Best Tay Poems
This is a true-life celebration of love ballad. A chance meeting on a Greek island becomes a whirlwind romance. From Athens’ vibrant Monastiraki markets to a Taverna where you can experience the lively traditional, passionate Greek culture and music.
Join Demetri and his spirited Sismo Dance Company to the strains of his Bouzouki. This Original bilingual (English/Greek) musical experience blends the magic of love at first sight with traditional and Mediterranean flair, to moonlit beaches, it’s a tribute to all those who’ve ever fallen in love fast, felt deeply, and dared to dream.
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Come Closer To Me - Love at First Sight
LYRICS
COME CLOSER TO ME
Trelos ya sena
COME CLOSER, LOVE YOU TRUE,
Ella Konda mou na sou po,
MAY I HUG YOU,
Na s’angalayaso an boro,
I DANCED WITH YOU LAST NIGHT,
Ma ze sou horepsa egthes,
FOR ME YOU SEEMED SO RIGHT,
Agapi mou apo pou erthes?
COME CLOSER FOR IT IS MY AIM,
Ella Konda, na sou po,
TO TELL MY SECRET, THIS NO GAME,
To mistiko mou ella tho,
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Thellou na zesume mazi.
ENJOY OUR YOUTH AND IN IT BASK.
Me tin igia mas ke krasi
WE WILL LOVE, KISS AND SIP FROM WINE,
Sta hili sou ena fili, se agapo toso poli,
AND WHILST WE DINE,
Ke an to potiri me krasi
IF A GLASS MAY FALL, BREAK AND SPILL,
Poh tay gee thee,
LET IT BE ON ME, IF IT WILL.
Na eme ego, ke ohi esee.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apti tin argee, esouna ese.
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apti tin argee, esouna ese.
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Me tin igia mas ke krasi
Toast and marmalade for tea
Sailing ships upon the sea."
-Tin Tin, 1971
Goats and marmosets for tea
Snails and thrips and angry bees
You're more beautiful than me
With your tea served in the trees.
As the sun plays through the leaves
Chipmunks leap from limb to limb
Striving to be biscuit thieves
Fill your teacup to the brim.
Start mine with a bit of cream
Sip my tay, lean back, day dream
As the marmosets convey
With the chipmunks they would play.
P OETS COMING TOGETHER
O PEN MINDED AND FREE
E VERYONE HAS TALENT
T O SHARE WITH YOU AND ME
R EMEMNER TO BE YOURSELF
Y OU CAN BE IN THIS ROOM
S TAY AROUND FOR A WHILE
O UR DOORS NEVER CLOSE TO YOU
U NDERSTAND WE ARE ALIKE
P OETS WE UNITE
P-erfect home in heaven is free from pain and sorrow;
J-ust the peace and gladness, as we all ought to know.
M-an must always think
O-f what heaven can offer;
J-ust obey the Almighty
I-n ninth morn November.
C-all on the Father above to show us the right way;
A-sk Him for forgiveness for the wrong done everyday.
A-ll the things on earth
L-ast only for a limited time;
A-llow our souls to be worthy,
S-tay away from dirt and grime.
A-im for the new earth, let our heart and mind open;
S-eeking the paradise, our perfect home in heaven.
NOTE:AMERICAN CINQUAIN (an imagist stressed version)WAS DEVISED BY ADELAIDE CRAPSEY (William Soutar Epigrams are a similar wordplay form)
Tribute to William Soutar
Grew to manhood on the river Tay,
Writing poems ,most every day;
Cinquains,epigrams,whigmaleerie-
His diary of a dying man,left
Telling observations, for all to see.
A cinquain in Soutar style
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
D-eliver the goods,
A-nd do what is required;
S-imply obey and never complain,
Y-ou'll gain what you've desired.
J-ust deliver the goods,
A-nd come up to the expectation;
N-ever delay nor linger,
E-ndure till the day of salvation.
B-egin to deliver the goods,
U-ntil you touch the sky;
R-emain firm and faithful,
E-arly thirty-first of July.
R-each your greatest goal,
O-r be lost into the woods;
S-tay strong and brave, deliver the goods.
The classic names of nursing homes
make me want to puke and groan
How about 'Celestial Gardens?'
great place to dump your 'burden'
Then there's 'Sunset Terrace'
at sundown, for embalming they prepare us
Good old 'Live the Moment,' of course
where they put octogenarians in the workforce
Not to forget sparkling 'Milky Way'
careful what they put in your 'tay'
Yet there is a certain appeal to a fancy-name place
~ if you delight in the extinction of the human race
A-ccept yourself with joy,
N-ever ever be insecure;
G-od has designed your person,
I-t's the scorn you must
E-ndure.
B-e confident enough,
R-ise and look at the sky;
I-ntensify your certitude,
O-n the twenty-fourth of July.
N-o one compares to you,
E-ven the prettiest on earth;
S-tay strong and happy, accept yourself with mirth.
A Klingon Love Poem
(In Klingon and English)
tlhIngan bang bom tlhab
(pa' tlhIngan 'ej English Hol)
tugh mate beast qem jIH
flesh, cobalt jIb tear rip
metallic jeD rip qIj vo' DapIHchugh
ghaH ghob'e' nasty, Hegh mInDu' qul
Hurgh qab leathery
uglier Dunmo' tay embrace
dungeons Hurgh foreplay yInISQo' maHvaD
DeSDu' muSHa'ghach objects hurling jej
ravDaq pound, lojmIt pach maH
bey HoS jachpu'DI' DeSDu' morg maS
roar rur heavenly ghe''or Qo'noS vergh
jaQ neH rIQ qet bangwI'
Dub inflicted Hoch latlhpu'
rol taj jej taj
'ej HIv Ho' sharper
'Iw 'uQ'a' Hoch latlhpu' maH
ghob wej qa''a''e' pemHov lust
A Klingon Love Poem
(In Klingon and English)
Bring me a female mating beast
To pound her flesh, to tear her cobalt hair
Rip the thick metallic black from the head
She must be nasty, with fire in the eyes for death
A dark leathery face
The uglier the better for the ritual embrace
Let us foreplay in dungeons dark
Hurling sharp objects at love
We will scorch the floors, claw the doors
Howl out loud at the moons of Morg
Roar like heavenly hell on Kronos shores
My love runs deep in the wounds
Inflicted on each others backs
With razor sharp knives
And sharper teeth attacks
We will feast on each others blood
Do battle till the sun comes up with lust
Boy was my room a mess!
It'll be considered the best
for a rats' nest.
I look under the bed,
I find stains that were
blue, green, and red.
Personally, I'm scared to dread
to know what has stained under
my bed!
I look to the trash bucket,
it overfills with all sorts
of muck in it
where the plastic been has
been stuck to it.
I opened the dresser drawer,
an explosion of socks and
underwear hit the floor.
And past, old love letters
and belts and hats and more
have exploded out to the floor.
My vanity is trashed.
My chair is smashed
And each time I go for a sit,
I fall on my toosh and be crashed.
I've got dirty dishes everywhere,
with extra food for bugs to spare.
It makes a smell of quite despair
that makes us plug our noses in the air.
Sometimes though, instead cleaning
an hour a day
I find it all worth it
to spend four weeks to par-tay,
and only one weekend to clean the pit ;)
Work at strengthening your relationships
Exercise your body and mind daily
Live responsibly; live life to the fullest
Love yourself; love others
Never take your health for granted
Eat a well-balanced diet
Stay fit and active
Sleep well
Date written and posted: 10/15/2018
CHANGING OF YEARS
The darkness overwhelms
sitting on an old com tower
well into the Plain of Reeds
watching for enemy movement
Using bunkers of a firebase
long deserted and long rotted
two bunkers remain intact
The ARVN are very frightened
their bunker re-enforced
We three not paying attention
our bunker is the old TOC
holes show partial damage
openings are our escape route
A canal is just below me
having a deep and fast current
yet moving with the ocean tides
even this close to Cambodia
The last second of this year
the night lights up with flares
a thin horizon in the distance
colour of base camps reflected
from Tay Ninh around to My Tho
A near perfect half circle projected
light from far away soldiers
they paint a glimpse of civilisation
an impossible distance from us
the world feels light years away
I notice the darkness around us
we are outside the circle of light
outside every thing we know
Our location an envelope of space
infinitely stretching beyond hope
The flares now lost in a new year
darkness now melded together.
our darkness is so much deeper
Our universe of this nothingness
drawing those very dark thoughts
the World is gone and home gone
So hard to breathe this nothingness
I feel darkness penetrate my soul
inevitably the dark will overwhelm
will hold me regardless of new light
the darkness held forever in my soul
I met her the other day
At a friends house par-tay
She danced gracefully
Me, geriatrically
I liked the way she looked
Like bait, I was hooked!
When she left, I got plastered
Woke up like a useless bastard
Realizing I’d forgotten
What her name was - I’m so rotten!
I hardly know her from my soap
But wishful thinkers - we have hope.
I pondered her for hours
While disarranging flowers
A petal at a time
As I sang that senseless rhyme:
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
Before I lost the plot
I thought she was called… Peggy?
It wouldn’t matter to me
If her name was Half Past Three
Even though it doesn’t rhyme
With a petal at a time
The whisper of it rings
A bell for he who sings:
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
What her name was - I forgot
Maybe it was… Jenny?
That social app on my mobile
Led me to her public profile
I touched her likeness, held my breast
Then sent off a ‘friend request’.
Tears of joy joined petal mess
The silly lass clicked on ‘Yes’.
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
I may smoke too much pot
But you know she’s not… Kenny!
Oh my god, it’s not funny
I pocket dialed her from the dunny
Left a message most unfit
Told her to delete it!
The last petal I plucked
Told me… I sucked!
She lets me rot, she loves me not
She listened to my bowl shot!
She’s right to let me rot you know
Her proper name is Penny!
Penny, Penny, Penny, Penny…
She’s right to let me rot you know
Her proper name is Penny!
Let me touch thy weathered hand,
outstreached to serve me alms.
Veil not thy face of elder years;
eyes overflowed with love.
Let me remember all my days,
I knew loveliness as you.
Need is such a painful state,
each day but slivered hope.
Stay with me a little while;
speak wise and lovely dreams.
02/15/2016
Contest: Loveliness Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I am a beautiful freshwater pearl
An oyster wasn’t my mum
I was developed by a special mussel*
With a name as long as your arm
My home was in a Scottish river
Fast flowing with salmon aboard
In the River Tay fishes hither and dither
I am displayed now and much admired
I am Abernathy Pearl** you see
Spherical shape I am perfection
No other pearl matches up to me
Desired without exception.
My nickname is The Little Willie Pearl
Named after the man who found me
Bill Abernathy is his name a pearl diver
His fame will go down in history
There is a new rule now in Scotland
Pearl fishing is no longer allowed
So my perfection will never be ousted
For this I make Scotland proud.
• Unionoidae mussel species Margaritifera margaritifera
** Nicknamed "The Little Willie Pearl", this freshwater pearl was found in the River Tay in 1967 and is considered the most perfect pearl ever discovered in Scotland. It was discovered by a professional pearl diver named Bill Abernathy, who gave the pearl both it official name and nickname. It rested in a jewellery store in Carincross for nearly thirty years until it was sold in 1992.
02/03/2013