Long Kwon Poems
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Sounds of music
are here, there, everywhere!
in this, in that, in that!
They give rhythm to everything around us;
be it the crack of dawn,
fiery sunny days,
or mellow twilights.
I hear the sounds of music
when the cock crows faithfully signaling dawn;
Cocko-ree-oo-cooo mmmm!
and when the Muslim devotees
are called to prayer by the mwazin;
Allaaaah….Akubar!
Sounds of music confer zeal to my hands
as I kneel at the grinding stone,
grinding millet seeds and dried cassava pieces.
As the stones kiss each other they sing out to me;
Kigwak-kigwak-kigwak Itendo kwon ga’ngo?
Atendo kwon girigo ma nyoro baba onyewo!
Sounds of music that silence my rumbling belly
as I cook magira at noontime;
while the flames lick the blackened ayiga bottom,
she sings out in giddiness;
Alu-lu-lu chal ayidha mugoy pyere umaido!
Alu-lu-lu chal ayidha mugoy pyere umaido!
Sounds of music swing me to action
when I hear the milk cow mooing
in tune to the herdsman’s calming whistles;
and before adhadha orders me
I rush gaily for the milk stool
turning and twirling in tune
to the whistles of the milkman and the mooos.
Ah, the enticing sounds of music
that thrill us around the night fire
as adhadha regales us with folktales;
awili nyoro ‘wili nyoro fodi ‘kitwi dhudho?
a mama, mama, dhudho nyaka woc.
Mama dikini ‘kidwok nwangan
Mama ogwang nyoro ‘luwo kodan
Mama dikini ‘kidwok nwangan
Mama ogwang nyoro ‘luwo kodan.
He was in none of my classes
In the 1980's
And I saw him only on test days
Where one had to perform his "kata"
And fight in the ring
For the Sensai to do his thing
At these graduation tests
Where we seeked the next higher belt
Several schools would meet
And it was on one of these occasions,
I met a student with the most deadly feet...
Wasn't that he kicked well,
Or scared us in the ring,
It was the putrid odor,
That made our noses so sting
I doubt he'd washed his feet in decades,
The stench was so very strong,
Sitting there waiting to fight,
I wondered what was going wrong
He wasn't even near me,
But yet I choked and gagged
And when i did get closer,
I knew I had the culprit tagged
I but merely hoped I didn't have to fight him,
Though I knew I could kick his ass,
But the thought of those stinking feet near me
Would be like being exposed to toxic gas
Well, I lucked out
His stench used
In someone else's bout..
But the memory of that smell
Lingers on until this day
I don't know if I can explain it,
I don't know quite what to say...
A power like that,
Stronger than martial arts,
Done merely with lack of soap...
I suppose I could have saved money
And joined him as a dope.
Tae Kwon Do Promotion tests,
And several schools did meet
To take our tests for promotion,
When I first met killer feet
We all sat on the Do-Jo floor'
Awaiting each our turn,
But there was one karate warrior
His feet could kill us all
How he ever showed up,
I'll never figure out such gall
His power wasn't a punch,
Nor a deadly kick to head,
His power was in the stench,
Of his feet instead....
I kid you not,
Smelt like he wore plastic shoes,
and never washed his feet,
Oh, the Tae Kwon Do blues!!
It was hard to keep one's seat
It was hard to remain in the do-jo
I wish we had some air,
While Stench-foot killer student,
Sat totally unaware....
The odor was overpowering,
We gagged, we coughed,
We choked,
As stench foot sat there,
His foot he gently stroked....
He was by far the scariest student,
Even sitting there,
The odoriferous attack in
The surrounding air....
So if you join that do-jo,
Bring a nose clip too,
Before the stench of feet,
Gets the best of you!
Seventeen drunken munckins
At my door,
Scotch in hand, other out for more...
I tried to divert them, and tossed out
My Dunken Munchkins
But got hit with an empty bottle,
That was the first munckin I did throttle.
Two 'lil drunken devils,
Grabbed my feet,
Tripped me up,
But oh so sweet,
When that old Tae Kwon Do training
"Kicked" in, You might say,
Four munchkins saw no further light that day...
But now there were 'lil devils,
All over me,
Ripped my hair out,
I couldn't even see...
Munchkin blood and mine
Blended on my stoop
Like fine wine....
One more bottle swing...
I hear the birds chirp,
The angels sing...
I went down swinging..,
Munckin murder on my mind,
I wish I had,
Sixteen more of my kind...
Well the Munckins sent me to heaven
They'd set my soul free..
But what do you think I first saw...
In front of me?
Seventeen wizards of Munchkinland...
This was surely h_ll,
At least it was for me,
One very dead Tom Bell.
Falling does not mean you failed
Accept failure and do wonders out of it
Innovation is enhance by failure
Time spent idling gives way to failure
Heed the adage“no pain no gain”
Mental strength is a key to unlock potential
Open-minded is a shield to defense mechanism
Victory is within reach to those believing in themselves
Ecstasy they get from taking one step forward and-
Steadily moving towards realization of their mission
Meditating about your mission’s outcome is essential
Onward is the only direction kwon to fighters
Unfetter yourself from the fear of failure
Nurture your abilities and don’t learn upon your understanding only
Turn to God for support and guidance
Ambitions are futile when God is not part of them
Imagine yourself leaving your dream now
Never ever doubt your capabilities
See beyond your reaches and believe
The wind is flowing.
The wind flows like a ball.
Let's call it a festival today.
In my hands or in a safe like a pocket
Silver medals must be replaced with gold medals.
Moment to turn the gold medal into a gold medal
The sky is greener and the stars in the night sky are brighter
In the front yard of John Keats's house in hamstead I went to
Beautiful flowers bloom.
The poet's lover will dance together and watch the stars in the night sky
Today we go to Jongno.
Go to Insadong
Seeing beautiful Gram and seeing pictures of abstraction
Also see the works of Kwon Hyun Ki, a pioneer of Korean video art.
In a beautiful classic museum with its time
Spend time listening to good works at the National Museum
And in the afternoon, we should continue to work on making silver gold.
Now you must wake up in the morning and look out.
Never was I so proud of him
as I was upon that day
when he stood up on his own
and drove the competitors away.
It showed, the work paid off
and his efforts not in vain.
My son had proven to his dad
that he could work through pain.
You see, there was a time
when, he was pushed around.
The bullies had a field day
and knocked him to the ground.
I am thankful that he took his time
and he did not try to race.
Because of all his patience
he was able to take first place.
Now, when he walks out his door
full of glory and of pride
he knows that he can kick their butts
and from those bullies he won’t hide.
So he again has proven
he could stand and take the foes.
I am proud and awful thankful
He had studied Tae Kwon Doe.
Bored at school
I decided to play the fool
By doing a little dancing for my friends.
A mixture of ballet
taught by my sister Sally
and a little bit of tae kwon do.
My teacher walked in
and with a knowing grin
made me promise to repeat it for the Christmas show.
Dressed in my tutu
Fishnet stockings and a boob tube
Little Daz was ready for the stage
''I love to boogie '' was the tune
and I found very soon
My pirouettes were all the rage.
I heard the howls of laughter
The applause that came soon after
and knew my little dance had been a hit
I would repeat the dance for you
like good friends ought to do
but I'm afraid I can't just find a tutu to fit.
A baby is a vessel
And each caretaker proceeds
To slowly fill him up with what
That person thinks he needs.
So while some will teach him numbers,
Colors and the ABC’s,
Others may tap into music
Or identifying trees.
There’ll be teachers for the extras –
Tennis, swimming, Tae Kwon Do
And instructors in the schools
Dispensing what he needs to know.
But the ones who are the closest
Fill that vessel with what counts
And the lessons that are learned,
Of course, in varying amounts
Are the values that will be absorbed
For perpetuity
As each drip into that vessel
Forms the person he will be.