Best Sel Poems
SERENDIPITY
commercialized like dippity-do
— the extra hold hair gel.
sounds like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious*
so fresh; and clean —
a nonsense word used
when you have nothing else to say.
and let’s not forget serenity now**
yelled uncontrollably
when you need to calm down.
one more, s’il vous plaîs:***
serene, dip, dippity-doo-da-yay!
s-e-r-e-n-d-i-p-i-t-y
yes, i love to play with you
my loquacious love.
defined as: (remember to say it fast and pedantically)
the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable
(take a breath) or agreeable things not sought for****
i close my eyes in a honeysuckle fog.
the scent surprises me, dabs on my pulse points.
!!!!!!!!
i open my lids, and a friend,
i haven’t seen in eons, says hello.
!!!!!!!!!
my husband twirls me about
“serendipity” he says as he whisks me away to Paris.
!!!!!!!!!!
thus, i shall place my favorite word
in your hand like a flutterby,
i mean, of course, a butterfly —
the prism-break of
r-o-y-g-b-p and moonbows.
perhaps... i’ll look into my palm
and see your word placed there.
i draw a breath, my heart races — and yes —
it’s serendipity all over again.
8/16/2019
Favorite Word Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke
*Mary Poppins
**Seinfeld
***s’il vous plaîs - (sel-vü-ple) French meaning “if you please”
****from Merriam-Webster
You might wonder about my use of flutterby.
My brother used to give this word as a one
word clue to get me to say butterfly.
Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing,
sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings.
Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see,
niver mind wee thing jist let it be.
Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered land,
aye wee thing yea think yer oanly a wan man band,
Help tho' is niver sae far away,
life's dramas are nae a'ways dark an' grey.
Yer mair important than yea think,
mair important than oanything that's gone extinct.
Withoot you an' aw yer like kind.
this wurld wid be in a massive bind.
So wee thing get rid o' that pawky look,
yer really a giant in oany history book.
Since the beginning, you have been there to provide,
so yer wee sel,' behind a bushel please dinny hide.
Yer no' stonnin' there oan yer oan yea ken,
yea hiv hunners an' hunners o' ither frien's.
Oan iv'ry country an' continent yea hav' many kin.
fur eons an eons that's a'ways bin.
Dayin' yer very very important job,
so ma wee courin' thing dinny sob.
Be a happy pert o' this wurld sae great,
yer up there in lights, aye wee thing, that's yer fate.
Yer fate tae provide fur aw this world's life,
withoot yer life givin' skills, we wid be in strife.
Naw !!no' in strife, cos wee widnae be here,
so ma bonny wee pawky thing, ston' up an' cheer.
Ston' up ston' up, fur heaven's sake,
Ston' up ston' up, a great bow, please take.
Nae langer be a wee quiet gentle pawky thing,
cos great nourishing life you duly bring.
Oh ah ken it's no oan yer oan yea achieve sae much,
miracles oan yer oan there is really nonesuch.
But wae aw yer mullins an' mullians oh kin yea have,
yea kin feed them aw, like the proverbial fatted calf.
Yea see noo, yer nae langer a wee pawky thing,
wae aw yer greenie pals tae the world , greatness yea bring.
Taegither yea will clan, an' nae langer be a wan man band,
wae aw yer kin an' their amazin' skills at hand.
Aw yea amazin' wee verdant clever thing,
yea ken noo join wae yer pals tae bring.
Feed the masses aw aroon the world,
let yer flag of knowledge be unfurled.
Yea thocht yea wir jist a wee singular thing,
but now yea ken yer pals arrr 'around, tae bring.
Aye, aw yer pals, arr' a touch o' class,
nae langer ma wee thing are yea jist wan wee blade o' grass.
The Auld Yin.
Isigin dusu yagmur
Yagar yagar
Sicim gibi duser
Duser ustume
Uyanirim dusumden
-Hatirlarim -
Gecmis yasanmis
Bitmemis hayata
Senle ve sensiz
Isigin duser ayin golgesine
Isildar yakamozun dalgalarin sesinde
Senle ve sensiz
Yasamim eser melteminde tenin
Aninda ruyam desem unutulmaz
Lodos kasirkaydi karanlikti gece
Karanliktan daha karanlikti dunya ve ay
Dusunurken seni ay isigi vursa yuzune
Senle ben sensiz bir hic
Bir yildiz olsa da aydinlatsa yolumuzu
Ask yalin bir cocuk goge agaca tirmanan
Nehirlerde ve denizlerde sandalamiz
Sevdamizi tasiyan goklere merdiven
Sen istedikce kosalim bilinmiyene
Ellerimizde isik sevdali gizem
Yagmur ve sel sonra gunes goklerde ates
Korkmadan bu defa senle yine olumune
Karanlikta ve komurun atesinde elele
Yuruyelim elele isigin harelerinde
Tane tane hayatim
Kostum tarlasinda umidin
Ruzgar savurdu ruyami
Yagmur olmus sel
Tutanamadim
Bir kar tanesi hayatim
Bir yamacta tutunsam
Kaysa cocuklar sirtimdam
Eridim su oldu bedenim
Bir ates kivilcim hayatim
Yaksam korkunu kullugun
Kulunde yeserse barisa fidan
Kul oldum yittim kendi atesimde
Bir care olsa bilge kisi halime
Bu dunya halindem yorgunum
Tasinalim yeni dogan gunes duvene
I
Speak
To
You
I
Am
An-
Gry
At
You
Could
We
Talk
La-
Ter
Be-
Cause
You
Hurt
Me
With
Words
I
Cuss
And
I
Am
So...
so...
So-
Rry...
I
Am
Ig-
Nor-
Ant
and
Sel-
fish
I
Love
You,
Dad...
I
Love
You,
Mom...
But
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Feel
Ha-
Ppy...
No
Lo-
Nger
Su-
i-
ci-
dal
or
Sad
As
I
Was
Be-
fore
You
Are
My
Par-
ents
And
I
Should
Have
Ho-
Nored
You
Be-
tter
Than
This...
I
Am
The
Mo-
Nster
I
Am
Un-
Loved
But,
I
Am
Be-
lo-
ved...
which
means
Day_
Vid_
Will_
I-
Am_
One
Syll-
A-
Ble
Seems
Too
Li-
ttle
for
I...
See...
The...
Light...
So...
Bright...
so......
Me-smer-i-zing....
I a-pol-o-gize...
For be-ing rude...
My a-tti-tude...
Stunk like dung...
Some-thing went wrong...
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Am
One
With
All.
But. I. Must. Stand. Tall.
Hard-ships...
Harm me or help me...
GET A GRIP...
Day_vid_....
You will ne-ver see...
The real me...
Be-cause the real me...
Is far from my reach
I be-seech
A
Be-
Tter
ME.
I was dressed in rags, threadbare and worn
But I looked at others with feelings of scorn
The rags I was wearing looked fancy to me
They were my own self righteous works, you see.
I looked at my brother, struggling with sin
And righteously prayed, "Thank God, I'm not him!"
I shook my head and swaggered away.
I told my Lord about him at the end of the day.
"Lord look at that sinner," I prayed it with scorn.
"I've never been like him, since the day I was born.
I go to church Sundays, I'm a righteous man,
I say my prayers daily; I tithe when I can."
My Lord smiled at me sadly, a tear in his eye.
He put a hand on my shoulder and I heard Him sigh.
I jumped at His touch, and watched my coat fall;
With horror I saw it wasn't fancy at all!
My trousers were next; they fell at my feet
Moth eaten and dusty--had I thought they were neat?
Self-righteous rags were all I had to claim
My cheeks turned red, my head hung in shame.
Now my Lord dressed me in robes of pure white,
Simple and plain, but they fit just right.
He took my rags and threw them away
I was reminded that my feet are clay.
Love and humility are the garments I wear.
Now when I see my brother, I offer a prayer.
Sel-righteous rags I just can't afford
Is the lesson I was taught by my Lord.
D H Loewen
2018
The horizon is sleek :
No sails coming
No boat slips
> And I remember
That you embarked, joyful
for this distant country
Where you would be happy
- ( according to what is said ) -.
Because I don't have news ...
just those of the salt
and the wind, too
from now on, happens.
I watch for the liquid immensity ,
all along the day,
but the sea remains empty,
- and absence is its outline.
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and the original (in french ) :
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L'horizon est lisse
Aucune voile ne vient
Aucun bateau ne glisse
> Et je me souviens
Que tu t'embarquas, joyeuse
pour ce lointain pays
Où tu serais heureuse
– ( d'après ce que l'on dit ) -.
Car je n'ai de nouvelles ...
que celles du sel
et aussi du vent
qui arrivent, dorénavant .
Je guette l'immensité liquide,
tout au long du jour,
mais la mer reste vide ,
– et l'absence est son contour.
Souls arrive on earth compelled to survive dramatic impacts.
Each child of spirit will eventually reach for reasons to be here.
Living finds the soul striving for intangible roots, tangibly real.
Foundations are sought to lead, gift and uplift one’s true self.
Fertile roses grow blind to the forces aligned on their behalf.
Unconscious insistence diminishes man’s resistance to its menu.
Layers of intuitive insight incites and invites us to a spiritual level.
Colors of otherness within us highlight discoveries of all authentic.
Revealing layers of our source may be sought and found in prayer.
Uniting with God grants exciting stances on His supporting plateau.
Mindfulness is the plume of God’s rhythm that rhymes our bloom.
Far away land made for two sharing our hearts desire. Paradise Is what has been giving since we met. Paradise A loved that is blessed. Paradise the look you give after we make love. Paradise the true sense of sel and spirit. Paradise the beginning of a new life. We've had our share of hurt and pain. yet here in Paradise we share both time and space. Paradise to the passion and the flame Paradise yes, my love we're here in blissful Paradise!
Gun donence ipek iprisim
Emegim isledigim umidim
Gelecegim nar bebelerim
Sel ve heyelan kul umidim
Kurdugum ev dere yataginda
Kurdugum ev yamacda
Aldi goturdu sel tel tel
Isledigigim ipek ruyayi
Koptu canimdan ipek iprisim
Gun donence isledigim
Toprak kaydi kayboldum
Bunun suclusu kim
The last cigarette in the box
Its ash falling slowly towards the ground
In its spiral decent, the flicker
Light slowly fading out
Unbeknownst to me, the bloom is still full
I have been locked away placed behind a mirror
I cannot see out
Only the reflection within
How did I awake in such a place?
Did I willingly walk in?
Or did some mirage dissipate languishingly
In its wake, I find only the black rose
Beautiful and silent
combien de temps cela prend-il pour une connexion
entre deux personnes à se gâter?
de la déshydratation de la
dépression qui a conduit l'un à cet endroit
où l'électricité d'une nouvelle personne
fait ressortir le meilleur de vous
vous envoie dans un nouveau lieu
de sucre sweet sweet,
et ensuite revenir au sel,
la dépression,
cette fois à nouveau avec une douce sensation que les
il n'ya absolument aucun sens dans ce
moment extrêmement brève
l'existence.
c'est le sucre qui adoucit tout ce
c'est le sucre qui vous fait revenir pour plus et
alors que la plupart conviennent que, après
7 mois
les choses commencent à mal tourner
(due au fait que le réel vous commence à montrer),
il semble que la connaissance de ce fait
personne ne fait rien pour arrêter leur propre vie
de se déplacer vers le marasme banales
ou la destruction complète de la
relation.
lorsque vous quittez un moment heureux
marcher dans la salle de bain
regardant dans le miroir que vous vous lavez
mains propres,
vous savez qu'ils ne sont pas vraiment propre et
que ce moment de bonheur n'est qu'un moment,
que la mort de cette connexion est imminente ---
si vous jetez l'eau jusqu'à dans votre visage
regarder de nouveau dans le miroir et
revenir à la pièce où vous
autre significatif du moment
sera de retour après avoir été fait
se laver les mains et leur visage
dans une salle de bains dans le hall.
BUILT NOT TO SELL!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
We built a friendSHIP,
Not to sel(l)FISH!
mabe you are the best
don't hurt to get
if don't have it yet
so you don't and won't
sel for less
and to be gaining
get some
TRAINING
What do you want, what do you need?
I've got it right here, just read.
Need a house, your own home,
just call me on the phone.
Need appliances to add to it,
let me know, I can accrue it.
Need a dog, a friendly companion,
I've a sweetheart for ransom.
Need some clothes, a dress or suit,
I've one of each so very cute.
Need a car, some flashy statement?
Trust me, this one will thrill your amazement.
Need a friend, a spouse or just a lover?
I have secrets you'll die to discover.
Here's my name and my number -
Princess Caribou, your local blunder
@ 1-226-735-6841
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