"eatables" poems
Birds ate there all eatables
flapping their wings as a dance
trimming and preen of the wings
jump here there, losing no chance
black, blue, brown their cute colours
short, long, slim, heavy, lightweight
wings and flight memorable
all in hurry to have fate
chirp in low high sound, fresh mood
they were neat, beautiful smart
search everywhere want of food
giving an end, at the start
each one looking for some good
bit sip enough to quench thirst
no one waiting, for its turn
a cute gay bird, find it first
while the lyrics touch my soul
chirp, chirp, chirp was their tweet, song
making a norm; fresh my mood
melodious their sweet song
ripe fruit there serve passer-by
there were trees to grant a shade
there was rule 'No Restriction'
beauty of leaves not yet fade
pan was waiting to serve them
one sharp sip hurry to fly
child fell down while knocked at rock
help! Help! Shoutinnocent cry
sound dangerous, **** of earth
crackling, falling, housing, wall
help, no rescue love or hate
site was changed in front of all
no charm, fame, concert at all
there was no work, club or shop
speech for help was useless try
any search team, rescue flop
winking eyes now teary one
no-one could found there a bun
there no signs of living one
no care there, no deal, no done
birds ate there all eatables
flapping their wings as a dance
trimming and preen of the wings
jump here there, losing no chance
chirp, chirp sad song low high sound
they were neat, beautiful smart
search everywhere want of food
giving an end, at the star
each one looking for some good
bit sip enough, quench the thirst
no one waiting, for its turn
cute bird could not find it first
while the lyrics, touch my soul
chirp, chirp, chirp was their sad song
making a norm, my sad mood
melodious, fair sad song
no fruit there for passer-by
no trees there to grant a shade
they were buried, there, somewhere
no green leaves at risk of fade
all the owners slept and pressed
sound dangerous lifeless rock
ruined everywhere tragic song
mud, stone, sand, all-cause of shock
no help, care there, love or hate
there was silence as no play
no pan waiting there at all
birds could find a broken tray
you reveal it then I know
my pangs are more than a sea
there is link between the two
soul and body, You and me
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
When the bakery was bought,
For the sake of novelty, uniqueness, etc,
Called it ‘bitter’
Laddu was bitter
Jalebi ws bitter
Cherry was bitter
Bitter, bitter
What bitterness, said people
The servant got bitter
Sir,
There are no bill collectors to turn away
Flies mock
She at home
Serves bitterness
While sharing the alienation
Which novelty and uniqueness supplied,
With eatables,
Biscuit said
Let’s add the salt of tears,
Eatables will not sell
If bitter
‘Please give me something old”
When the sound of a beggar
Intervened
Myself, who stood for novelty and uniqueness
Told him ‘ you can have this bakery’
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Information is the key to success
So I traveled with my fellows to explore the world
Step by step they have gone towards unknown worlds
Step by step I had been walking
I had been walking through the dark and deep forests
I had been walking by the strange creatures
I had been observing beyond the east and west
I had been observing beyond the height of skies
I had been observing deep down the earth
I didn't ignore the galaxies
I didn't ignore the micro organisms
I was not fed up of the use of telescope
I was not fed up of having the taste of new and old eatables
At last I have explored a new world and
I have known one thing that I don’t know any thing
As everywhere You and I've find You!
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!
Darling daughter
refusing to eat
so, I: sea
shanty her.
"Oh what do ya think we'll have for supper?"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Oh maybe we'll have alligator!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Oh but I couldn't eat a whole alligator!"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Well...eat only half and keep half for later!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Eat alligator before he eats you!"
My little sailor suited girl
opens her mouth to laugh
and in pops
Mr. Spoon.
Hmmmmmm.....yum yum.
Soon alligator becomes
her word
for any eatables
whether it be ice cream or scone.
Now she sings
heartily to self
my three year old salty sea dog
'EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!"
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!
Darling daughter
refusing to eat
so, I: sea
shanty her.
"Oh what do ya think we'll have for supper?"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Oh maybe we'll have alligator!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Oh but I couldn't eat a whole alligator!"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Well...eat only half and keep half for later!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Eat-alligator-before-alligator-eats-you!"
My little sailor suited girl
opens her mouth to laugh
and in pops
Mr. Spoon.
Hmmmmmm.....yum yum.
Soon alligator becomes
her word
for any eatables
whether it be ice cream or scone.
Now she sings
heartily to self
my three year old salty sea dog
'EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!"
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!
Darling daughter
refusing to eat
so, I: sea
shanty her.
"Oh what do ya think we'll have for supper?"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Oh maybe we'll have alligator!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Oh but I couldn't eat a whole alligator!"
"Eat Tilly eat!"
"Well...eat only half and keep half for later!"
"Eat my Tilly girl...eat!"
"Eat-alligator-before-alligator-eats-you!"
My little sailor suited girl
opens her mouth to laugh
and in pops
Mr. Spoon.
Hmmmmmm.....yum yum.
Soon alligator becomes
her word
for any eatables
whether it be ice cream or scone.
Now she sings
heartily to self
my three year old salty sea dog
'EAT YOUR ALLIGATOR TILLY!"
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
*
The Red street light looks only at a ***** night girl,
Peeping on their beauty; lipsticks; colored eye brows.
The cafeteria opens; decorates early mornings,
Exhibiting yesterday’s eatables; bread and jam
in front of the hungry child, begging for it’s half.
The Street water-pipe bursts to see a dried up,
throat slaking thirst, unable to capture a single drop.
The forest sees a fire, where animals, being burned alive,
The city hunts for a killer man; unarmored; unhurt;
The left eye lid, half open, but its light slapped away,
Someone says that there is only one eye left out;
And even that itself is not to see others, but himself!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
*
The Red street light looks only at a ***** night girl,
Peeping on their beauty; lipsticks; colored eye brows.
The cafeteria opens; decorates early mornings,
Exhibiting yesterday’s eatables; bread and jam
in front of the hungry child, begging for it’s half.
The Street water-pipe bursts to see a dried up,
throat slaking thirst, unable to capture a single drop.
The forest sees a fire, where animal are burned alive,
The city hunts for a killer man; unarmored; unhurt;
The left eye lid, half open, but its light slapped away,
Someone says that there is only one eye left out;
And even that itself is not to see others, but himself!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
Gone are the days, when by night, we would sleep on the trees
And by day, roam around, finding for eatables and wild berries,
We would then, swing from creepers to creepers, trees to trees,
Playing amongst, brothers and sisters, friends, and other families.
Our homes have been invaded, humans encroaching, day by day.
We have been driven out of our homes; we have no place to stay.
We now, no more, hunt for food, rather by the roadside, sit or lie
Ever patiently, waiting for foods, thrown from vehicles passing by.
They call us monkeys, but look who’s been monkey-ing?
No thoughts on where we’d live, simply occupying.
Cutting down trees, destroying our habitat,
We have no home, we can call our own; ain’t it bad?
Copyright © PS
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC