Best Sair Poems

Pode Ser

Fico com saudade de casa 
só de te ver.
O vazio da tábula rasa
pra aprender
e sair sem saber porque saio,
mas pode ser
já tá hora final do ensaio,
assim dizer,
o esboço, a preparação
para morrer
ou apenas a separação
com a mulher.

(port.) May be
I miss home just seeing you. To learn the void of a tabula rasa and to leave without knowing why I leave. But, may be, it's time for a final rehearsal, so to say, an outline, a preparation for death or just a breaking up with a woman.

Categories: sair, death, farewell,
Form: Rhyme

Lullaby

LULLABY



She sits alone in darkened room
Listening as the wind shakes the thatch,
Peat fire reek hangs in the air
As candle glow reflects in her eyes,
In her arms wrapped in a shawl,
Her bairn sleeps innocent with a smile.
She sings to him sweet and  low .
..................................
Mmmmmmmmmmm ochone,ochone my little one,
Sleep deep, sleep sound my darling son,
Beneath the stars, dream for me,
Your daddy is lost on some foreign land
So little fingers grasp my hand,
You have his hair, golden brown
With waves and curls hanging down
Features fair and handsome too
Smiles in his sleep just like you.
I loved him so much as i love you
He would have been proud baby boy,
To watch you grow and reach for the sky.
He left to defend his country fair
It was hard to leave, left his heart sair,
To fight in foreign fields and woods
And there he lies, alone in the cold.
When you grow remember him,
Ill tell you all that you should know
Youll plough the ground and seed you,ll sow
And hear his laughter amid the winter snow.
So sleep sound my pretty young son
Don’t let the dark invade your dreams
Rest now and grow strong and tall
Remember your daddie come the fall.

Andrew McIntyre.

Categories: sair, child, dad, father son,
Form: Elegy

Memory.Future.Hope

In my memory you stand proud and tall
There you beckon, and I answer your call

In the past, in times gone by
You were all I needed to launch and fly

Your hand reaches out to grasp and hold
My fears are gone, I'm left but bold

Your eyes shine bright, cheeks blush fire
The time is mine to climb ever higher

I wrap my arms about you tight
And pretend you're mine, to hold tonight

Your caresses are soft, gentle tinder
To ignite the flame which now I hinder

But now I wake from a dream I savor
To find it fading, gone-but for a waver

We are gone, no more to be us
It all has faded away to dust

The cracks are evident in the crust
Yet this memory is crackling, is rust

As days flow past, I move a bit further
I make new memories that will yours murder

You are gone to never return
I remain here yet, become taciturn

She is not you, she will be better
Yet still you hold me in memorial tether

Release me Pechenya* this day this hour
From years gone by, our withered flower

They blossomed and flared, sparked so bright
It's all gone now to deepening night

I cannot remain and be beholden
To a past gone by, a dream long broken

What I wanted, I thought I needed
Are here present now and cry to be heeded

Your graceful fingers in life as in past
Hold me prisoner, an iron heart cast

Her eyes are warm, beg me consider
A here and now of future unfettered

Tonight I bend my head and bow 
To your lost love, your long gone power

Yet tomorrow she'll be there, to hope to care
Tomorrow she'll bear, what you wouldn't dare
She's here to tare*, what you told me to fare
I'm here now at last, sin thought, sin cere*
Your hold so rare must be now pared*
Goodbye and be banished....

To your lair.





* Pechenya - Russian, translated here as a pet name, "cookie"

*Tare - "the weight of a vehicle without cargo, passengers, etc"

*sin cere - Latin, pronounced "sin-sair" - meaning "without cheat, falsehood, lies,"
meaning complete honesty

*pared - "to remove by or as if by cutting, clipping, or shaving"

Categories: sair, hope, lost love, loveme,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

A Top a Highland Hill

A Top A Highland Hill

A top a windswept highland hill above Locheil land
Clansmen gathered roun and shook the princes haun
They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse
Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse.

A,wa tae London toon wi hopes held dear in heart
O pitting Cherlie oan a throne whaur he richtly belonged
Dreams o highland jacobites tae rule oor blessed laun
An nation free aw europes stifling haun.

As so aften happens dreams die oan a wrang move
And at Derby juist nor o London toon
It wiz decided that we would go forrat nae mair
So wi turned an heided hame wi hairts ower sair.

Goerdie boy sent his airmie chasin us
A the wey back to scotias verdant green
Up an doon , doon an up aw ower the place
Till at Drummossie moor we met them face to face.

Oor clans were weary and tired oot
But charged intae them none the less
Their guns ripped through oor ranks ripping us to shreds
We scattered , whit was left, to oor wee bit hill an glen

Cumberland , the butcher boy chased us yince again
Tae oor ancestral hames reducing them to ash
Murdered those who fought and lost and innocents alike
Even the auld yins infirm an ill still biding in their beds.

The craws they feasted well oan highland blood an guts
Plaids an kilts an a, were hidden in the straw
Oor prince he hid awa n,er tae return tae us
But were er we be wi toast him wi oor cups.

Andrew P McIntyre  November 2011.

Categories: sair, allegory, cry,
Form: Ballad

Definido

Conquista

Ocupação, Empregar-se, Carreira, Vocação ou Empreender

Ocupação é o que a gente faz apenas por dinheiro.

Ocupação é o que você faz porque precisa levar comida pra casa.

Ocupação é qualquer atividade que você desenvolve em troca de remuneração, mesmo que tal atividade não tenha nada a ver com seu gosto pessoal ou talento.

Emprego é o ambiente no qual alugamos regularmente as nossas competências, conhecimentos, experiências e talentos.

No emprego, cooperamos para que o empregador alcance seus objetivos em troca de uma remuneração. Isso explica aquela senhora que é vendedora de produtos de beleza, mas que gosta mesmo é de fazer docinhos e salgadinhos para as festas aos finais de semana no seu bairro.

Carreira é o desenvolvimento de uma atividade compatível com nosso talento, num contexto cujos objetivos estão alinhados com os nossos próprios objetivos. Pode incluir muitos trabalhos diferentes ao longo dos anos.

Carreira é o que faz a professora que, depois do expediente, passar horas na biblioteca em busca de informações que possam ajudar no seu atendimento ao aluno.

Vocação é o que você é independentemente do que faz. Pense uma mulher de pouco mais de quarenta anos que sai logo cedo para trabalhar.

Ao sair ela cumprimenta sorridente as faxineiras do edifício onde mora, sabe o nome das pessoas que estão no ponto de ônibus todo dia no mesmo horário, conversa com o zelador do prédio onde trabalha, leva a receita do bolo que prometeu para a mulher do caixa do supermercado onde, na volta para casa, compra algumas coisas para o jantar e, quando entra em casa, parece que abriram uma janela de cara para o sol.

Isso é vocação: um talento exercido todo o tempo, em todo lugar, a serviço de todo mundo. Por isso é que a vocação é uma extensão do que você é, e não apenas o que você faz.

O que você tem na vida?