Best Pita Poems
My Gift to My Love
There are so many silly gadgets to buy,
clothes or videos for you.
Never mind all that silliness!
Am sending me, to you, I will be
your Christmas Rose, your happiness.
Coming in a simple,red velvet box with
a gold gigantic bow.
And covered with stars and a silver
medallion, engraved,'Romios', you know.
My long dress of rosettes, was designed
just for you.
As a sign of my scentual,eternal love, too.
So have the chilled Mavrodaphne ready.
Grape leaves, taramosalata, anchovies
and grilled Pita bread, too.
Just be certain you are warm and ready.
Have enough, am counting on you!
After all, whenever I am with you my heart
rules my head.
I get lost in the stars,I see in your eyes.
And the warmth of your lips,
Better than all moonbeams in the sky!
11/5/2019
I get up early at the crack of dawn
Gotta see my babe ‘fore she’s dressed and gone
Daylight peekin thru the window blind
Me and that gal get to feeling fine
The crack of dawn, nothin’s wrong
My baby starts shakin when I sing her that song
The crack of dawn is my favorite thing
I get inspire-ation and it makes me sing
Makes me want to sing my favorite song
About stuffin that muffin at the crack of dawn
The crack of dawn is the finest way
For shakin, up wakin, up every day
Pushin that cushion at the crack of dawn
Wake it up, shake it up, all day long
It’s Mabel on the table in the afternoon
Chiquita finds pita by the early moon
Shagin in the wagon don’t turn me on
We got to get up early at the crack of dawn
Two legs over, three eggs up
Mix it up, fix it, in a coffee cup
Shake that bacon up, shake that pan
Shake my belly up, man oh man
Baby said daddy you’re a big old jerk
She’s still shakin and late for work
Keep it to the right and hold on tight
I wanta see my shake-it-up home tonight
Gotta get outa town ‘fore the days is done
Gotta get more chicken, oughta to get it done
Gonna see my bade at the crack of dawn
Gonna get more shakin, gonna get it done
Dawn-der-deen won’t you be my queen
I like it when you shake it like a wash machine
Be my queen, be my rose
Shake it like a chicken, when the rooster crows
Rooster crows at the crack of dawn
Got to see my babe ‘fore she’s up and gone
Up and gone, she’s up and gone
Choke that chicken, she’s up and gone
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Dedicated to Sheldon and his Girlfriend Dawn
PITA BREAD
Go in the Portal to read.
It is just a vestibule to perceive, to conceive, to form beliefs, to establish creeds.
This world is in a make-believe that government is to bring subordinates to their knees.
They lack the power to achieve the leadership they seek.
Inform yourself that you are not that weak.
You will accomplish eradication of cruelty in the Middle East.
A man must be for his cause.
He must depict his adversaries to move forward.
When he is for what is right, you see the passion in his eyes.
No one has suggested a greater faith.
The beheadings, the amputations, the etcetera is annihilation.
Injustice atrocities will not bring structure but constructive abomination of the people
that conducts the killings.
A man, a woman, and a child will become extended by the God they believe in.
A change must come in the Middle East.
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Penned 02/22/2015!
pandhari majhe maher
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
chandrabhagechi vaat
kaivalyacha jaisa thaat
vitthal majhee maatha
aani tochi maajha pita
pandhari majhe maher
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
khoop dis jhaale pahooni
tujhya dwari bheti yeuni
tu tari kasa visarla mala
asa kon bhakt milala tula
aajoba maajhe paayi aale
aani tujapasi kayam rahale
pahije re
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
aajoba maajhe pahije re
DO NOT FORGET
Your wired mind larger than Arabia
like a continent shrouded with beauty and rage,
I imagine you recalling the gush from Indian winds
the taste salted by curry fragrance
as your mouth drolls two languages,
till lashes of day forget night’s kiss...
Oh, but do not forget how desert sands
whisper your songs, to drain your troubles
on pita of seed-blessed lawns,
your eyes traveling across gentle sky
and down below, see the jasmines
naming your dreams
upon child-woman’s feet...for life-light
sparks in your womb, breath swelling
a prayer around moist dew... and here,
through love for self and kin, you are safe
within the overflowing beads
of a tranquil moon ; your mouth
a garden of bright joys unseen
that even in ruins of wired mind,
your breath shines among rocks...
Oh, do not forget the 'I' in your life.
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Yasmin is a talented poet. She is
from India but works hard in Saudi Arabia;
direly missing her family most of the time..
I hope she comes back-- she left Poetry Soup
a year ago due to the strain in her life.
Here is one of Yasmin's lines:
" Floundering, groping for a rational return..."
Contest, Silent One's Tribute
6/30/2013
Puso ko'y doble - kara nang mahalin kita
natutong umasam, magtiwala sa tamis ng iyong pagsinta,
subalit nabahiran ng pangamba at kawalang pag-asa
nang ako'y umibig, puso ko'y nahati sa dalawa!
Puso ko'y doble - kara kapag nakikita kita, sinta
lumulukso ang puso, ngumingiti't masaya,
ngunit kapagdaka'y nababalot ng lungkot, lumuluha
hindi ka maabot at mayakap, bakas ang pait sa mukha.
Puso ko'y doble - kara, kulay ay nagdadalawa
nag-uumapaw ng walang kapantay na matingkad na pulang-pula,
napakadilim naman kapag nasasaktan na't pait ay nalalasahan
tila hinuhugot sa kailaliman, binabalot ng itim ang pusong sugatan!
Puso ko'y doble - kara sa pagtibok, walang tigil, tumitipa
bumubilis ang pintig, tila hinahabol ang paghinga,
nanghihina naman at tumitigil sa hampas ng iringan
tila puso'y hapo, ayaw nang umandar, hangad lagi ay paglisan.
Puso ko'y doble kara, nagmamalupit kapagdaka
pilit nakikibaka, nakikituligsa sa di masang-ayunang paksa,
nakikiayon naman ito kapag nahimasmasan na
at nahinuhang may punto naman at maaari pa'ng isalba.
Puso ko'y doble - kara, sa pagmamahal matiyaga
pilit umuunawa sa kamalian at pagpapakita ng pagkalinga,
ngunit napapagod din sa di maiwasang pangungulila
nakakapanghina at ibig na huminto't ipagwalang bahala!
Puso ko'y doble kara, tigib sa pagsuyo't pagsinta
isinisigaw ang walang kupas at wagas na sumpa,
nababalot naman ito na paghahangad at pagnanasa
sa pita ng laman, sumasang -ayon at nakikiisa!
Ahhh...Isaisahin ko man ang dahilan ng pagiging doble-kara
wala nang hahalaga pa sa pintig ng puso'ng umaasa,
na tuluyang makamtan kahit mahirap ang magmahal
hindi laging masaya, ang magmahal ay mahirap pala!
Puso ko'y... DOBLE - KARA nga ba?
Inner Whispers
We never had a gap year when I attended school
Now when I meet those that did, I feel such a fool
While I rushed to get my grades and a job of work
Others lay in bed till noon studying the art of shirk
That must be the reason why in the present day
I seem not to understand a word that the kids say
Like kool and awesome omg laters and cu
Who is Vivienne Westwood or bloody Jimmy Choo
Is Armani Junior child of Monnalisa and Ralph Lauren
What do I say when I’m asked if I come here Ofn
I’m told I have an ata2ud and that I dhac
They say that I’m 404 to goi and that they won’t bcnu
I’m told to go and gal not to be a pita
I just can’t seem to understand a single word they say
There seems no sense no reason to all those words I hear
Would I comprehend or understand if I’d had that gap year
TEXTSPEAK ( Translation)
We never had a gap year when I attended school
Now when I meet those that did, I feel such a fool
While I rushed to get my grades and a job of work
Others lay in bed till noon studying the art of shirk
That must be the reason why in the present day
I seem not to understand a word that the kids say
Like cool and awesome oh my God see you later and see you
Who is Vivienne Westwood or bloody Jimmy Choo
Is Armani Junior child of Monnalisa and Ralph Lauren
What do I say when I’m asked if I come here often
I’m told I have an attitude and that I don’t have a clue
That I’m clueless, to get over it and that they be seeing you
I’m told to go and get a life not to be a pain in the ass
I just can’t seem to understand a single word they say
There seems no sense no reason to all those words I hear
Would I comprehend or understand if I’d had that gap year
I.
Matapos ang pagsabog ng 'yong alindog,
Mayro'ng ingay'ng sa paarala'y pumutok,
Walang anu- ano, ang laya' y nasugpo.
Silid nati'y nagkakulay at napuno.
II.
"Dito sa bandang hilaga ng likuran,
Sa layo'y patayo kitang tinutunghan,
Tahimik 'kong puso mo'y sinusumpaan
Ng pagmamahal ." Kung nauulinigan...
III.
Kung nababatid mo rin, o, aking pita,
Sa kaumiran ng bibig ko'y may pasya.
Ito'y, "Ang utak at puso'y itataya!
Magbabanat- buto nang ibigin sana.”
IV.
Katipunan ng talastas na 'lang ingay
Ay pinagtitibay nang pagtat’as- kamay.
Kung nababatid o kaya'y naririnig,
Liban sa Diyos, ang saksi'y itong silid.
chat patois certainly not a pita stuffed to a naan to scoop
fingers to speak the food to **** on a cliff and rub an ass
not a mesa here we have toilet to use a brain of a stone age
smile I was never constipated the sushi and cheese
let's craze the kale and the cleanse with maple syrup and why not
a flush of cards to send you to hell as the sun will rise
Mind, intellect ego, nor echoes they spell,
Nor sense of hearing, speech, nor of smell,
Nor am I earth, fire, air, nor yet space,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Nor vital Life-force, nor five breath fields,
Seven essences, nor five body shields,
No limbs of action make what me is,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Likes nor dislikes, I’ve greed, nor fantasy,
Pride nor conceit, envy nor jealousy,
Nor any pursuits of life do I miss,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Happiness nor sorrows, virtue nor vice,
Chants, pilgrimage, Vedas nor sacrifice,
Food nor fondness, nor one that relishes,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
I’ve Death nor doubt, nor faith in wombs of worth,
Father nor mother nor I’ve any birth,
Kin, friend, guru nor disciples on earth,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
One alone, shape nor size, nor form any,
Pervasive, rife everywhere, in senses,
I’ve freedom, nor bondage, peace, poise is me,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
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From aatma shatakam or nirvaana shatakam, six verses on atman, written by Shankaracharya of 8th century CE. Transliteration of the Sanskrit text is given here:
manah-buddhi-ahamkara-chittani na aham,
na cha kshotra-jihve na cha ghrana-netre |
na cha vyoma bhumih na teja vayuh
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||1 ||
na cha prana-sanjnyah na vai pancha-vayuh,
na va sapta-dhatuh na va pancha-koshah |
na vak pani-padau na cha upastha-payu
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||2 ||
na me dvesha-ragau na me lobha-mohau,
madah na eva me na eva matsarya bhavah |
na dharmah na cha arthah na kamah na mokshah,
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||3 ||
na punyam na papam na saukhyam na duhkham,
na mantrah na tirtham na vedah na yajnyah |
aham bhojanam na eva bhojyam na bhoktah
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||4 ||
na me mrtyu-shanka na me jati bhedah,
pita na eva me na eva mata na janma |
na bandhuh na mitram guruh na eva shishyah
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||5 ||
aham nir-vikalpah nir-akara-rupah,
vibhuh vyapya sarvatra sarva indriyanam |
sada me samatvam na muktih na bandhah,
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||6 ||
Translations |05.08.2021|
field of windmills
thick, wool and warm
fireside...
Sunday
flowers......
silly friends
autumn to winter
sad smiles...
hummus with pita
bab ganoush
pumpkin soup
7am.
green memories
that change regularly
Murphy's law
side by side
in a cave with Nick
you wouldn't understand
how tired I feel
you can not translate the pain
Whole wheat and pita.
French, white, rye, and tortilla.
And pumpernickel.
Aroma wild, Rosemary
Lamb shanks and onions
Carrots, bay leaves, potatoes,
Ample garlic cloves
Add origami
Pita Bread
Wow!
Poem Contest 2025/04/24
Sponsor:Tania Kitchin
Spinach pie and feta cheese
And grape leaves stuffed with rice
Formed the basis for a lunch
That really was so nice.
Eggplant dip, tzatziki sauce
And salad, smartly dressed
And served with olives; who could ever
Sit there unimpressed?
Sliced up chicken, pita bread
Plus other dips and cheese
Made a meal which all could see
Was meant to sate and please.
Of course, there also was dessert
And snacky treats before,
The kind of food that fills you up
But still, you eat some more.
So thank you, Pam, my hostess friend,
For starting off my week
With a lovely luncheon, filled with dishes
Tasty, fresh and Greek!
Malignant Black Snakes and Spiders Attack From Hell
Sweet little girl smiles on the soft sunny day
Plays with pillows on sofa beds
Bright powder blue eyes follow patterns of colorful butterflies
She runs to greet them
The pita-pat pita-pat over crisp meadow
Greens and yellows flow together
Follow on the tips of glowing blues
Drenched in cool dew dancing in delight
Giggles and thrills all the way
Parades play magical music in the bright distance
Lifting the spirits of the noble child even higher
A daffodil catches her glance
She snatches it up against her chest
Holds it tight for luck
Then flies to purple majestic trees
Dress lifts her to the precipice
Paradise is nice
It’s time to run through fields of dreams
Blue skies smile down on her
God blesses her every move
She knows it's time
Mother and father wait for her with open arms
And abundant kisses for her precious face
A warm lunch with buns and cakes awaits
That can’t be beat
How sweet
(Influenced by Dadaism- anti-art)