Best Ba Poems
Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba, ba, blackishly wishing I was right as rain.
Words accessed by my fingertips
help to quicken my sheepish heartbeat
Yet I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE!
Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet.
Never once listening to what other sheep bleat.
Instead I feel my brain draining
as my barnyard thoughts are straining
I can’t translate what they’re saying.
It sounds to much like blah blah complaining.
I’m watching you fake shepherd boy,
black sheep never sleep
into the darkness we’re destined to creep.
Sad sadistic secrets you’ve burdened us to keep
So we push our charred thoughts way down deep,
as we travel paths dangerous and steep.
Within the silence of the lambs,
you devilishly relish hearing us weep.
While I admire fleece as white as snow.
I’m not inclined to go where those sheep go.
Their path leads to your fictional rainbow.
They’re not safe just because they travel slow.
The True Shepherd wouldn’t lead them to and fro
I listen to my uneasy queazy feeling
and exit your proverbial row.
I wish I could stop them too
but, ba ba ba, to the slaughter they go.
For Wow Me Poetry Contest entered August 26, 2019.
Written August 21, 2019
Re-entered in John Hamilton’s N/A contest
BA BA WA AJABU Wonderful Father by James Edward Lee Sr.
{{This is the most liked and viewed poem in my PoetrySoup roster with more
than 4,500 views as will as being my first number # 1 in a contest entry}}
BA BA WA AJABU Wonderful Father
SWAHILI VERSE 1ST. . . . . . .
LA LA LA, LA LA, LA LA LA, LA LA
LA LA LA, LA LA;
BAba wa ajabu
Baba yangu wewe ni
Aba Baba
Mtoaji wa wote ni
Mtakatifu
Baba
Muumba
Baba wa ajabu
Baba yangu wewe ni
Aba Baba
Mpokeaji wa Roho zote
Haki
Muumba
Mtoaji wa Baraka
Baba yuangu wewe ni
Aba Baba
Mtoaji wa wote ni
Ajabu
Muumba Mtakatifu, Baba
Wewe wewe ni, wako yangu
Yangu
Baba wa ajabu
Brian Strand
He knitted her a Sheepish Grin,
tried to pull the wool over her eyes.
The stylish wolf, wearing Sheep's clothing,
virgin wool was his ultimate prize!
But the sheep she was too clever and wise!
For C.T.'s Wool Contest
What I have made of the wool is a story, I hope you enjoy it!
Minions,
determine little creatures
In the wide screen
That stir lots of trouble with their funny little slurs
Don’t know if they are his or hers
They look like yellow Hot Tamales jelly beans
Wearing little blue bebe overalls
that are always clean
Tiny little hands and feet
black gloves and shoes
They are always full of motion
Gargling sounds
feeling free
Between their little face goggles they wear
Their only difference is one or two big eyes
Excursion to who knows where
Their slapstick-infused shenanigans little Minions
In the spotlight dancing
Believe me!
That keep the little ones entranced and in their seats
They wiggle and they giggle
when the Minion wants
Ba….na….na!!!
I wonder what they dream
If they drive each other bananas
Determine little creatures
in the wide screen
Ba….na….na!!!
2/25/2016
Puso ko'y doble - kara nang mahalin kita
natutong umasam, magtiwala sa tamis ng iyong pagsinta,
subalit nabahiran ng pangamba at kawalang pag-asa
nang ako'y umibig, puso ko'y nahati sa dalawa!
Puso ko'y doble - kara kapag nakikita kita, sinta
lumulukso ang puso, ngumingiti't masaya,
ngunit kapagdaka'y nababalot ng lungkot, lumuluha
hindi ka maabot at mayakap, bakas ang pait sa mukha.
Puso ko'y doble - kara, kulay ay nagdadalawa
nag-uumapaw ng walang kapantay na matingkad na pulang-pula,
napakadilim naman kapag nasasaktan na't pait ay nalalasahan
tila hinuhugot sa kailaliman, binabalot ng itim ang pusong sugatan!
Puso ko'y doble - kara sa pagtibok, walang tigil, tumitipa
bumubilis ang pintig, tila hinahabol ang paghinga,
nanghihina naman at tumitigil sa hampas ng iringan
tila puso'y hapo, ayaw nang umandar, hangad lagi ay paglisan.
Puso ko'y doble kara, nagmamalupit kapagdaka
pilit nakikibaka, nakikituligsa sa di masang-ayunang paksa,
nakikiayon naman ito kapag nahimasmasan na
at nahinuhang may punto naman at maaari pa'ng isalba.
Puso ko'y doble - kara, sa pagmamahal matiyaga
pilit umuunawa sa kamalian at pagpapakita ng pagkalinga,
ngunit napapagod din sa di maiwasang pangungulila
nakakapanghina at ibig na huminto't ipagwalang bahala!
Puso ko'y doble kara, tigib sa pagsuyo't pagsinta
isinisigaw ang walang kupas at wagas na sumpa,
nababalot naman ito na paghahangad at pagnanasa
sa pita ng laman, sumasang -ayon at nakikiisa!
Ahhh...Isaisahin ko man ang dahilan ng pagiging doble-kara
wala nang hahalaga pa sa pintig ng puso'ng umaasa,
na tuluyang makamtan kahit mahirap ang magmahal
hindi laging masaya, ang magmahal ay mahirap pala!
Puso ko'y... DOBLE - KARA nga ba?
Inner Whispers
I do feel the presence of God,
As I feel the presence of my mother,
Like God she is still a faith, a force.
She is a god personified.
Wherever I go whatever I do,
I feel all of her.
She is beyond god-
Indian philosophy calls it Dwait.
If seeing is believing
I do not believe in miracles.
I was yet to experience one.
While flying from
Uruguay to America,
I had some fearful problems,
Some real, some nightmares.
Gomi Ba came as a protecting force,
Giving an edge over my problems.
If the theory of recarnation exists,
My mother exists in spirit and soul.
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Sixth Placement
Contest: I remember Mama
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The poem was written while I traveled from Uruguay to USA (Charlotte NC)
Gomi is the name of my mother and BA means ma or mother.
Dwait:
The very words Dwaita means dualism and Advaita means non dualism. One shoud know what are these two. Dwait means one can approach God thro' a medium i.e. Guru or Mother. Adwait means Guru or Mother is God for you.
Hinduism says one is human soul or consiousness or jeevatma and the second one is cosmic soul or God or Paramatma.
Advaita phylosophy says both are one at the same. For this they give several examples: Ornaments like necklace, chain, ring, eaarstuds etc made of gold. Even thiough they are identified as individual objects they have come out of gold only and when melted become gold only.
Similarly when we keep several mirrors outside during day time, the reflection of solar sun can be seen separately in each mirror. Whjen the mirrors are removed to a shade, the reflection disappears. Therefore the soul in all beings is nothing but a reflection of cosmic soul. The moment the body is decayed the souls reflection get disappeared. The philosophy says people believe existace of individual souls as real due to only illusion. The moment the illusion is gone one will gain the Jnana of nondualism. Adi Sankara profounded this theory.
Ba-ba
They called him ba and sometimes ba,
The bubba Heenie one,
Caught with a sheep in his ute to keep,
The owner caught him some,
No chops for ba-ba, none
Bells boxing tent saw him fight,
Big bugger thumped someone,
He raised his arms, he won the right,
His pants fell down, dum dum,
Interesting sight ole son,
His doctor ripped a kidney out,
Ba-ba he wasn’t thin
Doctor said he’d get a dozer about,
To put his guts back in,
ole ba-ba had to grin,
the doctors wage won’t come,
the dollars all doubtful in,
an overdraft unsung…
Don Johnson
Poor Ba-ba Sheep
Oh the new year resolution,
That us weak brained types can’t keep:}
To think for ourselves hereafter,
Not be brainwashed like Bo Peep,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep,
Intelligence is subtle,
The thoughts upon ya creep,
I hate to burst ya bubble,
But the rich want to work you cheap,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep,
The greed of the rich is crafty,
Half truths he feeds the sheep,
Put in a figure head,
whose brain is dead,
Or maybe half a sleep,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep,
Philantrophists are rare today,
Their greed has made them weep,
Try to buy back some SELF goodness, hey,
After robbing a million sheep,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep?
The idiot votes for his master,
Thinks Master a special Sheep,
The voted for one bought and paid for some ,
By some fat rich slug on the cheap,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep,
The moral of the story is,
Don’t think like Ba Ba sheep,
The elected few,
aren’t controlled by you,
they are owned by a big fat creep,
who wants its way and will not pay,
snorts n snickers in its sleep,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep.
Don
Bakit nga ba, sinta, ako’y iniwan mo?
o kay lupit naman ng puso mo, hirang.
Magagawa mo bang limutin ang lahat?
araw na nagdaan sa ating dalawa.
Darating din ang araw ika’y malulumbay,
luha sa iyong mata’y tutulo rin.
Init ng pag-ibig ko ay hahanapin mo,
at maiisip mo ang nawala sa iyo.
Ang buhay kong ito tanging laan sa iyo,
wala bang halaga pag-ibig ko sa iyo?
Sinaktan mo ako, ngayo’y nagdurusa,
ikaw ang dahilan ng sawing kapalaran.
When he first came around,
nothing touched the ground.
Now seventeen years later,
my husband is one hundred
pounds fatter.
I never dreamed it would
end like this,
in the beginning all i saw
was pure bliss.
These days it's lot's
of appointments,
not to mention all the
smelly ointments.
And the diabetes, well it's
out of control,
would it be if not for the
big fat rolls?
There's ulcers too, on his feet,
all this because he had too much to eat.
He nearly died twice last year,
and to our kids he's their big teddy bear.
I finally decided that this must stop,
and arranged surgery for my kid's pop.
The official name is called gastric bypass,
but i call it a new lease on his fat ass.
They say in one year, he'll weigh less,
and if you'd like to take a guess..
He'll be down two hundred pounds,
with that belly no longer on the ground.
His doctor says he'll be more handsome,
but i just want good health for 'em.
It's only been six weeks, yet i already see
a big change,
forty pounds have come off his body,
no more wheelchairs do i have to arrange.
He'll soon be back to work, a renewed man,
because without all that fat, he sure 'nough can.
Walking down the street,
My anger is boiling,
Put my headphones on,
“I live a Looonely Avenuuee, aaw yes sir” I start to sing
“Cupid, draw back your bow,”
Happiness speeds up the blood in my flow
“Loose yourself in the moment you own it..”
Boys on the basketball court are playing themselves fit,
A little later, driving past Walmart,
“I told you I was trouble, ya know I'm no gooood”
Man..I would've seen her live if I could,
“Chain, chain, chain...chain of fools”
Now we're left with music industries tools,
The one thing I can always rely on to make me smile,
Knowing couple hundred tunes come alive when I twist this dial,
They're so different,
But all the same,
Explaining different kind pain,
Struggles and triumphs everyday
Telling their story just to me,
There's my connection,
That's the way musics' supposed to be
So I'm driving down the road the other night
grooving to some phish and I'm feeling alright
Moon on the horizion it's mighty full
clouds rolling what a splendid splendid view
I said ba di da u day
I feel high from that melodie
so sweet now and fully composed
Maybe its the kind now its setting in
as my body begins to dance again
I said ba di da u day
I don't feel much like going home
Make a couple of calls as I'm strolling along
New York city is the place of choice
as i drive all night to the early morning comes
I said ba di da u day
Egyptian artifacts intrigue,
Museum quality so fine
Imagination they besiege,
Sagely seasoned like the best wine,
They fill my heart with love and awe,
Egyptian artifacts so fine,
Love soul stories of ba and ka,
Often inspires me and mine,
Soul-deep into a tomb or mine,
Wishing I could go on a dig,
Egyptian artifacts so fine,
Terrific stories truly big,
Finding a tomb King Tut mighty,
Is the best kind of dream of mine,
Discovering tight and righty,
Egyptian artifacts so fine.
Come soon, at the end of this year,
the new one will follow- with drear
for promises to
change things I will do;
resolve to step up brings on fear!
It seems this is doomed to work out!
I make my list- then, with no doubt
a month may go by
with changes, comply-
but soon after, know I will pout!
My promises all go astray!
I cling to my old standard way
of living my life
with peace and less strife;
my new resolutions soon fray!
As long as I do what I should
instead of now adding “I could.”
Keep doing my best
to meet my own test
not reach for the prize of sainthood!
Ba humbug to changing my thought
to fill a tradition not sought!
Resolve to stay me
like I'm meant to be
as my eighty-four years have wrought!
What you don't believe in Santa Claus
did your mum and dad deceive
always read the small print , don't be so naive !
watch them pesky clauses as they are , so real .
Sorry we can't help you, its them clauses in the way !
It's no good sat there whining it's in the clauses , can't you read !
yes !, I've read them clauses oh you do deceive !
so if you think I'm being good next year, Mr Santa Claus ?
you better check my small print as I'm off to set fire to my little sisters pig tails !
comp entry 11042016