Long Cote Poems
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Quand le jour se levera, la lumiere eclaira
la bonte divine nous reviendra et l'amour s'eclatera dans nous
voila les chemins menant de partout
les passagers et les amis de la mort sont la
les gardiens de la volonte les guident.
Quand la terreur reignera, le jour deviendra tout noir
la paix prendra la fuite, la vie nous quittera
l'amour disparaitra sous nos yeux
moi voila que le corps de mon corps me quitte.
Je deteste ma vie, voila que je l'ai toujours fait
mon ame est en route de demenagement
j'ai toujours voulu connaitre mon existence
mais le temps m'a toujours empeche de le connaitre
pauvre moi, j'ai la foi et la volonte mais la force me manque.
J'ai la chaleur dans moi et la honte dans mon coeur
mon ame et mon corps me brillent
j'ai la sensation d'une petite etre, sur cette enorme terre
ma vie est en danger, je l'ai voulu et voila que je l'ai perdu
je l'ai manque et je suis dans le desespoir.
Mon coeur me lache, la vie me blesse, me deteste et m'humiliee
la terreur me guide, mes pieds sont devenus des bois et la terre du feu
ca me chauffe sans arret
je suis dans le noir, le tenebre qui m'entoure ne me donne pas pause
il me guide chaque jour et m'oblige a tout donne
je laisse tout et je pese sur coeur.
La meilleur facon de mes meilleurs moments, me faite et me creee la honte
parmis ceux qui etaient les mien
ca me chauffe, ca me fait mal
la honte me reclame
j'ai la jeunesse sous mes yeux mais je touche la vieillesse
je jaunie comme les bananes de mes enceintres
je reflechi mais ma memoire est deja si fatigue
mon coeur est fache contre moi, il me quitte sans pitie
je reste avec un trou enorme dans ma poitrine.
Le gout de mes levres est deja amer
j'ai la poesie au bout de ma langue et la justice sous mes levres
la colere des dieux me reclame, le pouvoir des mien est indesirable
je ne suis plus moi meme, lorsque je n'entend plus ce petit voix dans moi
qui m'indique le chemin et me montre le beau cote des choses.
La terreur des dieux est tout pres
ca fait honte de mandier celui que t'as neglige et blesse dura ton existence
mon coeur est en larme, c'est quoi d'abord vivre?
la puissance de la nuit nous tombe dessus, oui, toi et moi
nous allons pleures, cries et mourir de peur
le jour du jugement est la!
Form:
je n'ai pas choisi mon nom
ma couleur ou ma religion
je n'ai pas choisi le liban
ni d'etre arriver dans ce temps
cependant mes amis
je vais choisr ma vie
il ne me reste plus beaucoup de temps
profitons encore des moments restant
meme les choses arrivent a leur fin
et rencontrent la mort a la fin du chemin
ceci est notre destin
alors pour cela profitons de demain
je veux etre heureux avec ce que la vie me donne
je vais rencontrer de nouveaux amis et de bonne personnes
je veux rencontrer mon ange gardien qui restera a mes cotes
je veux rencontrer l'etre qui restera pres de moi pendant leternite
peut etre il ne faut pas rever
car cette personne ne peut pas exister
cependant je sais qu'elle m'attend
je la chercherai tant que je suis vivant
avec mes experiences je grandirai
je devienrai un homme qui pourra tout affronter
je serai toujours la
pour les gens qui ont besoin de moi
ne t'inquiete pas
je ne disparaitra pas
quand tu voudras me parler
tu n'aura qu'a me contacter
je ne te laisserai jamais
et ceci restera la verite
peut etre on se rencontrera une autre fois
et que peut etre cette fois je pourrai etre a cote de toi
je ne sais pas si nos chemins vont se rencontrer
peut etre serait-ce la chance ou notre destinee
crois moi je ne t'oubierai pas
dans mon coeur tu resteras
si jamais je pourrai etre pres de toi
fais moi signe ne m'oublie pas
ton sourire est ce qu'il ya de plus beau
je ne peux pas te decrire avec des simples mots
ton bonheur est plus important que tout
avec tes yeux dores et ton regard aussi doux
sur ces mots je te dis a bientot
car non ce n'est pas la fin de notre histoire
meme si je sais que c'est impossible
tant qu'il ya de la vie, il ya de lespoir
Wo P[(3)] Ny[(3)] H(c)! (1)
You, who forever will be so much bigger than just me,
Now our word 'Bigger' seems to beggar human greatest minds!
If YOU seemed just a star? (that man can hardly see) reminds
Of new GALACTIC form, where galaxies, not stars, the norm!
Your infinite dimensions shield us though from what intentions yield.
No human eye sees all! How grok your depths since we so small?
INFINITY that small infinities may hope to be when grown,
And yet somehow You show your care and listen to our moan,
We might by Grace enjoin your will; our praises have some value still,
Our egos serve (without our guile) most days to make our Father smile!
Brian Johnston
20th of June 2018
Poet's Notes:
(1) Translation: "Thy Will Be Done!"
'Brackets' in the title mean non-capital letters should get used. A 'Parenthesis' in the title means that a mirror image 'of a letter shown' gets used in the "Twi" language. Thus, may you get a picture of the written word.
Borrowed from Wikipedia: Twi (pronounced [t??i], or Akan Kasa) is a dialect of the Akan language spoken in southern and central Ghana by about 6–9 million Ashanti people as a first and second language. Twi is a common name for two former literary dialects of the Akan language; Asante (Ashanti) and Akuapem, which are mutually understandable. There are about 9 million Twi speakers, mainly originating from the Ashanti Region and about a total of 17–18 million Ghanaians as either first or second languages. Akuapem Twi was the first Akan dialect to be used for Bible translation and became the prestige dialect as a result. The Southeastern people of Cote D'Ivoire also speak it.
“Anything can be achieved if you set your mind to it.”
Kim was born with the rare disease Poland’s syndrome,
Which means that he has abnormal or missing muscles,
On the left side of his chest wall, but surgery did tone.
A student of Medicine and Surgery at Leeds University,
He was a proud junior, the Under-13 level World No. 2,
In the sport of table tennis, ‘cos it's speed and closeness,
Instantly excited him when he tried it at nine, it had hue.
He made his international debut in 2008 at age sixteen,
And won lots of gold medals, came fourth at the Euros,
In 2011, which took him onto the London Paralympics,
Which are set in him as his epic, life-changing clothes.
So at the Slovenia Open in 2013, Kim won the bronze,
And then at the European Championships in the singles,
He made the quarter finals, but then at the Belgian Open,
He took the gold in the class 10 of the singles with ingles.
2014 saw him win a silver at the Slovenian Open again,
And then when he travelled to the Cote d’Azur to compete,
In their International, Kim consolidated his choice talent,
By stylishly taking the gold in the singles, a victory sweet.
Kim took a year off his studies in 2015 to prepare for Rio,
And in 2016 at Italy’s Lignano Master Open, determiner,
He secured a bronze in the singles, so Rio was certain,
There he reached the singles, team quarters: a winner.
“Cambodia is
Cambodia but not really
Cambodia.”
That’s what some say
As the years roll on
Forty years or so since Pol Pot and his pals posted
‘Year 0”,
Sent the whole thing to the wash,
And it came out
Red.
So now I recline on
Sun built beaches
Night into Day
Sandwiched between gaggles of
I-pod armed youth
Just escaped from a
Lifelong sentence,
At least for a summer,
Dazzling at spectacle like
Fire girls twirling Prometheus though
Black holes in moonlit nights
Starless
Sipping
50 cent beer
While the unmistakable drift of
Marijuana
And Xanadu
Sifts my senses into
Now.
While on the hill
There lies a Frenchman,
Freshly stabbed,
Epee-like
By a speed crazed barmaid
On a pockmarked lane where
Money meets desire
In the still born heat
Of an Asian night
Falling.
.
Which makes me reconnoiter
Deadwood and Dodge
Earp and James
When law went desperate
Beneath a hangman’s noose
And the certain pall
Of afternoon death lay
Reeling
In the century or so since
The requiem.
But can this be their
Cote d’Azur as
Newly dubbed Khmer warriors like
Sable Palms
Surge skywards beside the
Sensual rhythm of
Casuarina trees
Purging the past to conjure
Bygone glory a
Millennium or so ago
At a place just up the road named
Angkor Wat
Soon to be renamed
Disneyland Cambodia?
Jeff Troyer (2009)
Arriving here at last at the house beside the sea
Through open red gate we are keen to explore her
Each room so unique with its very own persona
Full of calming vibrations and her welcoming aura
Charming works of art are displayed upon her walls
With fascinating artifacts from all around the World
Travel books galore from Bangkok to Cote d'Azur
Transporting us to foreign climes - our stress is now unfurled
We awaken every morn at the very crack of dawn
To the beauty of a sunrise full of red and orange hues
Such a glorious way for us to start a brand new day
Standing on our balcony we catch the most spectacular view
And then to the sea ~ her rock pools full of treasures
Displaying each and every day her many shades of blue
Upon the sands her daily ebb and flow creating sculptures
As a string of her white horses comes galloping through
Now we prepare to leave this stunning house beside the sea
Many thanks are left behind from all the family
So packing up our bags we bid our final farewell
And vow we will return one day ~ my family and me
2nd September 2019
Inspired by a week away at the most awesome house – it was on the beach…
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Ross holidayed as a kid once at Center Parcs,
Where he first played the sport of table tennis,
And he loved it so much ‘cos he was so good,
That a member of staff remarked on his ability.
He was successful, ranking in the world top ten,
But later, in 2011 he was genetically diagnosed,
With multiple epiphyseal dysplasia of the bones,
And was glad to be welcome in disability sport.
He was the youngest table tennis team member,
At the London Paralympics where he came fourth,
In the singles, so he did well considering his age,
‘Cos his inexperience didn't hinder or scare him.
In the team contests at these joyous 2012 Games,
Ross and Aaron McKibbin won the bronze medal,
Which ranked him as No. 2 on the worldwide scale,
But he then got a shoulder injury which he nursed.
2014 and Ross took the gold in the International,
At the Cote d’Azur, so 2015 saw him take silvers,
In Hungary and Italy, but then he was injured again,
In his knee, elbow and he strained back muscles.
However, at the Lignano Master Open in Italy, 2016,
Ross won with teammates a bronze, so in Rio grand,
He took another bronze with the team. He’s a fighter,
Born on 5th June 1995 in Minster and trains Sheffield.
The erudite and the Bible
And then it was Friday and I had tried to keep my promise
of writing no more, as it is a waste of time, there are so
many other interesting things to do, to be member of a literary
group, have interesting talk about this and that drink cheap red
wine and walk home hammered. It was sad to see how much
Christopher Hitchens deteriorated when whisky took hold
And he and he preferred to talk about religion which is and easy
subject since everyone like to mock religion these days.
But we should respect those ones fearful who need a stern God .
From early childhood I thought the bible as a fairytale book with
Bad kings, brutal soldiers a few good guys who tried to do good.
I liked to read about Jesus but didn’t believe in his resurrection,
I think him and Maria Magdalene, with help of friends, sailed to
Cote Azure where she became a seamstress and he a carpenter
Who delighted the children with his tale? But he never said he was
Son of God, he had promised Maria to stay clear of that subject.
The Jews use the Old Testament and the Muslims the Koran, that
is ok, I only wish they would tone down the language a bit, make their
bible more like the Brother Grimm’s fairytales
A Middle-Aged Love Story
Both were in their late forties when they met he had a good job
chief of something important in the world of oil exploration and
they fell in love holding hands and kissing so much they needed
treatment for sore lips.
He grew tall, and she swayed like a palm tree in a tropical breeze
this was love they both been married before and felt like the god
of amour`s arrow had shot them again painless they thought.
She had grown children he had none when he was 52 the mortality
knocked on the door he wanted a son she could give him none.
There was young woman nearby and when his wife was visiting her
he fell on the threshold of her door into her arms, and she became
pregnant, a love story came to a screeching halt.
The woman he loved left, but he had a son with woman he didn`t
care for, he found salvation in work she – the woman he loved-
lived with her mother in Cote de Azure stuck with an arrow stuck in her
a heart that no other man could remove.
Then a knock on her door, he stood there with his child of, she could not
resist and forgave him loved his child too and they both lived long and
when full of years were blessed with a beautiful death.
It seems so quiet here since you went.
The dog's more settled, the cat's more content.
My friends seem to visit much more than before
and I can visit the pub without starting a war
Now the dust has settled the house is just fine.
I order my groceries and things online
and the fit widow woman down the road
does my washing and ironing by the load.
Darts league on Wednesdays and the odd game of pool,
footy on Saturday with some old mates from school
all keep me active and stop me feeling bereft
which could so easily happen to me since you left.
I'm managing to cope, with the odd glass of wine,
when I'm feeling depressed, but then I'm just fine.
When you walked out the door I didn't think I could
but now I'm much happier than I ever thought I would.
My ongoing rehab means I have to endure
a fortnight away on the French Cote d'Azure.
But if it will help fill the ache in my heart
I'll just grin and bear it, I suppose it's a start.
So there's no need to worry that I'm not sleeping at night,
you're the last person I think of when I turn out the light.
So I'm holding my end up with great fortitude
and thinking of having my tea in the nude.