BANANA POEMS
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Running Amok
In the slums of Tondo, people dwell
in shacks of cardboard, bits of bamboo,
corrugated metal, and a few cement blocks.
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Nick Carbo
A Valentine (ii)
Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell
I love her well.
Yes, though she tramples on my heart
And rends that bleeding thing apart;
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Eugene Field
Autumn Landscape
Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves.
Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:
the lush, dark canopies of the gnarled trees,
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Ho Xuan Huong
Golu
ONCE I had a little sweetheart
In the land of the Malay,â??
Such a little yellow sweetheart!
Warm and peerless as the day
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John Boyle O'reilly
My Lady Of Whims
(A medieval Spanish legend slanderously setting forth the utter unreason of woman.)
ROMAQUIA sat and wept her
Lace mantilla full of tears.
King Abit laid by his scepter,
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Katharine Lee Bates
The Home
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was
hiding its last gold like a miser.
The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the
widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.
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Rabindranath Tagore
The Moral
You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.
You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
And drop him in a boiler-shed to cool.
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Rudyard Kipling
The Alley
Because you are four years old
the candle is all dressed up in a new frill.
And stars nod to you through the hole in the curtain,
(except the big stiff planets
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Lola Ridge
Face Lift
You bring me good news from the clinic,
Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white
Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm all right.
When I was nine, a lime-green anesthetist
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Sylvia Plath
Song Of The Wise Children
When the darkened Fifties dip to the North,
And frost and the fog divide the air,
And the day is dead at his breaking-forth,
Sirs, it is bitter beneath the Bear!
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Rudyard Kipling
The Moral
You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.
You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
And drop him in a boiler-shed to cool.
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Anonymous English
Sphincter
I hope my good old asshole holds out
60 years it's been mostly OK
Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation
survived the altiplano hospital--
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Allen Ginsberg
Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 03 - Pre Autumn
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride...
"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers...
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Kalidasa
The United Fruit Co.
When the trumpet sounded, it was
all prepared on the earth,
the Jehovah parcelled out the earth
to Coca Cola, Inc., Anaconda,
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Pablo Neruda
The True-blue American
Jeremiah Dickson was a true-blue American,
For he was a little boy who understood America, for he felt that he must
Think about everything; because thatâ??s all there is to think about,
Knowing immediately the intimacy of truth and comedy,
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Delmore Schwartz
Kiwi
Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
black microdot seeds. Skin
the color of khakiImagine
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May Swenson
Sun-up
(Shadows over a cradleâ?¦
fire-light craningâ?¦.
A hand
throws something in the fire
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Lola Ridge
The Town Dump
<i>â??The art of our necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious.â?</i>
A mile out in the marshes, under a sky
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Howard Nemerov
Sunflower Sutra
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look for the sunset over the box house hills and cry.
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.
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Allen Ginsberg
Conversation With Jeanne
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
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Czeslaw Milosz
The Tin Bank.
Speaking of banks, I'm bound to say
That a bank of tin is far the best,
And I know of one that has stood for years
In a pleasant home away out west.
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Eugene Field
Banana Island
If i remember the night at banana island
i cant hold back the smiling
sitting in the heat of the commercial bus
looking out into the third mainland ocean
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Adebayo Sir Toby
So Be It.
We played, dined and wined together but today you want to bring me down
Forgetting so quick how you comfortably ate from my pepper and salts
With smile and joy, you licked my oily palms but to my messy hands you bring insults
Certainly, in the anger of Oya, Oshun, Olokun and Yemoja you will surely drown.
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Fatoki, Oluwatobi O.
The Snow Spirit
No, ne'er did the wave in its element steep
An island of lovelier charms;
It blooms in the giant embrace of the deep,
Like Hebe in Hercules' arms.
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Thomas Moore
Udaan
Daudhne mai ab maza nahi,dil ab parindo ki tarah udaan bharna chahta hai.
Rukne ka ab man nahi,dil ab toofano mai saer karna chahta hai.
Aasan to kuch bhi nahi magar,dil ab naamumkin ko apna dost banana chahta hai.
Todh do inn bediyo ko,dil aaj ek uchi udhan bharna chahta hai.
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Neha Agrawal