Best Vivo Poems
Cinnamon and apple fill the air
Scent of Gram's famous pie
Warm fire roaring in the hall
Music turned up for all to hear
"Vivo per lei da quando sai
La prima volta l’ho incontrata,
Non mi ricordo come ma
Mi è entrata dentro e c’è restata.
Vivo per lei perché mi fa
Vibrare forte l’anima,
Vivo per lei e non è un peso.
Vivo per lei anch’io lo sai
E tu non esserne geloso,
Lei è di tutti quelli che
Hanno un bisogno sempre acceso,
Come uno stereo in camera,
Di chi è da solo e adesso sa,
Che è unico per lui, per questo
Io vivo per lei....."
Thoughts of you ring in my mind
Playing the music in my soul
A burning desire
Making my heart beat strong
Vivo per lei
I live for her
My warmth, my breath, my soul
Taking my lonely
Making it whole
My heartbeat, my strength, my home
From the depths of my heart
to your soul
My vision, my meaning, my know
Even though far, we really are near
Oceans apart but I feel your touch
Sweet music is all that I hear
Whispering I love you so much
*** "Vivo per lei" by Andrea Bocelli ***
Por qué no me dejaste como estaba
por qué tuviste que escucharme cuando me quejaba
por qué tuve que creer cuando me decian que me amabas
por qué no me deje llevar por la corriente que me arrastraba
al menos en aquel entonces sabia lo que era
un pedazo de basura arrastrado por la marea
vivia una vida de dolor, tristezas y peleas
pero llegaste tu y cambiaste todo a tu manera
pero ahora me encuentro batallando
pues quiero amarte pero dia tras dia te estoy fallando
si tu propósito era hacer un cambio total en mi
siento decepcionarte pues aun falta mucho por cumplir
por qué no me dijiste de antemano el dolor que tendria que pasar
por qué no me alvertiste que de muchos me tendria que alejar
y por qué es que cuando estoy en tu presencia
muchas veces mi mente por completo de ti se ausenta
y no es que te reproche el haberme cambiado
sino por qué lo hiciste si no antes el camino haberme enseñado
pero en estos momentos no se cual sea ese plan
si necesito no solo de tu guianza sino tambien de tu pan
ayudame a entender las cosas pues solo no puedo hacerlo
leo tus consejos pero aun asi no puedo comprenderlo
enseñame si lo que vivo es parte de lo que estoy sintiendo
o si solamente en mi mente yo solo me estoy destruyendo
Who am I? Quien soy?
Quien soy? Who am I?
Black, brown, red, white
Those people-what people
Greasy people-lazy people
Loud people-esa gente those
people, que jente, mi gente,
What people, my people
Wilfredo's coming!
Viene Wilfredo!
Look Out for the mail
That time of the month
Mi cheque: dinero My check
My money to dance, drink and
drug. Tiempo de olvidar
Time to forget
Kept in my place
Just no escape
Jobs pay too little
Checks come too late
Estoy cansado ya!
I am so tired
Me voy a levantar
I shall arise
Up off my booty
Up off my junk
Get out of my way!
Sal de mi camino!
Doors I will, con fuerza
With strength force open
Voy a entrar por las puertas
I will enter in, I will walk
through. Adelante! Oh alma
muerta onward oh dead soul
Adelante! Oh mente renovada
No duermas más! Sleep no
more! I am. Yo soy! Yo vivo!
I am. I live! Esclavitud no más!
A slave no more
No longer a slave!
From my book "The Big Apple
Turns Brown When You slice It.
2002 Authorhouse.com
Discovery
Discovery. It's a creative act
Exploding from a darting intuition
When put in front of a lifelike fact.
Difficult to be transformed into equation
To demonstrate as valid the averment
Spurted as flash with no explanation.
A logic pattern is a more unsure event
Because is asking conditions more strict
Free thought allowing to a much less extent.
With logics as recipes you can well depict
Any cognition you already know
Seldom new knowledge then you may predict.
La scoperta (original version in Italian language)
È la scoperta un atto creativo
Prodotto dal guizzar d’intuizione
Messa di fronte ad un problema vivo.
Si trasforma a fatica in equazione
Per dimostrare valido l’asserto
Visto in un lampo senza spiegazione.
Il ragionare logico è più incerto
Perché richiede condizioni strette
Che lascian poco ad uno spazio aperto.
Con la ragion puoi scrivere ricette
Per divulgare ciò che ti sia noto.
Di aprirsi al nuovo raramente ammette.
Tonight we play our favorite duet
to an audience of celestial stars.
Variations over years; a song we never forget,
stroking familiar notes within each bar.
Andante: pianissimo: slow caresses as whispers,
giving attention to those sensitive keys.
Each to the other, a part we deliver;
Entwined we perform with such ease.
Allegro: increasing our synchronized tempo
as our chorus delightfully sings through.
Vibrating heartstrings deeply now flow;
enjoying our art as if new.
Vivo! As the beat of two hearts now race.
Crescendo! Intensively, climax is reached.
Pausing in arc at this euphoric place;
echos in afterglow; encores in dreams.
Un día voy a ir a ti, Córdoba
pasearé por las antiguas calles empedradas
y escucharé los ecos de hace muchos siglos,
de cuando los musulmanes gobernaron Andalusia
Veré las coloridas túnicas que fluyen
blancas contrastando con el sol deslumbrante,
infinitos jardines de simetría, flores exóticas, fuentes, cascadas.
Córdoba, entras en mi alma,
el aroma a especias y perfumes dulces saldrá de tus bazares
junto a los científicos, médicos y poetas.
Te vivo con el pensamiento,
zumbando estás entre ideas, vibrante,
una nueva forma de vida tolerante
en una increíble amalgama de personas, religiones, lenguas;
Así es como trabajamos mejor
vivimos entonces nuestro mejor momento,
¡Ah, cómo te anhelo mi Córdoba!
Come and see paradise
Feast on it with your eyes
See Jacaranda trees
Ruffled by a soft breeze
See beauty in the faces
That live in my heart’s spaces
Come and visit with me
I want you my world to see
Our friendship has reached that place
Where I want you to see my face
I want to be known by you
Come see my life’s special hue
You’re more than a cyber-friend
You’re a treasure heaven send.
Come and see….
Come and see!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I know that some of you made comments about the jacaranda trees that I mentioned in my Limerick, Meeting Guru Jad at Three. Others don’t have a clear concept of what Lebanon is like or what the Middle East has to offer. Remember, Lebanon is mentioned in the Bible: Psalm 92: 12- The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon. Here is a link to an FB album I created for my Poetry Soup friends. The setting is for public, so all of you should be able to view it. There are a LOT of pictures. The first ones are about the campus and the jacaranda trees some of you asked about and of Lebanon in general. Then the rest are a glimpse into my life…family and hobbies. I know only the HARD CORE fans will go through it all, but it is a gift to you. Enjoy. Love you all!
PS….There is a picture of one of my students who has recently joined the Soup. Her name is Eve, but she goes by Vivo Sadek. PD has already commented on her work. You might like to SEE her! Hope you visit her work! Hugs to you all.
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.435685986036.232065.567886036&type=1&l=b6fbd8646a
Tutti sappiamo che la vita è un sogno.
Ora che dormo incontro tanta gente
Le cui vicende raccontare agogno.
We all know that life is dream
Now while sleeping I meet many people
Whose events to recount I covet
Nel sogno vivo ciò che la mia mente
Ha raccolto in passato, le emozioni
Che nel tempo ancor non si son spente.
Dreaming I live what my mind
In the past has collected, the emotions
Which after time are not yet expired.
Come una nebbia sono le visioni
Ma dopo il sogno inver ricordo tutto
Creando in versi chiare descrizioni.
As a fog are indeed my visions
But after dreaming I remember all
Putting in verses clear descriptions.
Vedo venire avanti un uomo asciutto
Il volto acceso da una luce intensa
Del suo dolore interno esprime il frutto.
I see come forward a quite thin man
His face lit by a bright light
Of his internal pain the result expresses.
“Primo io fui”, disse, “ora ripensa
A quando fui internato dentro a un campo.
Ricordi ancor? È una vergogna immensa.
”Primo I was”, he told me, “now think
When I was interned in a camp.
Do you remember? An immense shame.
Nudi eravamo e offesi senza scampo
Privi di tutto dentro a un luogo immondo.
A migliaia morivano in un lampo.
We were naked, offended with no escape
Deprived of everything in a dirty place.
In thousand died in a flashing trice.
Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a man I asked all the world.
Si de pronto no existes, (If of a sudden you were no more,)
si de pronto no vives,(if of a sudden you live no more,)
yo seguiré viviendo. (I'll continue to live.)
No me atrevo,(I do not dare,)
no me atrevo a escribirlo, (hardly will I find the courage to write this)
si te mueres.(if you were to die.)
Yo seguiré viviendo. (I'll go on living.)
Porque donde no tiene voz un hombre(Since there where a man be not invested with a voice)
allí, mi voz. (there, my voice will be heard.)
Donde los negros sean apaleados, (There where Negros be skinned,)
yo no puedo estar muerto.(I cannot be counted among the dead.)
Cuando entren en la cárcel mis hermanos(When my brothers are put in prison)
entraré yo con ellos.(I'll be in their ranks.)
Cuando la victoria,(When victory,)
no mi victoria,(not my triumph,)
sino la gran Victoria llegue,(when the great Victory is attained,)
aunque esté mudo debo hablar:(even if I were dumb, I'll open my mouth to speak :)
yo la veré llegar aunque esté ciego.(yes, I'll see it arrive even if I were blind.)
No, perdóname. (No, do pardon me.)
Si tú no vives,(If you are no longer of this earth,)
si tú, querida, amor mío, si tú(if you, sweetheart, My Love, if you)
te has muerto,(were dead,)
todas las hojas caerán en mi pecho, (all the leaves will fall on my chest,)
lloverá sobre mi alma noche y día, (they will rain on my soul day and night,)
la nieve quemará mi corazón, (snow will consume my heart,)
andaré con frío y fuego(through the cold and fire, I'll continue to walk)
y muerte y nieve, (and through death and snow,)
mis pies querrán marchar hacia donde tú duermes, pero(my feet will want to walk on towards the place where you sleep, but)
seguiré vivo, (I'll go on living,)
porque tú me quisiste sobre(because you wished that I were)
todas las cosas indomable, (over all things not to be trampled upon,)
y, amor, porque tú sabes que soy no sólo un hombre (and, My Love, because you know that I am not just a/one man)
sino todos los hombres(but he who stands with/for/among all men)
Pablo Neruda
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, April 10,2019
Pour in my melancholic depth
Touch my heart as you immerse into each vein
Expose my sorrow as my shaking hand leans on my bosom
Make me vomit my sentiments by concrete tears
Drench me with sparks of your power
Peel my inner side then drift along to my cold fingers
Make my curved fingers open wide and scratch my heart
For, such scratch will obtain its blood
Lead this blood to pour and manipulate the ink
Blended together...
United together to etch the anguish
Heal my wounded glass
Become the very cure!
Become the lightning within the depth of such alcoholic wretched ice
Ice cradled by tyrannical flames
Tyranny… aroused by starving sentiments
Sentiments that no one has ever witnessed
No one has ever felt
No one has ever healed!
You…You are my glorious therapy
I... I yield for sacrifice as I deeply praise your very love…
It is your love my precious whisky…
Vivo Sadek
All alone, on a ground of thorns
Sitting coldly with hollow hands
I taste the rustiness of time
Lonely with a glass of therapy
Holding it calmly with a fake smile
A diamond breathes in my blood
Yet a sharp pin twists in my eyes
Born beautiful, until time has exposed the ugliness in my veins
My deed etches shattered passion
My will torn by the tyranny of weakness
Mist in my path, anesthesia in my scream
My eyes won't rest until my demon is eliminated
He’s here, there, everywhere
Twisting his infernal horns of sins in my sentiments
I arouse him inside me with flames of lust
I beg him to prosper my desire through magnificent satisfaction!
Born as the shadow of sins obscures my spirit
I am the demon, I am the sin, and I am EVE!
Vivo Sadek
¿Por qué sufrir? Digo yo;
a veces somos crueles,
a veces somos injustos,
a veces decimos cosas del
cual nos arrepentimos a cada minuto.
A veces fingimos reconciliación,
no porque lo sentimos sino por
lo embarazoso que suele ser la situación.
Lo importante es seguir adelante
con todo lo que el Señor nos da y
sin temerle al llanto pues tras esas
lagrimas algun dia sanaras.
Hablamos del egoísmo pero sin
reconocer el de nosotros mismos.
Por mas duras que sean las pruebas
acude a Dios y a la oración cuando
sientas necesidad de hacerlo pues
esto que te aflige no es ni cruz ni
condena pero una gran oportunidad
de reconocer y saber que seguimos
con pulso y este privilegio de estar
vivo es la prueba mas contundente
que Dios existe y habita en ti.
Life is brilliant
My existence absorbs excitement
I cherish a motivating enthusiasm
Just magnificent!
My eyes behold blooming flowers
They bloom by breeding jewels of joy
Intimacy kisses my nose with a thrilling chill
Optimism wraps around my glass of liquor
I’m quenched with an unlimited satisfaction
Overrated, yet pretty delightful!!
Misery! I’m just vanquishing its domination
I am the mistress of life
I am its beloved!
Oh life! My darling, embrace me by endless gratification
Lift me high upon your wings
No more pain!
Melt my destiny’s ice
Let me yield to everlasting rejoicing inebriating moments…
Vivo Sadek
there are memories of old women being young
and there are memories of old men being hung
the noose was tied too tightly for
the memories shall be remembered no more
murdering the infants, and slaughtering the hearts
of a million unborn babies or "embryotic parts"
life is death, and dying is living
but in the end we all end up crying and forgiving
forgiving all the ones who do the right things morally
we send them suicide notes, but write them formally
dear to whom it may concern,
i never kissed the razors edge
and never hung from an old oak tree
never did i swallow poison
and never did you talk to me
never did i dream
that this is how'd it end
but then again i never thought
that dying was a trend
i will join the congregation
of suicidal brethern
and i will push this kriss
i will push it further in
for my heart can bleed no more
when it fills all of your cups
and now i leave you with this:
DEFICIO VIVO EST VICTUS MORIOR
sincerly,
I
How can I bear your critical tongue?
How can I tolerate your devastating dialect?
How shall I handle your shattering mockery?
How might I keep breathing while you remain cold!!!
Quite cold! Colder than a storm of ice!
Oh how brutal oh how severe!
How careless…
YOU! Have become just another ordinary lover!
Just another arrogant man dictated by his own egoism
Where’s that magnificent love of yours!?
Where is that glorious passion that you have always praised!!!!??
Where are you? Where are you oh sweet darling, is it really you?
Are you the man I have always adored? Are you the deer I have always embraced?
You are a wonderful lover, yet you reveal a hideous side beyond your graciousness
How can I tolerate such destructive ache…?
I wish some day you taste your own bitterness…
Vivo Sadek