14 Coursing!
Reflection one,
Gematria is revealing,
14 is “Dai”, enough, done?
Tzoros are healing,
Rav C. Shumulevitz wrote “Con”,
Or “With” feeling “Busha”
For your missed mission,
Tzoros have done annealing,
Are no longer needed? Redundant?
14 also is “Zahav” or Gold,
Precious as a watershed?
Wisdom from Tzoros’ toll?
Speaking, thus the rock bled?
Small steps, downsize the goal,
Reframe anguished cries instead,
Wishful thinking? Fatigue taking hold?
Mussar to the head,
And to the heart “B’HisPaalus” bold,
7th inning stretch? Bullpen retread,
Journey & Destination are one fold!
When blackened at that time,
as the fate of this country,
In the Dai Nippon colonial era,
the baby was born.
Childbirth is true fate.
breastfeeding as God's gift,
laudatory nature and remarkable deeds.
Nothing for partus sequitur ventrem,
children born not to slaves.
Mom, who nine-monthed him,
happy and grateful.
The baby was exceptional.
The Colonial Army never sets claws,
unexpected obstacles,
grounding and sinking.
Where?
Who?
Naqaba, walked,
followed a narrow path.
The Guru,
Sekumpul.
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!
Preschooler mesmerized by The Prayer - angels sing.
La luce che tu dai
I pray we'll find your light
Nel cuore resterà
And hold it in our hearts
A ricordarci che
When stars go out each night
L'eterna stella sei
Songwriters: Carole Bayer Sager / David W. Foster
Fischer-Bocelli Bravura
sprightly vibrato
violins serenade
sage roses on stage
9/13/2021
As the hills and streets fall silent
and the shadows claim the land
As you rest your head for another night
spare a thought for an innocent man
"Free Dai Morris"
the truth speakers say
ACAB ?
Well they are making it seem that way
Justice will continue to be fought for
until the real culprits get that knock upon their door
FREE DAI MORRIS !
He deserves to be free
and we hope that day will come,
eventually
Stuffed cabbage rolls waft thru the house
old memories slip in and out,
Babcia i dziadek would be proud
and Busia and Cioci would be too.
A head of kapusta to Golumpki formed
the cousine curiosity so tasty and delicious reborn,
give me a kiss upon my forehead then eat
Dai Mi Buzi and smile, jesc, the surprising gastronomique.
For want of a steak and kidney pie
I went to the pub with Jones & Dai
We started to eat
When whom should we meet -
A kidney donor having a cry!
It is noon on the day of the summer festival
Dai the gardener had used the rotavator daily
The grass was lush, green and level
Madam Clara’s fortune telling booth had been pitched.
The young boys were on radar alert ready to shout,
When they spotted the civic dignitaries were near,
Notes in hand the one read I won’t refer to previous festivals
Loud groans prevailed, wish we could gag him one shouted loudly.
Nan asked what’s that noise in the distance
I think I hear a toot from a steam train
Rumbling past the racecar track
Yes you did we all shouted
The day had been fun a smiling mam and dad,
Two children and a pup fast asleep journeyed home
penned 12 May 2018
Contest : Palindrone by Joseph May
BLUE EYES BLUE
Candle stick oh candle wick
keep on burning true
light of love now come to me
from your blue eyes blue
you're the glowing halo in
all the dark that's me
in the hottest of your flame
it's a blue eyes blue.
Candle stick oh candle wick
love is all your glow
light of love now reaching out
with love we should know
some might have a problem with
understanding you
but you light the dark of me
with your blue eyes blue.
by Vee Bdosa the /Doylestown Poet
BLUE EYES BLU
bastone candela oh stoppino
continuare a bruciare vero
luce dell'amore ora vieni da me
dai tuoi occhi azzurri azzurri
si sta l'alone incandescente in
tutto al buio che mi è
nella più calda della tua fiamma
si tratta di un occhi blu blu.
bastone candela oh stoppino
l'amore è tutto il bagliore
luce dell'amore ora raggiungere
con amore dovremmo sapere
alcuni potrebbero avere un problema con
che capite
ma si accende al buio di me
con gli occhi azzurri blu.
by Vee Bdosa the /Doylestown Poet
Kabeth Ka Njeri
who is he?
why comment on your status?
why does he baby you?
today this one tomorrow that one?
am tired of your questionsis this love or what?why are you insrcure?
why dont you trust me?
loving u is by choice
let them b
am tired of ur questions
a day never passes by,
without you complaing.
yesterday you pushed me away
and today u want me back
one dai i will leave never to look back
am tired of this love
tired of accusations
lets drive apart
mayb we were never ment
lock the heart door as u depart
because am gone
Pa! the soldier come! with
gum and money and big big fun!
they like my aoi dai (dress) and
long black hair,
Pa! I meet fella, stripe on arm,
big heart, big dollar and home have
farm;
Pa! he want take me to mountain far,
Yes! OK?...Oh thank you Pa!
..................
Pa! I have baby now and fella gone...
I come home soon to village I can?
Yes? OK! thank you Pa!
Pa?... where you and sister and little Phu?
where Ma and friends and people too?
where the songbird breezy sing, where
the mill and rice and fish?
Pa! there is no song, no bird no fish,
all you gone I know not where,
only here a single path and grass so
stained by bone and death;
Oh Pa! Pa! Pa!
This Satanophobia makes me fear more
A jobless framework like a rust armour
From the arsenal of an old strong warlord
Surefooted to cut down a long strong rod.
Its an aframomum melegueta
Which its pungency hurts than a cutter.
Idleness; a caustic abstract worker
Bow in the hand of evil chief archer.
Seest thou an idle man; devil's abode
Activates arch injurious spirit mode
There, every evil venture was acted
To destroy good works that was created.
The master of mischievousness is good
At making an unused hand as his food.
He puts evil on an engage-less man
Like ao dai on vietnamese woman.
Ye idles away like a falling leaf
While others toil to earn a coin for beef
And ye rip off them of their hard labour.
An idle man, a devilish harbour.
Hailed as the toughest exam in the world,
Piling pressure on teenage boys and girls.
Study, study, study
To get into university.
Study, study, study,
The government doesn't care about your stifled creativity.
It's a rigid, elitist system,
Dividint students into different spectrums.
Band one is for all the smart kids,
If you get into Band two or three you'll never succeed.
They don't care if you really learn or just cram,
They even limit the name you can use in the English writing exam.
Perfect for nurturing "go-fun-dai-nun"-- kids who only know to study
But with no other abilities -- including me.
FIVE MONTHS TILL LIBERATION!!!
with people all around me
ic ant tell you how i feel about you
if i ever have a chance
i wouldn't know what to say
becuase the way i feel about you
is greater then the world
and i'm scared
that i tell you my feelingyou'll laugh in my face
saying that it will never work
and i cant bare to face that
i think i rahter dai then
hear you say those words
and when i think about the words
i think are those feeling real
what do i feel
do i feel confused
hurt
hatred
no
i cant feel any of those things
becuase what i feel
is wonderful
spectualer
liek a miricle has happen
what i feel is to strong for me
but i know its true
i love you
three simple words
meaning big things