Best Mai Poems
Budgie Budgie what can I say about a man named Budgie
when it comes to writing poetry, he's as tender as can be
but when it comes to rocking your world with his guitar,
well watch out FANS, for he's the best musician by far;
Budgie Budgie what can I say, "its your Birthday today
and its only right to make a wish on this very special day
White wolves will howl at the moon tonight so celebrate,
have a piece of cake, enjoy every morsel on your plate
Budgie Budgie King of Poetry you "poet of all times"
lets sit back and watch him shimmer, and shine
Happy Birthday dear friend, best tie is a friendship tie
that is why I knotted this poem with love, & Mai Tai .
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND
MAKE IT COUNT...
February 10, 2021
This is putting the spirit rum to good use.
Just mix it with a little pineapple juice.
Put it in a shaker with some cracked ice,
Shake it up, strain it into a glass, and it's nice.
For a extra touch, use a little garnish:
Add a pineapple spear and a cherry if you wish.
This is a great drink for either a gal or guy.
What we have here is called a Mai-Tai.
Tere liye jo barshe wo barish hu mai
Hr pal jo tu kre wo guzarish hu mai
Mangii jo rab se wo dua hoo mai
Dekha jo khwab tune wo haqikat hu mai
Tere hr swal ka jwab hoo mai
Tere chehre ki rangat hu mai
Tere hr pal ki sangat hu mai
Tere labo ki muskan hoo mai
Tere gum me aanso hoo mai
Tere hr pal ki sathi hu mai.
Chho kr jo guzre tujhe, wo hwa hu mai
Bhula du jo hr gum ko, wo nsha hu mai
Teri nazro ki talash hoo mai
Tere dil ki pyash hoo mai
Chaha jo tumne wo pyar hu mai
Kiya jo intzaar tune, wo rahat hu mai
Tere dil ne jo ki, wo chahat hu mai
Pta nhi, tumhare liye
Sirf tumhari aadat hu
Ya tumhari chahat hu mai..??
Kimmy Mai has my 'heart' in her pocket, (1)
Does not need either ring or a locket,
Love like beer, always loan, (2)
Less fun drinking alone,
And a blast when you're riding a rocket!
Kimmy Mai "owns the market" on care
And she's fearless when called on to share,
Those who treasure "withhold,"
Don't know value of gold,
Grow up crippled when adults aren't there!
Kimmy Mai knows my heart is just mine,
And thinks sharing is better than fine,
To "lose heart" means you die,
To pretend is to lie,
Heart in chains (on its face) asinine!
Kimmy Mai says she'll love me "forever,"
Thinks I'm tall, handsome, naive, and clever,
Such gifts inborn not learned,
(So they can't be returned),
Still, her words move my world like a lever. (3)
Kimmy Mai knows my word is my bond,
Though there are bigger fish in the pond,
And she still chooses me!
"Oh, say can you see," (4)
"Over hill, over dale," (5) "and beyond?" (6)
Brian Johnston
August 1, 2017
Poet's Notes:
(1) This line is a little misleading. You don't have a firm grip on something that is in your pocket, but you certainly have access! I like to think that my love is a gift that must be given daily for it always reverts to me when I sleep and must be consciously given the next morning again! No one can own another's love, nor is it possible to in fact give your love to another. That concept of love I think is a lie! It is clear why there are so many broken hearts!
(2) I have always enjoyed the witticism, "You cannot buy beer, only rent it!" I apply a parallel logic to 'love' as well in this verse!
(3) "Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world." - Archimedes. Read me long enough, and I will expose you to a little science sooner or later. I may not believe in Donald Trump, but I believe in my readers!
(4) "Oh say can you see!" I compare Kimmy to the American flag and the best that it can stand for... immigrants united in one nation.
(5) "Over hill, over dale" from the Army Caisson Song...I would go to war for Kimmy!
(6) "and beyond!" Quote from Buzz Lightyear. "To infinity and beyond." The only value beyond Kimmy (for me) is Science, (a gift from God), and God Himself!
Hi, Ku, How are Yu?
So-So, yu no. Vot, iz nu?
Nhat tu much, tank yu.
I don't know why I feel so hollow.
I do the inventory, and all the parts are there.
My heart still beats, my lungs fill, my blood still makes its rounds.
And yet, I just feel empty, eviscerated,
A shell of something almost human.
I prick a finger, and the pain is still sharp;
My head aches, and my teeth from where I've ground them.
There's nothing below the surface, though
No pain, no feeling, nothing but and echo;
A scream reverberating endlessly,
A sound I don't remember making.
My knees are feeling weak; my hands are numb.
It's strange to be nothing but the physical,
Incapable, yet functional. I can still make tea,
Write a letter, sing a love song or lament
But, I can neither enjoy nor despise it.
It's all just incidental; the machine keeps humming,
But there's nothing fundamental.
The boundaries have all been crossed,
Yesterday, when you just stopped,
Leaving nothing but memories
That are already half-forgotten,
And an apple on your desk
That I intend to leave until it rots.
The sun rose today; I burned my fingers with a cigarette;
Fragile things toppled, hit the ground, and shattered,
And, come tomorrow, the exact same things will happen.
The world keeps turning, as though it hasn't lost its axis,
And I still feel nothing, but the echoes of your absence.
How can I be what you
want me to be?
How can I see what you
want me to see?
In the Lords time
It shall be
Till then...
I can see what He
wants me to see
I can be what He
wants me to be
Feeling "NO KA OI"
I am Free
Mai perwana
Hasi tho pashi Janey kesi paheli
hasi ka jaal mooum si muskan
lagaey rango ki shaala
Hasi tho pasi jeyse palko Mai
ootara ho kajal muskurhat Mai
chipa rhaki ho meri dhakan has
i tho pasi meri haseena wrana
samjuga Mai perwana tera dewaana
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Mai Tai Madness
~Oh, my friend, Gloria!~
Funny~till drinks made her totally unstable.
We nearly got killed in her car!
When on the Golden Gate Bridge,
she screamed" I left my sweater
back at the bar."
Making a U-turn in the middle of
the Golden Gate Bridge at rush hour, OMG,no less!
Cuss words and the "bird" were
so shocking, I must confess.
I made the sign of the cross, said
my final prayers, with closed eyes.
My stomach filled with a flurry
of butterflies.
So grateful was I to get home in
one piece,
I literally cried and begged God
to give Gloria, sober peace.
June 22, 2019
3:30 pm PST
Too many Mai Tais, zany Matilda, drank!
Whoops, she hit the sea-wall and arrested for
being tanked!
A big flirt was she, and the Officer fell.
Now a huge wedding is planned, do tell!
12/2/2020
Ki jo likhu mai dastaan , toh tere naam ki wafaye likh betha
Ki tere husun ka jalwa, dunya ko dikha betha ,
Ki tere bolne ke adat, sunne walo ko suna betha
Jo Har cheez wabasta tuj se, dil me daba ke betha
Tere pasand ke gulaab ,kitaboon me chupa betha
Ki jo likhu mai dastaan, toh tere naam ki wafaye likh betha
Ce sont de grosse perles tombées à l'envi du paradis,
Grain à grain, plus luisantes que tout superbe satin.
Leur fraîcheur et délicatesse proviennent du séraphin,
Qui dit: jamais ses qualités ne deviendront ni taries ni décaties.
Tant qu'il demeure chez vous tous leur parcours d'âme,
Vous allez vous assurer de l'absolution de tout blâme
Tout en jouissant de leur épanouissement pérenne
Dans vos fors intérieurs où ils s'amènent.
Ce sont de nombreux rangs de clochettes
Légèrement secouées pour accueillir les fêtes
À l'appel de la voix de l'Éden,
Plus euphonique que toute populaire rengaine,
Note à note, s'égrenant de très près, de très près,
Jusqu'à ce que toute oreille en soit repue.
L'enchâssement de la meilleure musique dans les muguets,
C'est ce que l'on a bien entendu!
Ce sont cent calices sens dessus dessous,
Livrant d'ensemble la libation à la terre,
Faisant la navette à travers l'atmosphère,
Tuyautant l'ambiance d'ici-bas sur le céleste remous.
Jet à jet, ses eaux se précipitent du firmament
En en apportant le fin tempérament,
Et s'avérant plus moelleuse que toute belle fontaine,
D'où un merveilleux jumelage entre le ciel et la Seine.
Ce sont de suaves sachets éparpillés
Des nymphes qui sortent de chez elles en déshabillés
Tout en s'ébattant l'une avec l'autre.
Souffle à souffle, plus entêtants que tout bon vin mûr,
Au gré du zéphyr à partir de l'azur,
Sur lequel toute imagination monte et puis se vautre.
Leur fragrance se faufile de foule en foule, de narine en narine,
Jusqu'à ce que toute personne s'en enivre, tout paysage devant eux s'incline.
Ce sont exactement les muguets de mai,
Grappe à grappe, plus raffinés que tout douillet velours.
Une fleur seule concentre tous les amours,
Le monde entier parsemé de fruits gais.
Serrez-les dans vos doigts avec douceur,
Et laissez-les donner les caresses attendries;
Gardez-les dans vos coeurs avec vigueur,
Et laissez-les fournir les félicités nanties.
En effet, c'est l'essentiel de l'Évangile téléporté de Dieu
Au terrain de l'être humain,
Grace à quoi se font tous les exaucements séreins,
garantissant que tout ira de mieux en mieux.
To sleep with my eye wide open
Wake with my eyes shut
Flesh rised above
Spirits covered with out rush
Flesh eyes close tight
Spirit eyes open
When will we ALL wake up....
Amami ora mentre
Posso ricambiare il tuo amore
Amami ora quando, a mio agio
Posso accendere e spegnere il fuoco della lanterna
Amami ora mentre, di nuovo
Posso espirare, inspirare e respirare facilmente
Amami ora mentre
Vedo chiaramente la tua bellezza
Non aspettare domani o un altro giorno
Quando non riesco più a vedere l'arcobaleno transitorio
Quando non posso più camminare da solo sul marciapiede
Quando non riesco a sentire la freschezza del mattino
Non amarmi solo a San Valentino
Ma anche quando devio erroneamente
Amami ora o mai più
In modo che io possa essere benedetto e fortunato senza fine
Non importa il mio stato d'animo o il mio umore
Non smettere di essere docile e gentile
Alla mia anima, al mio cuore
E al mio corpo, prima di salutarmi.
PS Traduzione di "Love Me Now Or Never".
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Qu'est-ce qui nous port tous les bonheur, surtout le créatif mécénat?
Qu'est-ce qui nous ôte tous les malheur, surtout la moral fange?
C'est ce brin de muguet, au début de mai, tout en arôme d'appas
Tout en sérénité il s'ouvre, tout en ordre il s'arrange.
Tandis que toutes les autres fleurs se rivalisent d'éclat,
A nos yeux leur coloris donnant souvent le change,
Sa modestie lui a remporté un distinctif vedettariat,
Moyennant le blanc le plus pur comme un ange.
Cent fois s'entend son chuchotement,
Mille lieues s'écoule sa douceur,
Résorbant pour tout le monde toute la dépressive rigueur,
Remplissant tous les coins de brillance et d'enjolivement.