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.
My Mini Musings
Poems
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Leaves on valleys and soil on rocky roads - description
Friday, June 24, 2022
Wilhelmina’s Whimsy about a Tiny Tulip
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
Thursday, June 9, 2022
Junnu Joys and Date Dreams - Haiku
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.
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 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.
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
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.
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