Leaves on valleys and soil on rocky roads - description

We crossed sloping valleys. They felt as cracked and crisp afoot as nut-butter nature valley biscuits. They were scattered with leaves as crunchy as roasted peanuts. Though the leaves dried up, they were not yet powdery as their sinewy veins firmly bound up their membranes. They fluffed and puffed up like popcorn kernels rustling on crinkly beige baking parchment. The rocky roads we reached were smothered with soil as crumbly and moist as chocolate cookie dough. The bread brown ground was spread with leaves as brown as nut-butter. They were autumnal but not yet burnt toast, rough and ready to be crumbled into breadcrumbs.

Wilhelmina’s Whimsy about a Tiny Tulip

My name is Wilhelmina Blake,

I am a poet in Line of Lakes, 

 

One morning felt tiresome and tepid,

and suddenly, I felt intrepid.

 

Saucily I stepped outside,

nothing could spoil my stride.

 

I found a tulip in a patch of green,

its crisp petals shimmered a clinquant sheen.

 

They are finely woven with golden thread.

They look like awnings for a fairy bed.

 

I wonder what sentient sweetheart would sleep there,

perhaps a fairy with a frilly sort of air.

 

She could be called miss Taffy Toole,

but others call her Frumpy Fool.

 

I feel horrified they inflict her such harm,

especially with her frothy sort of charm.

 

While she effulges like bejewelled buttons,

her bullies holler like bow wow muttons.

 

The petals might resemble fairy wings,

while they are fluttering in wispy winds.

 

Inside hides clusters of black seeds,

they shimmer like metallic beads.

 

A reed sways over with gilded fronds,

it bewitches me like fairy wands.

 

Or it could be an anemone,

which Toole uses to sweep her chimney.

 

After singing for this tiny tulip

I will sip a jolly good mint julep

Junnu Joys and Date Dreams - Haiku

I’m a tourist y’all

My hotel’s near Taj Mahal,

where the muezzins call.

 

Starving in my suite,

I order junnu to eat.

Staff tell me it’s sweet.

 

It’s wobbly and white.

it is deffo no delight 

Nervously, I bite

 

It slowly dissolves,

my droll tongue dances and rolls 

Earth halts its revolves. 

 

My mouth melts with suds.

They are soft as jasmine buds.

Junnu beats boiled spuds.

 

Savouring the tastes,

My lids slip sink in sleepy states,

until taste abates.

 

Luring me like bait,

were treacly dates on a plate.

Their smell swells my weight.

 

Dark dates will at last,

tether my sweet tooth so vast.

I can get fit fast.

 

I reach for the fruit

I crush my cravings by root.

It brims me to boot.

 

I’m dying to dose,

so, I can rise like a rose.

Feel how morrow flows.

I’ll mount all step-walls,

fuelled by fresh date protein balls,

bought from market stalls.

 

Maddie's Meet Cute with Batman - narrative poem

In Gotham lives a Batman fan.

 

She’s the loudest in her clan.

 

Maddie Granger was her name.

 

Her fangirl cries fan batman’s fame.

 

SShe gushes at his great glowers.

 

He sure needs no superpowers.

 

while others fought when they were ought,

 

he was not bred of that sort.

 

The strengths he sown are all his own,

 

A selfless strong man he had grown.

 

A sharp mind is his only shield

 

What other weapon must he wield?

 

He built a belt with his own wealth

 

used to lasso, whip, sling, or stealth.

 

She marvels at his marbled face,

 

burning hotter than her flat’s furnace.

 

She desires his simmering fire,

 

It could enflame an entire empire.

 

Despite being forced to study and snore

 

She favours frolics beyond her door

 

When her whimsies swell too wide

 

She runs outside for ripping rides

 

sometimes she goes overboard

 

last night she got fiercely floored

 

She cartwheeled down Gotham past mum’s curfew

 

after slurping mum’s sickly stew

 

flapping her arms like carefree fishes

 

she did this to deter drying the dishes.

 

Suddenly, she lost her bounce,

 

after jarring joker’s pounce.

 

Before she tumbled down to dunes

 

Save me batman she sorely swooned

 

I beg you blast that wretched brute

 

Geared up in his garish suit

 

as Batman slayed this seedy prey,

 

she shoved aside some strands gone stray.

 

Her fairest face must manifest,

 

for this man who beats the rest.

 

Lizzie cheered for her Caped Crusader:

 

oh batman you outdo Darth Vader

 

You make my heart rock and roll

 

And open doors to my soul

 

Batman nodded then off he ran,

 

Her dating dreams now just began.

 

First it was his dashing gaze,

 

that got her in a giddy daze.

 

Now it was his gallantry,

 

that revved her rosy reverie.

 

Now she never felt more sure,

 

her love was deeper than before.

 

They could dine, and date and dance,

 

if he would give her a chance.

 

She hoped that on one fine morn,

 

when roses bloom or doves are born,

 

that Batman clasps her tender hand,

 

and slides a silver wedding band.

 

Once they make their wedding vows,

 

her fantasies will never douse;

 

Cause she'll have a hot husband,

 

whose love for her will never end.