Night, drape deep in slumber.
O dream, to nightmare turn?
Multitude, legion, number!
Death, dearth to discern...
Rule of law in wasted land?
Show them, when ye stand.
Orderly, cold countermand?
Break before bed, band.
Young fools making with the schtick?
Candle, burn out quick.
Light both ends and nicker. Wick?
Bone within me, pick.
Wound in heart of warrior?
Stray, become the cur.
Dynamite, how to deter?
Blades and chimes a-whir.
Terrible to live? Oh, yes.
Blossom, O my stress.
Torment, foment thy best guess!
Who would be the less?
Ululation, ugly, meld.
Hound, bay in the street.
O for yearlings on the geld!
Bill, pay self with beat.
Fallow field in autumn?
Rickshaw on the move?
Congregation, sing a hymn!
Inspire to improve...
THRUST AND SLASH
A sword in a scabbard, hung from the belt
For the Teutonic Knights, it costs much geld
Heated and tempered but it does not melt
Most blades are l straight and double sided
Easy to draw as the long blade is guided
To the old Eastern mind, such is derided
The Moorish influence is in Toledo still
With a special steel that is designed to kill
For fancier guardsmen it would fit the bill
A cutlass is curved with cupped brass guard
Designed for slashing when stabbing is hard
But need sharpening if the edge is marred
Knives however, like most daggers, are hid
An arm for a lady to grip, and quietly slid
Ready for determined action, as many did
Some thin to a point, as a poignard will do
But there are other places to find them too
As for a Scot in a sock, that’s a Skean Dhu
'2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19' entry, 03 Nov 2022. Sponsor=Mark Toney
Wir kommen
Wir wandern
Und wir gehen
Das ist alles was wir wissen.
Wir kommen auf die Erde
Wir streifen umher, wir surfen
Und wir gehen mit nichts
Kein Geld, keine Dollars und keine Wertsachen.
Wir sagen guten Morgen
Wir plaudern, lachen und singen
Und wir schlüpfen mit nichts davon
Kein Geschwister, Grundstücke und Aktien.
P.S. Übersetzung von „And We Depart With Nothing“
Aus dem Englischen.
Copyright © April 2022, Hébert Logerie, Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Hébert Logerie ist Autor mehrerer Gedichtbände.
Across the Seas
.......Are so many countries and peoples,
...... I will sadly ~ never see.
.......Too many years have passed.
.......Takes "geld" to go.
......Made the mistake of hesitating.
......And now,travel restricted?
......Imagine me looking up at Big Ben!
......And wearing a mask?
......No thanks, will stay home.
......In my lovely den.
......Fear and I, are long divorced.
......Sadder, too, US jobs are outsourced!
9/4/2021
1
Piercing the dark and striking down the sky
A streak of lightning cuts a thorny route to earth,
Defines the bare silhouettes of trees and homes
That hug the earth like frightened kids drawing
Support from a loving mother, the mother earth.
The rain has stops but the droplets from the sky
Hang limp and cold across the sky to paint an arch
Of such infinite celestial beauty, shape and color:
Humanity loves and celebrates the celestial sight.
Children at school learn with amazement the truth
The seven colors, vibgyor for short, are not so apart
But unite and geld to form the purest colour
Of mother’s milk, of a bride’s attire, all white.
From nature to us the lesson all colors are fine.
It is not the skin projects the inherent grandeur
Of the human personality, nor features nor height:
In their grace and compassion human beings shine.
Stay awake stay awake he repeated
And then the worst of the expletive
For it was just a struggle to maintain
A semblance of order in his refrain
Say it over and over again
Until it became like a long lost friend
But you have to practice the call
If only to make it to the final footfall
And then there were the stares
Without one ounce of heartfelt cares
So wander along within your world
When it comes to the final geld.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Wie waak oor ons gans die wakkernag?
Vind sondes.lank vergete
n aanklag eggo in die gewete
Dalk net stank demone
Wat slaaploos toi-toi in talle drome
Watter wekker skrik sy meester kaal
Wyl hy rondtol.in n lakenhel?
Skape, pennies en sy woorde tel
Of plak gebede saam met drome vas
Teen blank plafonne en die linnekas?
En ook skimme wat eens mense was
n vingerskrif op die klagstaat straf
Ander sluimer niksbeduidend
Wereld werk nog steeds misleidend
Introspeksie hou het geen verband
Onwelkom het net ingekom
Soos infeksie in n agtertand
Prokureur teem onbeholpe
'k kort n advokaat
n leuenverklikker wat moet wèèt waarvan hy praat
Opgetof en opgetoga en n omkoopmagistraat
Sinies en insomnies
naghof ronddool in n doodloopstraat
Wie sake uitgooi maar dan skelm uitstel
Weereens more ons beroof van geld en slaap
Tales lend credence to fact
reeling in that monster fish
understanding the impossible
translating within trusting tact
hear the choir's tune
Live not in what they told you but
in adoration of what shall be
each movement and each note
sung a harmony
Align your soul in soft repose
meld now your broken way
believe not forth a clouded eye
in shepherd's cloth it's sewn
geld those thoughts brought by to steal
under guise of golden goose
invite the vow of merry men
through dated depths of care
your trust, its wield, suspends
With mordant comments
he tries to geld a standpat
in a feminists' meet
and turns a sook
at tea break
--R.K.Singh
My ship has not bubbled
beneath the eer' of my moat,
but battles come
I will be done,
and my queendom shall be sunk.
What will the others pronounce,
as they measure me gram for ounce,
and the people will fly me home
to misfortune bay?
Will my anchor last the living
till they sail the days?
I'll whisper you my pennies.
I'll carve out the trove,
but in it you'll not find the names.
Trust in empty spaces
and geld insanity,
it'd be without these tools
there we'd see.
'n Oomblik waardig van afsondering
'n Vreemdeling nie deur ander gesien
Is ons die verlate?
Is ons die verlater?
Lewe in die nag om sy wreedheid te skuil
Hul gesigte belig die skerms
Die rykes maak geld uit dié oorlog
Die sterftesyfer styg
Nog 'n verraaier
Die leuenaar, die patriot
Hoeveel leuens, hoeveel sterftes
Afgemaai soos 'n lam wat geslag word
Nog 'n spook vir jou verlede
Nog 'n gelowige, nog 'n slagoffer
Ken nie die pad van die tou na die vloer
Kyk in die gesig van die wat jou verraai
Jy is die gejagte, die slagoffer, die prooi en die vervalle
Ons sterf almal alleen.
Mommy I'm sorry,
For never listing to you,
I'm sorry for not helping out much,
And also for making you shout a lot,
I never meant to hurt you
or make you cry.
I never meant to doubt you or even scream and fight with you,
I tired so hart to be good,
but never really achieved
because I didn't think I could
Please don't regent bringing me into this world
because I'm so geld it was you
and some old cow
I never meant to take your love for granted
and chuck the biggest tantrums
I love you so much.
Even though I don't show it
but I'm writing this poem to let you it
please know it's true
because I really do love you....