering down,
as he dreams bats, banana, blue sky
and she slithering over him.
Sensuality connects, colors, assorted things  and places that become symbols for experiences , ***, lust ...