He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever.
Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple?
The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer.
Wasn't their psyche more than their physique what made them ill?
A lesion in reason and logic rots the mind, like rust.
Depression, delirium, dementia, and rifts in moods
Loss of autonomy, grief, loneliness, and lack of trust
Optimism fades like a waning moon, and pessimism broods.
He knew these puddled muddles. Was he a psychoanalyst?
How was he able to read each mind like a telepath?
Wasn't he, for-bye, a universal philanthropist?
Was he not the zenith of extraterrestrial math?
Innocence, like crystal clear streams, flooded from his person.
Wasn't he, after all, the Almighty God's precious son?
Divine days lost
Into the years, eaten by the
Vultures that took our flame.
Onwards tomorrow, we´ll have
Rememberings to step out.
Capturing our life together...!
Exam failed by you and me.
He's above the earth, far away from my touch
Hanging in her arms of the sky
-Staring at me
A dream of eternal shone in our eyes
My love, unheard as a whisper
The vast horizon lave in his shine
I'm merely an admirer of his
As the vales lean their hand to feel him
and clouds tempt for a kiss
The sea portrayed him in her ripple
- greens in their leaves
Fortunate peaks thieved a hug
-the earth push her trees for a glance of him
Miles of silence was between us and
-Only our eyes spoke-
the pain and mystery of dark
He's near to the sea, sinking, to her lap
As a mid sunset, he stared, in my red eyes
My hands leaned into an unknown
- the soul ached, unconditionally
I felt my last bye, a promise of hope
He's above the earth, far away from my touch
Hanging in her arms of the sky
-Staring at me
An untold sensation abut my fingers,
-slowly every bit of my body
A hot breath breeze over me
And a fragrance of jasmine
And, A shine!
The sky bent over me, like a wish.
The words were granted; I'm your moon, my love
Eye rowed my hoarse
won summer’s day
My horse went hoarse
and wood knot nay
I whisted my turds to make him laugh
Butt Muffin choked and started coffin
I said Muffin you’re having a giraffe
A lass I kneed a coffin two carry him off in
Eye road my hoarse won summer’s day
My hoarse went horse and wood knot nay
Pleas can ewe tell me wear two berry a hoarse
Knot inn the knackers yard ore on a race coarse
My hoarse went horse won summer’s day
Butt now he’s dead watt can eye say
I’d whisted my turds to make him laugh
Eye will put hiss obituary inn the telegraph
Eye’ll miss old Muffin my trusty hoarse
Butt Muffin choked and now he’s dead
Aye wish my hoarse had staid the coarse
I’ll bye a donkey and ride hymn instead
Butt my donkey was in fact a mule
Aye didn’t no the difference I’m a fool
Now Muffin the mule’s ran out of fuel
Eye should have listened moor inn school!
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You whistle through me 1 out of 3
Like Circles encompassing a Tree
Glowing in the Park
With subtle leaves facing Autumnal drop
You Sail the breeze on bonded knee
Helping me to grow
Black Tar on Purest Snow
Mona Lisa blunt your Pain
For My Love for you is swallowing up the ground
Underneath my feet where seeds of woe fail to grow
Ringing in my tear's
Because you pass me bye a thousand blinK's each day
Yet never look my way
Incoming ...
distress missive call
Hangups on the other side
of the continental divide cellular room
Mushroom sobs of insecurity
click end of volatile transmission
Redialitis sparks an emotional kaboom
Hold the phone ...
busy signal
blocks the aural unnecessary
audio carrying on
Listen to the sick, sad drone
of earworm infection
Party line frienemy chatter —
rumor skullduggery
lip shake the skeleton bones
Wireless ...
discredit babble cry is on the blame install
Wronged directory
sent bye-bye a phantom victimized 911 call
Hangups on the teary-eye side
of the bleary divide
Insecure tremors rattle the room
Situation report bleak ...
relationship on a carrier gloom
Moby D pigeon chirps want the last speak
Mushroom wails
spark splash a cellular kaboom
Hold the phone ...
fade-to-black signal
buries the raised decibel unnecessary
verbal carrying on
Silence transmits an air golden tone;
as needless, exhale worriations
of arrhythmic heart palpitations
get disconnected lung distance long
And the bad karma vibrations
beep off-the-tower power grid gone
What’s in a handshake?
What's its value or worth?
Between any two people,
All over this beautiful Earth.
The shake outshines
Ten thousand @replies.
It’s not a typed “Hi mate”,
It's much more personalized.
A shake can mean “Well done”,
From New York to a frozen Moscow.
A contract, a promise, an amnesty,
A truce, good bye, a plain hello.
Is the value the feel of human touch,
When starting intimate relations?
It’s so powerful it can even
Create peace between two nations.
Handshakes should be taught
To every school girl and boy.
We might then have universal peace,
Physically connecting all with joy.
Care free driving down the lain,
sites of yesteryear refrain,
Children playing inn there yards,
Tattered houses somewhat scarred.
Traveling inn gay apparel,
Run across ORANGE BARREL!
Flashing arrows catch the I,
Must move over, lest ye dye!
Press the petal, ewes the brakes,
Up and coming, highway steaks!
Now between a garbage truck,
Driven bye a selfish schmuck,
Long lines, bumper two bumper.
Grate need of cable jumper!
Taxes payed on rode repair,
Hit the whole, say a prayer!
FISTS SHAKE
HORNS BLAIR,
"KNOW GO"
ANYWHERE!
Sunflowers turn slowly
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads
when afternoon’s done.
What a golden vision
they share row after row
With deep amber faces,
their tiny seeds all aglow.
The summer breezes blowing
o’er the fields with warm air
Shares pride in a country
with its beauty so fair.
I smile in contentment
as I l leave old Italy
With a sea of them waving
good-bye to me.
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Italian translation:
Fiori della Toscana
Solefiori ruotare lentamente
a seguire il sole.
Si inchinano le loro teste pesanti
Quando ha fatto pomeriggio.
Che una visione d'oro
essi condividono la riga dopo riga
Con facce profondo ambrati,
Loro piccoli semi tutto raggiante.
La brezza estiva che soffia
sopra i campi con aria calda
Orgoglio di azioni in un paese
con la sua bellezza così fiera.
Sorrido in contentezza
come ho l lasciare la vecchia Italia
Con un mare di loro sventolando
good-bye a me.
Note: This translation is as close to my original poem as possible.
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Row after row in or shine,
She grew them where the scattered lay;
Mayflowers, roses, columbine,
A fairyland among decay.
I ran to where her wielded wand
Cast beauty down between dead bark.
Damp earth we combed with clawing hand,
Light fingerplay among the dark;
Then danced upon her magic lawn.
"Choose one, the fairest to your eye.
It's grown for you and you alone;
Then tend till old enough to die."
Till old enough? For it or me?
My longer and my shorter years,
A garden kept on bended knee
From vine and weed, with sweat and tears,
And blooded briar, choking turf;
Till bye and bye, a withered rose;
And this: her hushing voice - "enough!
That was the fairyland you chose."
David Colquhoun.
IT'S TIME TO WOKE UP,
IT'S TIME FOR PEOPLE TO GO FOR WORK,
IT'S TIME FOR BIRDS TO GO IN SEARCH OF FOOD,
IT'S TIME FOR FLOWERS TO BLOOM,
IT'S TIME FOR DARKNESS TO GO,
IT'S TIME TO START A NEW DAY...
IT'S TIME FOR THE SUN TO RISE.
IT'S TIME FOR PEOPLE TO GO BACK HOME,
IT'S TIME FOR BIRDS TO RETURN,
IT'S TIME FOR FLOWERS TO WITHER,
IT'S TIME FOR DARKNESS TO COME,
IT'S TIME TO SAY BYE A DAY....
IT'S TIME FOR THE SUN TO SET.
There was a fat pickrel from Perth.
Saddled with little self worth.
He befriended a perch.
Who lived bye a birch.
Then ate him ,increasing his girth.
Finest woven trappings of silk thread
Along her path he shouldn’t tread
Heaven
I tried to ascertain just what EYE might be.
EYE = Eternity.
A rally long time.
E = MC 3.
Heaven.
A boy running in a straight line and never tiring never
even stopping just running and running and never out
of breathe never worried about his little heart, no start
or beginning and no ending.
Wait , no that is not eye.
Heaven.
Three Old Men walking with walking sticks.
Walking in a straight line ,stately, and with dignity.
Three Old Men whom are dignities , walking in the desert,
passing bye a tent,turning out of the heat because
Abraham hailed them.
Please kind sirs stop in here and eye will feed them.
EYE am Heaven.
Eye am on my way to destroy the Sodom and Gomorrah.
For the hue and the cry of it has reached to me in Heaven.
Heaven.
Sometimes fire upon the wicked just to save them.
Heaven.
Life instead of death deserved.
Heaven.
Manna in the wilderness instead of a man in a red dress.
Heaven.
Eye could now go on and on and on and on and on and on and on,
Heaven???
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