Best Manana Poems
Translation of " Bésame Mucho " from the lyrics by Consuelo Velasquez
Refrain :
Kiss me longingly long
Kiss me, kiss me longingly long
As though this night has to be
The very last
Kiss me longingly long
Kiss me, kiss me longingly long
For seized am I with the fear of losing you
Losing you hereafter
(Refrain repeated twice)
I long to hold you close to me
While gazing deep into your eyes
Making us look as but one together
The thought nags perchance tomorrow
I'll have already gone far away
Far far from you
(Refrain repeated thrice)
For seized am I with the fear of losing you
Losing you hereafter
The original lyrics in Spanish :
Bésame mucho
Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta noche
La ultima vez
Bésame mucho
Que tengo miedo a pederte
Pederte despues
(Refrain twice)
Quiero tenerte muy cerca
Mirarme en tus ojos
Verte junto a mi
Pienso que tal vez manana
Yo ya estare lejos
Muy lejos de ti
(Refrain thrice)
Que tengo miedo a pederte
Pederte despues
© T. Wignesan - Paris, May 12, 2018
Categories:
manana, desire, fear, kiss, longing,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
this my pain
that never really goes away
has become so much
another part of me
a part that comes and goes
like the changing moon phases
this vicious cycle of hurt in me
just goes round and round
like a ring
and it never seems to cease or halt
and it hurts so bad
it really hurts!
and maybe if i hug myself tight
i could squeeze it put eventually
so let me sit here on this grass
with the rain falling ll over me
let me cry till i find some peace
till this pain,i can no more see
that these tears mingle with the rain
and i shall feel no more pain
and this cold make my skin numb
for more man y a trying time
here i am all alone
how I've been
how I'll always be
but maybe
just maybe
will you hold m y hand
and squeeze just a tiny bit
so i may feel alone no more
so i may feel
someone listening to my pain
for just this once
for it seems
no one ever understands my tears
maybe I'm just too complicated
so just play me a violin
a slow,sad,soothing song
maybe over this pain, I'll win
and feel much better ere long
then i shall lay on my pillow
and let my last tears follow
and cry one again to sleep
but awake manana with new hope.
Categories:
manana, depression, sad, me, cry,
Form:
Rhyme
Who am I, where am I from
I’m a girl who ancestors are from Mexico, Puerto Rico, and Panama
See me I don’t know the whole enchilada
My zodiac sign has to do with Aqua
I walk up to you and say, “ Hola amigo, como esta”
You reply to me and say,” Muy bien y tu.”
I say, “Bien mucho gracias.”
I can’t really have a conversation in Espanol
Because I only know boquito
Como te llamas, do you know mine
Me llamas est Preciosa
Me gusta el color Amarillo
You can walk up to me and bring out the mexican in me
Bring out the rice and beans
The whole encilada
Bring out the de le manana
I’ll get back to ya
If I saw you in Puerto Rico I would say
Bueno? Que traes or oye tocayo
I will introduce you to my traditional food
Burritos
Enchiladas
Bolillos
Carne abada
You bring out the Mexican in me
Categories:
manana, friendship, life,
Form:
Lyric
Translated from Georgian into English by Manana Matiashvili
All that figurative language
I’ve acquired from you:
“Life is tough”,
“Sweet is the soul”,
“Sky’s the limit”,
“Truth will out”.
“Knowledge is power”,
“Weep and you weep alone”,
One can be “all at sea” sometimes,
“The heart of man is like waters of the well”,
“Guest is sent from God”,
“Let go and let God”…
And so on… and so many sayings
Am collating now into poems
And stitching stories…
But seems as if Alazani River
Has washed them out
And taken all the words.
Three years passed,
Hence our roles have changed,
I play the same games, mostly “housing”…
Just now am standing jammed
At juncture of the ground and sky,
Hesitating to choose direction, it means,
I have no idea to blow warmth up
Or to blow down…
Who will play with me with shifted roles?
The games named: “schooling”,
“housing” and “motherhood“?
Genres: life, family, sad, personality
Categories:
manana, allusion, life, sad, woman,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Neftali the Great
Engaged in many careers
Ready to write for "La Manana"
Until he was forced to go into hiding
Day after day, being protected by suppourters and fans. Then
At last, he was able to leave, but in exile.......
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This is an informational piece for Raul Moreno's "Pablo Neruda" contest.
Categories:
manana, life
Form:
Acrostic
Island, I can see you - distant fine pearl.
We drop harbor anchor, music greets us.
Leis are given by a native grown girl.
We walk ocean street not using road's bus.
Hostel makes us welcomed showing no fuss.
Time includes glass bottom boat and day's swim.
We watch manta ray, intrusive old cuss,
thinking someone might soon try to spike him.
Aviary sanctuary, slope's rim,
bison grazing, cycling city's alleys,
total living, sharing life to stein's brim.
So " manana," we will make more sallies.
We will charter boat and troll as Zane Grey,
catching huge fish, I can write book someday.
Categories:
manana, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Like the sun in the morning,
Like the many blue skies.
Your smile is soft like a rose,
And love sings through your eyes.
Love sings through your eyes.
So many times,
Oh how I've tried to find a way to say "Thank You".
All my hopes, all my dreams,
All my plans, all my schemes,
All my life its you.
Como El sol de la manana.
Como mucho cielos azules.
Tu sonrisa era dulce, como un rosa,
Y el amor cantoe en tus ojos.
El amor canto en tus ojos
Tantas veces,ay como trate de buscar las palabras..
Para decir gracias.
Like the sun in the morning,
Like the many blue skies,
Your smile was soft like a rose,
And love sang through your eyes,
Love sang through your eyes
.
Categories:
manana, devotion, love, people, song-lyricblue,
Form:
A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon
The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon
By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf
Mulled over by the sight so mimetic
The life glazed over the mist filled by the charismatic.
An ecstatic jubilation bided by the Christmas carol
The gala affair of the sunset, the last ray hold upon
By the beloved savored over the time cajole
Relived over by the chorus so balmy
The rendezvous solemnization blended by the carmine patty.
A warm welcome of the edging resolutions blessed upon
The solemnity of Mary, the first greet hold upon
By the wishes ordained over the coming élan
Pleased over by the time so worth
The time of the year met with the springtime growth.
Anew Sun brought upon the garden, bore upon
The green of the array, the first ray hold upon
By the moving moraine over the frost melted -
Drifted over by the season so pledged
The aroma suspired over the blue air, warmth blended.
Pooled by affections over the day choired by love, relived upon
Betrothals belonged forever, the first kiss hold upon
By the destiny manana over the time so limn -
Touched by the amity so dear
The warmth over the ardor met with sweetness so fair.
They held back for the bathe in the colour so motleyed, poured upon
The meme prevailed over decades across the east, the last ray hold upon
By the field blazed over the harvests so sear
Turned over by the air so brut
The time of the year met with the season so hot.
Note: Continued from Fragrance - II
Categories:
manana, nature, seasonstime, day, time,
Form:
Ode
Stepping back....
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From this once virginal canevas
Finally, at last, smiling to Myself
It is done...."Sempiternalis"
All of My being, poured
Into it's seraphic setting ~
Seasons passing, as I meticulously
Brushed, every infinite detail
Centurials it seemed; over and over
Covering; removing; replacing; redoing
Time and time again....
This, would be My lifes masterpiece!
My legacy...."Mi Personificasion" ~
For all, and all to see?
Finally, I draw the curtains
Las cortinas, to let the light shine
Upon the vesture of, such vibrant colours
"Vida"....All I had envisioned
That one day, it would all so be
Holding these beauties; the beauties ~
Of, all My dreams....
Mi amor; Mi esperanza; all, of Me!
It is complete; amazed, as I view it now
A rushing tide, deeply inside
This joyous splendour...."Magnificus"
I cannot wait to unveil it
Before, all of their precious eyes
Este regalo; this treasure
The essence of all, that I Am
"I Am"...."They Are" ~
Oh, how deeply they live, inside....
Mi razon; Mi inspiracion; all, of their lives!
Alive, and breathing
Breathing, the breath, of life ~
Reflecting; pondering; peering; beyond
This painting; beyonde el horizonte
Wondering, will they stand in awe?
Will they think of Me?
Shall they remember Me?
Mi amor, en la manana
En la luz del sol, of their lives? ~
Or, will time someday
A thief, come to claim....
....?Mi Creacion!....
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~ Picassos Cosmo ~
Categories:
manana, art, faith, life, lovetime,
Form:
Thoughts of wisdom.
Now grandpa was a guy
A man I held up high
Everything he told me
I knew it was no lie.
All those facts he told
While lying in his bed
Waiting for his God
To claim that he was dead.
I was twelve years old
As green as green can be
But Grandpa always said
That I could see and see.
The stories that he told,
His good one liners too
They opened up my mind
I knew that they were true.
Do you want to know
What he would converse?
Like that backward poet
He always writes inverse.
He would often say
“you are like me son,
Just like an acupuncture
A good jab well done!”
Did I know that camels
Could always find an oasis?
Like Bakers only trade a recipe
On a knead to know basis.
Sometimes you carry stress
Until you feel encumbered,
But just you watch this space
A calendars days are numbered.
There are those that seem quite lucky
But they bloody cheat.
Just you think of this
A boiled egg is hard to beat.
Never go for credit
No matter how well dressed,
For like the Exorcist
It will end up repossessed.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
It did cause a commotion,
The silly bird was oiled
A poultry in motion.
Oh, see at Xmas time
You think that time it pauses,
But watch those Santa’s helpers
There only subordinate little clauses.
As for shopping centres
I know that they do sprawl
But once you’ve seen a big one,
I think you have seen a Mall
Never be a thief
Or take a quick backhander
You’ll end up with twelve months
Just like a calendar.
Grandpa he liked baseball
And going to the gym
That baseballs getting bigger
Then the ball hit him!
When it comes to writing
Don’t get in a mess,
To write with broken pencil
It really is quite pointless.
His last conversation it really was profound
Before he climbed Gods steps,
He said “Son,
Go get my Gin and Schweppes,
Appreciate the time you have
It is only Manana,
For Time flies like an Arrow
But fruit flies like a Banana.
Cheers Grandpa.
Categories:
manana, familytime, green, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Spring, flabbergast me with your scented flowers:
show me the gracious lilies and flaboyant tulips
as they spent their time brightening lovers's eyes;
yes, open up your garden where the red sun dips,
and the voluptuous lovers hug and passionately kiss...
rising in me a desire that takes me back to youthful days!
Down the rusty path, flanked by pines and fir trees,
the blue-jay parched on the lowest branch, is quite and waits;
at exactly twelve o' clock he starts warbling as a siren wails...
we have become friends, and he inspires me to write melodies,
but without a pencil and music sheet I must retain those notes into this active brain,
until I get home and write them down while he shelters himself from he misty rain.
Spring, flabbergast me with your scented flowers:
show me the stately sunflowers and the wild roses
growing taller than any plant seen in the wind-swept wilderness
as the mariachis play their song to console a marchioness sitting in a breezy corner;
these aren't musicians found in a parade, they are peasants with colorful costumes...
soon someone will say," Alla manana, Segnora. " as the calm returns on the shore.
4/16/2012
Categories:
manana, friendship, music, nature, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Why do I have an aversion to strings on a banana
Thought to myself while relaxing on my verandah
Kinda weird I'd say
Is it just me feeling this way
Perhaps I should see a psych, well perhaps mañana
Categories:
manana, psychological,
Form:
Limerick
What tune do politicians excrete
Upon their plank to please?
Manana !
What response do husbands bleat
From a chair,at ease ?
Manana !
Categories:
manana, funny, husband, political
Form:
Epigram
Embarassing
and swiftly simple
Easy...
only a few
quips and foul jokes
swiped your soul
and you had no idea
you rubbed shoulders
with a mental giant
whose gout got out of hand
did that guy really ask
to be stabbed with a
toothpick?
I already computed the
ends and means analysis
when you said your name
and rejection of the null
was the outcome
Glad we could only entertain
each other's ears
with thinly disguised venom
and sarcasm fell off my tongue
like droplets from a
calcified faucet
"talk to you manana"
more like
never, man
"thanks for the smoke"
Categories:
manana, people, places
Form:
Free verse
Son las 4 de la manana y no puedo dormir
pensando en ti y en todo lo que a de venir
veo como el dolor enunde toda tu alma
y me duelo porque no encuentro calma
eres mi dama y todo lo demas no importa
solo quiero amarte el resto de mi vida corta
perdoname si te he fallado de palabra
o si he hecho algo que solo te causo drama
tu bien sabes que no es facil para mi
decirte que te amo y luego verte ir
te vas y entre sus brazos duermes
ya ni lo amas pero en dejarlo no te atreves
mientras tanto seguire con mis pasiones
en este triangulo amoroso de ladrones
pues me has robado el corazon entero
y en las noches eres de el por certero.
que puedo decirle al corazon ya no la ames
seria como decirle al ciervo ya no brames.
Categories:
manana, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme