Best Nada Poems
sometimes i hear the evening rain
i hear it in the middle of the day
the downtown bus that goes to your town
passes my office window.
i still haven’t mustered up the nerves
to jump from my building and board it.
i haven’t been able to clean your scent
from my apartment. i’ve tried.
thinking back, i realize now, you were never there
i was just a park bench you frequented for a while.
even the flowers i’d bring you would sit, until it put them in water.
i can’t stand flowers these days.
i thought i’d have the strength
to lift the blinds, to open the shutters
to let some light back into my life. i’m in the dark, blind.
who knew love could be so dangerous, so deadly?
this is the part that would make you laugh out loud
still i would do it again.
“what’s your poison" said the bartender
but how could i explain it to him?
explain that it is you.
sometimes i hear the evening rain
i hear it in the middle of the day.
I imagine myself
with my head on the table,
looking within you,
breathing you in,
with me conveying all that I want to say,
and get some answers.
We talk.
About the mundane things and the important things
Can we touch on everything and nothing,
about feeling and thinking,
with Japanese food eavesdropping?
Can't we go back to how things were,
be friends again and put the pieces back,
just try?
The end picture might look a bit askew,
but for me it's worth trying...
We laugh.
And I want to cry again right now,
for what was lost and messed up,
and because I miss you So much
I miss the sound of my own laughter,
I miss that happiness in my eyes.
They somehow went meandering
to that place called Regret Ave., cor. What-If/When St.
and still haven't found their way back to me.
They seem to be enjoying themselves there,
finding it more fun than being with me...
goes to show what good company I am these days.
They like it there because maybe reality is there,
and as for me, I never even realized
that I have wandered into
the Illusion of Nada
Where what I thought, where what I felt
was all an illusion
Or was it?
So does that negate all my wallowings?
I don't know anymore...
It felt real though. Still feels real.
But somehow, the silence that I have been meeting
has made me think, made me feel
that it was all nothing.
Somebody easily overlooked and forgettable.
An imaginary speck that made you blink for that time.
Seeing spots that made you crazy.
I can't say the same for me, though.
You are precious, far too real and unforgettable,
and I'm just here. Thankful for you, for everything
And me...
I just close my eyes, since the sadness
that can be seen there is far too real.
It's not an illusion,
because others have been seeing it,
unlike you.
And I don't want them to know why.
I am still at that table though,
fool that I am.
Waiting for laughter to return.
Chopsticks in hand,
I pick another piece of futomaki,
put a dollop of wasabi,
and close my eyes.
Lost in the pool of insignificance ...sea
Stagnent fragments of Ich und thee
Doused harranged suffocation fired
Within the forests of once
Primed
Desired
Piteous pokes at one anothers
Finger
Prints
One doth jokes yet hints
Such mallous
Scratches beneath the surface pores
Both settle up whilst
Counting scores
There is no minutes for time consuming Passion
Tis gawn with the dawn
Yawn....
Outta fashion
Outragous
That this lady should wish for more than the alchole infused clown
Go with his flow
Dragging scanties down
Bare raw bones chafed
For she who's lost with
Nada.....faith
The sensation of nothingness, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Sensacion de la nada
Consider, no matter what, even something agreeable
falls so low : in the pureness
of metaphysics, in the sublime
brightness of nothingness.
In the cubic emptiness, in the number
of fire. It’s the bonfire
which causes inanity to burn. In the centre
no wind whatsoever blows. It is the fire
pure, pure nothingness. No being inhabited by faith,
there is no extension. The reduction of the world
to a point, to a number which suffers.
Because it is hideous, a symbolical endurance,
without the uncertain material which enlivens it.
Is it the unwaveringness of suffering
in itself… Like the night
that never
would dawn.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I Am Finally Nothing,
And I like that just Fine.
I've Divested All.
It's took Quite a While.
Back in the Sunshine,
With Freedom of Mind.
I am Finally Nothing,
I Will Reside, A Long Time.
H.Elles
Total Rogue.
A chocolate split with banana
Amuses the girls in Havana
A little ice cream
Does soothe self-esteem
When missionaries shout, "Hose Anna!"
I knew a black playwright, cried in his beer
Trust me, Langston Hughes had nada to fear
My friend wrote ‘too white’
'King's English,' his plight
I advised him, “Take Ebonics, you hear?”
Venimos
Deambulamos
Y nos partimos
Eso es todo lo que sabemos.
Venimos a la tierra
Vagamos por la tierra
Y nos partimos sin nada
Sin dinero, centavos y bienes.
Decimos buenos días
Hablamos, reímos y cantamos
Y nos escapamos sin nada
Sin hermanos, sin la tierra y sin los enlaces.
PD Traducción de ‘ And We Depart With Nothing’.
Copyright © Abril 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poesía.
IF ONLY I'd had
a more holistic doctor
MAYBE now I'd be
much less inclined to grumble . . .
SOMETIMES I just want to die.
Aug. 2, 2020
for Silent One's If Only, Maybe, Sometimes Poetry Contest
Nós chegamos
Nós vagamos
E nós vamos
Isso é tudo que sabemos.
Nós viemos para a terra
Nós vagamos pela terra
E saímos sem nada
Sem dinheiro, bens e centavos.
Dizemos bom dia
Nós conversamos, rimos e cantamos
E nós fugimos sem nada
Sem irmãos, sem terras e sem vínculos.
PS Tradução de 'And We Depart With Nothing'.
Copyright © Abril 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos os direitos reservados
Hébert Logerie é autor de várias coleções de poesia.
Nada te baste
Dia depois de dia,
vamos criar palavras
renovar as esperanças
fazer já o que tem que ser feito!
— [...] Dia depois de dia
é uma razão para começar,
crescer, encontrar novos caminhos,
alcançar dentro de si e descobrir força,
compromisso e determinação.
A estrada à frente é longa e difícil,
está repleta de oportunidades;
comece o que precisa ser iniciado,
termine o que precisa terminar.
Pegue a estrada, fique na estrada.
não desista.
nada te Basta...
Hoje, e sempre
nada te baste.
Nada menos que tudo,
é o que faz acontecer.
Nada acontece
Na vida
e nos negócios
a maior parte do tempo
é tão monótona
que não há nada
a ser dito sobre isso.
Tudo o que se venha
a descrever como interessante
são exagerados
e exageros,
na esperança
de justificar sua própria existência.
Dentro de seu casulo de trabalho
ou obrigação social,
o espírito humano
adormece,
registrando
a distinção
entre prazer
e dor,
mas não tão alerta quanto fingimos.
Há períodos no dia
em que nada acontece,
e embora continuemos a exclamar:
"Eu me divirto"
ou "Estou horrorizado",
somos insinceros.
Hoje nada
Hoje tudo!
Hoje,
não quero levar nenhuma palavra até você.
Hoje, mais do que sempre,
vamos pensar como se fossemos pessoas em ação.
Hoje, mais do que nunca
vamos agir como pessoas em sonho.
Sonho sonhado “só” faz ganhar várias vezes.
Sonho compartilhado te faz ganhar sempre!
Use a imaginação planejada
para levar você a qualquer sonho
– onde quer que deseje.
Vamos fazer de hoje
O melhor dia das nossas vidas.
Hoje e sempre,
vamos celebrar a vida!
Em segundo lugar,
Celebrar que podemos ser
uma pessoa entre as pessoas.
Em terceiro lugar,
Celebrar que fazemos
o que irá perdurar,
o que fica para gerações vindouras.
Por isso
Hoje é nada
Hoje é tudo.
Nada muda
No mundo de hoje
a notícia
do fim do confinamento
não muda o mundo.
Ainda diante de nós
está o trabalho,
a disciplina,
e o sacrifício.
Para mudar algo
precisamos do poder espiritual
para fazer o trabalho,
aceitar a disciplina
fazer o sacrifício
e fazer cada vez
mais e mais.
Nada basta
Não há
nenhuma fórmula
ou método.
A prática, não é suficiente,
A ciência não é suficiente,
a religião não é suficiente,
a arte não é suficiente,
a política e a economia
não são suficientes,
nem o amor,
nem o dever,
nem a ação desinteressada,
nem, a beleza,
nem a contemplação.
Nada menos que tudo,
é o que
Faz acontecer