E Do not hold your breath.
P take the horse out of the rain...
E Do not look a gift horse in the mouth.
P To the given horse do not look out the teeth...
E Piss off
P inflate the scrotum volume...
E Eating crow
P Swallowing the batrachy...
E Throw everything up in the air !
P Pour water on the floor by kicking the bucket...
E Cock-and-bull- story !
P Flaccid colloquy to nurse cattle !
Os E english, P english of expression equivalent in Brazil
Work done with text of Paulo Miranda, translated and adapted by Alkas Poetry
the Dude Dan show off
a clear soft white appearing
cock-and-bull story
I see what I say and when I speak
I say what I clearly see-
A cock did once crow in my village
It was dawn but soon at midday it died
The villagers did many predictions
Had an old man brought in
Revive the animal they all meant to do the herculean task.
The old man rehearsed before them his past
Ideaologies.
To save the life of the poor pet:
“And when we cover the cock with a metal bucket
And when thereafter we strike the top so hard
The fowl would live”
What is a world of noise to the dwelling of the dead?
A nun suggested we cried onto our Maker
But none would listen
What is a world of noise to the Creator’s Ears
All and sundry doubted?
There was a fight between two bulls
Leaving one with his horn totally broken
He had won the fight all right
Not without injury though
Home he went and his Master treated all his wounds.
The tales are two
The world is one
Its people differ in their thoughts
But truth would always stand
God is Love.
Hold on with your tale, brother!
You can't deceive me with that
Cock and bull story of lost brain.
Every eyes has some water in it
But all depend on how we use it.
You may use it for Good or Bad;
All is in your hand to tell the world.
Hold your story to yourself!
You have a burden and I have mine,
What makes It different is the we carry it;
And the way we see it through our eyes.
Mine might be heavier than yours or
Yours might be heavier than mine.
Don't shade those crocodile tears to me,
I have seen a lot and I am tired of them.
Every eyes has some water in them to shade,
Problems would never make me shade a drop of my tears again.
So don't make me feel as if I don't have water in my own eyes by crying here and there because you have nothing to eat.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Mr.Cock and Ms. Bull tied the knot on Sunday night
When the guests departed they were spoiling for the fight
They scouted every nook and cranny
In search of argument if there any
In a kerfuffle they kicked the bucket once in a blue moonlight
Road to exile.
Boko Haram immigrants of hell,
nurtured to torture,
Bomb-tore people like vulture.
We all scared for our own fear,
Death,
that makes us all victim.
Just for a much smaller group or network.
It bothers me, in my inner mind,
how heartless a human can be,
heart more harder than the wildest beast.
who just turned devourer, for religion and illiteracy.
It bothers me less, knowing the time we are in,
The ruthless time of age,
the era John, reviled,
For only those who stand strong will be full of ecstatic.
They claim to be ignorant of Boko,
yet they made use of it,
They path this way, for all these Cock and Bull story.
Regardless of, we will exonerate.
Our faith in Christ Jesus will grow stronger,
For the Conqueror Peaceful Lamb,
Will slay the Perpetrators, with His rod.
Only then will the Crying Soul Rest.