Best Dos Poems
written months ago commemorating
the graduation from a vaunted charter school
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend -
geographical distance constituting the primary determinant.
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Soundcloud springboard no matter
what destiny each young man or woman
decides to pursue. Though accolades dedicated
genuinely (just my outlying participation)
special veneration x2c accorded beautiful
radiant daughter ecstatic gloating honestly jubilant
kindred made noble perseverance reaching
the ultimate write x zit that will usher her
onward toward opportunities sustained
by confidence gained thru academic ambition,
dynamic dedication, and gigantic germination
of maturation, whose individual future
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trajectory predicated with the rubric of essential
scholastic tools essential to gain positive
further education and thence employment endeavors.
So Punim (whom this papa does
love and miss) attempted to let the words
tumble upon the display screen communicating
in my patois, (a gallimaufry of mumbo jumbo
shrimp limp ping missive) at your success
attaining a laudable momentous occasion per
rejoicing, no matter the message possibly
lost amidst this cobbled gobbledygook,
which attempts to pass as acclaimed literary
endeavor. Okay, I experience tears of euphoria
and misgiving at lack of finances to share
in person how this dada daubs dribbling
tears ducts. Congratulations thy beloved Shana.
Ich such dos shtetl
Wos mer wird zogn
wos mer baj zejn vergongenhejt
nich reizn, wos mer zogt,
wo sejn di wolkns, wos is geblibn
vun de zejt mer hot nich mer gehert.
Mer zogn leben,
gezejtn zogt mer zej dos mer,
wo wosr nich mecht misn sejn strond.
Wos seg ch' fir mejn leben,
wor ols gewesn a luft,
a donk vun a blinder,
wu mich ken sehn mit sej oign.
A endlos schwajgn wor gekumn,
mit mejn iker a zwojts,
zerflußn wi a regn.
Iber geslech, iber hajser,
gebrent mit a rojtn schajn,
fligt a wolkn.
Nem majn bilt furt vun dej schtot,
lern mi ojs tantsn.
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Was wird man sagen,
was über seine Vergangenheit,
nicht reisen, so sagt man,
wo sind die Wolken, was ist geblieben
von der Zeit, nichts hat man mehr gehört.
Wir sagen wir leben,
das Meer hat Gezeiten, wie man so sagt,
das den Strand nicht missen möchte.
Was sag ich von meinem Leben?
War alles nur Trugbild,
ein Dank eines Blinden,
der mich mit seinen Augen sehen kann?
Ein endloses Schweigen war hereingebrochen,
mit meinem Gesicht kam ein zweites,
zerfloss wie im Regen
über Gassen und Häuser,
verbrannt mit rotem Schein
zieht eine Wolke.
Trag' mein Bild aus der Stadt,
lern' mich das Tanzen.
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What will they say,
what about the past,
no travelling, so they say,
where are the clouds, what is left
of time, nothing more was heard.
We say we are alive,
the ocean got its tide, as they call it,
which does not want to miss the beach.
What shall I say about my life?
Was everything a fatamorgana,
a grace of a blind man,
who can see me with his eyes?
An endless silence had set in,
with my face came a second,
melted as if it was rain,
over alleys and houses,
scorched with a red gleam
a cloud is wandering.
Carry my picture from the town,
teach me to dance.
COPLA SESENTA Y DOS
: This Bad Guy World
Anger hell-bent at enemy
Despair at Bad Guys’ existence:
Bring self-defeat
Let him not provoke your envy
Nor make you expose inner essence:
Minds must not bleat
Only the dispassionate will
Gita’s detachment of action:
Leads to success
Everything else being equal
Plus strength of cause and conviction:
War’s then pointless
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
I don't mean to hurt you
but I do
And I don't mean to love you
but I do
I don't want to want you
but I do
Don't you see?
I do miss you
Don't you agree
We do think it best
To seek another quest
and lay our love gently to rest!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
I want to kiss your pretty face
Around the world in every place
Where romance lives and shines so bright
Where every day is only night
Where we could simply ride around
In horse drawn carriage, sit spellbound
Through central parks and squares lit up
I'd look into your eyes closeup
And as the space grew less and less
Between our lips I'd close my eyes
What happens next, no need to guess
This shouldn't come as a surprise
I'd kiss you hard, I'd kiss you long
I'd hold you tight, desire strong
The horses reined, not free to roam
Until later on when we got home
When she's mad, she'll become hostile. Endure it for it is positive in the end
Be romantic, she's not; she sucks at it.
Don't tell her your not perfect (who is, right). It makes her go cuckoo
Don't get her food with onions in it. She's allergic
Let her be the one to plant the first kiss. Trust me if you do, the feeling won't be mutual
She won't ever go near bugs. They are detestable to her (reptiles and amphibians inclusive)
Bathe before you see her. You'll regret it if you don't (neat freak)
Don't deny her in public or anywhere (even if its for jokes). It brings back bad memories for her
Be truthful, she'll love you more for that (I know I was, even though it hurt her)
If she gets mad, TRY to resolve it that very day. If not, bring a
football helmet the next day (if you want it resolved)
Be cautious, she's deceitful at times
PRY in her life. You'll understand her more (Didn't have a lot of time)
Don't get jealous. She gets clingy (especially to your best friend)
Make her your girlfriend and best friend but not your sister or mother (Sometimes we black people have issues)
Be ready, she'll influence you one way or the other (can't be with her and not love her. Those that thought they didn't, didn't realize until she wasn't there anymore)
Pray with her (once in a while or more)
Care, care and care so much about her (probably even more than your mother)
8 CUPS OF STALE BREAD- TOASTED AND CUBED
3 CUPS OF COOKED BROWN RICE
2 CUP OF MUSTARD GREENS, DRAINED AND CHOPPED FINE
2 CUPS OF ONIONS CHOPPED
1/4 CUP OF GARLIC CRUSHED
3 CUPS OF COOKED HAMHOCK MEAT DICED FINE
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED ROSEMARY
1/4 CUP OF CHOPPED THYME
1 CUP OF TOASTED SUNFLOWER SEEDS
2 CUP OF DEHYDRATED DICED APPLES
1 CUP OF CHOPPED RASIANS
1 C DICED GREEN PEPPERS
1CUP CELERY DICED
3/4 CUP OF SMOKED FISH
1 CUP OF BROWN SUGAR
1 CUP OF DICED SWEET POTATOE (RAW)
3- 31/2 CUPS OF CHICKEN STOCK
1 10 POUND FRESH HAM BUTERFLIED
MAKE DRESSING, STUFF THE HAM, USE BUTCHTERSTRING TO TIE THE HAM FROM END TO END.
SPRINKLE THE SKIN WITH A MIXTURE OF THE FOLLOWING
1/4 CUP OF MC CORMICKS SEASONING
1/4 CUP OF CAYENE PEPPER
1/4 CUP OF GROUND GINGER
1/4 CUP OF GARLIC POWDER
MIX TOGETHER
AFTER RUBBING 1/4 CUP LIQUID SMOKE TO
THE SURFACE SPPRINKLE WITH SEASONING
WRAP IN FOIL AND BAKE AT 350 FOR FIVE HOURS
FOR A BARBAQUE SAUCE
COMBINE 3 CUPS OF CATSUP
1/2 CUP HONEY
2 TABLESPOONS OF CAYENE
1/4 CUP OF DEHYRATED GARLIC
1/4 CUP OF DEHYDRATED ONIONS
2 TABLESPOONS OF GROUND MUSTARD
1/4 CUP OF HOISEN SAUCE
1/4 CUP OF SPICERUM
1/2 UP OF BALSAMIC VINAGER
1/4 CUP OF PUREED RASBERRIES
1/4 CUP OF LIQUID SMOKE
Too many times, caught fire from straying lines. A choir, the sister cries. Strong mama to
wipe her eyes. See daddy tried to raise him right, although he stayed out nights, claiming his
hood was tight, until it took his life.
Stray bullets, started comtempletions. Adolescent rebelling slugs gave he those for hating.
That's ironic, ebonic slurs made him trust the faithless. Gin and chronic has moryphed a son
and created satan.
A mission for competition, he must eradicate. eliminating like a solider with no price to pay.
They never missed him, but listen to the price of pain. One bullet unlabled scribbled the
letters, homies name.
Who's to blame? Society, forsaken dreams that spin. All in the heart, hoping to catch one in
this world of wind. Bless the pen on microphones to wipe away my sins. And just like him
commissioned to raise up in the thoughts of men. Again and Again'
Sung to tune of Salty Dog
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She came back
And I got
Canned
And you expect
me
To understand
Honey won't you
let
that woman go
She arrived
And I got
Dropped
And into
bed
You two hopped
Honey won't you let
that
Woman go
She came
At four
And left at five
Honey Baby
Sakes alive
Honey won't you let that woman go
It's, time to
Tell you
River dirtchy
None of this
Was
Said to hurt ye
Honey
Won't you
let that woman go
Chorus close
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Honey let that
Woman
go
She don't love
You
this I know
Honey won't
You
Let that woman go
He was magnificent and Augustus
came from the multiplicity of ages
today's light, I actually appreciate
glowing ancient infant
II
Made of carbon and poetry,
substrate, substantive rhyme
Lazio flower, and gemstone
symbiosis of pain and magic...
III
Dying of sane intelligence
portal of shadow and agony,
Semi-trapped sparkle
IV
Impetuous undammed river
suppressed vortex vitality
that the estuary of life declines...
Me ame agora enquanto
Eu posso te amar de volta
Me ame agora quando, à vontade
Eu posso acender e apagar o fogo da lanterna
Me ame agora enquanto, novamente
Eu posso expirar, inspirar e respirar facilmente
Me ame agora enquanto
Eu posso ver sua beleza claramente
Não espere por amanhã ou outro dia
Quando eu não puder mais ver o arco-íris transitório
Quando eu não puder mais andar sozinho na calçada
Quando não consigo sentir o frescor da manhã
Não me ame apenas no Dia dos Namorados
Mas também quando eu erroneamente desvio
Me ame agora ou nunca
Para que eu possa ser abençoado e sortudo sem fim
Não importa o estado da minha mente ou meu humor
Não deixe de ser dócil e gentil
À mina alma, ao meu coração
E ao meu corpo, antes de me despedir.
P.S. Tradução de ' Love Me Now Or Never’.
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Hébert Logerie é autor de várias coleções de poesia.
COPLA CINCUENTA Y DOS: This Bad Guy World
Stand and fight! Don’t abandon the field!
Confront not the Enemy alone:
Bad Guy cowards
So long as Good Guys drop their shield
Bad Guys will multiply and clone
Filthy innards
Yi Jing says denounce the Yin first
Let everyone see its bared face:
Make public – fate
Seek not to quench your smarting thirst
The more it hurts the more the furnace
Will burn in hate!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
man.....grab dos taters
odda won....they hot potatas, day hot potattas!
man.. pick dos mattos
odda won...day hot potttas, day hot potattas!
drums & horns. wook, wook, whirl!
rest o them.... day hot pottatas, day hot pottatas!
COPLA DOS (TWO): This Bad Guy World
- The second COPLA in the series –
Bad guys in this world got it made
They simply outnumber good guys:
Their paradise;
Bad guys help themselves to the shade
Reduce good guys to broken toys
Every so wise;
If good guys by chance reach the top
Then they’ll drag them down with one voice
Crying foul play;
If good guys fight back they’ll sure flop
For bad guys know how to rig dice:
Great game they play.
(to be continued)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Existe um mundo de pensamentos positivos!
Um mundo de pensamentos positivos
formado por palavras simbolos,
ideias emocionais e de criacoes imaginarias do intelecto.
Um mundo no qual todos os terrenos sao novos.
No mundo dos pensamentos positivos
tudo tem solucao.
Nesse mundo
dos pensamentos positivos
se encontra a imensidao da beleza,
e a felicidade ao alcance de todos os seres.
Va la – pratique hoje e sempre.