Best Mo Poems
I could pound her head against a brick wall
or find some modicum of logic to install
but those would probably do no good at all
for she is filled with bitter anger and gall
Do these words portray someone you know
If I could change her attitude, I'd make it so
the world would have a much brighter glow
hold me back cuz I can't take much mo!
I've seen a few others who tried enlightening
but her mind is closed, her heart tightening
her audacity flashes like forked lightning
she's so churlish and stubborn, it's frightening
Rest your head and dream
safe and secure amidst
the bonnie heather
Where do all the great poets go?
If you ask me so, I would say, "I don't know"
There must be some hidden pain
Writing poems relieves their brain
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the river, ask the melting snow
They may say, " He was just here
With his grief - eyes full of tears"
Writing poems does not pay also
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the sun, ask the shining rainbow
They may say, " He was just here
Got caught with his write - in fear"
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the moon, ask Marugu Mo
There are problems in their life
They can't help but face the strife
Writing poems does not pay also
27.02.16
P.S. : Poet Marugu Mo, himself is a great poet and his name rhymed with my poem nicely. A great poet can only give us some idea where the others have gone, so I have used his name in the title too. My respectful greetings to Poet Marugu Mo and my dedication goes to him.
Another new friend here on the Soup
Is Mo, for her I'd jump through hoops
Lives in our capital
She's still quite rational
Couriered her way into my heart... no poop!
My country is Ireland so green.
I am it's poetry queen.
So much to admire,
my muse is on fire.
Inspired by beautiful scenes.
Today we celebrate St Pat.
I'll be wearing green for that.
Like it always would,
the craic will be good.
With my shillelagh and crooked hat.
17/03/2019
Green Humor Rhymes, Old or New for Prizes Poetry Contest
for Carolyn Devonshire.
Three little words, “I'll love you to infinity”
Okay, please don't write me a letter
I realize it's five little words but who cares
Five words are probably better
To prove the depth of my deep devotion
I'll use all the tricks in the book
Must be showing on my time-weathered mug
With this sappy dreamy eyed look
Can't help it, I look and feel like a clown
No control, you're totally to blame
A flaming passion my dear sweet Miss Mo
You're constantly fanning my flame
Guess you could call it a poem about love
Some poets are famous for this
Really not asking for no fame or fortune
Just a tender sweet hug and a kiss
Okay THREE little words then, “I love you”
Really has quite the same meaning
Thinking of yelling it from up on the rooftop
But I might get arrested for screaming!
A flaming passion my dear sweet Miss Mo
You're constantly on my mind!!!
Unsung on the world stage
Heroes of the African continent
Diverse lingo, diverse souls
Capture minds capture hearts
Most unappreciated
Their rhythm echoes
Their wisdom ancient
Music unconventional
Yet heavily intoxicating
From Papa Wemba "show me the way"
I gyrate to Kofi to Fela Gola "vita imana"
I don't have to understand
My hips do as I sway
You can go the whole night dancing to "malaika" by fadhili Williams
But don't drink too much "umqombothi"
You still have time to remember
From the shores of jazz to the apex of jazz
Hugh Masekela always eponymous
For when those hips are exhausted
a break to the sound Bembeya Jazz National "Ballake" always soothes
And the list never disappoints
There is a bite for every saccharine moment
A melody for every savory memory
A satisfactory note
Your ancients called it "engoma"
Rhythmic drums whose sounds traveled
From the eastern tip to the jungle
Now Kingoma is the apex of swahili rhythm
Your "engoma" carried across the shores
Upon many a downtrodden slaves stole
And your rhythm salve for the souls
During periods of darkness and plight
In slavery and apartheid
Through many of your children's plight
Only pleading for their rights
Sam Cooke "A change is gonna come" such delight
But you liberating spirit of "engoma"
Not confined, Cesaria Evora the barefoot diva
Dared break the bounds of boundaries
Trailblazer for your brothers and sisters
No longer a confined orphan
But a shimmering star
And now you fuse a new generation
Always so creative psquare "personally"
To Wes "Alane" to Yossur N'dor
To D'Banj to Akon, shimering stars of the continent
Your children were called the passionate ones
I agree
(My apologies! This poem is wrtten in Filipino....for my brother Edwin...i hope to translate it one day)
Noong tayoy mga bata pa...
Wala akong maalala....
Na sa akin ay nakipaglaro ka....
Pwera lang sa pagkakataong nag iisa....
Noon ay katabi kita....
Isang maliit na plastic aking nakita....
Na isinuot ko sa aking ulo hanggang mukha....
Naalala kong hindi ako makahinga....
Tulungan mo 'ko!!! Akoy nagmakaawa....
Dala na rin ng iyong pagkabata....
Ako ay iyong binalewala....
Salamat sa ating kasambahay....
Ako'y nabigyan pa ng ikalawang buhay....
Habang tayoy nagkakaedad....
Naalala kong tayo'y laging nagbababag....
Kahit mas malaki ka sa akin....
Pinapatulan kita tuwing ako ay iyong hahamunin....
Noong nag eeskwela na tayo....
Hindi ko maalalang kami'y iyong kasalo....
Sa ano mang tagumpay na iyong natamo....
Pero ni minsan hndi kami nagtampo....
Kahit na obvious naman na ikaw ang paborito
Pero aming kapatid....
Nais naming malaman mo....
Mula noon hanggang sa panahong ito.....
Akala mo lang wala pero meron meron meron....
Aming pagmamahal ay totoo....
Na Para lamang sa iyo....
Hindi man kami magsalita....
Ramdam namin kung ikaw ay masaya....
Ganun din kung ika'y may dinadala....
Sa lahat ng pagkakataon sana....
Iyong maisip na may apat na maria....
Sa iyo ay nagpapahalaga!
Ngayong singkwenta ka na....
Nawa'y nakikita mo na....
Na napakaganda ng iyong naging buhay....
Na ondoy at habagat ka man....
Nakatayo ka pa din at di bumibigay....
Panahon na para kami naman ang iyong pansinin
Ang iyong mga kapatid na pagkakaganda
O sige na nga kasama ang ating ina
Tutal nasa singapore ka!
Nampucha naman magpasalubong ka!
Sensya na hindi ko na alam
Paano tapusin ang alay na tula
Aking ilong ay nagdurugo na
Katinko ko ay simot na
Pakatandaan mo lang....
Mahal ka namin aming kuya!
Nang sa mundo ako ay nagkamulat
Sa isipan ko’y hindi ikaw ang hinangad,
Pangarap na maging ano o sino
Ang siyang sa puso ko’y namumuno.
Nang lisanin ko na ang sekundarya
Napatigil ako sa isang banda,
Bakit kaya noon kaydali mangarap?
Bakit kaya ngayon sobrang kayhirap?
Parang tinik sa lalamunan ang pagpili
Nang kursong magbibigay sayo ng galak at ngiti;
Halo-halong emosyon ang uusbong
Kahit sino-sino na lang ang tinalunton.
Mahabang panahon na ang aking ginugol
Sa pagpli ng pangarap na hindi mapupurol,
Iba’t ibang suhestiyon galing sa iba
Ngunit sa huli, ako pa rin ang magpapasya.
At nang araw ay dumating
Sa pagpasok sa paaralang Unibersidad
Tuliro ang isipan, pati ang damdamin
Ano bang kurso sa akin may kalidad?
Dumatal na ang dapithapon
Ngunit pasya ay di pa nabubuo
Litung-lito kung ano ang susundin
Si ama’t ina o aking isipan at damdamin?
Waring sana’y taimtim talagang pag-isipan
At tanawin ang mangyayari sa hinaharap
Lalong-lalo na ang gabay ni Amang Lumikha
Na siyang nagpukol sa atin ng buhay na dakila.
Sa maghapon ikaw ang laman ng isip ko
Sa gabi, sa pagtulog, ikaw pa rin ang laman ng utak ko,
Saan nga ba ako susuling, saan nga ba ako pupunta?
Hindi ko alam bakit nasumpungan kita.
Ang pag-ibig mo na nasa kabilang ibayo
Ang sarap pangarapin, maramdaman ng totoo
Ako ay lasing na sa pag-ibig mo,
Ngunit nais ko pa'ng uminom sa alak ng pagsuyo mo.
Ako ay isang ibon na nasasabik sa pugad mo
Basang-basa na sa ulan ng pagsinta mo
Nais kong sumilong, maramdaman ko ang init mo
Pesteng pag-ibig, bakit mo ako ginanito!?
Ikaw na nakaririnig sa bawat hinaing ko
Isa-isahin mo'ng himayin bawat kataga ng tula ko,
Pagkat hindi lamang sa bawat katha ng bolpen ko
Namnamin mo'ng mabuti bawat himaymay ng puso ko...
Sa panahon nating makita ang isat-isa
Tignan mo'ng mabuti ang aking mga mata,
sa bawat katagang usal ng aking bibig,
Lahat ng salitang namumutawi ay dahil sa iyong pag-ibig.
Nais kong pigilin ang bawat kong tanong
Kaya basahin mo'ng mabuti bawat salita, talata at saknong,
Na ikaw lamang ang bawat bulong
Ng puso kong pumipintig at nagtatanong.
Matikman ko lamang alak ng iyong pagmamahal
Ikukulong ko ang sarili at magpapakabanal,
Na huwag nang tumikim pa sa alak ng iba
At di na malasing sa kandungan nila.
Sa bawat tula na aking nagawa
Laman ng puso ko aking inilathala,
Ako ay maghihintay sa pag-ibig mong dalisay
Dahil nais kong malasing sa pag-ibig mong walang kapantay!
Inner Whispers
Nach Bhfuil Mo Locht
or for you English speaking people
"No Mea Culpa"
The Titanic was fine when it left Belfast
Not a blemish on Her hull, or on her deck
The crew must have done something awful
"Cause now She's a tangled twisted wreak
In mint condition, She was when She left us
We washed and polished Her to shine
Then we went to a pub, to drink some whisky
singing in a chorus, Auld Lang Syne
You can't blame us Irish for what happen
"Cause we went home and slept the night away
"The Titanic was fine when it left Belfast"
At least, that's what we Irish say
That's not MY elephant!
A spiteful conceited elephant that ran away from the circus
MY elephant provides copies of the Bill Of Rights to all 2nd graders in Macon County
Considers fund-raising possibilities of selling elephant ears at Zippy Zoo Days
The kids will bring their white elephants and we will do a Spaghetti Feed
At RATS youth ministry--Can a mouse lift an elephant?
If you want to move a heavy load you have to use force
Where would you push?
For this lesson students used a triangular piece of wood
One side labeled Rights the other Responsibilities
Drop a marble in the balance (They used a 10lb. sack of potatoes)
Its all educational
But Barbar--You wouldn't catch THAT elephant playing jazz on his trunk
Not that elephant jazz in Austin Jazz de Chang (elephant in Thai)
Playing with pink noise and changing the recipe spaghetti
Too hot for a drumstep (bootleg) from the Elephant House
While Ella singing When I See Elephants Fly gazes over Matisse
The Nightmare of the White Elephant from the jazz series
Hanging over the elephant jazz bar nu dark swing dubbles
Ella and Wave for singers a Nightmare autographed Artie Shaw
And the poet on each finger has the following written
Somebody Wanted But So Then says Clustering thats the way
To do it says Glue the stick to the hand--Fulcrum
And then gives all the brats rides on an elephant named Bubbles!
Mo Money, Mo Money
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
You can’t be motivated by money
If a man is unwilling to do more
Than paid for,
He will seldom get paid more
For what he is doing;
More money
Won’t motivate you to work harder
Or help others,
Your heart determines what you do,
Rich or poor,
The person you’ll become
Will be a twin,
To the person you are.
I woke up angry
I let the nightstand feel the wrath of my fist
My tear well had long dried
I could no longer cry
Instead I felt a strange dry
I was at a fiery place
My head was heavy and my thoughts were not straight
Things were blurry in there
Yet sharply piercing
My heart burned an eternity
A furtive glance at the old photo on the nightstand
Crumpled but the image was clearer to me than before
I felt it more
So I took the photo and shredded it into pieces
The fragments of my life lay in front of me
The life I had believed in so much
The lies I had feasted on so much
I was no longer that naiveté
No longer that foolishness
The taunts, the jibes, the cruel jokes
The let me down easy,
The you could be better if this and that
The...BAH! I didn't care anymore
Instead I blazed incessant
This day, oh this day
Would be the day
Of reckoning
This day would blaze
Everything in its wake
This day I would bury my past
The only life that knew me
The one life that destroyed me
And this day as I step out of my house
A new book of me begins...