Best Ort Poems
The rimpledeeduggs klacklety splatt britly floaming,
Ere flamping drakkurz snazzle at elvitty gloaming;
Yon jamweezy wudderslimps gamwracks smotly crawling,
Hoytaling pagartrimps flotlessly wrothful in bawling!
Beete stell ere yethle flagorns craithen yere eise,
Ort smoothle yourn mithredoons bakk toon codry skize;
Bodryluntz quidups moost stupuddle cudgely pierdax,
And zakkertic flibboots wraithling in yert tardly tracks!
I'm Leaving (eventually)
I'm going to leave the planet
never coming back
wave you all a quick goodbye
as I vanish into black
Traverse the great elliptic
skipping the asteroid belt
on past the rings of Saturn before
you'll even know I'd left
Uranus, Neptune, Kuiper belt
ignoring Pluto as I fly
on through the icy-bound Ort cloud
waving at Voyager as I cry
Among the constellations
sail my spaceship unafraid
with my spaceman headphones
listening to your whinging fade
And when at last, there's silence
not the smallest peep
time will stop my mind grow quiet
I might finally sleep
But if I woke in my bed
and that was all a dream
I'd be awfully sad, disappointed
in the very extreme
Eine andere Art
Es ist eine andere Art
der Schönheit,
wenn mein Finger
über den Bogen deiner Braue fährt.
Dein Ellenbogen zeigt
mir das versteckte Glück,
das ich schon so oft verloren habe.
Wie ist das Sein in dem Moment,
wenn ich all die alten Farben in mir vergesse.
Deine Nägel -
weißt du -
wurden sie für mich gemacht?
Wenn du Stille mit mir teilst,
komme ich an einen Ort,
der sich durch das leiseste Flüstern
in mir auszubreiten vermag.
Und wenn deine Augen
mich dann fragen,
wie dieser Ort wohl heißen mag,
dann sagt dir mein Herz,
dass nur es von dieser namenlosen Schönheit
zu berichten vermag.
Das ist es, was wir brauchen.
Kehren wir der Distanz den Rücken.
Legen wir die Masken ab.
Zusammen!
Für die Wiederbelebung der Liebe.
Zwischen uns! Für uns! Durch uns!
N otice me when I am in a mood to
E valuate my every move!
V oice your opinion to
E scape the wrongdoing.
R eality is never given to you.
A nswers are forthcoming when you are proactive.
L itmus the acidity of recourse and the
W iser you will become.
A bsolute your environment to factive and
Y our essence is known.
S earch always the tractive shown.
S ort a basis of emotions to the depth of despair.
O rder everyone to treat each other fairly.
M ix up is disallowed.
E ffort illuminates good-well profound.
I ntense are your sentiments to unity
M agnified by your desire to be free and not just
E nthusiasms seen.
S ometimes are not a part of equanimity.
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Written 02/08/2016 in two forms Free Verse & Acrostic!
continents apart
unique souls filled with blessings
bless one another
make the globe a better place
encourage love peace joy hope
Turkish
kitalar ayri
Kutsamalarla dolu benzersiz ruhlar
Birbirini korusun
Dünyayi daha iyi bir yer haline getirin
Sevgi baris sevinç umut tesvik
Arabic
alqarrat almubaraka
alqarrat biaistithna'
alnnufus faridat maliyat barakatih
yubarik bedhm albaed
jaeal alealam makanana 'afdal
tashjie alhubb farih salam al'amal
French
Les continents bénis
continents à part
Des âmes uniques remplies de bénédictions
Bénissez-vous les uns les autres
Faire du globe un meilleur endroit
Encourager amour paix joie espoir
Chinese
dàlù fenkai
dútè de línghún chongmanle zhùfú
zhùfú bici
shi dìqiú gèng meihao
gulì ài hépíng kuàilè xiwàng
Italian
continenti a parte
anime unici pieni di benedizioni
benedica l'un l'altro
rendere il mondo un posto migliore
incoraggiare l'amore di gioia di pace di speranza
Spanish
continentes separados
Almas únicas llenas de bendiciones
Bendeciros los unos a los otros
Hacer del mundo un lugar mejor
Alentar amor paz alegría esperanza
Hindi
isake alaava mahaadveepon
anootha aasheervaad se bhara aatmaon
ek doosare ko aasheervaad
duniya ek behatar jagah banaane
protsaahit pyaar shaanti aanand aasha
German
Kontinente auseinander
Einzigartige Seelen mit Segen gefüllt
Segnen einander
Machen den Globus zu einem besseren Ort
Ermutigen Liebe Frieden Freude hoffen
Creole
kontinan apa
nanm inik ki te ranpli avèk benediksyon
beni youn ak lòt
fè glòb la yon pi bon plas
ankouraje renmen espwa lapè kè kontan
Norewign
kontinenter fra hverandre
unike sjeler fylt med velsignelser
velsigne hverandre
gjøre verden til et bedre sted
oppmuntre kjærlighet fred glede håp
Im stillen Kornfeld dort,
wo sie verborgen lag,
des Schnitters Sense,
da liegt jetzt sein Grab.
Und nur der Wind
verweht das letzte Wort,
das niemand mehr vernehmen mag.
Bezwinge deine Seele
und stiehl dich heimlich fort.
Damit nicht Angst dich quäle
an jenem stillen Ort.
Die Hoffnung gibt dir Flügel
und leiht dir auch ihr Wort.
Nun liegt nur Einsamkeit
auf deinen Schultern.
Die Ruhe vor dem Sturm
ja die erkennt du schon,
nur sie verleiht dir Kraft
ist deiner Mühen Lohn.
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In quiet grain field there,
where it lay covertly in fear,
the reaper's scythe,
there is his grave.
Only the wind
let last word drift away,
that nobody more may hear.
Defeat your soul in silent race
steal secretly away.
So that fear will not torment you
at this yet peaceful place.
Hope gives you wings
and also lend its voice
Now there lies only loneliness
upon your shoulders.
The quiet before the storm
this you will recognize,
only this gives you strength
and is your efforts' choice.
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En campo de trigo tranquilo
donde se escondía,
la guadaña segador,
se queda ya su tumba
Y sólo el viento
dispersa la última palabra,
que nadie lo puede oír más
en ningún día.
Conquista tu alma
y que te vayas escondido.
Para que el temor no te tortura
en este lugar tranquilo y perdido.
La esperanza te da alas.
También te presta su palabra
La esperanza te da alas
y te presta su palabra.
Ahora sólo soledad
queda sobre tus hombros.
La calma que precede la tormenta
sí tu la reconoces sin defensa,
y sólo te da fuerza
y es tu esfuerzo recompensa.
For Paula Swanson's "Beseech" contest:
Prose Poetry Verse:
God has given the moon the stars.
He remains a God beyond the stars!!!
A year or two ago, "Ort" was discovered in space and is where stars are formed -
yes, new stars born upon the darkest of skies ever...?
This scientific world; fascinations with what is beyond, as if "Jacobs ladder" did not
teach us all something.
Objects accidently left in space, just nuts or bolts, yet with the velocity upon
crashing upon the earth surface....?
The lovers and the lonely gaze upon these small bits of light in wonder, in comfort
It has been that way;
ponderings of the heart, the soul, and the mind~
There are as many stars in the sky as grains of sands upon the earth.
This is fact?
It is infact how the Hopi, many old scholars and cultures too, made our time, our
calendar... it is within our own peception of how we could at times perceive the
stars, and yes, "time", time, time, "I am afraid I don't have enough....!" (murmurs)
When in fact, we as humans made that!!!?
Our time, I believe is His Glorious, Lord God that provides all things to both the good
and evil, His love, we only know so little. Like a drop of water in a bucket of ALL His
Love, so, if you ponder to the stars tonight, shed a tear, for some will fall instantly,
many a day; Our Lords magnificence.....goes on and on, and His wrath will come.
Blessed starlight... these bits of light, how I do admire your gestures to the
illuminations of the moon so high, and we awake; another breath~ a Sun!!!!
Echoing in my sanity that is on solid rock~?
~
God bless everyone in the world, please keep our families, our loves safe, within
these times, it is difficult. amen
God, thank you for your Son! Praise to you, Oh Father, Most High
Praises!!!
The hunger
Horrendous afternoon, breeze chose to be still
Dilapidated hut in the midst of the hill
Frail and fragile sat she at the threshold
Crying baby in lap about an year old
Both wrapped in rags covering their bony frame
Emaciated and starved, whose game to blame?
Small patch of green on which they grew little grain
Fell prey to pests and the failed rain
Her Man had left with a vow to return with food
Three months had elapsed, broken vow for no good
All these days, she with some hope, had waited
With dried tubers and kernels hunger demon satiated
Followed long week leaving empty- stomach, barren- hearth
Devastated she sobbed, Oh! Father, why such a birth?
Famished sans energy whenever she slipped into sleep
Ort and broken bread-crumbs in her dream creep
Rumbled their stomachs like the mighty thunder
Nightmare all day showed this hunger monster......
His cruel voice, she heard him say, hey lady dare not gainsay
You are poverty-struck, helpless, I have shut all your way
He boasted, I am mightier than the prayers and stronger than all power
You better let me feast as I pounce on you both to devour
Imperious demon, I know for sure you won’t spare us, she said
I have failed as a mother to feed my child, I deserve to be dead
Weepy she said, I quit, I feel lost, I feel abandoned, I surrender
And prayed that this world be delivered from the pangs of hunger
Slowly, her child’s cry was embracing deafening silence
Tears kept flowing down, she was feeling fragile and lifeless
All of a sudden, she could see someone walk towards her
Her Man! Timely! words kept! Came like a saviour
Saved his lady and child from the draconian hunger!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
His name’s John, but they call him Jack
Got gamblin’ in his veins
He cowboys for the Lazy D
An’ plays cards when it rains
The other thing that’s in his blood
Is women tall or short
He loves ‘em either way it seems
Don’t matter if he ort
One rainy Monday just last fall
They both came together
He found her dealin’ cards in town
He loved rainy weather
He said,” Young beauty, deal them cards,
I aim to do two things.
Take yor’ money then you to bed
Afore the rooster sings.”
She said,” Young stud, count your silver
After you’ve played awhile
May not find yourself so cocky –
See if you wear a smile.”
Well, she was buxom as they say
Had two buttons open
His eyes kept wanderin’ from the cards
Lookin’ there an’ hopin’
He was lookin’, she was dealin’
From bottom, top and middle
Took his money and IOU’s
Didn’t leave a little
He woke up as the rooster crowed
An’ gazed at all she had
Then kissed her on her ruby lips
“Rainy Mondays ain’t so bad.”
How do they do It? …….. By Peter Onyancha
I do not know.
They have been hungry for decades
Not an ort, piecemeal patience
The minister said, they should fast!
For the satisfying answer.
I heard a sound
lilting like reed pipes
wending through air
grown heavy in dusklight
sultry and organic
rising from behind
a pasture heavy with
coarse hairs and droppings
horses and their liquid eyes
shedding winter coats
(and masticated oats)
even they know
they're only scenery
with withers to the wood line
as a shadow rocks
hypnotic rhythm timed
to cicadas and honeybees
a man
a man who sings to bees?
rushing to challenge
a stranger in the yard I find
him hatless in the swirling
humming to himself
to the hive
to the dusk
to his dark leather shoes
turned just slightly away
profiled yet indistinct
wordlessly he sings
to wounded hearts
wistful hopes
futures lost
and silently I lie down beside
wild onion, cooling grass
listening to the rhythm
deeply thrumming on the comb
modulated voice, concert of a soul
ort of treble, rumbled bass
and opening my eyes I see
no man
no music
only bees
and me.
Holds
Each love
Anchored with
Reflections years
Tint
Sweet
Port keeps
All those loved
Cherished 'till time
Ends
... CayCay
March 17, 2019
her face was empty
she was empty
he was nothing
they were empty
empty was their love
nothing were their souls
nothing would take it all away
empty it all away
and find nothing there but what is yours
His voice was nothing
her hands were empty
they were
When empty replaces nothing
when something is an item ort a feeling
when nothiong becomes something
when empty is fulfilled
you will see all your wishes
and all my desires
and drain those away and replace the questions with answers
For empty replaces Nothing
nothing replaces empty
i was empty now replaced
replaced with something
and something gave me everything
To craft a poem short,
one that cavorts,
holds court,
exhorts,
perhaps retorts
of sort
and not resort
to ***ort:
a sport
that does comport
in support
of a certain forte.
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H/T to Maurice Rigoler's The Art of the Short Poem
His name's John, but they call him Jack.
The boy's got gamblin' in his veins.
He cowboys and don't give no slack,
But he plays poker when it rains.
The other thing that's on his mind
Is women, whether tall or short.
He just loves 'em all - either kind,
And it don't matter if he ort.
One dreary day not long ago
The rain brought them both together.
She was dealin' in El Paso,
And he loved the rainy weather.
"Young beauty deal them cards," he said.
"Today I aim to do two things -
Take your money then you to bed
Before that big red rooster sings."
Well, she was buxom as they say -
Had her two top buttons open.
His eyes wandered up there to stay,
Just lookin' around and hopin'.
He was lookin' she was dealin'
From the bottom, top and middle.
Took the money he was pealin' -
Didn't even leave a little
He woke up as the rooster crowed,
Lazily gazed at all she had.
Said he admired all that she showed -
Then smiled,"One out of two ain't bad."
6/27/2017
For contest Form R for Broken Wings