Best Ane Poems
We hear, then reason; "-ane" becomes a chain,
Mundane, inane, profane — in one shared refrain.
The ear makes kin; the mind supplies the blame.
Their sound alone condemns an innocent name.
But '-ane' has no common ancestor that's known.
No single root from which these shades have grown.
They're joined by sound, not blood; a chance refrain,
They're strange bedfellows, lodged inside the brain.
'Mundane' simply means the earth beneath our feet.
The dust, the stars, the bitter, and the so sweet.
No dullness is dealt within its core domain;
We dulled the world, then christened it 'Mundane'.
'Profane' stood simply outside sacred ground,
Beyond the shrine, where ordinary life was found.
But thresholds hardened; differences gathered blame.
What stood beyond the sacred, gathered within its shame.
'Inane' was empty, hollow, a void within.
While 'vain' knew emptiness through a different kin.
Their meanings conjoined, though separate they remain—
Two roads to nothing, rhyming within the brain.
Then 'bane' arrived from quite another tree,
In Old English it's 'bana': death and enmity.
No Latin cousins riding on the train—
A killer merely dressed to rhyme with “-ane.”
So 'mundane', 'vain', 'profane', 'inane' and 'bane'.
Parade like blood relations throughout the brain.
The rhyme persuades; resemblance stakes its claim.
The ear invents a bloodline with which to inflame.
We hear resemblance, then presume a chain.
One word's dark shadow stains another's name.
A rhyme becomes a verdict; sound becomes blame.
Those unrelated roots all inherit borrowed shame.
We forge from echoes pedigrees of blame.
Make strangers kin, then stain them in our game.
Each word stood innocent; our ears supplied the stain—
We dulled the world, then christened it “Mundane”.
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MARANAO HISTORICal POEM
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~ Linimpang a Pilimpinas |
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Pilimpinas go(w)Ane
ko masá o Mericano
na ini zámaiya iran
na othángen so kadatu
a minindatu ko Moro(d)
ko lupa a Minsupala
Na paka Thâgombasayen
so kadatu ko Sulot(a)n
go so kalipa datu ...
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Pilimpinas miyareg
na somiyorong sa (k)Akal
na inaiyok so mithontot
a mbaloy a palati(ng)kop
na katan tuwan a bénar
a ndiongkatén so ingéd
ka diyulon so ndatuan
a alinen so betikan
a maki phéLala iyoka ...
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Pilimpinas miniség
na péd a phipalatiko
na péd pén a magingéd
a malo mala i sowá
ka piyaka pamaganad
na inisurat tugalin
a ini lakam a bénar
na takinuba inalin
ka piyaka aiyon siran ...
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Pilimpinas komiréb
na somiyorong phároman
na biyaloya a Lédawan
so miyambiyat a wata
a kiya Merikano-wan
sa biyaloi a rawatén
a inusar ko maguingéd
na sulutan go kalipa
a Bithôwan sa Pangulo ...
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Pilimpinas lumimbég
na pin'dakél Presidenté
na ini rénéb so kandatu
ka piya ka sondo-sondong
ko Gobernor Heneral
na okit a ini phâ-ar
ka kiyalitan sa gaés
na tiyongkop so Kadatu
sa minitanggasai dén ...
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~ Ditadawayen l
khadaffy D. Mangondato
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N.B.
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PITOWA :
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Giyangkaiya a manga Katigan sii, na daa bawn paka aantapan, ago kéna oba kambinasa ko ingaran o inged tano a Pilimpinas, ka matag piyaka okit sa POEM, go so manga thö-thool (Narratives) o miyanég ko miya payag a Estorya ko riyaot ko manga Lukés, Mapakay a adn mambo a kaba-bénar iyan ko masa i Presidenté Manuel L. Quezon ko Oras o Merikano, odi na inumanan a Lébatan, ogayd na sagabay badn aya a Phôka pokaw ko manga Kalombayan a gopén pkhi-saluno ko phakasabot on ko Rowaiya niyan. Daa a papantkén ai inunta na pamaka inengka ko Meranaw a di phékhapokas ko aiyan niyan. Sanggibo Salamat !
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ARTISTIC IMPRESSION
Sequo ane aneleli
Ruthless enchantment signed peneli
Deep linguistics conveyed temporali
French-mistic concerns of one Mr. Pateli
A shrine of words deeply negated
A form of style simply paginated
Tongue-twister relative of pronounciation – the bigger picture
Thoughts bigger than the box
Thoughts like keys secured in a knox
Change of plan,-action; a detrimental hoax
Consequences of thinking outside of the box
Pay heed to listen
Marksman with an arrow coated in glisten
Levitate your mind to embrace wisdom
Silence is golden in the event of an argument raised in confusion
A life planned is pre-mediated murder substance of an illusion
Mixed words of no meaning devour intelligence
The human brain is encrypted with its own elegance
Analysis defragmenter –prophets foretell
Analysis coordinator – preachers re-tell
Sermons attended from devout ministers –you say?
True lords of great speech per se
Due acceptance from the masses departed out of reach
A set piece not destined to offer a perfect goal
Forgotten like the New Year’s resolutions before the end of fall
The artistic impression I portray...
BY SIBUSISO LUBIMBI
"Ghosted"
lost lullabies
disappear lilting
in my dreams
stolen
by pretender
the time thief
as if you were
never here
connected
golden chord
ghost
your crying heart
still carried
deep
within me
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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"Fingerprints" / Ane Brun
https://youtu.be/sgIzzuSc1nM
LYRICS/ "Fingerprints", Ane Brune
https://genius.com/Ane-brun-fingerprints-piano-version-lyrics
"As if your words are poetry
It's up to me to give the meaning
And I believe
That you are on a mission
To tell me something
About belonging"
Dark clouds roll on in
Cyclone of power and fear
As changing as the river of life
disperse from your path of death
Blue skies, You weren't here
"True Colours"
My mind is
a minefield.
To traverse it
and make it out
in one piece
is a victory
I'm trying to avoid.
Let me load my gun
with more colour.
Reloading artillery now.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
I'm just getting started.
True colours
shining now
"VirvelVind"/Ane Brun
https://youtu.be/IwRQr-ChzfU
LYRICS / translation,
"VirvelVind", Ane Brun
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/ane-brun/virvelvind-74
Duck Test
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duck_test
"Devas in a Haunted World"
come forward all,
gather around
my sweet Devas,
all elemental and
nature spirits
Devic borne
You,
the Becoming -
CONTINUED IN SHORT STORIES ...
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
After the Great Storm /Ane Brun
https://youtu.be/k0i98x1rvBU
in{-ane, -sipid, -gestible, -digestible, -satiable}
just kidding!
not !!
not, not.
who dere?
aw, go {expletive never inserted} myself.
{oh joy, almond joy, enjoy, killjoy}
go back to the start where i am
"Supersedure of the Bee Queen"
Sweet girl,
supersedure
becomes the blessed
haunting
mirror mirror view
new
Queen
You
(LadyLabyrinth/2022)
"Honey" / Ane Brun
https://youtu.be/WAB-3N5ukIg
LYRICS/ "Honey", Ane Brun
https://genius.com/Ane-brun-honey-lyrics
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/cherish_armour_1019783
The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor,
Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills.
Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude,
Killing the wounded in Drumossie mud.
Oor Prince has fled leaving dreams in the dust,
Of a Stuart oan the throne that was oor lust,
like the heron scared of mans approach
fleeing his home being taen awa tae France.
Some say he was a bonnie lad cam frae italia way,
Heir tae the royale throne pretending tae be king,
Nae clue or fighting skill but the bonnie prince could sing.
Noo he was being led awa tae catch a boat tae tak him awa.
It was spoken of in tones hushed and still,
Ane day he wid return tae claim the throne,
Frae ower the watter oor king wid come,
Alang wi lairds cawed awa tae France.
© Andrew Provan McIntyre 2016-05-28
M-ist and fog Friday
A-re both nowhere in sight;
R-aindrop on Saturday
I-s fading into the night.
E-leventh February morn meets the early beacon;
L-et the new dawn break, bringing the haze to oblivion.
P-ink wide skyway
O-pens the day with light;
L-ane beyond the clouds
I-s setting things aright:
N-ever ignore your wellness,
T-ake the sickness away;
A-iming to try the badminton,
N-ow is the time to play.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Ou pa ka fè anyen mal
Ou ka chame li ak yon ti chanson
Nan men ou, li pa bezwen anpil.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Mond lan sanble li trè bèl
Tout bagay anfò, an pinpan
Lè yon fanm adore ou.
Se tout ane a ki printan
Ti zwazo yo ap repoze e yap chante
Timoun yo ap jwe e yap ri
Gen anpil bonè ak kè kontan.
Lè ou voye flè pou li
Lè ou bay li bèl bijou
Li bo ou tankou yon ti bebe
E li ba ou akolad pou tout yon ane.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Ou santi ou ekstrèmman byen
Kay la gen anpil, yon dividal manje
Paske li bay ase pou vant ou plin.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Syèl la klere epi li ble
Lanmè a manyifik e trè klè
Lè yon fanm renmen ou.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Solèy la cho e li pike
Nwaj yo ap vwayaje
Lè yon fanm adore ou.
Copyright © fevriye 2020, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève.
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.
This is a translation of the poem When A Woman Loves You by Hebert Logerie
Far tae the North hidden alang Moray coast,
Therr bides a little toon o which yin can boast.
Wi a rid phone boax in pride o place mak a call tae freends an aa.
Nae thing tae spile the view ower grey blue sea reflecting azure sky
Rest yer mind oan Pennans lap bringing a smile tae yer mou'.
Sky ablaze with fire a glow as ancient as the stones
Ancients witnessed this cosmic fire thinking it was the gods ire,
Hiding within circles of towering stone while druids chanted
Smiling as they alone knew ,it was the voyage of the sun roon the wurld
Bringing the gift of life making crops grow at summers height.
Stillness settles over the sea and land, lulling all to rest and sleep,
A flash o siller moon catching and painted by setting sun.
Now the red of setting sun is painted over the sky,
Segou’s fly hame tae roost oan clifface steep an sheer,
Till yince again at dawns rise brichtens the sky again.
Splish, splash said the seagaus yin tae anither,
Fur whit wull we hae fur oor supper e dey,
said the ither ,Ah ken lets hae fish,
Whit again replied the first ane, weel we aa ken that at Pennan ye allus get the
best fush
my but yer richt therr ma freen quick afore yon dolphins jin the queue
C,mon n hurry get therr furst an gie them the push.
Pennan is the fushing village wherr “Local Hero” wus fulmed.
Ane I lost my heart.
I love how he breezes up all
and his tender blows.
At the time he draws on me
He waltz with my curly hairs
R-adiant star in the sky
O-ften shines in the night;
E-ven the light of the moon
L-ooks like equally-bright.
C-omforting star in the sky
A-ims to bring sweet slumber;
S-leep safe and sound,
T-wenty-first November.
I-t glows in the darkness,
L-etting the bats fly so high;
L-ane above is keeping
O-ne radiant star in the sky.