Best Bata Poems
Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Blinded by love like Yaksha & his beloved
In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem Meghdootam.
Vega neglecting her weaving and
Altair allowed the cows to stray.
So did lovelorn Yaksha in his duties to Kubera.
Dereliction in each case infuriated the kings.
Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way
And Yaksha from Alkapuri in the Himalayas to Ramgiri.
Yaksha expurgated by separation for a year.
Vega succeeded in arousing the sympathy
Was allowed to meet Altair once in a year
Provided no rain on the eve of seventh
To unite in the milky way-Scorpion region
On the bank of Amanogawa river.
Prospero proved wiser expiating Ferdinand
By his log bearing as ‘trials of thy love’.
Reducing Miranda as ‘rich gift’ or ‘acquisition’
Forever as compensation to Ferdinand’s pains?
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Sixth Placement
For contest : your best poem
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Explanations of foreign words in the poem:
Japanese “Tana” means a shelf in English and “bata” is a transformation of “hata” which
means a loom
"weaving with the loom (bata) placed on the shelf (tana)",
One popular Tanabata custom is to write one's wishes on a piece of paper, and hang that
piece of paper on a specially erected bamboo tree, in the hope that the wishes become true.
According to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega,
Yakshas : name of the Kubera’s servant
Meghdootam: Megh (rainy clouds and Dootam means messenger)An epic poem written in
Sanskrit in the year 400 A.D. by the great Indian Bard Kalidas – meaning cloud messenger
Ramgiri ; a hill near Nagpur in Central India
Alka: the name of the city in Himalayan region also known as Alkapuri
Kubera: the God of Wealth in the Hindu mythology
the Amanogawa (River of Heaven),
Prospero, Ferdinand and Miranda- the character in Shakespeare’s The Tempest.
Ajoke
...... to my Ajoke, to your ajoke
It was at oja ale I first saw you
Your smile that day ajoke
Robbed me of my timidity
And I forgot of my reticence
When I saw you at the river
And caught how she made your face wet
Until I saw your tender legs leave the stream
I thought you were Yeye's first dughter
In the rain yesterday
I envied the little rain drops
As they ran happily from your shuku
Down To your heavenly bosom
There's something about you ajoke
Something special about you omo asake
Not too delicate for a queen
Yet not too daring for a princess
Your feet ajoke
They're not too tender to dance the bata dance
Not too firm to kneel to the grey
Agile enough to make the eyins bleed sweet oil
Come to my home ajoke
Come n teach my pots how to make good soup
Let me taste our love
From those morsels of affection
Come and make my home
And teach our daughters how to make efo riro
Come and build our family
And teach our sons how to prostrate
Let's go to odo oba
And let her envy our flowing love
Follow me to the igbo ode
And let's tell the iroko of our evergreen romance
And when we're tired ajoke
And my eyes too weak to see your wrinkled face
When our grandkids play hide n seek in our ode
I'd be holding your hand
Oja ale- night market; Yeye- goddess of river; shuku: a style of hair plaiting by Yoruba women ; bata: a type of dance in Yoruba culture ; eyin: palm kernel ; efo riro: vegetable soup ; odo oba: Oba(a queen in Yoruba myths) river ; Igbo Ode : thick forest ; Iroko : evergreen tree in the tropical regions ; Ode: interior of huts
(My apologies! This poem is wrtten in Filipino....for my brother Edwin...i hope to translate it one day)
Noong tayoy mga bata pa...
Wala akong maalala....
Na sa akin ay nakipaglaro ka....
Pwera lang sa pagkakataong nag iisa....
Noon ay katabi kita....
Isang maliit na plastic aking nakita....
Na isinuot ko sa aking ulo hanggang mukha....
Naalala kong hindi ako makahinga....
Tulungan mo 'ko!!! Akoy nagmakaawa....
Dala na rin ng iyong pagkabata....
Ako ay iyong binalewala....
Salamat sa ating kasambahay....
Ako'y nabigyan pa ng ikalawang buhay....
Habang tayoy nagkakaedad....
Naalala kong tayo'y laging nagbababag....
Kahit mas malaki ka sa akin....
Pinapatulan kita tuwing ako ay iyong hahamunin....
Noong nag eeskwela na tayo....
Hindi ko maalalang kami'y iyong kasalo....
Sa ano mang tagumpay na iyong natamo....
Pero ni minsan hndi kami nagtampo....
Kahit na obvious naman na ikaw ang paborito
Pero aming kapatid....
Nais naming malaman mo....
Mula noon hanggang sa panahong ito.....
Akala mo lang wala pero meron meron meron....
Aming pagmamahal ay totoo....
Na Para lamang sa iyo....
Hindi man kami magsalita....
Ramdam namin kung ikaw ay masaya....
Ganun din kung ika'y may dinadala....
Sa lahat ng pagkakataon sana....
Iyong maisip na may apat na maria....
Sa iyo ay nagpapahalaga!
Ngayong singkwenta ka na....
Nawa'y nakikita mo na....
Na napakaganda ng iyong naging buhay....
Na ondoy at habagat ka man....
Nakatayo ka pa din at di bumibigay....
Panahon na para kami naman ang iyong pansinin
Ang iyong mga kapatid na pagkakaganda
O sige na nga kasama ang ating ina
Tutal nasa singapore ka!
Nampucha naman magpasalubong ka!
Sensya na hindi ko na alam
Paano tapusin ang alay na tula
Aking ilong ay nagdurugo na
Katinko ko ay simot na
Pakatandaan mo lang....
Mahal ka namin aming kuya!
I am Africa, I am man
Hear my drums, know my heart beat
My sorrow is not metered in iambic lines
Life does not speak that way
So artificial this enumeration of joy
So false this constant rise and fall of tone
I fish the tides
Sometimes the water rises above the rock
And stay a long, long time
Like a dream that won't give up
Sometimes the water recedes far out
Lingering at the bar
Waiting for the moon to show her breast
Watching silently like a star
For one ear Nana Oba to divorce me
From this culture that is my hell.
I am Africa, I am man
My fingers running fast on antelope skin
Cross the bata light and sweet like a caress
Like rainfall on the Serengeti
Like bird call for Nana Oshun's memory
So when I put my hands around your waist
Sliding my finger over the contours of our embrace
Searching for lake Nakuru under your dress
Down from the Kilmanjaro of your breast
And whisper my feelings in your ears
In cross-rhythms, kora and mbira playing
Hot like khamsin, passionate like the yamo
Sucking on your tongue for life
Seeking the umbilical water for my pain
What care for anapestic sentiments
Trochaic promises, dactylic stories
I need you in all the wonder of your loveliness
In all the moods that living tell
In our orbiting exodus of earth and hell
No time now for phony precisions
I speak as I am, as I feel emotions
Dancing on my finger tips
Dancing on the velvet smooth of drums
Ladling at your Nakura, lapping at your lips
All tribal, my body hums
For the stolen glory of my history
For the cinder of theories
That make me victim twice in my misery
I am Africa, I am man
Hear my prophecy, I will succeed!
Kapaligiran, Kay gandang pagmasdan
Lalo na kung ito'y maayos at malinis
Subalit kulang yata sa aral o disiplina ang mga Pilipino
Maraming basura ay nagkalat, mga plastik at bote
Na sa kanal ay napupunta at bumabara
Darating na naman ang tag-ulan
Bubuhos ang napakalakas na ulan
At parang uhaw na uhaw ang lupa
Na walang sawang sinasahod ang ulan
Ngunit siya man ay nalunod din dahil sa baha
Bahang dulot ng mga baradong kanal
Kelan kaya mamahalin ng tapat ng mga Pilipino
Ang kanyang kapaligiran, kailan kaya ito ?
Kahit pasukin pa ng baha ang kanyang bahay
Ay parang walang epekto sa kanila
Sige na naman mga kababayan ko
Huwag na tayong magtapon ng basura sa kapaligiran
Mga bata ay araw araw na nating turuan na magmalasakit
Sa kapaligirang kanilang mamanahin
Sige na mga kababayan, alagaan ang ating kapaligiran
Platonic Relationships
Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
Japan celebrating Tanabata festival
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Vega neglecting her weaving and
Altair allowed the cows to stray.
Dereliction in the case infuriated their King
Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way
Vega succeeded in arousing the sympathy
Was allowed to meet Altair once in a year
Provided no rain on the eve of seventh
To unite in the milky way-Scorpion region
On the bank of Amanogawa river.
Blinded by love like the stars Vega and Altair
In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem Meghdootam.
So did lovelorn Yaksha in his duties to Kubera.
Dereliction in each case infuriated the kings.
Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way
Yaksha expurgated by separation for a year.
From Alkapuri in the Himalayas to Ramgiri.
Prospero proved wiser expiating Ferdinand
By his log bearing as ‘trials of thy love’.
Reducing Miranda as ‘rich gift’ or ‘acquisition’
Forever as compensation to Ferdinand’s pains?
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Date 3-1-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win in
Contest: Appreciate Platonic Relationship by Poet Undertaker
Explanations of foreign words in the poem:
Japanese “Tana” means a shelf in English and “bata” is a transformation of “hata” which
means a loom
"weaving with the loom (bata) placed on the shelf (tana)",
One popular Tanabata custom is to write one's wishes on a piece of paper, and hang that
piece of paper on a specially erected bamboo tree, in the hope that the wishes become true.
According to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega,
Yakshas : name of the Kubera’s servant
Meghdootam: Megh (rainy clouds and Dootam means messenger)An epic poem written in
Sanskrit in the year 400 A.D. by the great Indian Bard Kalidas – meaning cloud messenger
Ramgiri ; a hill near Nagpur in Central India
Alka: the name of the city in Himalayan region also known as Alkapuri
Kubera: the God of Wealth in the Hindu mythology
the Amanogawa (River of Heaven),
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Umaga, nakikita kang naglalakad,
Ang kanan mong kamay ay may tangan pang bag.
Ang kaliwang kamay mo'y libro ang hawak
Ngunit sa daan kilalaka ng lahat.
Ika'y guro; Sagisag ng kasipagan!
Ang tangan mo lagi, kung 'di nila alam,
Ay ang susi mong kung tawagi'y lesson plan.
Sa aga ng pasok mo, Ika'y huwaran!
Tanghali, akala nila ika'y hibang;
Hapo at gutom na ngunit nangangaral.
Ang totoo, nagreremedial class ka Ma'am!
Sino ka ba? Ika'y dakila't marangal!
Hapon, ika'y 'di man pansin ng lipunan,
Subalit kapiling mo'y mga upuan;
Habang ang pluma mo'y pinagsasalitang
"Bukas, bata ito ang matututunan!".
Ilog na hindi natutuyo ang agos,
Pinagtularan sa biyaya ng Diyos;
Malinaw na tubig na dumadausdos,
Bumubukal at hindi nga nauubos.
Huwag wawasakin ang likas na yaman,
Kapalit ng walang habas na minahan;
Kapag nagalit ang nasa kalangitan,
Magdudulot ito ng kapahamakan.
Pagputol ng puno sa bundok at gubat,
Ang mga pagbaha ay ito ang ugat;
Pagguho ng lupa'y huwag ikagulat,
Dahil ang daigdig ay batbat ng lamat.
Dapat nating mahalin ang mga sapa,
Upang makinabang ang matanda't bata;
Magkaisa tayo't huwag magpabaya,
Maging Pilipino ka man o banyaga.
Tagtuyot man ay dumating at kumilos,
Ay hindi ka maliligalig na lubos,
Magandang dako na dapat mong matalos,
Ilog na hindi natutuyo ang agos.
This world was green like Amazon forests,
Today like the Red Sea,
The old bata system replaced money,
The lifeless paper notes called smart cards for help,
Credit cards every where exceeding heads,,
Carrying a card in the wallet now a fashion,
In instances it's a cushion,
Don't wait till the pay day,
Any day is pay day,
Swapping is pleasure like scratching wounds,
Weeping on payment alarming sounds,
Credit card is a pickpocket but to own pockets,
Debt is now a must but not to disgust!
I trace my existence back to
Iye mwen N’ogie (My great Mother).
You see when I was but a foetus
In a womb of the *****sapien whom I will
Later call my mother.
I lay brooding, developing and
Metamorphosing in structures just as the
Creator had designed it.
Though she knew me not
She loved me with every fibre of her beign,
She protected and nourished me,
I felt her love in many ways I can not now expound.
Her very heart beat made sweet rythmical
Music with mine,in syncronyms and
Symphonies that I would love to hear again.
And when I came into this world of
Tragedy,turmoil and poverty,
She raised me as a child with prodigy,
Even when my voice was naive to this
New world I was yet to know,
Her love for her child sprung out
The very first word from my soul,
MAMA, I had said sub consciously.
In return she cuddled me and called me
Her own TATA,everything I had
She got me, including my very first BATA,
L’are ovbimwen,ohanvben gbue ah?
( Come my dear child,are you hungry)
She would ask me.
Even when there was nothing left.
She had sold off all her belongings
Until I was all she had left,
She provided all my needs, so I won’t
Go into theft, even before papa left …
She is my love,my friend,my all,
My alarm clock, she slept late and woke up
Early to go ‘look for what I’d eat’.
Iye n’ ma gio ohanvben gb’ Omo.
(The mother who never let her child starve)
If they were times I made her cry,
Now I regret it.
But her love for her child is unending.
The type of love God shewed the Israeli people …
As time pass, we had a certain visitor,
One,who humans never welcome in their
Dwelling place.
He came and changed
Every thing like a deadly hurricane …
Iye had no strength left in her to fight him off…
So she gave up the struggle,it was her time.
As she closed her eyes in death.
I could hear her voice saying,
‘Ovbimwen e ghi vie m’ha miegbe’.
(My child do not cry,we shall meet again).
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B Praize
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Pa Shakespeare (GHOPS)
Happy Birthday Prayze ?? ??
Tanabata
Look at the 1st quarter moon of the 7th
Day of the 7th month in the naked sky.
There! The two stars Vega and Altair
Blinded by love like Yaksha & his beloved
In the Bard Kalidas’s epic poem Meghdootam.
Vega neglecting her weaving and
Altair allowed the cows to stray.
So did lovelorn Yaksha in his duties to Kubera.
Dereliction in each case infuriated the kings.
Vega and Altair separated by the Milky Way
And Yaksha from Alkapuri in the Himalayas to Ramgiri.
Yaksha expurgated by separation for a year.
Vega succeeded in arousing the sympathy
Was allowed to meet Altair once in a year
Provided no rain on the eve of seventh
To unite in the milky way-Scorpion region
On the bank of Amanogawa river.
Prospero proved wiser expiating Ferdinand
By his log bearing as ‘trials of thy love’.
Reducing Miranda as ‘rich gift’ or ‘acquisition’
Forever as compensation to Ferdinand’s pains?
Third place winner in
Contest: Your best Poem
==============================
Explanations of foreign words in the poem:
Japanese “Tana” means a shelf in English and “bata” is a transformation of “hata” which
means a loom
"weaving with the loom (bata) placed on the shelf (tana)",
One popular Tanabata custom is to write one's wishes on a piece of paper, and hang that
piece of paper on a specially erected bamboo tree, in the hope that the wishes become true.
According to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega,
Yakshas : name of the Kubera’s servant
Meghdootam: Megh (rainy clouds and Dootam means messenger)An epic poem written in
Sanskrit in the year 400 A.D. by the great Indian Bard Kalidas – meaning cloud messenger
Ramgiri ; a hill near Nagpur in Central India
Alka: the name of the city in Himalayan region also known as Alkapuri
Kubera: the God of Wealth in the Hindu mythology
the Amanogawa (River of Heaven),
Prospero, Ferdinand and Miranda- the character in Shakespeare’s The Tempest.
Tala tala jhardaichu
Jimdai bhayera pani mardaichu
Aafnu jindagi bada
Mo nai alik sardaichu
Kati din pachi ta manche le malie
thukkcha
Tei apman bata bachnu mo jasto
lukcha
Tara je sukai pani hos
Yo sabai le mero mutu dhukcha
Tara j sukai pani hos mo hardina
Maile kosaile pani manparos mo
telai tardina
Ani Jo sukai le malie chot pugaos
Mo telai kahile mardina mardina
Its a blurred image of my wish
So deeply buried I wish it resurrects as fast
From those thorns of impracticalities my bones fears to tend
When shall that day be, real, true
A song above the cries of the "Bata" drums, to shout joy
For my birth into a courage, that I lost all this age
Oh Sovi Agbade, god of the thunderous laughter's
Let it flow into my heart and punish my weak ego
Now!
Yes, from the olden stocks, i am born
Risen to the call of the dawn criers ogene
That calls me to tend the land, for the seasons seeds of sweats
Aye! I shall respond and on guard long before
This day of this age
To claim my lost glory, from the drown fate
My trampled destiny, today we part communion
For my new image awaits at the outskirt.
Now!
On a strange land
landed alone,
I was baffled and surprised
stepped slowly,
worry about settling
But this charming land,
Soon all myths dispelled
felt comfortable and rested on her lap
soft and supple
Hugging and clapping, whatever I do,
I feel that every moment is mine.
The music is in the breeze, and the winds sing their songs
Blessings fall from the sky as snow, white and bright
Apples, berries, and plums are everywhere,
It gives all that human desires,
Rain, snow, and summer have their grace
More colours than a rainbow clasp
Whether in the moonlight or sunshine, day or night, love and blessings are showered all around.
learned and loved the Bata life,
People around filled with fun and frolic wherever I find,
I express my gratitude whenever I realize,
I Can fly like a bird and rain like the clouds
I can feel the freedom and embrace the beautiful nature,
Whenever I go for a walk in a lonely night,
I sit on a bench at the riverside,
the river bubbling sound, the blowing leaves of the branches
The gush of wind is always there under the moonlight
It's dark but fills my heart with light
it gives me a walk to remember for a lifetime.
The enchanting land away from the motherland
It gives me peace, calm, and cool shades.
be here, feel it, and do you know what people call it
It is a beautiful Czech.