Written By: D. Collins 7/18/25
Amidst this chaos I'm at a loss for words.
I need to go to the water and regroup my verbs.
Hear the sound of waves splashing in my ear.
And an Atlantic breeze blowing through my hair.
Yeah 'Mon....'Dat right 'Dere is exactly what I need.
A long stroll by the water just to help me breathe.
A body of water with thousands of miles in between.
That little piece of the earth folks have never seen.
Dike Alaa Mm?? (Maka Chukwuemeka Ike)
Izunna Okafor dere ab? a
Gém gém gém gém!
Dùm dùm dùm dùm
Tìkó tìkó tìkó tìkó
Gbám gbám dùm dùm.
Ùgbòrò ab?? ka òkù na-akp? dike
? kp?? ya na nd?, ? kp?? ya n'?nw?
Ihe emegh? n'ízù, o mee n'?nwa
Maka na isi gbàá ah?, chaa áw?,
Nwa onye ?wa ga-azar?r? chi ya òkù.
?z? t?? n'ili dike
?ha mm?? na ?ha mmad? an? ísì ozu ya
Maka na ? na-ab? ekwe k??
Àmà agbaa.
? b? g?n? na-af???
Oke mmiri àtáálá n'udummiri
Ihe mèrè na Nd?keli?nw?
Oke mmad? ebuláálá akw?kw?
Gìdì gìdì gìdì
Kotìko dùm dùm dùm
Cha?! íbo èzéé n'obí ézè
Ebubedike alaa mm??
G?n? ka a na-ekwubèd? ihe a?
Chukwuemeka Ike àpàchiela anya
Eze Ndikeli?nw? ejebego obodo af?dobe
Izùtè nd? mb? na nd? ègèdè n'?hà mm??.
Ihe emee n'obi eze
? na-ab? ézè az? kakp??
? si òsìmìrì l?ta
Onye ije alakwúrú chi ya.
Chukwuemeka b? dike ?b?r? nk?
?kaibe n'?h?a edemede
?kamm?ta nwere ùgwù
Cha?! eze obi umeala alakpuo ?ra.
Ihe ala rìrì àkár?á
Ya d?ba, maka na ?wa a b? ah?a
Onye z?cha nke ya, ? laba
Chukwuemeka Ike lad? mma.
Kókó kókó tìkó tìkó
Dùm dùm kótì
Eze, ka mkp?r? obi g? zùru ike udo
?b?ch? nkw? ka any? z?k?? ?z? n'?hà mm??
Onye ije lad? mma.
Ich have y-don al myn youth
“I have done it all my youth”
(anonymous Middle English poem)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I have done it all my youth:
Often, often, and often!
I have loved long and yearned zealously ?
And oh what grief it has brought me!
Original Middle English poem:
Ich have y-don al myn youth,
Oftë, ofte, and ofte;
Longe y-loved and yerne y-beden ?
Ful dere it is y-bought!
Keywords/Tags: Middle English, translation, medieval, rhyme, epigram, lament, complaint, youth, love, loved, longing, longed, grief, sorrow, depression, oft, often, yearning, zeal, zealous, zealously, desire, lust, passion, yearn, yearned, yearning, long, longing, dear, dearly bought, purchased, cost, price, expense, expensive, England
Before dat one stop I dare 2 take
Dere was a face off wth so many breaks
To myself I used to ask
M I slow or the others fast
Dere always prevailed a world of confusion
When ever I tried to find a solution
Stopped for a while for a second I thought
Looked at the continuously moving world
And captured some snapshots
Now I know the path to walk upon
And I will remain hooked on
Because whenever I will hear noise
I have dat innervoice
due to high demand I'm back
and betta
thanks pandita
but u can't beata
you'll never be like me
you're just gonna have to wait and see
you're just a wannabe
watching ma every move
creepin on me like a slalka
I be spittin bare bars on da street
you peasants cant handle da heat
standin dere wiv ma fresh creps
nike air max 95
bet u wish u aint alive
I'm done
adios chicos
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down Home
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/1989
"Son!
If
I told choo
once,
I told choo
twice -
Don't take
yo ass,
back down
on
dah Gulf.
Don't
choo hear
me
talk'n to you
son?
you ain't
listen'n."
Yes,
um listen'n
Big Daddy.
"Well den,
Big Daddy,
don't
want choo
down on dat
Gulf,
all
by yo-self.
Son,
dem waters
are ruff!
dey
jus bout
take
my
little boy,
clear
way from
here.
and
dat jus
bout
kill
yo
Papa -
You
here what
um
say'n?"
Yes,
Big Daddy,
I hear
what you
saying.
"Now,
you gon play
stick ball,
wit
dem little boy's
righd dere -
Son,
hear my
words,
Don't
take yo ass,
back
down yonder -
Try me
ipp'n you
wan too,
Gon now."
Okay
Big Daddy.
It was gettin' late,
bot dere was one ting, I've been wantin ta see
Is whot ever 'appened to Wee Luck McGee
So by nature I traveled, to the pub way 'cross town
pulled up a stool and laid me coins down
I first had a pint, then another to follow
Und just a wee whiskey, barely a swallow
When I 'eard a door slam, and in pops McGee
Walkin' and wavein' his way right to me
"McGee you old sod, where've you been" I inquired
"Spendin' me nites filled with lust and desire"
McGee then sat down on the stool to me right
Popped in a smoke and asked for a light
"You dog" I declared, I was surely amazed
A man of his age should surely be praised
Dat's wen 'E produced two pills from 'is coat
And said pay attention you'll want to take note
I first take Vigara as part of me scheme
Den an Ambien to meet, the girl of me dreams
Lo dere
who care?
Ma say
go way
No pride
wit ride
Someday
I may
Succeed
wit weed
Til den
AMEN
Come closer.
I fear you,
but what can I say?
You are the reliever.
Come closer,
Despite perspectives I’ve heard of you,
How dere I?
You are cruel,
I take an initiative now,
Come closer.
In life,
There comes a time
To call all quits.
Not that I give up,
But I save many from pain.
For the sake of the many,
Come closer.
This negative chapter
Can’t continue anymore.
It cannot be paused for later continuation.
It cannot be revised or replayed.
Bring it to an end.
When I dare look back,
A dark cloud hangs instantly.
Doubt, sorrow, sadness, unpleasantness,
Were the theme.
Now fatigue is my new theme.
I am weak.
I have fallen enough,
I have permitted enough,
I have handled enough.
I cannot permit or handle more.
Cease this not for my sake.
Now I only look forward to your coming.
Harken to my emotional request.
Make hast to come.
Not to them but to me.
Not for my sake but for theirs.
Not later but now.
I fear you.
clouds r geting angry n storming hard...
leaves r getin dry n falling apart...
winds r getin haunted n shoutin loud...
reasons r out of my mind lyk im in
shroud...
im frightend wid d dark moonlight..lyk
blaming me..
bt getin a hope frm light tower...4
continuing it...
waves of sea r rising rising upwrds..lyk
tellin me...
reasons r in ur heart ..u just hv to admit
it...
my nervs r getin frozen...n makin me
numb..
my head z wreckin upside down...lyk
thrown n broken..
deep inside dere r wrds of urs blazin...n
makin me crumb...
servin u hs taken me into trashes...nw its
forbidden..
nw im sailin in an ocean lyk a free soul
wid passion..
liftin myslf up n touchin sky wid naked
eyes...
reasons r hard to find nw..pausin ds
commotion..
till dn flyin free spirited n searchin 4
hidden bays...
if u like ds poen or evn nt...just post ur cmnts...i wud realy love to observe dt...thnks for readin...
light has always reminding me about truths...
hope z always dere in my heart...
makin my own destiny lyk sm odrs..
n a man who z god himself n my world impart..
a man who forgives my mistakes..
a man who gives me a protective delf..
a man who selflesly allocates..
a man who z god himself..
nthin cn break his promises..
a surity which cn be seen in his face..
nthin cn touch his goal n tame it..
becoz he hs faith on me n it wl brace..
smone who dnt take wrong decisions..
becoz things breakdown if u dnt care of a shelf..
smone who wnts to c odrs hapynes..
becoz he know the priority of god himself..
love pari
if u liked d poem or evn if u hate it..plz gv me ur feedback through ur cmnts..i wl apreciate it..
in the morning dere z light flashin thru my window...
lyk it hs vanishin al my pain n sorrow...
bt den my alarm clock finishd ds al..
ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls...
al care n love keep surroundin 2 me...
whn my mom n dad feed breakfast 2 me..
lyk it hs been years 2 sit wid dm al...
ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls..
whn i travel thru my pathways..
i c little children playin run n chase..
all my instinct captured by dm n become real..
ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls..
i always wonder if my lyf would be more lyk me..
so dat nobody cn tame it as dey wnt to be..
dn dat flash in mornin could be passin thru my harsh wall..
ds jst becomes a glimpse of hapyns whn our job callss..
love pari
if u liked d poem or evn if u hate it..plz gv me ur feedback through ur cmnts..i wl apreciate it..
Dere once was a goil in da Quawta
Who never did do what she oughtta.
She stripped down one night
--Dat was really a sight--
Till NOPD come and caughtta!
Pweeze wet me expwain, officer -
I taught it was dat wascally wabbit agin...
buwwowing under my ewectric fence,
eating up my cawwots. wettece, my bwoccoli
and-and...even my woot-a-beggers!
He's a weal pest...constantwee hawassing me,
destwoying, wandom wooting, wuining my cwop...
din waughing at me! (Dere outta be a waw)
Wha...awwest me?...Dis is an outwage!
I am a waw-abiding citizen!...Wead me my wights!
I demand pwoper mis-wepwesentation!
I am going diwectly to your superwior office, pwivate!
Bewieve it my fwiend, you will wive to wegwet this...
Ow! Must you be so fweekin WUFF?...Dat hoits!
I have woomatism you know! Powice bwutality! Po...
Aw scwew it...Wes! Wes! I moidered da widdle bum!
(Wunning awound dwessed wike dat
distwibuting doze siwwie cowoured eggs
Embawassing widdle cweature...
It's a downwight disgwace I tell you)
2/26/2013
sister sister
a female person havin the same
parents
with you.
sisters can be the first afta the
mother.
Either young or old,
they r alwaiz dere for you
they can be a shoulder for you to
cry upon,
you can be a shoulder for dem to
cry upon,
they are loving and caring,
they are more precious than jewels,
OH!they are incomparable,
Even in Genesis 12:13"say you are
my
sister,that it may go well with me
because of
you,and that my life may be spared
for your
sake".
Oh sister,sister how lovin you are...
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