Best Dado Poems
BELTAINE AT SUNRISE
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.
If I could welcome May in all her bliss,
the window into summer's melting kiss,
I'd know the greatest joy, though for a while,
and die among the gods, for only this.
If I could open summer, and her pain,
each ray of sunlight fair, each drop of rain,
each courting dove, each flit of butterflies
each welcoming of death, that ends all pain.
If I could capture Beltaine at sunrise,
'twould shine much like the light there in your eyes...
.BELTAINE AL AMANECER
Si podría recolectar para usted, florece favorablemente, el primer
del verano, los deslizan en su pelo, para encenderse la cara, el
temblor de su sonrisa, cuánto en amor sería en cuál hay.
Si podría dar la bienvenida a mayo en toda su dicha, la ventana en el
beso que derrite del verano, sabría la alegría más grande, aunque
por un rato, y el dado entre los dioses, para solamente esto.
Si podría abrir verano, y su dolor, cada rayo de la feria de la luz
del sol, cada gota de la lluvia, cada paloma que corteja, cada
revoloteo de mariposas el cada dar la bienvenida de la muerte, que
termina todo el dolor.
Si podría capturar Beltaine en la salida del sol, ' brillo del twould
como la luz allí en sus ojos.
© ron arbuthnot wilson
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
dado, beauty,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Nunca antes le daras cavida
Entre manos el oro se hace sal y agua
Mientras una luna de bendiciones
Amanece el ser de maldicion
Quemando los poros de nuestras virtudes
Sera el final en llamas?
Que sera de nuestra proxima generacion de ereditarios
Ante una presencia que restricciones y modelos de destruccion
No es mi forma de ver la agonizacion de mis hermanos
Solo e visto la sangre que derramamos
Ante una bandera como cualquier otra
He visto de muerte a triunfos
No represento ante el mundo
Pero e sabido dar cara al futuro
Con enfermedades y pesadillas
Con orgullo y descaque
No es mi ser el que camina ante la arrogancia ofrecida
Pero aun e dado mis manos al futuro
No es destino el que dejo mis alma
De ser un dios ante un mundo
Menos se de que es vivir con fortuna
Desde joven conozco trabajo, sudor y agonia
Amor muerto ante la duda
Como enterrado ante el destino
Quien sere en un futuro?
Muchas cosas quedan en mi por descubrir
Le pederia a mi propia bandera
Represantame sin sangre y hazme orgulloso
Pero en la ironia que yo debo hacer mi bandera radiante
Quebranto mi deseo ante la duda de poder moverme
No es orgullo en muchos casos
Menos tentacion al fracaso
Tal vez solo pierdo poco de mi ser
Ante mi caida en el pasado
Sin ojos puedo dar de comer
Sin manos doy de mi ser
Sin dios quebranto mi ser
Ante el futuro
Que solo tu y yo tenemos en manos.
Categories:
dado, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
BELTAINE (English and
Spanish Translation)
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.
If I could welcome May in all her bliss,
the window into summer's melting kiss,
I'd know the greatest joy, though for a while,
and die among the gods, for only this.
If I could open summer, and her pain,
each ray of sunlight fair, each drop of rain,
each courting dove, each flit of butterflies
each welcoming of death, that ends all pain.
If I could capture Beltaine at sunrise,
'twould shine much like the light there in your eyes...
.BELTAINE
Si podría recolectar para usted, florece favorablemente, el primer
del verano, los deslizan en su pelo, para encenderse la cara, el
temblor de su sonrisa, cuánto en amor sería en cuál hay.
Si podría dar la bienvenida a mayo en toda su dicha, la ventana en el
beso que derrite del verano, sabría la alegría más grande, aunque
por un rato, y el dado entre los dioses, para solamente esto.
Si podría abrir verano, y su dolor, cada rayo de la feria de la luz
del sol, cada gota de la lluvia, cada paloma que corteja, cada
revoloteo de mariposas el cada dar la bienvenida de la muerte, que
termina todo el dolor.
Si podría capturar Beltaine en la salida del sol, ' brillo del twould
como la luz allí en sus ojos.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)
Categories:
dado, black african american, dedication,
Form:
No cantes para mí, vida mía.
No cantes más para mí.
Cuando tu ojo ya no llore,
porque ya no soy,
No cantes para mí, mi amor.
No pienses en mí, querida.
No pienses en mí nunca mas
Cuando sueñas con otro
y mi vida ya no es,
no pienses en mi, mi amor.
No me ames, cielo mia.
Favor, no me ames más.
Te he dado todo
y no tengo más.
No me ames más, mi amor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't sing for me, My Life.
Sing no more for me.
When your eye no longer cries,
because I am no more,
Don't sing for me, My Love.
Don't think about me, Dear.
Do not think about me ever more.
When you dream of another
and my life is no more,
don't think about me, My Love.
Don't love me, My Heaven.
Please don't love me anymore.
I have given you everything
and I have no more.
Don't love me anymore, My Love.
06/08/2021
Categories:
dado, angst, lost love, romance,
Form:
Lyric
BELTAINE AT SUNRISE
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.
If I could welcome May in all her bliss,
the window into summer's melting kiss,
I'd know the greatest joy, though for a while,
and die among the gods, for only this.
If I could open summer, and her pain,
each ray of sunlight fair, each drop of rain,
each courting dove, each flit of butterflies
each welcoming of death, that ends all pain.
If I could capture Beltaine at sunrise,
'twould shine much like the light there in your eyes...
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
.BELTAINE
Si podría recolectar para usted, florece favorablemente, el primer
del verano, los deslizan en su pelo, para encenderse la cara, el
temblor de su sonrisa, cuánto en amor sería en cuál hay.
Si podría dar la bienvenida a mayo en toda su dicha, la ventana en el
beso que derrite del verano, sabría la alegría más grande, aunque
por un rato, y el dado entre los dioses, para solamente esto.
Si podría abrir verano, y su dolor, cada rayo de la feria de la luz
del sol, cada gota de la lluvia, cada paloma que corteja, cada
revoloteo de mariposas el cada dar la bienvenida de la muerte, que
termina todo el dolor.
Si podría capturar Beltaine en la salida del sol, ' brillo del twould
como la luz allí en sus ojos.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
dado, allusion, fantasy,
Form:
Sonnet
Sobre pressão do hip-hop
estou aqui para declarar
a primeira guerra mundial
do amor
o amor que carrego dentro de mim
o amor que vossos barcos de escravatura
partilharam com os meus ancestors
chorando lágrimas de tristeza,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas diabólicas
que atormentam vossos nossos corações
carregando dentro de mim
abuses de raiva
que nem um cão raivoso
ladrando
“Mawe Africa, yaye mother land”
pai meu que estais no céu
santificado são as suas boas obras
que seus herdeiros a destruirão
construindo a torre babilónia
a torre das desgraças tribais
shangweni kalishi shoye, mepya yankweni kutoolamo omatanga.
Ye
ongame ngu omensageiro da verdade
escrevendo
que nem um hip-hop
about the black history
my history
your story
the ******* history
that does not have his own mind
his own country
but deep down under my soul
I have my own mind,
my own culture
and
my own country
sobre pressão do hip-hop
sacrificando a minha caneta
sangrando this sheet mother f… want me dead
ondaninga hano shike ndimone iihuna ngawo
ongame ngu omuthigwa
ndathigwa
procurando por um bem estar
e não um bem ser
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas nojentas
rebentando vossos estômagos
criando digestão
nem se quer podes dar um passo em falso
kabwalala será o seu sofrimento
enquanto estiveres a ler esta plurificação tribal
ngasakidila kabwalala
por teres dado cabo do mulungo
mal dizendo
de um brain washed
that does not believe in one love,
let it be his historical death
let him desaparecer
but before let me say one love one world one destiny
ndishi ndya ngongo let me smoke you
como se foces o cachimbo da paz
o cachimbo da plurificação
que seus consumidores a desrespeitaram,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
kwaku ni
kwaku
usukula.
Categories:
dado, journey,
Form:
ABC
Little Lilly wanted to go, to the playground, to have some fun the other day.
And all the other Trolls wanted to tag along, for it looked like fun, they said.
So we went at dusk, for our first try, so no wee ones, would be anywhere near.
For you know, Trolls can play pretty hard, and I didn’t know, just what to fear.
I quickly found a bench as home base, for those who needed to have a time out.
Anyone who couldn’t play gently, or broke anything, found they’d get the rout.
First the sandbox became a deep, dark hole, from which to pop up, to scare, thereat.
Of course, dodge ball became club ball, so you can guess what happened with that.
King of the Hill was a really big thing, since they are all, the most territorial, by half.
Surprisingly, the slide was all-OK, but trouble came from underneath, as they laughed.
They wanted to exact a toll, of course, in the middle, as you passed above, quite brief.
The merry-go-round made them dizzy, knocking everyone down, in a domino motif.
The Seesaws became a great big catapult… to the other far side of the playground.
The monkey bars! Well, they aren’t monkeys, that’s for darned certain, I expound!
They tripped, fell, and smacked themselves senseless with no ones’ help, I ensure.
It could’ve been climbed much better, if not covered in so much drool, I’m sure.
Swings became broken as they pushed the others, all the way to the moon, oops!
And basketball became a slam-dunk, as unfortunately they didn’t fit in the hoops.
Hop Scotch took coordination, and you have to be able to wait your turn, too…
So, as in tag, they started bumping and fighting, until becoming a crazy piled up dado.
Races started more fights as all wanted to win, and threw everyone out of their way!
Hearing a laugh, I turned around to see Grandpa Troll, was ready to stop the moray.
He stood near the bench, as I stood looking up, amazedly, at what they had done.
Now, there were other benches everywhere, but they were piled high, on a single one.
I’ll never truly understand the brain of a Troll, for them a playground’s just not fun.
And they don’t play gently, and are bigger, than our wee folk, as I had already known.
They spent the night, putting things to right, even better than before they’d been broke.
And I finally took them home, to find OTHER things, designed especially, for OUR folk.
Categories:
dado, adventure, fantasy, funny, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
–What Manner of Love Does-Spanish Verse
¿QUÉ MANERA DE AMOR?¿Qué tipo de amor es?
Es esto..
¿Nos ha dado el Padre a nosotros?
Que debemos ser los Hijos de Dios;
¿Qué clase de amor viene conmigo
abrazando entretenido conmigo al desconocido?
A quien solo tal vez un ángel, un ángel disfrazado ... Qué manera, qué forma de amor es ...
Es el Padre, el Hijo y el Espíritu.
Esto es lo que hace el amor.
Semejante al venado y al forastero;
No recordando nada más que tu
nacimiento y luego la muerte, en tu último aliento;
No queda más que la eternidad en otro lugar.
Que clase de amor es
Solo recuerda que sin él Jesús estarás en peligro.
Dios es amor y ama a sus hijos;
Que clase de amor es El Padre nos otorgó, todo esto nos lo ha dado; Ama y somos sus hijos, su hijo Jesús murió por nosotros;
En la cruz ... qué forma de amor es.
Esta es la manera de lo que hace el amor;
Dios es la respuesta a todo amor y
Siempre debemos creer en un regocijo y quién es esa persona en quien debemos confiar;
Dios el Padre y su Hijo Jesús;
Esta es la forma de amor ...
Qué forma de amor hace;
7/18/19
Spanish TRANSLATION BY James Edward Lee Sr.
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. & arranged music by Jonathan Kabore©2010
For Kabore Praise Music
From Anthology “Johnthan Kabore, Kabore Praise 2”
Categories:
dado, analogy, appreciation, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Lyric
Anna, the prayerful child, has these requests this season to Abba Father:
Bob, her friend-boxer to avoid and never miss a bad dab
Cedec, the street child to attend Camp Mac’s for kids
Dad Dado to be drawn onward the Lord’s will;
Eve, for her series of solos as church’s singer
Filif, as he needs wisdom to judge in the debate on "Borrow or rob"
Gereg to express well his speech entitled “Don’t Harass Sarah”
Hannah for her to be on the top spot in her civic course examination;
Inni, that she be truthful, denying not with “It is I? Is it I?”
Jojoj to invite to Bible study Viv, the diva, avid collector of Scripture items
Kaxak for her kayak venture against unpleasant weather’s party trap
Lilil in her academic level-up pursuit;
Mom May and Madam Maine to offer discount in their My Gymwellness center
Nenen for her new juice business near “no lemon, no melon” shake stand
Obo, to stress clearly his dramatic monologue line: “O, stone, be not so”
Pip and Pop as they enjoy their pool loop swimming lessons with test set after.
Quest for the Lord’s favor is what Anna anticipates in her prayer sagas
Relying in His might does she perform* with faith's deed!
*Luke 1:45 And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord.
ABC form with Palindromes
October 16, 2018
2nd place, "Palindromes II" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 10/24/2018.
Categories:
dado, blessing, character, cheer up,
Form:
ABC
Cuando ya no me tengas a tu lado
y quieras una vez mas volver a besarme,
cuando mi amor de ti se haya apartado
y solamente puedas recordarme
Cuando ya no puedas verme
y mis lindas palabras secén por completo,
cuando entre tus brazos ya no puedas tenerme
y cuando estes llena de complejos
Cuando ya mis recuerdos no te sean suficiente
y me busques sin poder encontrarme,
cuando todos mis recuerdos invadan tu mente
y una vez mas extrañes conmigo acostarte
Entonces te daras cuenta que amas
que fuí y sigo siendo el amor de tu vida,
que nuestro amor es para siempre y no se acaba
entonces te arrepentiras de haberme dado la despedida.
Categories:
dado, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
BELTAINE AT SUNRISE
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.
If I could welcome May in all her bliss,
the window into summer's melting kiss,
I'd know the greatest joy, though for a while,
and die among the gods, for only this.
If I could open summer, and her pain,
each ray of sunlight fair, each drop of rain,
each courting dove, each flit of butterflies
each welcoming of death, that ends all pain.
If I could capture Beltaine at sunrise,
'twould shine much like the light there in your eyes...
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa
.BELTAINE
Si podría recolectar para usted, florece favorablemente, el primer
del verano, los deslizan en su pelo, para encenderse la cara, el
temblor de su sonrisa, cuánto en amor sería en cuál hay.
Si podría dar la bienvenida a mayo en toda su dicha, la ventana en el
beso que derrite del verano, sabría la alegría más grande, aunque
por un rato, y el dado entre los dioses, para solamente esto.
Si podría abrir verano, y su dolor, cada rayo de la feria de la luz
del sol, cada gota de la lluvia, cada paloma que corteja, cada
revoloteo de mariposas el cada dar la bienvenida de la muerte, que
termina todo el dolor.
Si podría capturar Beltaine en la salida del sol, ' brillo del twould
como la luz allí en sus ojos.
Categories:
dado, angst, art, black african
Form:
Sonnet
Joe goes home to his 5 bed semi
Dado rails and flat screen telly
Wife’s cooking dinner, wine in her hand
Kids playing in the den with painted hands
He kicks off his shoes, throws his jacket on the chair
Flops in the lounge like he doesn’t have a care
Dinner ready, and it’s slammed down
Joe gets the kids, games stop #frowns
Forks in hands and food in gobs
Everything forgotten especially shitty jobs
Wife relaxes, it’s all quiet when they eat
She imagines later massaging feet
TV showing, the soaps on the screen
Joes mind is elsewhere, Golf on the green?
Time ticks on, kids are in bed
Joe tries to force work from his head
It’s all about money. Work and bills
Not about living a life without frills
Waking up to bird song coming from the sky
Not about queuing on the M25
Not about the lying, the cheating, the scam
Investing in the stock like he gives a damn
Doesn’t matter if his client jumped from the roof
Joe didn’t tell him to, that’s the truth
Wifey likes the money and the life it buys
Once there was passion behind her eyes
Now it’s all about clothes and shoes, and other ****
Once it was baby talk, laughing at my wit
Now I’m just her ticket to golden riches,
So she can mix it up with the posh bitches
Got to keep her in the style she says she likes
Debts getting bigger, can’t afford the lifestyle hike
Schools are private for a better education
But do they ever improve the state of the nation
How did it get like this my man?
Started out living in a caravan
Mum was drunk, dad was in jail
Joe strived so hard so not to fail
There are many Joes in this world we see
Just try and say hell that won’t be me.
Categories:
dado, abuse, anger, career, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
He visto tu mano obrar en mi vida
y en tiempos de dolor fuiste tu quien sanaste mis heridas
perdoname por haber vivido tanto tiemp en rebeldía
y gracias por haber dado tu vida para salvar la mia
reconozco que antes era un egoísta y solo cosas te pedia
dame esto y aquello pero tu Palabra nunca la seguia
te prometia medio mundo pero solo te mentia
pues el temor hacia ti en mi todavia no prevalecia
decia ser cristiano pero eso solo lo finguia
pues en el mundo es donde yo mi tiempo lo vivia
es cierto que la salvación ya la tenia
pero faltaba algo pues el Espiritu Santo ya no me redarguia
pero aun asi estaba confiado que mejores tiempos vendrian
y confiado vivia en que tu mi vida restaurarias
Gracias mi Señor!!!!
Categories:
dado, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
MIXED METAPHORS
It was my surprise - decoration of her hallway
But someone told her
Let the cat out of the dog
And the wallpaper and paint mixture was
Dead as a dado
But if I find the scoundrel who told
He’ll be in a hearse of a different color
Entered in Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest “ Something Different”
Categories:
dado, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Dado coracao do sorriso inesperadamente
Para doce beijos e ternura..
Para a resperacao quente de danca na minha pele..
Nenhum retorno possivel, nao e esperado nenhum reembolso.
Faca o que quiser ahora.
Quando o sangramento sera interrompido
Sera mais facil viver sem ele.
Categories:
dado, dream, feelings, imagination,
Form:
Lyric