Ripe Mangoes
My mouth is just watering
For the ripe mangoes,
The salesman is bargaining!
poem by Asif Andalib
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A Day In Summer
perhaps only some of you
knew what really happened
things that we did
at the prime of our youth
the one at the river was not true
neither was the one at the cogon grasses
the rumors were too advanced
and bent like a misshapen twig
perhaps this time you must have known
what joys we shared
picking ripe mangoes on that huge tree
at the foot of the hill
we drove no monkeys away
and no monkeys did give us any bother
the mangoes were too juicy
too ripe for our hands
too fragile for our wantonness
we never brought you any.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sound Of Children
it is their sound that makes
this world lovable still
under the mango tree
when the wind starts to blow
when the ripe mangoes fall
to the ground and the children
starts to scramble for their
share of the ripe ones.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just a Bit
A big hound dog laid on the lawn.
Nearby, an old geezer did sit.
A traveling salesman came on
The scene, and paused there for a bit.
'Does your dog bite? ' the salesman asked.
'Nope.' the old geezer replied back
Then the dog's face got snarling masked.
That salesman came under attack,
Bitten about the arms and head
By the dog, as it fiercely growled.
'Call the dog off. I thought you said'
'It doesn't bite.' the salesman howled.
'My dog don't bite.' smiled the old guy,
''Cause that there dog ain't mine, that's why.'
On this silly hill
On this silly hill I remember the silly things
That we did
We were so young and we decided to pick
Some ripe mangoes on this silly
Isolated hill away from
Our teasing
Silly friends
And I really liked her a lot
My heart was trembling
Her heart too quivering
We felt we like each other
Feelings like hot chili
Heating our ears
We said we love each other
We promised to love each other
Till the end of days
And so I climbed the mango tree
And picked the most luscious
Delicious mangoes as may be gleaned
From their color and shape
Thinking all the best for her
That I could give
To her
I put all the mangoes in my shirt
And I was silly looking silly like a tray to her
And she picked them one by one
Near my chest lower to my tummy
Nearer to my bulge
I was breathless
As she took more
Ripe mangoes from me
Slowly
Gracefully
Peeling with her mouth and tongue
Licking the yellowish pulp
And she said the mangoes were all
So sweet smelling and delicious
Like me
She was craving
She was raving
I was simply receptive
Giving in
All
To what she wanted
She touched my heart and we were silly
On our teens we did
What married people did on this silly hill
Isolated from silly friends
We did something adventurous
We had something marvelous
We did all those silly things
Like wild horses
In nature’s ways
Galloping
Breath taking
The years passed and now I am reaching fifty
Looking back I remember the silly things that we
Young silly people on our early teens did on this silly hill
We went and parted and she married the right man for her
I too went my own separate direction, taking a wife on my own
Looking back,
I feel sad,
I feel happy
What we silly teeny people did which we think was silly
Was all done in the name of pure love so endless
We were all virgins in love & we all thought of nothing else
Love and love and love
The mango was a symbol also of love
The silly hill was the seat of love
The mango tree was a climb of love
The isolation was all in the name of love
The whole was but love’s marvel
Love’s adventure
Love and love and love was all that we had
All love and love
Pure love
Unmixed untainted unblemished unadulterated
And they think it was silly
And I once thought it was silly
On that silly hill remembering the silly things we did
The silly things we said and promised
We did not talk about money, politics and family strategy
We did not bother about inheritance, a family name, a community reputation
We were not told whom to marry and when and always why.
Love can be developed and marriage can always be arranged
That to me are the silly things that we people do to ourselves.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Salesman
Salesman, where you gonna go?
To sell all your of your goods today
Salesman, gonna walk along the street, see friends along the way
Well salesman, with your wooden cart that you push along while you walk
Hey, salesman, got a little dog whose tail wags when you talk
You always wear a smile, even though youve gotta walk ten miles
Short lifespan, goodtime salesman
Yep, yep salesman got it on the street, whether its hot or cold
Its salesman, well, you work real hard,
Until every part is sold
Salesman as the years go by,
People changing every day
Hey, salesman til the end of time youll be livin in the same way
You always wear a smile, you love em fast and you live wild
Short life span, but aint life grand?
Copper kettles, different kinds of tin
There goes salesman and hes sailing high again
Hes sailing so high, high, sailing so high...
Salesman where you gonna go to sell all of your goods today
Yup, salesman, gonna walk along the street, see friends along the way
Hey, salesman, with your wooden cart that you push along while you walk
Hey, salesman with your secret goods that you push while you talk
You always wear a smile,
Even though youve gotta walk a hundred ten miles
Short life span - but the whole things grand
Salesman...
Now, well, I tried the one that you put it in and you have to do it
Manually. but Id like the one that you just plug it in and it does it all
By itself in a real long strand and you cut em up. its easier to do it
That way because, well, I put all the stuff in there and it keeps flippin
Out. and I cant get the thing to stick together anything. coupled with
The fact that I have to stick two of them together to even get on out of it
And they always end up lookin like lucky strikes.
song performed by by Monkees
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I was bargaining for time away from Hollywood, and Columbia was bargaining for money. I got what I wanted and they got what they wanted. They knew I was so anxious to do Born Yesterday that I'd have done it for a dollar. They gave me the next best thing.
quote by Judy Holliday
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In the Fruit and Veg
Knocking you listen
to the sound
that a watermelon makes
to test if it is ripe
and I wipe the smile form my face,
trying to look sincere
and the whole of Fruit and Veg is filled
with shoppers, adoring ripe fruit and vegetables
crowding around some places with special offers
like a great vast congregation
gathered in the temple of a god
and tonight you will again
make your great fruit salad
with chopped and sliced mangoes,
papaw, sweet melon, some squeezed orange juice
and grapes
and maybe this afternoon
we will eat the watermelon
in the shade next to the swimming pool.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What You Will Miss Here
sinugbang tuloy in sicayab beach.
tuba laloy in the local market.
smooth ripe mangoes.
raw mangoes dipped in ginamos.
the spanish sardines of the montano's
the bibingka
puto cheese. dinuguan.
san mig beer and pulutan of pork pata.
smooth to the throat is the tanduay rhum
asia's best.
a stroll at the boulevard.
seeing the sun set there.
early morning walks at the plaza.
hearing the church bell ring.
a call to prayer.
the sound of the motorcabs on market day.
a hideaway in the farther hill.
early morning chill.
visiting the grave of your mother and father.
getting to know new nephews and nieces.
meeting old classmates and reminiscing
those high school days.
you were so thin and dark and naughty.
you're great now, with your white hair as crown.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Well, even to this day, if I smell a Big Mac, I'm like Pavlov's dog. My mouth starts watering immediately, like, 'Man, that is so good,' but I can't take a bite of it.
quote by Morgan Spurlock
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Romantic rains falls
Sky leans on the earth to give
mouth watering kiss
haiku by Anjali Sinha (2008)
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The process and the great smells it produces make everyone hungry and get everyone's mouth watering. And it gives men a chance to cook.
quote by Bobby Flay
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Mangoes
Come and buy my mangoes and eat them,
Come to my heart of love and share with me;
My golden door is open and it needs you.
Live by the truth and grow tall,
Love is all around you;
Because, false lips will rather lead you astray.
I have the golden door and,
You have the golden key;
Come and buy these mangoes of mine.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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He Is Just a Salesman
Mom, there is a man at our door
He wants to talk to you.
The man was weary
His hair was like hay
His face was wrinkled
But a pair of eyes of steel.
Mom was angry
Go play in your room son,
He is just a salesman.
Salesman, didn't I tell you never to come again?
The man said,
Mom is right son,
I sold a heart to your mom long long ago
She promised one back but never paid
Now I want to sell another for free,
She will not allow me now.
poem by Prabhakar Sarma Neog
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The tired and thirsty prospector threw himself down at the edge of the watering hole and started to drink. But then he looked around and saw skulls and bones everywhere. 'Uh-oh,' he thought. 'This watering hole is reserved for skeletons.'
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Girl U Want
She sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined love
It drips on down in a mist from above
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
You hear her calling everywhere you turn
You know youre headed for the pleasure burn
But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue
Shes the real thing but you knew it all along
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Look at you with your mouth watering
Look at you with your mind reeling
Why dont we just admit its all over
Just the girl u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
She sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined lust
It drips on down in a mist from above
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Look at you with your mouth watering
Look at you with your mind spinnin
Why dont we just admit its all over
Just the girl u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
song performed by by Devo
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A Happy Poem
a little boy free from mama's hold
to the backyard with his marbles
shooting them in the holes then
he calls his friends and hides
in the bushes where he cannot be found
to the hills he catches his dragonflies
he climbs and gathers ripe mangoes
he goes to the river with his peers
catches fish and jumps to swim
you hear him laugh and sing
till it is dark he thinks of home
his hot soup and dinner
then his mother kisses him
tells him stories and then he soundly sleeps
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Magic of Monsoons
Monsoons have finally arrived.
Childhood memories flash across my mind:
Those walks to the school in the raincoat
And running home to make paper boats,
And watch them float in the muddy water
Charging home, on hearing the sound of thunder.
Eating ripe mangoes out of a bucket,
And sitting in a circle in our vests,
Sucking one after another to our fill
With the juice running down our chin.
Oh, the taste of raw mangoes with salt
Unmindful of being caught.
The delicious taste of cherries, plums.
Pears, apricots, sweet lime gave awesome
Joy, that lingered for long
And in the background koel’s song.
Mother’s threats I won’t take care,
And tend to you if you again dare
To get drenched and come home wet.
How I quietly stood and let
Her let of steam
While I day dreamed.
The magic of rains still casts
A spell that lasts.
.It’s again that time of the year,
When although the life goes out of gear:
Mud stains, floods, wet shoes and unruly hair.
As there is no one to chide, I still dare
To allow the showers to kiss my face,
While I say my thanks to God’s grace
For quenching the thirst of parched earth
And fill the heart with relief and mirth.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Eating On Top Of The Mango Tree
it makes a difference if i eat
the fruits from the very tree where they
are hanging
i sit on top between the twigs
with the bunches of ripe mangoes touching my cheeks
you pick just one and take
a little bite
suddenly you are full
you think you are done
the blue clouds within your
reach has helped your hungry hands
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Sa ponoan sa mangga
Lahi baya ang mokaon ka og
Lanzones sa taas sa iyang ponoan.
Tapad sa imong aping ang
Mga pungpong.
Mokuha ka ug usa ka buok
hinog nga mangga
Busog na ka kaayo
Sa kaanindot nga pagburot sa mga panganod.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lonely Filipinos
Some lonely Filipinos
Working for a living
Read poems of
Happiness
To appease their
Feelings of loneliness
Away from home
Here in a foreign land
At freezing temperatures
They wish for
Sunshine, and blue clouds
White sand beaches
And warm embraces
Of loved ones
Sometimes loneliness
Wins and they look
Inside themselves
Finding certain strengths
In old Molave trees
Flexibilities in green
Pliant bamboos
And sampaguitas scents
Or could be ylang-ylang
Perfume,
Or they resort to food,
Cook the adobo & dinuguan & puto
On wintry days perhaps,
And to really kill
This rampage of boredom
They make thin slices
Of raw mangoes
Dipped in bagoongs,
Black paste of shrimps
The taste lingers
In taste buds and
Tongues start to
Water,
To green slices of raw mangoes
Salivation is easy.
On these thin slices of
Green raw mangoes
Perhaps the Filipino
Forgets what loneliness is all about.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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