My first Poetry Book
" Post- Structuralism of Lovingness"
By Thwelt Di Nwe
Published by Burmese Language
Total Poems - 36 nos
(1) In a certain realm of the mind, there are shades of orange
(2) Everything I know about you...
(3) With lilac flowers and square-shaped gray
(4) On the Cube-Island of zin
(5) Religion of you and me
(6) Our gradually Sentence, question songs
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(36)
The world could have been Cosmo’s oyster
‘Til as a Burmese monk he cloistered ~
Cosmo never touched drink
Or so they say, I think ~
Then he confused rooster with roister
My bathroom is pink
Hair dye on my sink
In the bath tub too
Punky color, Burmese blue
My towel is a mess
Hair dye on a dress
Burmese blue on a wall
Splattering hair dye down the hall
This one’s Burmese
done with ease if
one sees patterns
or he learns to.
Uh, there is no try; ya do.
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A YaDu:
O. O. O. a.
O. O. a. O
O. a. O. b
O. O. b. c.
O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. c.
(The last line can be 5, 7, 9, or 11 syllables)
in the Everglades there are dangers galore
alligators, crocs, rattlesnakes, and many more….
a cottonmouth aka water moccasin would scare me back to my car
could be bitten by a brown recluse, looking for its violin scar
baby florida panther might entice me with his blue eyes
here comes mama cougar all grown, what an unfortunate surprise!
Burmese python is coming quickly to constrict out my lunch
It is too late to run, I know this is more than a hunch
a red snake, how delightful, uh-oh, I see his fluorescent yellow
I know now he is an eastern coral, a most venomous fellow
where are the black bears? Would they save me? Do you know?
I have heard they only eat plants and garbage litterbugs throw
Is that an alligator or a crocodile? Dare I get near its weird hump?
oh, yes, it’s the big one, so it’s a croc, and they can both jump!
I hear a rattling, and know I am about to be some animal’s lunch
Florida swamps are dangerous. This is more than a hunch.
Half Alpaca, it spits if I dare kiss Cathy's ruby lips.
It plants a jacked-up rhubarb stalk,
a stiff stalking walk
if I dare roan hands over
my lovers compliance.
Cathy’s cat is much loved by itself
and also by the silky paws of its owner.
I think it may be transforming into a Burmese python
or something more slinky, sneaky, and lower.
As for I, it shows its one scorning pink eye
as it struts away
tail up, exposing a cool distain
as arrogantly possessive as any ‘fork you’ flag.
I'm late to the
Meeting on purpose.
My back left paw
Needed 10 or 12
More licks.
Another write-up
Headed my way.
So what?
None of us can
Write or read anyway.
The Society is not
What it used to be.
The Calicos hog the floor.
Between coughing
Up hair balls
They espouse on
Innovative scratching posts
And the hidden
Benefits of sour milk.
Siamese are the worst, though.
Not saying a word. Just
Glaring about in creepy pairs.
"We are Siamese if you please DON'T."
I'm having a blast on my own,
Sitting in this tipped-over
Garbage can in my cozy-dark alley
Enjoying my Heathcliff strip.
Classic. Garfield's overwritten.
Heathcliff's real. My old friend,
Iglesias, a true Burmese,
Says he met the real Heathcliff
Back in '85. I call Bull-litter.
Ah geez,
They're rawring for me now,
Cuz it's my birthday
And they made
Some sort of parfait
Fulla old bananas
And moldy raisins.
So if I'm a total no-show
They're all gonna be
Hissed off.
I better get going.
Thanks for listening
To my PurrCast.
Don't forget to
Lick and subscribe.
the Burmese tiger blew the lid off of her intellectual thinking mind
an incredible dendrite explosion that was felt throughout the land
most of us shuddered, not knowing exactly what had happened
but recognizing it would have an effect on our future in some way
spiritually we were dead compared to the tiger, and now we knew it
he would be able to manipulate us in ways we could not yet imagine
at an ethereal level, we felt vulnerable and alone,
empaths were packing their bags for other planets
If he can enter her mind this easily,
how fast could he manipulate the rest of us?
This did not make the five o’clock news,
but the feelings traveled just as fast.
The Musical Ride by the RCMP
is a Canadian tradition for all to see.
Thirty-two horses of black on parade,
riders in red with lances portrayed.
To see this troop perform their drill
gives all that watch a sudden chill,
Here you see our nation's pride,
ambassadors to Canada with their musical ride.
The RCMP presented the late Queen Elizabeth with a horse named Burmese,
The Queen rode this mare on eighteen occasions in Trooping the Color.
Burmese was a special horse and one like no other.
let me give you some history of the Republic of the Union of Myanmar
is that Burma?
it used to be
they won’t let us have more than two children
they persecute us daily
we cannot travel freely and are refused citizenship
I wonder who “they are” so I ask.
rohingya people.
we cannot own land either.
the Burmese are holding a grudge, angry with us.
why?
our ancestors sided with the British
when?
1948 when they came into our country to steal our resources.
which ones?
jade, gems, oil, teak, natural gas
I try to get away from this crazy person.
there are fifty-four million other Buddhists living here.
surely some of them are more positive.
it begins to rain; a monsoon is not much easier to take.
Cat
Proud, playful
Purring, miaowing, stalking
Tortoiseshell, Persian, Siamese, Burmese
Running, jumping, playing
Soft, small
Kitten
Ghosts, Hosts’ with the mostest
In the House of the dead, Ghost's roam their home they once lived before becoming spirits.
Crickets serenaded near their catacomb; Tree's creek buried deep in loam from the breeze.
Serving Cores light and blue cheese balls to Fairies visiting from the mores.
A Burmese python chasing mice on the splintering wooden floor.
Gargoyle's crash through a trap door causing an uproar as witches with big sores riding brooms zoom down the fireplace.
Unicorns give chase to Gryphon wearing lace around their chins.
A Golem and an Ogre sit quietly talking to one another giving off a stomach-churning odor.
Centaurs fought a banshee shrieking so loudly cracked a marble column.
Gnomes decided to make this place their home with the phoenix in the attic away from the combated Leprechauns living near their garden dome.
The host Ghosts bring out the last of the wine and served pickled swine having a fun time their orbs twinkling like disco balls down the halls.
2/13/2021
sponsor Julia Ward
I ate at a Burmese restaurant
in Chinatown
and had a decent meal
nice and spicy
just the way I like it
I grabbed a couple business cards
so I could remember
where it was
and just because
I like business cards
Now I am sitting
in work using the card
as a bookmaker
and someone notices
a phone number written on back
So now everyone wants to know
who Robin is
but I have no idea
I don’t remember meeting Robin
or procuring (hopefully) her digits
Maybe it was already on the card
or maybe I was that drunk
that I don’t remember
although I don’t usually carry books
when I get loaded
It remains a mystery
I’m almost tempted
to just call the number
to find out for sure
It’s just that I wouldn’t
for the life of me
know what I should say
or where I should begin
7-23-95
To my dear Ruqiya(Bu Bu),
Up in heaven
Happy hunting ground
And we are all sending our prayers.
To my dear Ruqiya(Bu Bu),
We all miss you today
You're not dead, you still alive our heart
Your life is so long.
To my dear Ruqiya(Bu Bu),
We close our eyes and see you
Your smiling face and love
We always remember it.
To my dear Ruqiya(Bu Bu)
Although you are not here
We'll keep you our heart forever
May Allah grant you the highest level of paradise. Ruqiya! Bubu
Ruqiya Binti Waliullah, She was a poetess From Myanmar (Yangon),
She was educated and degree holder (B.Sc Chemistry), She loves to write Burmese and English poems, Write is her passion and reading her habits, Her poems were published in many national and international. Finally , She feel with a cancer disease since 7th Aug 2019. She was massive humble, honest and respected person. Unfortunately, She passed way in the life and her death date 17/10/2020. Her ambition was to shine her son(Osama) like star for the sake of Allah, O Allah fulfill her desire, Ameen . May Allah grant her the highest level of paradise, Ameen.
My respected teacher
She treated me like a parent
Kind and caring for me
She made my life heaven,
She taught me
How to write and draw
She taught me
How to read and how to use
She gives me many lessons
No education
But life lessons too
She is full bright,
She taught me about the world and life
For some time she is a mother
She looks at me like a garden
She is a guide star for me.
©®Ruqiya Binti Wuliullah
Ruqiya Binti Waliullah, She was a poetess From Myanmar (Yangon),
She was educated and degree holder (B.Sc Chemistry), She loves to write Burmese and English poems,
Write is her passion and reading her habits, Her poems were published in many national and international.
Finally , She feel with a cancer disease since 7th Aug 2019
She was massive humble, honest and respected person.
Unfortunately, She passed way in the life and her death date 17/10/2020. Her ambition was to shine her son(Osama) like star for the sake of Allah, O Allah fulfill her desire, Ameen . May Allah grant her the highest level of paradise, Ameen.
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