Best Mongolian Poems
[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ]
Launched over ages of primaeval forces
my nomadic ancestry calls out to me
winds howl driven over rolling hills
atop a ridge of rugged mountains
beyond vestiges of the long silk road
the Mongolian empire looks back at me
the spirit of the great Genghis Khan
runs feral forever through my veins
Mongolia and its harsh wilderness
its barren lands its haunted past
drumming echoes of summoned spirits
unleash the wrath of heaving heavens
I’m more than hoodlum with a vision
I’m a rebel at the helm of my said destiny
My brothers and I are born of a lineage
that’s jagged ruthless rich and proud
fierceness and freedom integral to our dna
we’ll defend our land and way of life
with brute strength and sheer intimidation
in spilled blood we write our history
come hell highwater feast or famine
the spirit of the great Genghis Khan
runs feral forever through our veins
We’ll round up the horses
and harness voracious winds
go out protect and safeguard at all cost
wave our swords and in hearts instill fear
cast our thunder over hills and valleys
earn respect for our ancestors’ inherited land
a kingdom conquered piecemeal by our warlord
father to our people and to our nation vast
A deep longing larger than life compels me
to preserve my legacy against betrayal and conspiracy
dark alliances with sights on pillaging and plundering
no more brutal bloodbaths and massacres
neo-medieval Mongol tribes and clans united
The spirit of the great Genghis Khan
feral through my veins forever runs
and that’s the Mongolia that calls on back to me
Read on air by invitation ~ May 30, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd plance 2022, 3rd place 2020, Front Page Pick 2022
Submitted on May 26, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE V sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
mongolian, character, courage, culture, history,
Form:
Free verse
Hour ago raised the morning sun
The eastern army outnumbers the hussars fifteen to one
The battle has began
Hussar horses with thousand thundering hooves begun their run
Eastern army cannons and muskets will discharge
As the hussars push forward in awe inspiring charge
Before the muskets and cannons can recharge
The front of the hussar left wing is at large
The lances pierce through musketeers like a storm
The hussar charge starts spread far apart then single column like a spear it will form
Into one group of two different colors two groups previously separated will transform
The hussar charge is deep in the musketeers’ ranks the each commander his king will inform
The sea of lances comes down like avalanche or volcanic rain
The furry of battle is insane
Impaled warriors sometimes six all at once cry in pain
How could things look so bad for musketeers at those odds is hard to explain
It is the horses of hussars that caused musketeer breakdown
The horses that were mixes of Mongolian blood with that of the once bread by the crown
Mesmerizing is the speed with which hussars their enemy have cut down
And despite of larger enemy force it is the musketeers that in the blood would drown
It is those magnificent horses that hussars have bred
It is the speed that enemy would come to dread
Some horses were chestnut almost red
Some were colored like a puzzle white patches yet black head
Some white and some black like the night
Like hybrid horses hybrid number defines sun’s morning light
Normal horizon is destiny of Gods that mage would incite
So with hybrid number as horizons just imagine power of its sun’s light
But that power is mind not the soul
And it is black stallion with visage as deep as the soul
Dark means deep and stallion is black as coal
He represents the deepest essence of free unbound soul
Categories:
mongolian, fantasy, horse, war,
Form:
Rhyme
What makes us beautiful is not color,
But just a handsome heart and an effulgent cerebrum,
So as much as we dwell in this world,
We are one blood each with only a soul,
So folks let’s stroll away from our domains,
To the palatial planet we dwell in,
Which has different races; Caucasian, Mongolian, Negroid among others,
With different ambient, languages and ethos!
But that doesn’t halt us from drinking from the same river,
Because we are all Jehovah’s semblance!
And we are all children of the earth,
Who didn’t choose our own races,
Neither did our parents nor great grandparents!
So let’s just fuse as kin and kith,
No matter where we are, or come from,
We are all coherent!
We are one blood.
We are all human beings,
Who have souls and shadows!
And we all pass on,
When it’s our time to rest in peace!
Africa, America, Antarctica, Asia, Australia and Europe
We are one,
And we wear the same uniform.
Colors are just layers
Categories:
mongolian, africa, america, arabic, color,
Form:
Bio
Waking to the call to prayer near a Turkish mosque
Blowing “bonjour” to passersby in chic, classy France
Nibbling cheese on a snow-capped mountaintop in Switzerland
Printing footsteps across the linen snow in Siberia
Singing with the birds on the Mongolian grasslands
Gathering simple smiles along a street in Indonesia
Strutting past all the windows down Fifth Avenue
Dancing with the pouring rain in the Amazon
Inhaling the love swirling in the Darling Harbour breeze
Planting kisses on the sparkling gems of Angola
Tasting the spice-laced air in a crowded market of Morocco
Leading a weary camel through the desert of Arabia
Then near the end of the day I
Wade across the Red Sea to catch
The sunset on the golden Egyptian sand and
Lay back to count the stars
With my head against a date palm tree
Somewhere in the silent darkness of Afghanistan.
Categories:
mongolian, adventure, imagination, life, natureprayer,
Form:
Free verse
Kokoda Ten Shilling note.........................
Johnno had been out a tracking Japanese , in Kokoda's , misty green...
It was 1942, smell of death, slaughter so obscene.......
Suddenly two Japanese appeared, Don fired and death was there.......
Just pointed the old Tommy gun, two bursts two bodies, yair.....(aussie yeah)
Don checked the Officer first and found a ten bob note....
Invasion money for Australia , in case you didn't know it?.......
Bertie had wounded another Japanese, a big Mongolian type....
He was kneeling saying the Lords prayer, Bertie smashed his skull to tripe....
Brains splattered up Dons back as he found the ten bob note....
And Bertie muttered 'we're here to kill Jap's ' checking the pockets of his coat....
.45 was old Tommy gun, one or two in a Japanese brisket....
And Death appeared as cruel and hard as the Aussie Army biscuit....
After that Don went alone to find the enemy line....
Treading carefully sniffing the breeze, for the hay smell, Jap divine.....
Drover Dick wanted a prisoner, to talk of old Tojo...(Colonel Dick Marson)
But they mostly died in a bayonet fight or a bullet made em slow.....
You heard the little rattle as the Japanese loaded a bullet....
And after 5 shots from his Arisaka , fixed bayonet you just knew it....
Bayonet parry or a butt slap, spike him quick as you will....
To spill your blood hes coming, stop the bugger with a 45 cal. pill.....
Don Johnson .written Anzac day 2010...Anzac Day when we remember our war dead...
as Don Johnson of the 2/25th Battalion said of Kokoda the butcher shop.
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Categories:
mongolian, wardeath, old, day, death,
Form:
Ballad
Where once samurai roam with katanas on the side
Where now electromagnetic trains glide
Where tsunami comes with a tide
In Japan sun has raised silver blue moon to hide
The sun goes on to Mongolian plane
Sometimes fallowing airplane
As it looks at saiga antelope its heart is filled with pain
There were once so many of them on the plane
It stops by Primoyre
It looks upon when Siberian tiger will snore
It already glided through Australia’s shore
In Syria it caresses with its light crusaders’ castles from ancient lore
As the zenith comes it is shining upon pharos tomb
Because of its light this tomb
This pyramid for a soul is a womb
On the way through Europe it saw sage bloom
As it flies through the ocean sunset is a dream
The orange and violet beauty of sunset will gleam
Below it in ocean sharks and whales will swim
Antigravity boats will one day replace motor boats as they replaced ones powered by steam
Now the sun is above Great lakes
It traveled long distance from the moment it wakes
As it looks down at children eating cakes
It marvels at their innocence yet wonders what each later of the world makes
As it goes to Alaska it also stops by the Golden Gate Bridge
It admires men who build it with skill and courage
But it knows that even though for long time will last the bridge
It is nothing compared to counter balance to life that created sun’s visage
Categories:
mongolian, fantasy, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
The state of Mongolia is now Russia free
With the collapse of the Soviet Union you see
And a sense of nationalism is now the deal
And it has led to a right wing politics feel
They have Nazis now parading with a Swastika made
With black uniforms and SS badges that will not fade
Adolf Hitler is worshipped as a great man
Thought about in their new nationalistic plan
It is seen as an anti-foreigner sentiment
With the swastika an Asian sign without lament
But is it a country struggling with its own identity
When all they want is a country of their own to be free.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
mongolian, world,
Form:
Ballad
Three young kids sit on the double swing
In nearby woods nightingale will sing
As kids swing on the swing
They talk about everything
They talk about adventures in distant places
Light of joy lights up on their faces
To the south tropical beaches
To the north cold breezes
The animals like polar bear in frozen tundra
Mongolian death worm in distant Asia
Wolves chasing caribou following the alpha
Komodo dragon, ropen from New Guinea, and Indian king cobra
View from the swing is far towards north, south, east and west
Each of brothers will have his own quest
The swing is place where they will rest
As they will expand their families crest
The swing reaches far to the air to great expanse
The vastness of that expanse
Makes children’s young souls with joy dance
It is like a dream a romance
But as fresh air reaches the lungs the vision inside it will turn to transcendence
The vision of to universe counterbalance
The spirit that will begin as one writing universe laws and end in brilliance
Equal radiance at the end from base and planetary destiny absolute eminence
In worlds most distant waters children want to swim
But for now let them dream
Swing so small so large to a child will seem
They will remember the wonder years when one day they realize their dream
Categories:
mongolian, adventure, fantasy, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Dying in Bolehland
MURDER SHOCKER: TEENAGE GRANDSONS OF PROMINENT ANALYST ARRESTED OVER CRADLE CEO’S KILLING
??????????
Hohoho....
The many ways to die, they are all happening here in Bolehland...
Cradle Fund head honcho, supposedly an accidental fire death....
Set off by a faulty charging phone in the dead of the night....
But he had had an archery puncture wound in his neck...
Now, of all people, his teenaged stepsons are picked up...
Their father and mother, now the grieving widow, they are arrested...
What a tangled web of deceit must have been weaved.....
In the household of the deceased, a CEO of a fund company...
There are other shocking ways to die, you'll find them here....
In Bolehland, your life can stop prematurely when you stop at a traffic light .....
Bang, bang, bang! You can be a bullet ridden corpse at the wheel...
The killers, they wheeled away on a motorbike, quick as they can...
Some poor chap got called up to MACC towers for questioning...
Only for some mysterious gusts of wind blew him to his death down below...
Yet another unlucky dead, he was found embedded in a drum of concrete....
The most famous of all, more than a decade later to the day...
A glamorous Mongolian girl was killed and get blown to smithereens...
By C4 explosives and the long suffering father has no remains to grief over...
Yeah, these are but some of the creative ways to die in real life in Bolehland...
There are many other ways to take leave from this earth...
And here in Bolehland, these are a few of the creative ways That happened...
It is time the creative script writers of Hollywood take notice...
Hohoho....
Categories:
mongolian, anxiety, community, irony, murder,
Form:
Free verse
The time spent thinking up these rhymes,
could be put to better use.
I could learn a language, or DIY the house.
Maybe learn to fly a plane, or sail across the sea,
or walk across the Gobi, and drink Mongolian tea.
I could learn to play piano,
it can't be all that hard,
after all, I used to play tin whistle,
when I was just a lad.
There must be lots of activities,
I'm not too old to learn,
like playing tennis, keeping fit,
I've got some fat to burn.
But, Hey, you're no Spring chicken,
my dear wife likes to say,
Sit in your chair, put the blanket round,
and balance this tea tray.
I suppose I'll just keep dreaming,
of things that I could do,
or maybe write ideas down,
and make a rhyme or two.
Categories:
mongolian, dream, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
His online persona was dung
All those one-star reviews really stung
He got him an agent
improved his engagement
changed his name to Attila the Hung
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H/T to Hun Bunny by Rico Leffanta
Categories:
mongolian, humor,
Form:
Limerick
one's from japan
one's from ukraine
one is from turkey
two are from spain
one speaks portuguese
another korean
two speak mongolian
though none speak armenian
one likes thick coffee
another aromatic tea
one tokes up on a hookah
one fancies me
one's here on a visa
a second's an asylee
three are new immigrants
for them nothing's free
one was a surgeon
one a head nurse
a third was a physicist
here they'll do worse
one's here alone
two got divorced
three are now roomates
to split the rent, perforce
one gets splitting headaches
another the chills
a third is congested
so many are ill
one is quite homesick
one could care less
another's family disowned her
her life's a big mess
all are my students
so eager to learn
to improve their 'poor English'
~ there's money to earn
Note: The students all think, to a man/woman, that their English is "poor." It's not. International students are 'driven,' and in more than a few cases their English borders on excellent...At worst, it's functional...
Categories:
mongolian, america, international, language, student,
Form:
Rhyme
HE READ WHAT WOULD BE CALLED THE
"ROLL CALL OF CHAMPIONS"
THE COMPANY NAMES THAT COMPRISE
THE TALUS, AND THE SANCTIONING BODIES
THAT RECOGNIZED THE TALUS CHAMPION AS
THE PREMIER CHAMPION IN WRESTLING
THE PRESTIGE OF HOLDING THE MOST
PRESIGESES PRIZE IN THE WORLD!
......KENTUCKY CHAMPIONSHIP
......THE CANADIAN CHAMPIONSHIP
......SOUTH ASIAN WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......ALL FRANCE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......MEXICAN WRESTLING ELITE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NEW BRAZILIAN WRESTLING CROWN CHAMPION
.....THE GREAT NORTHWEST WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
....... NEW CHINA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING
.......BRITISH GOLDSTONE TROPHY
......ALABAMA WORLD PRIZE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......NEW YORK STATE AND JERSEY SHORE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NEW GROUND APPALACHIAN CHAMPION
......HOLLYWOOD WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......CUBA NATIONAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
......AMERICAN WRESTLING ALLIANCE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
....NEW GUINEA ALL PRO WRESTLING MERCHANT CHAMPIONSHIP
......MARYLAND FIGHT PRIZE CHAMPIONSHIP
....... ALL TEXAS NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD TITLE AND MEXICO CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
......PUERTO RICO WORLD WRESTLING COUNCIL WORLD WIDE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.......sOUTH AFRICAN AND UNIFIED EGYPT CHAMPIONSHIP
.....RUSSIAN NATIONAL WRESTLING COUNCIL CHAMPIONSHIP
....MONGOLIAN WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING TITLE
....INDIA NATION NATIONAL WRESTLING TROPHY
....GERMAN WRESTLING AFFILIATE "CROWN OF WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
WORLD WIDE WRESTLING'S WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
THESE ALL COMPRISE WHAT WE RECOGNIZE THE WORLD OVER AS THE TALUS CHAMPION THE ULTIMATE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
............................................................................................................................................................................................................................
THIS WAS TO CALL ATTENTION TO THE STAKEHOLDER MEETING IN CANTON OHIO TO FINALIZE THE SCHEDULE FOR THE TALUS CHAMPION AND HIS OPPONENTS. tHEY WERE SEARCHING FOR AN INDEPENDENT COMPANY TO SANCTION THE MATCHES FROM STATE TO STATE AND COUNTRY TO COUNTRY
Categories:
mongolian, adventure, appreciation, drink, encouraging,
Form:
Chant Royal
Foraging through time's annals
Peering through the faded panels
Catching a glint through corroded channels
Seeking the sallowing bridges to re-enamel
Shuffling along desert lanes beaten down by Assyrian
chariot trains
Walking subsumed Royal Persian road, linking cultural
chains
Striding through exhumed Alexandrian cities'
ethnocentric strains
Strolling pebbled Roman boulevards accentuated by
aqueduct drains
Riding the Mongolian steppes listening to the murderous
refrains
Traipsing through gold-crowned Ottoman mosques
sprouting Christian veins
Lumbering penitently along Via Dolorosa grasping
sacrificial blood stains
Categories:
mongolian, history
Form:
Rhyme
Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within *****sapien zoo
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally
custom designed invisible prison self made,
thus wishing to don persona
of such an éminence grise
as Jawaharlal Nehru,
and trumpet courteous helloo
before bidding kith and kin
and fellow humans permanent adieu.
When out of the blue
methinks I hear a voice which intones do
please try a healthy dose - Mister Fitzhugh,
a Louisiana creole speciality touted
as psychological cureall within Hangzhou
capital of Zhejiang sheng (province), China
where amidst bustling businesses as usual
happens to live animated cartoon
caricature, whose modesty peddling
holistic and homeopathic
(interestingly enough) Asian Jew,
who many neighboring residents
thought said long in the tooth occupant loo
duck criss cause he exhibited inhibition,
hence nonestablishmentarian fella
in their (others) netview
hashtagged snake oil salesman
buzzfeeding gullible poo
courtesy legendary secret formula
comprising his mumbo jumbo
chicken gumbo soup,
our mutual friend Dumbo
doth heartily broker
entrancing kickstaring rendezvous
panacea as genuinely true
but aforenamed solitary wordsmith
also incorporates voodoo
to scare away mailer daemons
all the way to Xanadu
located (courtesy Google)
in the modern-day Zhenglan Banner
in inner Mongolia on southeastern edge
of the Mongolian plateau
The city founded as first capital
of Kublai Khan, the leader
of Mongol Borjigin clan
who founded Yuan dynasty that ruled
most of modern-day China,
Korea, and its surrounding areas.
Categories:
mongolian, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme