Best Tanner Poems

This is the second part of the translation of Rabindranath Tagore's Poem 
"Juta Abiskar”.
This poem is a translation from the original in Bengali, by Nobel-Prize Winner, Poet-laureate of India, Rabindranath Tagore. This is a long narrative, full of humour - I posted it in two...

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I’m about to tell what’s an important story,
Of a singer who is sadly now long gone,
Whose story needs some increased recognition,
He could p’raps be described a special one.
He was born in nineteen forty two,
And sadly died in nineteen eighty one,
His memory and music though will...

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Back in the day when kids could just play
Without the fear of being stolen away,
We would be out at almost first light
Only in for our meals until it were night.
Football and cricket both in their season,
Just to be out was a good enough reason.
You could...

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You’re only a mum,
But that’s all it takes.
To be super human,
You don’t even get breaks.

You’re a cook, A dish washer,
A cleaner, a nurse.
A teacher, a councillor,
A referee, an open purse.

A sports coach, a cheerleader,
The taxi of mum.
At 2am in the morning,
Just a call and you...

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Sometimes I wonder where I am in the scheme of things;
I often ponder who I am.
The more I age the more epiphany's I get;
each of them making a different man.
Yesterday's me could never foresee who I am now.
I can't pretend I'm not surprised.
Who I have...

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“Magic Arrives” 


“In love with me yet?”
she said and the 
world laughed 
at least

for once, 
they 
didn’t look 
so grim

magic arrives 

to haunt 
flirting It captures 
the poetry of life
romance in disguise

is born then dies
walking through fire
for Love
to rise

magic arrives

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



“The Stars in Our...

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On the ocean waves in a stormy sea
goblinskin sails fly o'er me.
To a far off lands wid bloody hands;
upon Savage’s shore did 'e land.

“Sing Hey, Ho, ’m wild and free;
at least its nae a part of me!”

Threw a mad mans skull, 'e spot me prey;
and...

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dear journal:

hip hop to me is a DREAM WITH A JOURNAL,

a journal with written poems about yourself,

about your health, or maybe about how you need help,

think of it as an autobiography,

written from your life's history,

a journal with misery hidden behind each page,

sadness that might lead...

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In a little wood box
lies her greatest treasure
A priceless gem
worth can't be measured

In a little wood box
There's a pair of shoes
A special gift
for church and school

She wants to run to it
Wants to look inside
But she can only sit
and stare wide eyed
There's someone talking
she can't hear
There's...

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On a pirate ship in a stormy sea; 
goblinskin sails fly o'er me.
To a far off lands wid bloody hands;
upon Savage’s shore did 'e land.

“Sing Hey, Ho, ’m wild and free;
at least its nae a part of me!”

Threw a mad mans skull, 'e spot me...

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The Mystery Of Girls.

When I was just a nipper
And I was very small
I didn’t really like girls
At all

I found most were very spiteful
And when at primary school
No one wanted to kiss me
When we played in the farmers den
But looking back now 
Looking at the state...

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She sits on the bathroom floor 
Hiding behind a tightly closed door 
Afraid that prying eyes will see 
What society has forced her to be 

With fingers pushed halfway down her throat 
On the remains of dinner she silently chokes
The taunting cries of her classmates...

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Bloomin Eck,Bloomin Eck !
I just got mi-sen a job.
A mista wants his coal in,
An offed me a bob.

He told me if a hurry up,
A can chop some stiks an all.
But if tha wants another tanna,
A gorra mek um small.

He watched me gerrin coal in,
He anded...

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imma microphone killa gorilla, ballistic

you can try to come and get with me but only if your mystic

i work with grand wizards, lyrical lizards

we slithers into your body mind n soul

we puff bowls as we spew coals

hot no ashy words, catcha with a hip-hop curse

i...

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Gross misconduct bullets falling like rain drops
Mosquitoes kissing marinated children 
While in the hood homeless and thugs
Suck on those the things unruly plugs
Crack-cocaine, meth, mary-jane
Elusive while simultaneously being inclusive
Only check me N marching boys to men 
Both dying over seas
Are we protecting democracy
So they be...

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