Best Som Poems
Here are my poem in Norwegian: (translation in English comming down below)
Du blir et år eldre
og du har gjort det med stil
Sekundene tikker
tiden er inne
du går inn i ett nytt år
med håp i sinnet
Tid for ettertanke
på året som gikk
drømmer som knuste
alt du ikke fikk
Men alt det gode
må du ikke glemme
alle de rundt deg
som er glad i deg
her hjemme
Nytt år, nye muligheter
er det noen som sier
nye sjanser feires
med store seremonier
Vi feirer deg og året
som nettopp har gått
og at du har klart deg
så flott
Du er verdens beste
mor og mormor
og du fortjener det beste
Derfor jeg som din datter
prøver mitt beste
på å få sagt det meste
i et dikt til deg
gratulerer med dagen mamma
jeg elsker deg
Here are my poem in English: (hope you enjoy)
You are a year older
and you do it with style
seconds ticking
the time is right
you enter a new year
with hope in your mind
Time for reflection
the past year
dreams shattered
everything you did not receive
But all the good
do not forget
all those around you
who loves you at
home
New year, new opportunities
There are some who say
new chances celebrated
with large ceremonies
We celebrate you and the year
that have just gone
and that you have managed you
so great
You are the best
mother and grandmother
and you deserve the best
Therefore I, as your daughter
trying my best
to say most
in a poem for you
happy birthday mum
I love you
07/22/2012
You for noh
Say I dey shine my eyez
Coz na so so wahalla wey dey shine for my head top
You for noh
Say na I jos dey parade my gari den granot
So sey hunger no go kill me now
Coz if I die now, I just don die for oyibo land
You for noh
Say na my papa den mama na won make I travel som
Make dem dey see me to as Bossu
So dem go fit carry dem fugu den celebrate my dollar
You for noh
Na me to I for get swag
Make I fit dey speak like oyibo
Make smoke dey commot for my mouth abi
Ha! You for noh
Make I don coat
Den take serfee den post post for my facebook
Make my neighbors nor say me to I dey
You for noh
Na make me too I don grab oyibo girl-y
Make I don get chwingorm kiss-y
Make I don do the tin-y
Make she don get belly bigg-y
Make my pikins get oyibo skin-y
Make dem talk like dem dey sing-y
Hahahahahaha you for no
Say me to I do sorm
Say me too I dey
Bot
If I die
You for noh say
Ibi my stupidity wey kill me
So you for noh.
Verdwyn
Gespruit en toe vergete met gewete van papier
Besluit te neem om als te los wat hierso agter bly
Eers drie; toe een; toe twee; toe vier
Die som van toekomsblik vir jou - maar eerder meer vir my
Die aand was koud en hunkring sterk sou waardes my verpas
Uitnodigend - en kort voor lank was jy my warm jas
Maar soos ‘n fondament bly ek die een wat agterbly
Ek doen en werk verwagtend want die vrug het my verly
As steunpilaar vir jare nog, sou ek die las moes dra
Vergete hoe die woeker-nag my meer as dit sou vra
Ons oes is nou die vrugte van die saad van liefdesdaad
Jou jas in my kas wil nie meer pas – ‘n las bly inderdaad
Eers twee, toe vier; toe drie dan een
Jou beurt die anker rol te speel, wyl ek die winter nag alleen
tot in die lente steeds sal wees – al is die kinders ook by my
Groei my enigheid tot bo, waar die Wysheid met sy hulp my lei.
Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.
Let’s all bring our mortar and pestle
And have a party of great papaya pickle
We call this a famous Thai ‘’som tum”
So delicious! Heavenly awesome!
Let’s first wear our kitchen attire
Dance the Thai music, don’t be shy
Then prepare all the somtum ingredients
For superb taste, a hundred percent.
Main is fresh green papaya, shredded thinly
Raw string beans, chopped evenly
Dried shrimps, fish sauce, limes and lots of chili
Tomatoes, peanuts and crabs smashed heavily.
Yummy somtum is always served with sticky rice
Paired with fried chicken—get more, twice, thrice…
A long table party, others can sit on a mat
While enjoying somtum scrumptiously hot!
Aug. 28, 2022 10.20pm
Note *hot =means very spicy (but yummy)
Please watch the video on YT on how to make super delicious Thai Somtum
It's A Pickle Party
Contest Judged: 9/10/2022 2:36:00 PM
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Place 5 (up to 9 single w)
Dat gal done gone an lef me? '?lone
went t'town wit huh red shoes on.
Hi' ole heels,dress on tight
Powda and paint,sum'in ain't right
They's som kine of problum I caint explain
I believes sum main done turnt her hed
stayin out late,alw ays rais'in sayin
gotta take uh baf, fo' she get in bed
So I follered huh one night to see
Lemme tell ya I seent real good
Dat woman spose'd to be lovin me,
Sportin ah nuthah main, in yonder wood
ME, I tries to be uh good main
work ever day; try t' serve da lord
My woman wanna ride in Cadillacs
Alls I own is uh beat down Ford
Ever night she cum home sweatin
ev'n tho the weather been steady cool
I'll make a flea uh wrestlin jacket
fo I let huh make me uh fool.
Bag packed, gwine to da railroad track
catch me uh train to eny'where good
If'n ya wanna fine dat woman I lef behine
Dig down deep, in yonder wood.
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Note:
After ee cummings
Hello. Good evening. I greet you with cheer
To the fancy and posh, I'm a Sommelier
To the friendly and warm, call me The Som
And to the simple, less worldly, I'm a wine waitron
My job here at Lanser's? To satisfy your senses
Don't panic or worry, cos it doesn't mean expensive
It's all about ensuring a meal utterly divine
By combining your dish with a most wonderful wine
Miss Lucy, she's named after the endangered Stumpnose
Bursting with flavours of the pamplemousse rose
A few sips of her, right before your first bite
Miss Lucy will gift you one heck of a night
They say it's the lost element when you're making wine
It's precious and free, we call it the Work of Time
Our Bordeaux Blend birthed in 2001
When it passes your lips, the fun's just begun
When I visit your table, resist a sideways look
We're here for a good time, let's play by the book
And if you're prepared to throw me a bone
You may just get poured another Life from Stone
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som nly
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tiny creepy crawly
big eyed mini-creatures
who tiptoe across our
skin while we sleep are
not looking to give us
a disease or a horrid
sting or bite. So let us
not generalize our bugs
If you do not mind. Let
us not generalize our
stings or our bites either.
signed your own bug king.
O
U
C
H
That
toad,bloated,
nose
in
the
air.
What
thinks
he
of
this
life?
Position,
money,
love,
hate,
procreation,
death?
Then
are
we
like
the
animal
that
we
eat
Today
here,
tomorrow
gon,
forgotten.
If
that
is
animal-
man,
transitory,
why
does
he
think
so
much
of
self?
I
wish
som
good
angel
wil5
tell
me
~ to the tune of 'Jingle Bells,' please ~
Tushies slide, what a ride
slipping on the ice
All we need’s a beaming bride
and a few bouquets of rice
Where’s the groom, in his room
with Cinderella’s mice
Stitching up a triple-plus size
for his buxom bride’s bo-som… ooom!
It’s Christmas Eve, and Santa’s drunk
so he can be the preacher
Administer last rites instead of I do’s
come morn, he’s ‘Rudolfo Screecher’
O, Pickle Balls and Paddle Bells
they’re the tunes we croon
When the bride screams, ‘What?’
Spooks begin to strut ~
by the light of a cardboard Moon
O, Pickle Balls and Paddle Bells
the only songs we sing
When the bride cries, ‘Wha hoppened?’
We tell her, Popcorn’s Poppin’ ~
for her wedding meal next June
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a
someone som
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ided that th
ey & they alone k
now the co
rrect way that a poem is
formed & thu
s what it is to write poetr
y to dwell in a po
etic ma
n
ner withi
n th
e realm
of
lit
era
tu
re.
thi
s nar
row-min
ded fasc
ist who wants to be
the one who draws the param
eters arou
nd wi
thin we free huma
n beings are supposed to functio
n within ne
eds to break that see on that little bub
ble that they li
ve in be
cause out he
re the rest of us defi
ne freedom
a dif
ferent way.
we will
do what
we want
when we
want in
the manner
that we
want &
if you
want to
stop us
you will
have to
kill us.
go
od
day.
Sou um Auditivo?
O som que ouço
me inspira,
calando o barulho da cidade
e minhas próprias inquietações.
Pele seca
Mãos ásperas,
Não preciso vê-las para sabê-las duras e secas,
com as nervuras aparentes,
lembranças do que já se foi.
Mais um reforço da experiência de ouvir o meu dia:
Silêncio pelo cuidado da pele,
Deslizar pelo atritar do pelling
Retoma a maciez do que já foi!
Depois de ouvir o som de fora
e como ecoa aqui dentro,
ergo minha voz,
que se expressa em verso,
e registro esta poesia.
Vejo, e vendo,
vivo,
Sinto e cheiro saboreio.
Ouço e escuto me encanto!
eli & oskar
fullända ett band mellan två individer
de går ut i natten
de har varandras sällskap skull och
kön, som belastning som kan förstöra så många
helt enkelt inte in i denna ekvation ---
hon ger honom med sin egen vaksamhet
korten har delats ut för sina egna århundraden av
ångest, men hennes visdom är stor och
hon vet att minst nu,
hon har en vän, hon i själva verket har så mycket mer,
hon har en följeslagare som förstår henne tillräckligt att veta
han kommer aldrig riktigt förstå henne &
så acceptera detta faktum, känner oskar på samma sätt,
att ingen annan än eli skulle ta sig tid att ens försöka
att förstå honom.
de trotsar den logiska död relationer, dessa två,
de trotsar samhället som vill dem att konvertera, så snabbt att
pessimism,
eftersom det stryper alla unga så väl ---
de trotsar alla "gud" som tydligt anses dem båda
"fördömda" från början &
ännu,
de är tillsammans &
det är vettigt.
Working on grandparents' farm
Build som muscle - there's no harm!
Feed the calves; horses hay
Think I'm enjoying every day!
There sure is a lot to do
Feeding and riding to name a few!
When all the work is said and done
I'm just weary to the bone!