Long Dal Poems
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In quiet, space breaks down into insight.
Opposing the edge amidst deceit and blight.
Imperceptible resonation is reflected back.
On a hunch, or at the stroke of night track.
A lethal tree is still close in the woodlands.
The spirit was trailing on the kist of the tree.
At first, kids looked to chip with their hands.
Seep into the night in a ruddy shrunken spree.
I wake up early to the Greek myth of Zeus.
A vessel drifting on the Dal Lake in Udaipur.
The sound of a woman sobbing in sadness.
Over calm green oceans, echoes in Jupiter.
She was performing in a velvety baritone.
Pain in the midst of the tranquility of dawn.
Endeavoring to perform the icy top in June.
Mountains that frame the Kilimanjaro awn.
Ghastly calamities smash and deeply devastate.
I rightly fear that wide-open harm didn't recover.
You can expect the best, yet I will never hesitate.
My dear life depends on your choice; kindly usher.
I regularly defied to bid someone to criticize.
The one-sided truth was dazzling blindness.
My space was thwarted in the related size.
I felt as if somebody led a ruin process.
Sacredness to which humankind might relate,
With the moon sitting on edge of the world.
Mountains meet to uncover the ornate.
Smiling and radiating, from high observed.
There are times when I can feel the crests fly.
I'm being held down as my blood is drained.
Brain scars result from ruined sight and sway.
When I perish, a chasm arises in my mind.
A lean, edge-on which rests one's optimism.
Please be cautious of steps you split wide open.
In fate, a walk on shells will be optimum.
Shift much fatal shooting and be woken.
I minded my name being said in a whisper.
I was adducible of a hand tapping my forearm.
When I swung around to direct a look closer,
I found myself alone and aching for smarm.
How might a heart that dorsum and delicate,
Have the sway to bear a vast part desolate.
But we're apt despite our humble eyesight.
To discover the earth and the vast infinite.
The monstrosity of the encompassing world.
Encompassed by both the sight and the sound.
Emotions energize the heart within the darkness.
Eyes that can consistently scan such elegance.
1st Place Contest Winner.
Written: June 01, 2022
This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Leaving feels like losing you and leaving feels like lonely,
The closest thing to calm I have are nights when you're there to hold me.
Contact feels like grounding, your embrace feels like Safety.
God knows I haven't felt enough of that lately.
Leaving feels like cords severed.
Heart string and a hollow pit in my stomach,
The ache to be near you and wish that I wasn't.
So f'd up, so f'ing insane.
Every time you leave it leave imprints on my brain.
Co-dependent personality.
Thats my diagnosis,
Do you know what that means?
It means when I'm alone I feel hopeless.
I can't help that the pressure drops me to my knees.
I can't stop the intrusive thoughts that make it hard to breathe.
I'm sorry that my first solution is always su!c!de.
Because this is not a world I ever wanted to reside.
I take the meds that are supposed to fix this chemical imbalance,
Every memory I have is a trauma response and I'm aware its f'ing tragic.
I never learned how to cope with the truth,
Or how everytime I offer my body I feel used.
I am held together by this blanket of scars.
Begging someone to see them for what they are.
My ribs. My thighs. My wrist. My eyes.
Do you know how hard it is to lie?
I'm not alright.
I'll promise you forever but I want to leave today.
I want to leave right now.
I dont want to feel this way.
Because the closest thing to peace I had was with a razor to my wrist.
Enough alcohol to drown the screaming past my chapped lips.
I dont mean to dwell but did that feel nice,
It was probably the pills cause I dont know what else went down that night.
I just know that it felt warm and I felt safe knowing I'd never wake up.
Never feel that heart ache of being told to "get back up"
I know being su!c!dal is not helping my case.
But your honor, if I'm honest.
I f'ing hate this place.
I repeat cycles and hurt everyone who's close.
I push the only people who care about me away, This is not a life I would have chose.
I get it.
I promise that I do.
But when I tell you that its me.
Please don't ever think its you.
5 cups of cooked black rice
2 cups of cooked kidney beans
3 cups of cooked lamb sliced thin
sauteed in garlic and olive oil
1/2 cup of onions diced
1/2 red bell pepper diced
1/2 cup of shredded carrots
1/4 cup of diced celery
1 cup of sliced mushrooms
2 tablespoons of diced seeded jalapeno pepper
1 teaspoon of diced rosemary
1/2 red Merlo wine
1/4 cup of lime juice
1 cup of plain yogurt
1/4 cup of grated parmesan
1/4 cup of olive oil
1/2 teaspoon of cumin
1/4 teaspoon of paprika
3 cups of a savory chicken stock
in a large pan add oil onions and veggies
soften
add spices and jalapeno
add additional olive oil and cooked lamb
stir the mixture add rice and stir until toughly mixed
add kidney beans than add yogurt
and parmesan cheese. stir in stock and reduce heat
and allow to slow cook for 35 to 45 minutes on a low heat serve with a sprinkle of chives and a dollop of sour cream.
Dal Segno
"Aint gonna be like that one
but I thought you was different
let them taint your feeling
let them get involved
what words we saying
Baby what you talking about
don't think you heard a word
I said
damn what going on in your head
What inspires you
what keeps you going
what does it take
to make you understand
got me saying
ah, ooh ah
sumthang aint right
witcha
sumthang right at all!"
When the chilly wind starts blowing from the North,
I don't curse the wind,
But lovingly admire the birds and their
merry chirping for the last time this year,
And locate my most preferred shawl!
The birds are not cruel, they are not abandoning me for ever,
They promise to return next summer,
I just have to be patient, and uncomplaining, and tolerant!
I watch stoically the last batch of Red Roses wither.
Appreciatively I cut and pick up the last few green veggies
from the tiny patch in the corner of my garden,
Rake yellow leaves from the backyard with tender hands
when the ground gets covered,
And welcome and admire the sweet smell of Fall's
Pleasant, gentle, entrancing air!
With a priceless Kashmiri shawl wrapped around me!
Oh, those exotic shawls from the heavenly place they came from,
A place overlooking unforgettable serene Dal Lake
where sikaras float causing tiny circular ripples in the tranquil water,
And the Mughal Gardens harbouring exotic Chinar with pointed leaves!
Irreplaceable by any memory!
Surrounded by Olympian mountains, one magical valley on Earth,
I may not ever return!
In my garden, the calm willow, the playful crab apple, the majestic rose - stand
In silent prayer!
Taras Shevcenco
Nella casematta
Dedicazione ai miei compagni
Reivocate , fratres meos…
Che non ritornino i guai,
Quando miravamo in fiducia
Dalla gallera che finiva mai.
Possibilmente, pensavamo:“quando
Ancora ci vedermo nella vita
Per un dibattito tranquillo
Su quella terra impoverita?”
Pero’, non mai, fratres, non mai,
Noi non beviamo dal Dnipro unitamente!
Avendo difuso la nostra sventura
Nelle steppe e nelle praterie,
Separeremo poi le nostre vie,
E , nella liberta’, un po’ piu’ crederemo,
Prima che vivere cominceremo.
Tra altre persone, come una nazione,
Ma, prima, che lo sara’ successo,
Amatevi, miei fratelli,
Volete bene l’Ucraina,
E, per essa, sfortunata,
Il Signore, pregate,
E, Lo dimenticate, amici,
E non Lo bestemmiate,
E ,nella schiavitù, a volte,
Anche me, ricordate.
Traduzione dall’ucraino all’italiano di Ivan Petryshyn,2016.
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Translation from Ivan Kotlyarevsky
Why is the water so much roily?-
Hasn’t it been shook up by the wave?
Why am I sad and not jolly,
Hasn’t my mother chastised me to save?
Yet, my mother didn’t trouce me-
From my eyes, there pour th’ tears of bad,
No matchmakers come from my sweetheart,
But are sent from the unloved lad .
Where’re you, dear? Take a look,
See my anguish stand;
Oh, fly over, my truelove,-
They’re taking, now, my hand.
Faster, darling, bring me off
From the fierce misfortune:
If I am to live with an unloved,
I’d rather perish in a torture.
Translator into English: Ivan Petryshyn
Traduzione dal Ivan Kotliarevskij
non e' l'onda che ha sbattuto
il fiume ch'era trasparente?
non e' la ragazza triste, infelice,
perche' la mamma ha svegliato la sua mente?
non mi ha battuto la mamma-
le lacrime cadono da soli:
non ci sono i sensali dal mio caro,
arrivono i mezzani dal uno che non voglio.
dove sei, mio tesoro? guarda-
come io soffro;
vieni, vieni, mio cuore,-
un odioso uomo mi offron.
sii veloce, caro, mi salva
dalla sfortuna piu' grave:
se dovessi vivere con un odioso,
meglio perire con uno che amavi.
Ivan Petryshyn, traduttore dall'ucraino
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Translation from Ukrainian into Russian by Ivan Petryshyn
Oh, Gianna stella piu' splendente del mattino,
di questo immenso e misterioso sogno,
fatti rapire dal suo fascino malizioso;
assaggia la sua magia, tutto e' cosi' sereno!
Oh, Gianna shiniest star of all stars,
of this endless and mysterious dream:
don't be raptured by its mischievous charm;
all appears so calm: savor its magical bliss!
Come puo' il desiderio sfuggire dal bisogno?
Allora il tuo bisogno era piccolo, adesso e cresciuto;
hai posto un limite assurdo e hai smesso
di contare i giorni che ti ricordano cio' che hai perso!
How can desire shy away from want?
Then, your need was small, now it's great;
You set an absurd limit and stopped to count:
days that remind you of what was lost!
L'immagine di Gianna e' conpletamente cambiata,
la sua visione della vita e' quasi o totalmente svanita;
potra' mai capire che si puo' amare senza nessuna colpa,
senze mettere il freno alla passione che e' rimasta intatta?
Gianna's image has changed completely,
her awesome vison in life has almost or totally vanished;
will she understand that one can love guiltlessly...
without putting a stop to the passion that hasn't withered?
Ha Gianna quella voglia di riaccendere la fiamma spenta
del suo perduto amore e vivere nella certezza assoluta?
Saro' io a tirarla fuori dell'abbisso e darle valore alla vita?
Chi oltre a me me prova una compassione piu' profonda?
Has Gianna that wish to rekindle the distinguished flame
of her lost love and not live with the obsession of blame?
Will I pull her up from the abyss and give worth to her life?
Who besides me has a compassion deeper than mine?
Oh! DIL-DAL-HOLOM I am a herdsmen today she’s away, I play . . what does the fox say do-do-Die-da-die I ate poor poor sheep and kines . . where are? Sure no harm there by stream or in the barn what does the fox say . . I lie-a lie-lie the milk does gives me away Oh! DIL-DAL-HOLOM the funny sound - Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Yellow Letter Pad
In the environs of Kashmir our romance unfurled
As we sat honey eyed in our celestial world
Time had stopped running and lovingly slowed
A year had gone by and our unsurmountable joy glowed
As we held hands in the dim lights of the balcony's corner
Of a our first five star hotel in a celebratory dinner
Overlooking the Dal Lake with hundreds of houseboats brightly lit
Like sparkling stars had descended while I felt the light winds flit
My greek god had proposed to me in a car park a year ago
Till then we had only eyed each other, the future I didn't know
But was always struck by lightning and there was a thunderous tempo
Our families were familiar, but each ran after his own rainbow
The silence was broken when I migrated and stood on my own
I was a voracious letter writer and let the seeds of love be sown
I compelled a man suffering from writer's cramp for penned exchanges
Dried flowers were embossed on my yellow letter pad pages-
They had to be sadly burnt down some while ago
As white ants too had started romancing with them and I had to let it go-
He paid me some outstation visits as we sat by the lake
He regaled me with his anecdotes of his adventures in the army
My knight with his charismatic chauvinism did charm me
A year later I culminated my relationship with my beloved
As promised he took me to the paradise on earth that he just loved
(February 11, 2016
Contest: One Year In Love)
March 20, 2016
Contest: Screwed # 12
Sponsor : Rob Carmack
There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.
Master of the satirical sad, a foreordained flounder of many,
Like a narcotized nomad, wandering wills a penniless plenty…
A calamitous circus in mind, his heart exposed in the limelight,
Dolorous detentions unkind, amidst filling his formidable finite.
A bombarding bombast, with words falling to the desolate deep,
Sailing with a maudlin mast, wearing a facetious frown as to weep…
Layered with lecherous lashes, upon wounding the sacrificial soul,
His anguish turns to ashes, within continuation of his dramatic role.
A buffoon protected by providence, metamorphic minstrel of laugh,
Lacking in canopied confidence, recklessly writing his eternal epitaph…
As he mimes until the morrows, living amongst a false fading reality,
With a smolder to his sorrows, court jesting as a nilpotent nobody.
May.23.2019
By Winged Warrior...^WW^
Not for any contest
Inspired by John Hamiltons contest...
Eight-word free verse challenge
Written & Composed by Winged Warrior
Using-A male virtual voice
Background music-Pavarotti in the Italian opera-
a prologue (Il Pagliacci)-'The Clown'
Composed by Ruggero Leoncavallo...Opera title~"Teatro Dal Verme"