Best Dag Poems
Where is it now that I put my heart
The last time I took a break from love
I remembered thinking I wouldn’t need it for awhile
So I put it in a place high above
I feel so silly now
I mean it’s so important
And I knew I would need it again
But I was trying to be logical
And I wasn’t ready
With my heart to contend
I don’t know, maybe it’s a sign
And I’ll just leave it hidden away
It’d be so much easier if that dreamy voice
Wasn’t always purposed my way
Gosh if only you knew
Dag gone I bet you do
How when you lean in close for affect
The breath of your whispers
Leave me completely unglued
When they gently caress my neck
Oh men! I can’t stand ‘em
See that squint in my eye
And my nose pointed up in the air
My arms are folded and I’m quite determined
Then you turn and catch my stare
Oh Geez! I used to be much better at this
You ask for my number to phone
I give it to you willingly
But for three days
I
Will
Not
Be
Home!
In years gone by, folks didn’t like to say
God’s name to show surprise or great dismay,
and so you would hear “Goodness,“ “Gol” and “Gee,“
and also euphemisms for J.C.
Jiminy Cricket! Doesn’t that sound nice?
Jeepers Creepers, Jason Crisp or Cheese and Rice?
Godfrey Daniel! Surely you know that
is slang for God and “God rot it” is “Drat!”
“Oh my gosh,” “My goodness,” or simply “Lord”
replaced expletives that today come poured
from mouths of kids who can’t be mannerly
to just say “Leapin‘ Lizards“ or “Golly Gee!”.
You’ll hear (for damning something with God’s name),
“Dag nabbit” and “Dad gum.” They might seem tame
but fit the bill and give us a small thrill!
But dang it, why would someone say “Sam Hill?”
Words from the Holy Bible we enjoy
employing when we say Holy Moley,
Holy cow, Judas Priest (but WAIT!)
For Pete’s Sake! How did Judas ever rate?
Great Scott, there’s even Jumpin’ Jehosophat!
How the HECK did they ever come up with that?
By Jove, I’m nearly finished. Now pretty please. . . .
Instead of using Christ’s name, just say Jeeeeez!
Written July 26, 2015
p o k a
bye, yay, dag, ayo,
until, vale, slan, ciao,
ahoj, baai, later, ta ta,
aloha, soon, chau, adieu,
jaa ne, adios, antio, joigin,
viszlát, peace, daag, TTFN,
cheers, velom, addio, peace,
as-salaamu 'alaykum, näkemiin,
ja ne, tootle-loo, vaya con dios, shalom,
goodbye, nabadeey, dos svidaniya, hooroo,
namaste, donadagohvim, auf Widersehen,
sayonara, hwyl fawr, catch you later, tootles,
hasta la vista, happy trails, vida parayunnu,
take it easy, bhaalo thaakben, elalleqa,
Allah hafiz, khodaa haafez, tschüss,
au revoir, see you, take care,
so long, farewell, zai jian,
till then, I’m outta here,
God’s speed, al weda,
bidaa, see you soon,
tot ziens, bye-bye
For many people outside the Myanmar poetry, it may come as a surprise that there is such a thing as language-oriented poetry contemporary poetry scene in Myanmar. The Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetry.
I feel like I have to say to me about how this had happened in Myanmar, the country was under military rule over the past 60 years their poetry broke away from the traditional style classic writing about the monarchy the old and the Burmese Old Burmese way of life before the annexation of British Burma in 1886. The hair experimental poetry movement 1 of the 20th century, was 2 in the movement of new writing, which led pilot Dag on (which is now in his 90s and blind), after the end of World War 2. Influenced by left-wing ideology known of the historical period popular poetry, realism and the Marxist-oriented, through the 40S late. There was at that time, an ideological struggle between the so-called "art for art's sake" The Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetry. Has described those who did not support writing the new "bourgeois" and blasted the "progressives." Although the new writing system that is based on experimental poetry rhyme 4.3.2 with some changes in the number of syllables in each line rhyme scheme, which makes it more flexible, and was aimed at, faith, and the content of a revolutionary. The art for the masses, and poetry is the weapon of the masses against the landowners and capitalists and national. It is unfortunate that the writing of new, while winning the hearts and minds of an entire generation of young poets, and in some cases made just propaganda, and the adage is that the hair must be less aesthetic and utilitarian more so that even the common person would low education "appreciate" poem with ease. UNSUPPORTED CODE myanmar poem UNSUPPORTED CODE
In English
(Acrostic)
Maya ~ make my day positive, I can not imagine a day without her
Absolutely my very best friend ~ from morning to evening
You're loved ~ you're strong when I'm weak
Amazing ~ you might not see it ... but I do
In Norwegian
(Verse)
Maya ~ du gjør min dag positiv, jeg kan ikke tenke meg en dag uten henne
Absolutt min beste venn ~ fra morgen til kveld
Du er elsket ~ du er sterk når jeg føler meg svak
Fantastisk ~ kanskje ikke du kan se det ... men det kan jeg
18.03.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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overcast sky broods, darkens, threatens
crystal creek tumbles, splashes, sparkles
"nagalugitom sa dag-om ang kalangitan
nagalukso-ambak, nagkidlapkidlap ang sapa"
might be the sky envies the creek's mirth,
the frolic of butterflies and damselflies
"basig nasina ang langit sa kalipay ug hudyaka
sa mga alibangbang ug tapuri nga nagdula-dula,"
that fly and flit and tease the gleaming ripples
near glades of green and flowers in bloom
"nagsaoy-saoy, nagsakdapsakdap sa tin-awng tubig
lunhawng kasagbutan ug mabulokong kabulakan?"
frolic and fun.."paghudyaka? pagmaya?"
spite and envy.."pagkamaigihon? pagkamasinahon?"
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Konkas draw a blanket over the flats,
but our state live like over fed fat cats
Zuma had another great opinion,
now we must dream of a Rand reunion
People crying, life’s an uncertain fate,
but they are building another toll gate
Nkandla was built for his many wives
"Fire pool" just brings out our angry knives
All the voters wanted; a piece of bread!
Now even the family pet is dead
Zuma laughs and hands his dog some biltong
and sings another ushini kill song
We are done with this sick gravy train gang
The day has come for the biltong to hang
Konka : drum with holes for fire keeping warm makes smoke
flats: slang for cape flats…a area people stay
Rand: South African currency
Nkandla: Zuma’s estate “upgrade” used 270 million rand of taxpayer’s money
fire pool: what he called the swimming pool in upgrade scandal
Ushini: machine gun struggle song used to sweep up support
Biltong: luxury food similar to beef jerky..is hung to dry when made
Zuma : corrupt president of South Africa
#zumamustfall
original I wrote
Biltong en Brood
Konkas trek n kombers oor die vlaktes,
maar die staat luister nie meer na klagtes
Zuma het nou eers weer n opienie,
en nou hou ons vir die Rand ruinie
Ons het geen werk en tot ons honde vrek,
maar die staat beplan net nog n duur toll hek
Nkandla waar hy sy vroue huisves
maar dit bereik net vuur emmers moles
Die kiesers vra net n klien stukkie brood
maar hy se dis n leun die hongersnood!
Zuma lag en gee biltong vir sy hond
Hy smeer botter om die kiesers se mond
Ons staan op en sal ons nie weer laat vang
Die dag het gekom, dat die biltong sal hang
Called meeting of Flat Earth Society
The Enclosed Earth theory must refute
As well Hollow Earth theory to dispute
and that dag nab round earth futility
It's clear as dirt we must confute
That old thingamajig gravity
Which with not our abacus compute
So how can we on an earth agree
Such a problem the enclosed earth theory,
Where we are all living in a Truman Show,
And of the hollow earth so very weary,
To this silliness in the trash throw.
Then all scientists and fools will flock
To see us clinging to this flatty rock.
Kom wind, kom weer – Kom oseaan
(Geïnspireer deur Laurika Rauch se lied)
Ek droom van my eie huis eendag by die see
Vir Laurika eentyd was dit nag
Myne staan ook op ‘n rots: maar dis dag
Daar in my huisie oordink ek my weë
Geen wind, geen weer, of oseaan maak my bang
Nagwaak nie meer, maar met daglig versier
Al is ons arm, my huisie is duur
Want daai kant is hartjies aan die muur op gehang
Sonsak, Suidwester se wind laat my bid:
Ek dank U o Heer vir die goed wat ek het
Die oseaan, my maatjie, die stoep en my bed
Hier by my huisie kan ons rustig sit
"Kom wind, kom weer – Kom oseaan"
Die storms en winde kan ek nou verstaan.
Senle ve sensiz bir hic
Yururum yolumda
Korkmadan yasamin
Senle sensiz bir hic
Bir dag yamacinda ucurum hayatim senle sensiz bir hic
Yasam dersem kabulum agit yakilmis sevdamiza
Hikayesi umit olsa da acsa cicek olsa sevda yaylalarda
Senle sensiz bir hic bilerim tasinmaz yasanmaz nefesimiz
Bir cicek sevda yaylada ruzgarla esen
Kosma olumune desem kimse dinlemez
Ruzgarlar sallar eser gullu basma bedenini
Saklar saclarini yazmali basortusu dantelli
Akar bir nehir sevdayla senle ve sensiz hic
Bir koca cinar bolunmus toprak yarik yarim
Amansiz nehir akar bolunur delinen kalbim
Senle ve sensiz bir hic canim sevdam
Cok canlar oldu telef gozyasi oldu tasti irmak
Cok analar yakti agit kan kirmizi irmak
Cok kahpe planlar hoyratca goz yumanlar
Cok aci kahkahalar oyunu sessizce oynatanlar
Senle ve sensiz alkis tutanlar bir hic utancim
Gelecegim senle sensiz
Isigin dusu umidim cocuklarim
Waiting on my flight I headed for the airport café
With a hot coffee in sight I quickly made my way
While I was at the store I got some donuts too
A bag of eight or more as bite size was all the new
But when I went to sit, there was no place to be found
And I was just about to quit in finishing looking around
Over there was one seat, just a man sitting there by himself
So in so wanting to rest my feet I went in kind of stealth
My bags now set down, finally that first sip of hot coffee
Thus removing my frown, saying finally it's now about me
In reaching in that bag for a nice, warm jelly crispy cream
When suddenly dag! in partaking, that other man he did beam
Who was this guy as I pulled my donuts next to my side
And looking from the corner of my eye, "these donuts I'll just hide"
But with a long reach and again that big smile on this strangers face
He took the one filled with peach as for a fight I began to brace
But then he finally stood and just left going about his own way
As I thought man that's good, "for I should at least have a say"
Oh, and there's my flight call, standing up and getting organized
When I thought, OH the gall! as I looked down and suddenly realized
My donuts were sitting on my suitcase and I was eating his donuts
And yet he showed me such grace even as I was acting like a putz
But the one real true moral being sewn throughout this whole story
Is that only one man was seeing the true Grace of all of God's Glory
Based on a story I heard.
Girl,
you gotta learn,
when it's a burn,
when it's the last dying turn-
so dag-nab-it-
it's gotta earn.
So let the coins turn,
and a dime red-out the purrin,'
proposing a churnin,'
as I say 'loins churpin!'
As the logs of the hall stay turned-in,
like a bomb cab-in!
In the woods where babies have their own kin,
works as kindlein' to keep a light in the fires of the wind,
my babies stay dyin' 'cause 'what-is' is to let-win,
even if the moon shines so shiny primm,
it shines in-
one could see cartoon vision as they sin.
To dag is to dive,
yet to swipe is to smell the iron,
why confide when there is no other liar besides your own desire?
MENSEKIND
UNSUPPORTED CODE Ek is n mensekind
Nie net sommer van die wind
Ek het gevoelens
en baie goeie bedoelings.
Ek voel dikwels nie in beheer
en mense maak my kort – kort seer
Ek is soos ‘n teater:
Mense kom net vir vertonings
en dan sien jy hulle heelwat later
My hart is ‘n uitgedroogde sandkorrel
wat enige tyd kan breek en verkrummel
Ek is soms baie lui
Want ek vra net en kry
My woede is soos die Victoria watervalle
Dit bedaar amper nooit en tref
my naaste soos geweerknalle
Dag tot dag lewe ek
soms voel ek soos ‘n kraan wat lek en lek
My hart en siel behoort aan God
Somtyds wonder ek of God my en ander raaksien?
Ek is net nog ‘n mensekind
wat wonder of ek partykeer rus sal kan vind UNSUPPORTED CODE
Sleepless nights
Wiping noses
Whispers in your ear to calm you
Prayers and tucking in tight
Rubbing in sun screen
Wiping off faces
Catching lightning bugs with you
Feeding your dog, your goldfish and the hamster
Standing endlessly waiting on your favorite ride
Then learning by the gate that you have to use the bathroom
And doing it all again
Spraying you with the hose
Telling you family stories to give you belonging
More sleepless nights
Living my life with Christ so hopefully you choose the same
Baking cookies
Teaching you how to bake
Sure all six of your friends can spend the night
Soccer games, football games, basketball games, and baseball
Trying sooo hard to pick up the dag gone snake you caught
Because I know you’ll be heart broken
Becoming suddenly stuffed when you’re still hungry and wanting whatever
Letting you want and not have everything
Did I mention sleepless nights
Praying you win
Letting you fail
Teaching you to drive, I’m so sorry I yell
Watching you grow
Beaming with pride
And learning how to let go
Oh,,, and sleepless nights
Thank you God