COME CLOSER TO ME
Trelos ya sena
COME CLOSER, LOVE YOU TRUE,
Ella Konda mou na sou po,
MAY I HUG YOU,
Na s’angalyaso an boro,
I DANCED WITH YOU LAST NIGHT,
Ma ze sou horepsa egthes,
FOR ME YOU SEEMED SO RIGHT,
Agapi mou apo pou erthes?
COME CLOSER FOR IT IS MY AIM,
Ella Konda, na sou po,
TO TELL MY SECRET, THIS NO GAME,
To mistiko mou ella tho,
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Thellou na zesume mazi.
ENJOY OUR YOUTH AND IN IT BASK.
Me tin igia mas ke krasi
WE WILL LOVE, KISS AND SIP FROM WINE,
Sta hili sou ena fili, se agapo toso poli,
AND WHILST WE DINE,
Ke an to potiri me krasi
IF A GLASS MAY FALL, BREAK AND SPILL,
Pote hethee,
LET IT BE ON ME, IF IT WILL.
Na eme ego,ke ohi esee.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apteen arhee esoona esee,
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
NB - An English/Greek Love Song
It's cloudy Sunday
At foothills of Mt. Apo
Lies array of tents.
Lorraine
A gorgeous blend of white and brown
That made the day wipe my deep frown
A fine maiden with hair like silk
With skin so soft and white as milk
Cindy
Tallest beauty in all of classes
An appeal that caught the masses
Like an actress in cheese whiz commercial
Her presence made the day special
Jaycel
Her deepening cheeks caught my attention
A fine maiden that roused my affection
Like native beauty with brown skin
But golden smile from deep within
Roweliza
The sweetest smile I've ever seen
In all places I've ever been
But then she called me out of style
I simply answered her with smile
Anna May
The most precious gem of them all
Charm that could make any heart fall
A maiden with beauty and brain
Being with her stops the rain
*In dedication to the memories of yesteryears beauties of MNHS, 2 Apo and 2 Mayon, under Ms. J. Trinidad before poverty caused me to drop school and leave to seek new heights*
December 20, 2023 PST, SPC
She's the oldest living treasure that the world has ever seen;
A creator of arts, with her canvas, the human skin.
Her beauty outshines many younger generations.
Her charm could be the greatest among all her possessions.
She's a glimmer of the island of the far east, from the north.
She's a pleasant scene being craved, of tempting sort.
May it be someone from the west or the east,
everyone gladly comes to gather for her feast.
*For Apo Whang-Od, the oldest living tattoo artist in the world at 106, a living treasure, in celebration of my 500th poem in Soup.*
April 1, 2023
Day we said our final words,
Exactly two months ago,
And now your letter only stirs,
Regrets, cast a dark shadow,
Just so you know, I've moved on,
Only hoping you have done so too.
However, your letter is forlorn.
Nonetheless, I'm not missing you.
venice seemed a bit
moving today i'd wondered
over genova's coast
hardly a peek over masone's
entrance father was beneath himself
filled with bitter rage
it appeared my fetish for clark's
trouser's boosted family morale
i'd covered this endless romance
several months now
keeping watch over
my grandmother's
crest of identity a sullen logo
that read milan descending
aimously into corleone valley
weathered so cringing almost
with thee farewell findings
omerta standing in view
silence emerged an yet
i could only whisper his name
within this tiny village how different
we were how divided on appian way
our ancestor's balanced seperation
segrgation among italian
hemesphrere who am i now
thee darkest bella
red pellerosa apo new york
He lay in silent contemplation
His breath leaving the stead
The smile without the why
Ananda..stood by in dire
Oh Lord our guide
Where art thou ?
Apo Deepo Bhava
These words rang out stellar
The shell was cast away
This message for mankind to stay---
(c)copyright--vijay nair
(Lord Buddha's penultimate moments--with distraught disciple, Ananda by his side- This parting message for the cosmos to dance with--"Apo deepo bhava",meaning " Be a light unto yourself"
things were different than before
my sudden out burst I'd yet to explain
I noticed small things like
a butterflies cocoon my sense's
were a bit altered as the smell
of a dandelion sent me soaring again
things were a bit different I suppose
my laughter seemed out of style
like an old pair of slacks from the seventies
a quiet calm aroused my suspicious mind
centered around trust issues
things were a bit different than before
I found myself in the middle of a closet
reading old letters from Apo addresses
clutching dog tags field jackets
and twisted boot straps while a celebration
seemed to be carried from the back yard
the sound of great cheer I held on to
a stainless steel tear one I couldn't ignore
that things were a bit different than before
Mr and Mrs private first class stationed
in Augsburg 15th battalion
second Calvary division canteens and sea rashins
were being distributed while we had four more
court martials. lined outside of the jag office
after a deferred payment plan failed again
der banke of Munich we settled in the
chaplains office to speak with der Bishop
to discuss baq. barracks and housing quarters
allowance why living on a no payment status
allowance covered wodka Cognac and three
kartens of cigarettes food and clothing
not allowances while preparing the family
to relocate again to Berlin havoc broke out
chaos arose thee Iraqi embassy under attack
der wand was stille covered in graffitii I retrieved
three stones as my chanook arrived it read
apo. new York Kennedy our convoy flew over
Kremlin and the eastern shores
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