Best Bola Poems
Bola de nieve
Triste boriken
Esperanza de tu
Regreso
De mar y cielo
Mi gente con Dios
Las palmas te
Llaman
Mi musica te canta
A tus playas tan divinas
Los altos del campo
Tamarindo chula
Caminos solo para ti
Nuestro amor
Tomando cafecito *****
Y sonando bajo sombra
De un pino
Bola de nieve
Recuerdos al pasado
En mi cielo de amor
Mi Dulce color
Una epoca en Los
Ayeres de hoy
Volveremos Otra vez
A mi Rincon
Mi India Borincana
Los bohios
De mi gente
Mi familia
Mi Puerto Rico
Tierra Mia..
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A.camacho jr.
1996-2015
As Ecowas sanctioned Niger,
some neighbour countries members
of Ecowas opposed those sanctions
on their African brothers and sisters
which are useless.
current president of Burkinafaso "
the very young president on the planet "
sent three hundred trucks of foods
and other things, escorted by his military
to Niger's capital city
"Niamey" for the needy.
many African young leaders appreciated
his major contributions according to his capacity ,
showing good heart and patriotic spirit.
Many young African leaders know that
power does not mean to control people
but the happiness of helping them
Which is " Ubuntu Philosophy"
Many Africans are so happy to see how courageous people of Niger continue standing for their rights.
President of Mali warned Ecowas not to enter Niger ,
if they declare to fight the new government of Niger,
he will attack Nigeria and put to power
the rightful candidate who won the election.
All the members of Ecowas
who rejected the decisions to sanction Niger
are deciding to fight Nigeria whenever
president Bola Ahmed Tinubu will declare
war against Niger.
It seems as young African military presidents
are standing to finish neo - colonisation
and majority selfish old presidents
continue allying with the colonists
August 27/2023
If my behaviour is rude or objectionable.
What I need to learn to make it sustainable?
I studied surrealism and swathe me susceptible,
To concrete relations to develop surmountable,
But I temporize to learn your surreptitious gamble.
Then your religion adopted me a non religious,
And treated a birth distortion in human factitious,
Factotum a fait accompli not identifiable crush,
My soul is evil not a body needs purification by hydrous.
My kindness and forgiveness converted me a feeble.
But hypertension shows me your hygienic hyperbola,
To curse my appetite not your spare to gain Lola,
You feel cold and hot and used me to assemble cola,
How can I excuse my children remember your Bola?
PAW PAW ADAGE OF LIFE.
I know this fruit
I know its old nursery rhyme
I love its taste so sweet
The softness and sweetness align
But where thou grow makes me wonder
In bola thou stand amidst dirt
Cheered by smells and empty nylons
There you stand so tall and with ripe fruits
Thou sweetness is like Cummings
Your surrender on the mouth like a soft romance
Your taste on the lips sweet like a lovely kiss
Your watery body make my mouth wet
While my tongue leak up your juice
As it gives a slippery passage
For your easy sliding into my waiting stomach.
This I know I for sure
A star can shine in the dark sky
When nature unlucks its features
From nowhere a man shines.
Es oficial!!!!!!!
Se busca a cupido por criminal
es acusado de homicidio en el primer grado
con una flecha envenenada me ha disparado
me engaño, me hizo creer que todo estaria bien
ahora puedo sentir el dolor brotar por los poros de mi piel
espero que pronto la justicia lo encuentre
para que ya deje de lastimar a toda esta gente
no es que no crea en el amor pues se que existe
pero a veces el dolor hasta de amor se viste
y cuando lo encuentren seré el primero en testificar
frente a un jurado que cupido realmente no sabe amar
que me ha defraudo y me flechó con penas y dolor
y que de tristeza él llenó todo mi corazon
y cuando se llege el dia de su condena
estaré presente para ver como el juez ordena
que sea ejecutado a cadena perpetua
y ver como en el centro de su ser lo injectan
y espero que en ese momento él sienta lo que yo senti
cuando aquel supuesto amor de mi lado vi partir
asi que espero pronto encuentren a este impostor
se dice llamar "cupido" pero solo es un estafador
se jacta de traer amor a las vidas de las personas
luego te flecha con sentimientos que te hacen bola
y terminas peor que como comenzastes
y de tu vida él hace un completo desastre!!
A long spine of asphalt, sizzling black
The macka back cart rumbling
On the morning nerve, herring sprat
Is high life some days in this place
Across the street the bakery
Up the street the parrot teaching me to curse
The hollow determination in any face
For we were all connected by a common shame
The sense that here was the bottom
And our pain was those on top of us
And zinc fences surrounding us
In the prison of our dream.
I was the child at the back of the crowd
After the evening prayers
And the rush for freedom
From the classroom corals that punished our desire
To find our own direction amidst the squall
Of trickery and gun fire ...
I was the child like a raggamuffin on the street
The distractor so my friends could cheat
Mr Bola of his dumplings
My pocket tell the truth of grease in them
I was the child stoning the mango trees
And then close to my gate ... drop back, boy
Behold, out of me a muted lamb appear
I remember, Mrs Donaldson, Byfield
And the tall wall, high as the East Indian tree
I remember Scott, Penley
The girl who almost stole my virginity
And long not now my inocense to keep
What joy for it I could have reaped
But I had neither asphalt nor concrete
Not backbone
Not knowledge of self, no longing for a me
While England's song I hummed those days
And mother's voice was my leash.
I could break on law
Without my brother's raw anger, the basket of his pride
The tamarind switch, my burning skin
The street at noonday filled with din
Firm as a cross
And I wandering it bewitched and lost.
What the world
Thinks a woman is?
That's her 'reputation'.
Sadly,
It's often based
On false accusation,
Prejudice and supposition.
Upon further investigation
What's been found,
She really is?
That's her 'character'.
For its her heart's
Attunement and intention,
That truly matter.
(Hence, the question.)
At any rate
Though it is fate,
Which presents
Her circumstances,
Love still requires
That a woman
Take her chances,
To determine her character.
In that way
The seeds of
Her wisdom will scatter.
If here and now
She were to somehow,
Receive an unexpected
And sudden impact,
How would she react?
How would she respond?
If the truth be known,
Character is a diamond
That scratches a little,
Every other stone.
Yet never
Has there been
A magic wand,
Rock or crystal
More powerful
Than a woman's
Strong backbone.
We each need
A mind and will
Of our own,
To fulfill.
Character
Is a victory,
Not a gift.
Underneath the mystery
Lies the lesson
To uplift.
Character,
As a kettle
Once mended,
Always requires repairs.
Sin,
As a bad habit
Once transcended,
Always requires prayers.
Like the story goes,
A person shows
What she is;
By what she does
With what she has,
Not by whom
She knows.
Self-determinism
Is fine but needs
To be tempered
With self-control.
Misfortune will
Usually decline wherever
Soul recognition
Becomes
The ultimate goal.
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Wisdom Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 12May'12)
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Meri soch nu padle dil kehnda
Lakh duri sajna per tuhi mrre
vich
rehnda
MAi hasdi bus nal
Tere khamoshi na dil sehnda
Tu mra sab kuj ve sajna
Kyu barr menu eh kehna
penda
Tre nal mai jeundi aa na tu
mre vich
khon ban vehnda
Lyf tere nl he meri jaan tera
na
japda dill rehda
I love uh so much keh skun
milda
jaan sun dil has penda
Tre nal ek pal b na bola
Mar mar nilkle o pal mra
Tu beshak mre bin reh sakda
Dil mra duri na sehnda
Meri soch nu padlr dil kehnda
Hamary bary my zamana baty karta hai
Bola do hum ko wo kahti hai
Nahi chahti k badnam ho donu Zamany my
Ab tor do yah rishta Wo kahti hai
Na milay ga koi dunya mu tyry jysa
Rakho gi hamysha yad tum ko wo kahti hai
Dyty howy khatt wo ro rahi thi
Yad kar k tumhy muskaraw gi wo kahti hai
Khatt b ro raha tha lafzoo ko dakh kar
Us k akhar my sada muskaraw wo kahti hai
Ab is zindagi ka my kya karo
Marny ka sochu to AMAR us ke ik bat yad ati hai
Jina sirf myry lia wo kahti hai
Great people have one desirable quality~~
humility.
You won't find them looking
to be 'top dog'.
They are already accomplished,
and fully know just that.
They do not run panting feverishly to be
ahead of the pack.
Somehow the winds of the seas,
are the sails at their backs!
I've noticed how they move through
life so effortlessly!
Whether it was Buckminster Fuller or the
leader of the Tibet.
Or the late John Denver, or the great,
famed, late Brazilian, guitarist, Bola Sete!
When I met them, all had that one ineffable
quality.....humility.
Plus a love for all humanity emblazoned on
their hearts.
It's the insignificant, boastful others!
Jabbering or writing endlessly just
to gain a stand on life's soapbox.
And the worst, those who demand
my adulation.
How ridiculous these mice look
next to men of accomplishment!
May I always measure any of
my minuscule successes, to men
or women free of false pride.
As one of my highly accomplished
comedian friends, surprisingly said
to me:
"None of my success is my doing!
It's all due to the man upstairs!"
October 3, 2019
the subtle union in the knot,
used by sailors since time forgot,
a bowler knot, says my dad, says he,
bowline thinks me all at sea,
the no slip knot, tied horse, he got,
and still gets tied by me.
dinna choke the horse you see...
If a horse pulled back in fright,
he got strangled by a rope, did he,
knot that slipped, death could follow...
too bloody right...
"forget the knots" thanks Joe Maverick
Don Johnson
O Sonho
As pessoas não sabem que o sonho
é a vida
que dá vida
tão concreta e definida
como outra coisa qualquer,
como estas maritacas que gritam
em bebedeiras de verde.
As pessoas não sabem
que o sonho
é vinho, é batom, é fermento,
bichinho de focinho pontiagudo,
que fossa através de tudo
num perpétuo movimento.
As pessoas não sabem
que o sonho
é tela, é cor, é pincel,
base, fuste, vitral,
contraponto,
sinfonia,
máscara grega, magia,
que é mapa do mundo distante,
rosa-dos-ventos
que é Cabo da Boa Esperança!
As pessoas não sabem
nem sonham,
que o sonho comanda a vida.
As pessoas não sabem
Que sempre que uma pessoa sonha
o mundo pula e avança
como bola colorida
entre as mãos de uma criança.
Sonhe hoje,
Sonhe sempre.
So oft' he used to pass my way, and
merrily nod and pass the time of day
with a polite lift of his tall bola-hat
then he'd wander off again
His stature was somewhat portly
yet his nature charming just the same
I knew him to be a gentleman
with hat and gloves and cane.
One day he stopped and bowed so low
twas' not an empty gesture
for he became a suitor and I his wife
and he passes by no longer.
(Inspector General Of Police Bola)
Ldky ko marwa dain gay
Supari Sabruka
Teka bhi lagwa dain gay
Supari Sabruka
Galla bhi dabwa dain gay
Supari Sabruka
Fire bhi marwa dain gay
Supari sabruka...
Sonho comanda a vida
O sonho
é uma constante da vida
tão concreta e definida
como outra coisa qualquer.
O sonho
é batom,
é espuma, é fermento,
bichinho de focinho pontudo,
que fossa através de tudo
num perpétuo movimento.
O sonho
é paleta, é cor,
é pincel,
é base,
máscara,
é mate
magia,
é Cabo da Boa Esperança!
saiba, sonhe,
que o sonho comanda a vida.
Que sempre que uma pessoa sonha
o mundo pula e avança
como bola colorida
entre as mãos de uma criança.