Whadidit usay?
A ale too far to sail on mar?
Ne’er too far for tha ner keday
And some kin jin us mestarar.
Neh join us there wit min an sord
to take dai in ur hansom handen.
We kanno come that way wid not a bord,
ni morro com Kig an Sor tostanden!
E kin waifor in borg till then.
Nolanger tha needle wai for us,
but canno wee morro on borofin
widot de somulin garolus.
So wesaled wid to foreston
ner de magar to forstallin.
Kig an Sor tostand wid sorrontom,
an nofor ken a pistollin!
Categories:
bord, conflict, courage, fate, nonsense,
Form: Vogon Poetry
La Tombe d’arbre – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Tree Grave » by T. Wignesan
Quand-t-il s’était parti, notre défunt,
Au-delà pour le Monde des Ombres,
Pendant que nous poussions des gémissements,
Nous lui avons enrobé dans d’écorce d’arbres,
Et nous lui avons porté, en récitant
Notre chante de mort lugubre,
Vers sa tombe dans un arbre isolé
Au bord de la Longue Lagune.
Même quand nous sommes bien éloignés
De nos feux de campements éparpillés
Nous ne l’oublions jamais
Ni de jour ni de nuit
En faisant face à l’endroit où il sommeil
Sous la lumière d’une lune blanche,
Au bord des eaux scintillantes
De la lagune silencieuse.
Sont déjà oublié ses exploits de chasse
Et les chansons qu’il avait composées ;
Le pauvre gars tout seul,
Il aura surement de la peur
Quand les vents de la nuit chuchotaient
Leurs aires d’épouvantes
Parmi les chênes marécageux hantés
Au bord de la Longue Lagune.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
bord, bereavement, farewell, fear, funeral,
Form: Elegy
Ime older then you . I hope you doent mynd.
Rilly fun 15 year olds are hard 2 fynd !
I put in 16 years, going 2 skool ,
I started as a jeen-yist .
& now , Ime just a fool !
Math wizzes like me ,
Git bord in dull classes .
& we are so shy that , we never make passes .
So if girls doent make passes at me .
Then ile never looz my virjinitty !...
Categories:
bord, uplifting,
Form: Free 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:
bord, life,
Form: Free verse
I like turbulent things
storms that howl
in thundering winds
and cracks of light
that I can see in
I like mystery
and intrigue too
I like it eyes open
and looking at you
I like minds spoken
and sharing views
but when it’s firm
it’s just us two.
I like to push
and be pushed back
I like to seesaw
on a one way track
running on empty
gaining no slack
... it drives me
exhausts me
and makes me
give up
but I like to cry
and see just what
I’m really made of
I like it in comfort
with pressure to grow
I like it in heels
after wine and a show
I like a rough see
and I like to grow
...it calms me
knowing what
to expect
and I like showing
that I’m Nature’s pet
and I like my feet
in the sand when I’m wet
and I like my hands
on a man you can bet
...it turns me on
a turbulent see
and when I’m calm
it’s the other me
and when I’m wrong
you’ll never hear
a longer stance
then just before
“you’re right dear”
...but I’ll mean it.
I know what I’m like.
”...c’mon Professor,
I’m bord; ...”
Categories:
bord, adventureme, me,
Form: I do not know?
The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed.
He opened the eyes of his wired covered head…
and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me
in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind
wondering if he knows who I am…
To pick a brane that waves to man
is to ride inside the soul of a woman.
He opened the door to my forbiddens…
He fondled my unmentionables
....and found my hiddens.
A trail he left like a beast in my beauty
I wonder if he knew I was dancing slowly
”...LowQ.tis… you’re old school….”
Remember the day when I was wired too?
Since then there’s been a change
I have remote control right over a range
Of infinity… oh! Collective memory?
Strange arrangement of destiny?
I was bord… so I changed the Uni.Verse. ;)
Do you know where you are?
Categories:
bord, adventure, fantasy, friendship, imagination,
Form: I do not know?
Childhood delight, if meant to be
S'mores-gas-bord, little choc-o-chips
A Peanut Butter-Jelly tree
Capri Sun, lil' pouches - hmm - see
Jumping rope, and hop a few skips
Childhood delight, if meant to be
Squirrels & birds, quickly, munch with glee
Tree-crow protects from bunnyips
A Peanut Butter-Jelly tree
Sneaky, scavengers disagree
these treats for itty-bitty snips
Childhood delight, if meant to be
Problems could arise - gollee gee
Peanuts fall, they'll grab with grips
A Peanut Butter-Jelly tree
Nocturne critters, smaller bee
leaving behind few honey drips
Childhood delight, if meant to be
A Peanut Butter- Jelly tree
Categories:
bord, children
Form: Villanelle