Best Cote Poems
Chocolate Indulgences (20150129)
If I really had no choice but to divulge,
In mountains of chocolate I would indulge.
I'm not just taking about Snickers,
Reese's peanut butter cups, Butterfingers,
Or other grocery store sweeties.
I'm talking about the expensive stuff, most from oversea:
Fruit and nut bars from British Cadbury,
Milk molasses chips from local Mrs. See's,
Fudge Easter Eggs from domestic Helen Grace,
Belgian praline Sea Shells from Leonidas,
Belgian Cote D'Or bouche pralines,
And from Germany's Ritter Sport--EVERYTHING!
Wallowing in glorious chocolate, I'd be so pathetic,
If not for the fact, that I'm a diabetic.
Wo P[(3)] Ny[(3)] H(c)! (1)
You, who forever will be so much bigger than just me,
Now our word 'Bigger' seems to beggar human greatest minds!
If YOU seemed just a star? (that man can hardly see) reminds
Of new GALACTIC form, where galaxies, not stars, the norm!
Your infinite dimensions shield us though from what intentions yield.
No human eye sees all! How grok your depths since we so small?
INFINITY that small infinities may hope to be when grown,
And yet somehow You show your care and listen to our moan,
We might by Grace enjoin your will; our praises have some value still,
Our egos serve (without our guile) most days to make our Father smile!
Brian Johnston
20th of June 2018
Poet's Notes:
(1) Translation: "Thy Will Be Done!"
'Brackets' in the title mean non-capital letters should get used. A 'Parenthesis' in the title means that a mirror image 'of a letter shown' gets used in the "Twi" language. Thus, may you get a picture of the written word.
Borrowed from Wikipedia: Twi (pronounced [t??i], or Akan Kasa) is a dialect of the Akan language spoken in southern and central Ghana by about 6–9 million Ashanti people as a first and second language. Twi is a common name for two former literary dialects of the Akan language; Asante (Ashanti) and Akuapem, which are mutually understandable. There are about 9 million Twi speakers, mainly originating from the Ashanti Region and about a total of 17–18 million Ghanaians as either first or second languages. Akuapem Twi was the first Akan dialect to be used for Bible translation and became the prestige dialect as a result. The Southeastern people of Cote D'Ivoire also speak it.
Oh sweet, sweet anonymity
Through the pressing crowds you’re calling me
Along the streets in city parks
Your presence waits by day or dark.
Just as the judge is passing law
As in so many times before
On parking offence or minor crime
On occasion a case that makes a national headline
The same hand takes the tea maid’s cup
Or swings a club on the Sunday golf match
As famous singers walk the stage
Of what matter is its matter made?
Plywood sheet or glass laminate
The "greatest moments" are a blip
On lifetimes stage where fortune sits
As greater life is lived unsung
Of no recorded note or age
A bar to life’s great tearing pace.
Yes,, somewhere waits for you and me
That sweet sweet anonymity.
A girl with hair like golden down
Is smiling in a country town
Her eyes are soft, her spirit strong
She knows truth, love and easy songs.
She makes up a house where people meet
And lives are crossed so bitter sweet
From kindergarten to university
She sees continuity
And containment of the life she loves
White picket fence and a cote of turtle doves.
© Joe Maverick 26-07-2010
“Cambodia is
Cambodia but not really
Cambodia.”
That’s what some say
As the years roll on
Forty years or so since Pol Pot and his pals posted
‘Year 0”,
Sent the whole thing to the wash,
And it came out
Red.
So now I recline on
Sun built beaches
Night into Day
Sandwiched between gaggles of
I-pod armed youth
Just escaped from a
Lifelong sentence,
At least for a summer,
Dazzling at spectacle like
Fire girls twirling Prometheus though
Black holes in moonlit nights
Starless
Sipping
50 cent beer
While the unmistakable drift of
Marijuana
And Xanadu
Sifts my senses into
Now.
While on the hill
There lies a Frenchman,
Freshly stabbed,
Epee-like
By a speed crazed barmaid
On a pockmarked lane where
Money meets desire
In the still born heat
Of an Asian night
Falling.
.
Which makes me reconnoiter
Deadwood and Dodge
Earp and James
When law went desperate
Beneath a hangman’s noose
And the certain pall
Of afternoon death lay
Reeling
In the century or so since
The requiem.
But can this be their
Cote d’Azur as
Newly dubbed Khmer warriors like
Sable Palms
Surge skywards beside the
Sensual rhythm of
Casuarina trees
Purging the past to conjure
Bygone glory a
Millennium or so ago
At a place just up the road named
Angkor Wat
Soon to be renamed
Disneyland Cambodia?
Jeff Troyer (2009)
Quand le jour se levera, la lumiere eclaira
la bonte divine nous reviendra et l'amour s'eclatera dans nous
voila les chemins menant de partout
les passagers et les amis de la mort sont la
les gardiens de la volonte les guident.
Quand la terreur reignera, le jour deviendra tout noir
la paix prendra la fuite, la vie nous quittera
l'amour disparaitra sous nos yeux
moi voila que le corps de mon corps me quitte.
Je deteste ma vie, voila que je l'ai toujours fait
mon ame est en route de demenagement
j'ai toujours voulu connaitre mon existence
mais le temps m'a toujours empeche de le connaitre
pauvre moi, j'ai la foi et la volonte mais la force me manque.
J'ai la chaleur dans moi et la honte dans mon coeur
mon ame et mon corps me brillent
j'ai la sensation d'une petite etre, sur cette enorme terre
ma vie est en danger, je l'ai voulu et voila que je l'ai perdu
je l'ai manque et je suis dans le desespoir.
Mon coeur me lache, la vie me blesse, me deteste et m'humiliee
la terreur me guide, mes pieds sont devenus des bois et la terre du feu
ca me chauffe sans arret
je suis dans le noir, le tenebre qui m'entoure ne me donne pas pause
il me guide chaque jour et m'oblige a tout donne
je laisse tout et je pese sur coeur.
La meilleur facon de mes meilleurs moments, me faite et me creee la honte
parmis ceux qui etaient les mien
ca me chauffe, ca me fait mal
la honte me reclame
j'ai la jeunesse sous mes yeux mais je touche la vieillesse
je jaunie comme les bananes de mes enceintres
je reflechi mais ma memoire est deja si fatigue
mon coeur est fache contre moi, il me quitte sans pitie
je reste avec un trou enorme dans ma poitrine.
Le gout de mes levres est deja amer
j'ai la poesie au bout de ma langue et la justice sous mes levres
la colere des dieux me reclame, le pouvoir des mien est indesirable
je ne suis plus moi meme, lorsque je n'entend plus ce petit voix dans moi
qui m'indique le chemin et me montre le beau cote des choses.
La terreur des dieux est tout pres
ca fait honte de mandier celui que t'as neglige et blesse dura ton existence
mon coeur est en larme, c'est quoi d'abord vivre?
la puissance de la nuit nous tombe dessus, oui, toi et moi
nous allons pleures, cries et mourir de peur
le jour du jugement est la!
Ross holidayed as a kid once at Center Parcs,
Where he first played the sport of table tennis,
And he loved it so much ‘cos he was so good,
That a member of staff remarked on his ability.
He was successful, ranking in the world top ten,
But later, in 2011 he was genetically diagnosed,
With multiple epiphyseal dysplasia of the bones,
And was glad to be welcome in disability sport.
He was the youngest table tennis team member,
At the London Paralympics where he came fourth,
In the singles, so he did well considering his age,
‘Cos his inexperience didn't hinder or scare him.
In the team contests at these joyous 2012 Games,
Ross and Aaron McKibbin won the bronze medal,
Which ranked him as No. 2 on the worldwide scale,
But he then got a shoulder injury which he nursed.
2014 and Ross took the gold in the International,
At the Cote d’Azur, so 2015 saw him take silvers,
In Hungary and Italy, but then he was injured again,
In his knee, elbow and he strained back muscles.
However, at the Lignano Master Open in Italy, 2016,
Ross won with teammates a bronze, so in Rio grand,
He took another bronze with the team. He’s a fighter,
Born on 5th June 1995 in Minster and trains Sheffield.
Ashley best describes himself as,
Cheeky, funny and also happy as,
He’s a student at South Bank Uni,
Of sports coaching in London city.
He is a very keen table tennis player,
Started playing in primary, 7th year,
And just missed out on London 2012,
But was at Rio 2016 with his helve.
2013 and Ashley won many bronzes:
Italy, Hungary and had Czech ounces;
So in 2014 Ashley won UK nationally,
In class 8-9 singles, phenomenally.
Then breakthrough: Slovenian Open.
In the team event, you’re no token,
And at the Cote d’Azur International,
Ashley won 2 bronzes medals brutal.
In 2015 he won in the team events,
Had Italian, HU, CZ and DE tents,
And in Denmark reached the quarters,
At the European Champs, garters.
In Copa, Costa Rica, in the singles,
He took silver in swift class 9 jingles,
And in Rio made the quarters, team,
With K Daybell. He’s Erbs palsy lean.
“Anything can be achieved if you set your mind to it.”
Kim was born with the rare disease Poland’s syndrome,
Which means that he has abnormal or missing muscles,
On the left side of his chest wall, but surgery did tone.
A student of Medicine and Surgery at Leeds University,
He was a proud junior, the Under-13 level World No. 2,
In the sport of table tennis, ‘cos it's speed and closeness,
Instantly excited him when he tried it at nine, it had hue.
He made his international debut in 2008 at age sixteen,
And won lots of gold medals, came fourth at the Euros,
In 2011, which took him onto the London Paralympics,
Which are set in him as his epic, life-changing clothes.
So at the Slovenia Open in 2013, Kim won the bronze,
And then at the European Championships in the singles,
He made the quarter finals, but then at the Belgian Open,
He took the gold in the class 10 of the singles with ingles.
2014 saw him win a silver at the Slovenian Open again,
And then when he travelled to the Cote d’Azur to compete,
In their International, Kim consolidated his choice talent,
By stylishly taking the gold in the singles, a victory sweet.
Kim took a year off his studies in 2015 to prepare for Rio,
And in 2016 at Italy’s Lignano Master Open, determiner,
He secured a bronze in the singles, so Rio was certain,
There he reached the singles, team quarters: a winner.
There was a little girl in a coat.
Singing in a lonely boat
A bird was attracted to her bread,
And the girl smiled and said,
"I shall build you a little cote."
Sur la plage in France,
I thought I'd found romance,
My olive skinned beauty with cascading hair,
Smiling so sweetly, I tried not to stare,
Her body was bare but for a peach thong,
I was there naked, she saw nothing wrong,
We spoke in a broken half-French, word by word,
But thoughts unspoken were louder still heard,
I said 'I'm Nick' and she said 'I'm Celeste',
Oh Celeste, as you rubbed sun oil onto my chest,
Your eyes they were burning, they encaptured me,
More sparkling, more blue, than the Cote D'Azur sea,
I longed for your neck to feel my kisses sweet,
So I looked at you not as I massaged your feet,
Our chaste romance ended before it began,
Your boyfriend returned and I cowardly ran.
Ain't You Demure....Challenge
She rode in on a buckskin mare,
Tied up at Cote D'Zur
She sat down by a young cowboy -
He said "Ain't you demure."
She said,"My husband says 'lissome'-
And I prefer that tone."
He said," You're prob'ly cenosure,
But now you're all alone."
"I know you're tryin' for glamour -
You was an ingenue -
But there ain't no panacea
Just say what you can say."
Well, this went on for 'bout an hour -
Could be sempiternal.
The buckskin mare was gettin' bored
The heat was infernal.
The lather on the horses coat
Changed the buckskin's tone
It was downright chatoyant
As if some rare gemstone
And just then the husband walked in
As angry as he looked
What he did was ineffable
That cowboy's goose was cooked.
Well, she cooed and purred to calm him down
And whispered in his ear.
Her voice was downright mellifluous,
"Please let's get out of here."
May 12, 2016
The Silent One's Challenge
The erudite and the Bible
And then it was Friday and I had tried to keep my promise
of writing no more, as it is a waste of time, there are so
many other interesting things to do, to be member of a literary
group, have interesting talk about this and that drink cheap red
wine and walk home hammered. It was sad to see how much
Christopher Hitchens deteriorated when whisky took hold
And he and he preferred to talk about religion which is and easy
subject since everyone like to mock religion these days.
But we should respect those ones fearful who need a stern God .
From early childhood I thought the bible as a fairytale book with
Bad kings, brutal soldiers a few good guys who tried to do good.
I liked to read about Jesus but didn’t believe in his resurrection,
I think him and Maria Magdalene, with help of friends, sailed to
Cote Azure where she became a seamstress and he a carpenter
Who delighted the children with his tale? But he never said he was
Son of God, he had promised Maria to stay clear of that subject.
The Jews use the Old Testament and the Muslims the Koran, that
is ok, I only wish they would tone down the language a bit, make their
bible more like the Brother Grimm’s fairytales
Quick, Quick, Point's Camp, .... Sound's Might;
Every Victories, .... Prize!
Scoring's Field's, Long Feat's Rhyme;
Cote, Blue Ash, .... Countryside!
je n'ai pas choisi mon nom
ma couleur ou ma religion
je n'ai pas choisi le liban
ni d'etre arriver dans ce temps
cependant mes amis
je vais choisr ma vie
il ne me reste plus beaucoup de temps
profitons encore des moments restant
meme les choses arrivent a leur fin
et rencontrent la mort a la fin du chemin
ceci est notre destin
alors pour cela profitons de demain
je veux etre heureux avec ce que la vie me donne
je vais rencontrer de nouveaux amis et de bonne personnes
je veux rencontrer mon ange gardien qui restera a mes cotes
je veux rencontrer l'etre qui restera pres de moi pendant leternite
peut etre il ne faut pas rever
car cette personne ne peut pas exister
cependant je sais qu'elle m'attend
je la chercherai tant que je suis vivant
avec mes experiences je grandirai
je devienrai un homme qui pourra tout affronter
je serai toujours la
pour les gens qui ont besoin de moi
ne t'inquiete pas
je ne disparaitra pas
quand tu voudras me parler
tu n'aura qu'a me contacter
je ne te laisserai jamais
et ceci restera la verite
peut etre on se rencontrera une autre fois
et que peut etre cette fois je pourrai etre a cote de toi
je ne sais pas si nos chemins vont se rencontrer
peut etre serait-ce la chance ou notre destinee
crois moi je ne t'oubierai pas
dans mon coeur tu resteras
si jamais je pourrai etre pres de toi
fais moi signe ne m'oublie pas
ton sourire est ce qu'il ya de plus beau
je ne peux pas te decrire avec des simples mots
ton bonheur est plus important que tout
avec tes yeux dores et ton regard aussi doux
sur ces mots je te dis a bientot
car non ce n'est pas la fin de notre histoire
meme si je sais que c'est impossible
tant qu'il ya de la vie, il ya de lespoir
Ne t’inquiète pas, un jour tu les retrouveras
Ceux qui nous ont quitté et qui ne sont plus la
Dis-toi que tu as gagné un ange gardien
Qui te protège dans cet environnement incertain
Ne verse plus des larmes de tristesse
Ça ne sert à rien de pleurer sans cesse
Pense qu’ils sont au paradis
Et qu'ils vivent une vie sans problème ni soucis
Je pense à toi chaque jour
En me rappelant ton affection et ton amour
Veille bien sur moi car j'ai besoin de toi
Je ne pourrai pas continuer sans toi
Transmets ton bonheur et ta joie
De mon cote je vais continuer ma vie an
Profitant de ces joies et de ces folies