curlicues perhaps
the Catholic nun
wouldn’t let me engage
in penmanship shape
“shape up, sit straight!!”
yet the ancients
would whirligig
with their featherings
fill up the page
with their zorro-like signature
tap-tap-tap
the teacher’s brought me back
to life, to engage
in this ((yawn)) bor…ing
admonish the swording
don’t let me squander her time
keep in step with the four wall attack
windows of daydreams grow black
march march march
in two straight Madeline-s
the feather tickles my digits
my mind metamorphic
the rhymes fantastic
tap-tap-tap
this time near my ear
the fearsome whip
that steers me
into correction
dear nun’s satisfaction
i’ll get an A
in penmanship
but conduct -
can’t shut me up
Categories:
bor, religion, writing,
Form: Free verse
The sign on the barn door
Says 'Not a Good Neigh-bor'
I speak, of course,
of a dam ~ hoarse
______________________
a 'dam' is a female parent
horse, (of course)
Categories:
bor, horse, humorous, voice,
Form: Epigram
Wallet ?
Check
Phone ?
Check
Key's ?
Check
Knife ?
Check
Death Wish ????????
CHECK
See you Later ?
Maybe you will ?
Maybe you won't ?
Whole life ahead
Barely a teenager
Yet leaving home dressed to Kill
Far to young to understand
Just exactly how this scenario will play out or end
You either end up Stabbed to Death Yourself
Or
Sentenced to Life in Prison
Better still might as well take that Knife
And drive it through your Mother's Heart
Because whatever the final outcome
It's the Mother's who are bound to Suffer
And come off Worse
When you are reduced to a Photograph
In a Locket or her Purse
Or flowers on your Grave
To mark another Anniversary
She bor you and gave you life
And in return how do you pay her back and thank her
You Steal her Child from her
For What ????
Categories:
bor, death,
Form: Free verse
De bor' ah is her Congo name,
To mispronounce it such a shame,
For few would read and say it right,
I asked: a sweet smile brought to light!
My travels though suggested in,
But butterflies? To trap's a sin!
'Swahili' countries (1) borders share
With what was Congo, now Zaire,
With language prone to flit about
No border's safe for the devout,
And love roams free to find its match,
My guess! She would be quite a catch!
Sweet stranger, met in stranger land,
My poetry extends its hand,
All poems, garlands at your feet:
Who dreamed that old and young would meet?
Now simple verse marks simple cause,
A serendipitous life pause!
Brian Johnston
20th of January 2019
Poet's Notes:
(1) I was a Peace Corps Volunteer in Tanzania
from 1964-1966 and still speak some Swahili
though I have little chance to use it usually.
Deborah, it turns out, knows some too! What
fun life is!
Categories:
bor, journey, life,
Form: Rhyme
- a terrible homage to e.e. cummings
she being gently
-used; and you
know a bit loose i was
careless with her and (having
never changed her oil tested
her gas felt of her car bor aytor
and knew her springs were k.
o'd) i went right to it flooded
the engine stalled
her out, wore out the
clutch (and somehow
pulled the e-brake hard wtf) next
minute i was back in neutral tried
her sparks again turned
the engine and brought her all
to a bone shuddering
stop
(and called aaa again).
Categories:
bor, car, metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry
I have a couple of internet Friends in Australia
We like to joke around some, so I wrote them this,
To the tune of "Talk To The Animals" (Dr. Dolittle)
If I could talk to the Aussies
just imagine it
Babbling to a Bloke, in Blokaneses
Imagine Bantering with Bludgers
Chatting to a Cobber
What a neat achievement that would be
If I could talk to the Aussies
Learn all their dialects
Maybe get an Aussie slang degree
I'd study Cone Toad and Dag
Galah, Dill and Bag
And of course Ab-bor-rid-gin-e
I would parle in Punter and Piker
And would curse in fluent Kangaroo
If i'm asked , "Can you speak 'Banana Bender' "
I'ld say "Both Genders, can't you"
If I could talk to the Aussies, learn their languages
Think of all the things we'd disagree
If I could walk with the Aussies
Talk to an Aussies
Slang and Bang and hang with an Aussies
And they could Slang
and Bang
and Hang
with Me !
Categories:
bor, humorous, international,
Form: Light Verse
alth(ough) you
fore(go) the
quid (pro) (quo) &
free th(row) a bouteille de
bor(deaux),
it is most certainly jonathan (doe)
with whom you be(stow) the
(crow) that swoops o’er the
(plateau) in the same
area (code) as your gothique
cha(teau) & still you wouldn’t
(know) how to (show) someone filled up
à ras bord avec (woe)---
rather than (glow) you’ll trust the ta(rot) &
manifest yourself accordingly be(low)
all standards of skid (row) &
game (shows)---
down on your knees in kow(tow)
ready to (blow) the first
(shmo) from whom you got
some (dough),
yes, it seems we’d need to review your bi(o)
before we could consider you anything less than (so)-(so).
Categories:
bor, life,
Form: Free verse
The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.
Rain drips on the windows
There is that which comes
From far away
With hands in handcuffs
I do not know the day or year of humanity...
Stars shine
Thanks to drops falling from trees
The moon springs tight a trap on my pessimism
For a night...
The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.
Copyright © Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Bor, 18.08.1974
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick, 10.08.2005
Categories:
bor, inspirational, love, nostalgia, social,
Form: Haiku