114.
My 27th Leaf
Picked thee on head high
With crowd my side by
From batchmates away
To them again, hey
It's called here “apoy”
A highschool batchmate
Parish affiliate
Rich and religious
Family Venus
Of the Ilawod
Fourth month and sixth day
It's a Good Friday
After procession
Night lights were turned on
Before the “duaw”
Where people cluster
On banwa proper
Second last caro
Float San Enchero
A Station of Cross
Again with batchmates
Like the former years
Somehow miracle
Rare get-together
The Lord bonds us here!
-04/06/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Go forth to the Sea, Sis
In fulfillment of thy request
To flow with divers, seagulls, your Sea dreams
Envy shall sailors see, Sis,
You and this dancing sea, Sis,
Your poems, now in war of man and flowing Sea
In joy of your arrival with its waves
Secrets of the past now shared with mermaids
But this Soup now sour, your absence
In envy of Sea that took your last essence
When fiends you have none to share our Soup
This PoetrySoup, poets in pains
Of your melody, the missing lines
O, Carolyn, why hath thou chose new friends
of the water world?!
Go forth to the Sea, Sis
Good night, Caro, dive safely, your water world
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In the days of agony,
The axe was stronger than the gun,
At that era, men worked with the axe than any other tool,
Days when liturgy was the way of life,
Edge was the name of the drum,
When it sounds,
The message is sent to all men,
And their spirits are awakened,
Egunmu was the name of the dance,
The dance only for the strong,
Caro was the name of the bride,
The unique bride, only for the wise,
Dororima was the spirit of encouragement,
Saying thank you,
And as such, making you want to do more,
Ju was the messenger,
Going all the domestic errands for men.
Those were the days when men were really men.
Quer ter sucesso lembre
O êxito
Na vida ou nos negócios
o sucesso,
só há um caminho:
o desprezo das coisas que não dependem de nós.
AH! êxito.
Para alcançar
custa muito caro
e temos ou de nos resignarmos
a viver sem ele
ou de nos decidirmos a pagar o seu preço.
A razão pela qual algumas pessoas acham tão difícil
O êxito e o sucesso
é porque estão
sempre a julgar o passado melhor do que foi,
o presente pior do que é
e o futuro melhor do que será.
Acredite:
O êxito
Na vida ou nos negócios
É exigente!
Deixe de fazer,
Não faça,
Empreendedor,
Empreendedora;
se queres
ter sucesso ...
Não coloque
O perfume mais caro
Nem o brilho
Exótico nas sombras.
Para
ter sucesso ...
Põe flores
E alguns beijos
Nos seus lábios sempre a sorrir.
Empreendedor,
Empreendedora
se queres
ter sucesso
Põe as falas
Em bonito ramo
E depois canta-as
Do teu coração!
Once upon a time,
We wanted the same world Caro,
But now you found another world,
This quick and early,
I tell you what, I’m sorry,
I’m sorry, I didn't get to hold your hands before your last breathe,
I know you won't read this sonnet, but this is my eulogy for you.
You stole my star and I’m broken inside ‘Cause you’re gone,
You have disappeared but will always re-appear in my memoirs,
Your history won't be wiped for as long I animate & generations to come,
Your death has really hurt me! Too much sorrow! Torrential tears!
I know, I will see you right there in heaven, Amen!
The fear is only God and I recollect you for being a religious lady, Amen!
I will forever love you Caroline.
But this gap in my heart you have left is so big like I'm to move mountains,
However, your street signs and symbols still stand in my head.
C-Love, we will miss you, Oh me... Oh dear… Oooooooooooh…….Oh God... Oh My.. Amen
Till we reconnect again Caroline.
**In memory of #Caroline Nantege
**TmTs
Criticism slips so easily
From unempathetic tongue
That we even blame ourselves.
Still are we not to appraise ourselves
And others, all the time...
Praying for Grace's wisdom?
Shame and blame
Are often all we hear
But surely are not love?
There is no God but God,
Jesus but a shadow of His Love,
Can we claim the same?
Though we are His children,
Let our pride be in Christ's blood,
Not in our own deeds.
Such grace, such beauty, such love,
Loved by God before creation...
Teach me Your ways, oh Lord!
Long Tooth
August 9, 2016
Poet’s Notes:
Inspired by a poem by Caro Cecile, a FB friend and poet!
through pine tree shadows
winds monarch's path to home tree -
needles blown by wings
Brian Johnston
July 28, 2016
Inspired by Caro Cecile on Face Book's Japanese Poetry Garden Path
Poet's notes:
Hoards of monarch butterflies have an amazing migration which is more bird-like than that of any other insect. They migrate thousands of miles following the same path of their ancestors, even returning to the same trees that their parents inhabited to mate and lay eggs. I love the suggestion that their path might be traced by pine needles that have been disturbed and rearranged as they pass.
Oh my dear Mama
I am in love with her
I want to go to Port Rossa
To buy a wedding ring
Yes, yes, I want to go there
And if my love were in vain
I'd go to Ponte Vecchio
And fall to my destiny
I struggle with this tormenting
Oh God, I'd like to die
mama have pity on me
mama have pity on me
To be sung to "O mio babbino caro" by Puccini
You can find it on YouTube I suggest Maria Callas.
IF YOU DREAM
[words written as spelt by emotions]
If you should ever dream
yourself in a realm
you do not know
Where flowers spread
beauty on mirrored streets
And bright stars ride
On a rainbow in a twilight pink
And.....
If you ride in pride
on a stallion's back
And the roses and tulips
Bow down at your passing by
And your image in
The mirror is an angel
And the stars unmount
The rainbow to stand
and dim an applaud at you
And the rainbow rolls down
To spread on the ground
For you to pass on
And the air covers you
with logoligi sweetness
And if the scene engraves
A permanent smile on
Your dazzling face
Then Obaa Caro
You've found yourself
in my thoughts
Verbum Caro, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Verbum Caro by T. Wignesan
Glory to the resuscitated Lord
Incarnate cry of the Flesh becoming Verb
The body is not the place of death
Where the soul feels alright despite revulsion
He who holds his nose
While passing his house full of droppings
Whatever be said : My flesh my pigsty
It is he the tomb requiring cleansing
A body all armed comes out of me
From the invincible nakedness
Fomenting peace in the midst of war
He’s of an innocent cast of mind
As virile as the sun
His worth illuminating the earth
The world is set on his head
The man straightens up It is midday
(from Les Jours de la Passion, first published by the Abbaye de la Pierre-qui-Vire by the Editions diu Zodiaque, 1962)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
bread makes life interesting
more interesting than the evil thoughts
as interesting as the wine and the trees
and the dusty shades of the sunset
brasserie, sweet shops, smell of the baked wheat
a cool breeze over the alps, smell of freshly baked thoughts
over a hot cup of tea
this is what a dear life should be
in the moment, right now
over a loaf of bread,
any way you want, any way you like
pão torna a vida interessante
mais interessante do que os maus pensamentos
tão interessante quanto o vinho e as árvores
e os tons empoeirados do pôr do sol
brasserie, lojas de doces, cheiro do trigo cozido
uma brisa fresca sobre os alpes, cheiro de pensamentos fresquinhos
mais de uma xícara de chá quente
isso é o que a vida deve ser caro
no momento, agora
sobre um pedaço de pão,
do jeito que quiser, como quiser
Caro-LYN,
is an old friend,
extremely dear.
She renews our
contract
every year.
LLean is for effluence
lesser mainers dont buy
Her hand sown boots.
They must go
where its cheap
not hay caro but barrato
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