Long Manana Poems
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Thoughts of wisdom.
Now grandpa was a guy
A man I held up high
Everything he told me
I knew it was no lie.
All those facts he told
While lying in his bed
Waiting for his God
To claim that he was dead.
I was twelve years old
As green as green can be
But Grandpa always said
That I could see and see.
The stories that he told,
His good one liners too
They opened up my mind
I knew that they were true.
Do you want to know
What he would converse?
Like that backward poet
He always writes inverse.
He would often say
“you are like me son,
Just like an acupuncture
A good jab well done!”
Did I know that camels
Could always find an oasis?
Like Bakers only trade a recipe
On a knead to know basis.
Sometimes you carry stress
Until you feel encumbered,
But just you watch this space
A calendars days are numbered.
There are those that seem quite lucky
But they bloody cheat.
Just you think of this
A boiled egg is hard to beat.
Never go for credit
No matter how well dressed,
For like the Exorcist
It will end up repossessed.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
It did cause a commotion,
The silly bird was oiled
A poultry in motion.
Oh, see at Xmas time
You think that time it pauses,
But watch those Santa’s helpers
There only subordinate little clauses.
As for shopping centres
I know that they do sprawl
But once you’ve seen a big one,
I think you have seen a Mall
Never be a thief
Or take a quick backhander
You’ll end up with twelve months
Just like a calendar.
Grandpa he liked baseball
And going to the gym
That baseballs getting bigger
Then the ball hit him!
When it comes to writing
Don’t get in a mess,
To write with broken pencil
It really is quite pointless.
His last conversation it really was profound
Before he climbed Gods steps,
He said “Son,
Go get my Gin and Schweppes,
Appreciate the time you have
It is only Manana,
For Time flies like an Arrow
But fruit flies like a Banana.
Cheers Grandpa.
Spanish verse:
Oh, oh woo oh;
Oh, oh woo oh, oh
Oh, oh woo oh;
Solo quiero una alguien que me encanta;
Todo lo que necesito es alguien que se preocupa;
I just want one someone one to love me
I just want one someone one to love me
Solo quiero una alguien que me encanta;
Todo lo que necesito es alguien que se preocupa;
Quiero que alguien en algun lugar, para compartirMi vida;
Solo quiero una alguien a amarme;
Lba a ser su esposo, voy a ser su esposa;
Y en y en va Para siempre y hoy en dia;
Todo esto y decir pido...
Solo quiero una alguien para amarme;
Todo, todo lo que necesito es alguien que se preocupa;
Compartir la gloria del Senor;
Ver la puesta de sol y subida de la manana;
Celebrar los dias que hemos nacido;
Woo, oh, oh, oh, oh
Quiero a alguien que sostenga mi mano;
Me dicen que yo soy su hombre;
Que no puede entender;
es en plan de dioses
Solo quiero una alguien que me encanta;
Todo lo que necesito es alguien que se preocupa;
Todo lo que necesito es alguian
Dios envia
English verse:
Oh, oh woo oh;
Oh, oh woo oh, oh
Oh, oh woo oh;
I just want one someone to love me;
All I need is someone one who cares;
I just want some one somewhere, to share my life;
I just want one someone to love me;
I'd be their husband, she'll be the wife;
And on and on goes on;
Forever and today;
All of this I say, I pray...
I just want one someone to love me;
All, all I need is someone, one who cares;
Share the glory of the Lord;
Watch the sunset and rise in the morn;
Celebrate the days we were born;
Woo, oh, oh, oh, oh;
Want someone to hold my hand;
Tell me that I'm their man;
Who can't understand;
Is it in Gods plan;
I just want one someone to love me;
All I need is someone one who cares;
All I need is someone one who cares;
All I need is someone
God sends?
08/17/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
arranged music by Michael Block
Inspired & Dedicated to Poetess fellow Souper
"Pandita Sanchez"
So where do we begin
The din of Indian chagrin
Subcontinent cardinal sin
Forgot how to play spin
Incontinent rot no Ashwin
Saffas got under their skin!
So no Mo Shami or Ishant Sharma
Double whammy now not so jammy
What about Obama calmer karma
Back from Kolpak leader of pack
Is it Heaven or E17 got a stack
Right armer & mockney charmer
Winning grinning skinning spinning attack
Slaying & flaying while playing Simon Says
Avenge those tears from 10 years ago..revenge
Wicket farmer yep cheers Essex’s Mr Harmer
Remember Temba inspired fired the ember
First place won the race for the WTC mace
Dream team scheme everyone a member
And even without their gilded pace ace
No KG Rabada in the Saffa Jaffa Gaffer speed larder
Need 2 metre maneater Marco like Rafa to try harder
Latest greatest tyro narco pyro in the stellar fella Armada
Sneaky hoarder Marco Polo or cheeky marauder Hans Solo
Tip top tourer run scorer tall all thriller no filler..Torquemada
Raw pure southpaw land of the other hand flotilla of Jansen
Saffa’s new slick quick pillar..serial killer like Charles Manson
Let’s end where we did begin..Indian cupboard is rather bare
One savvy Ravi left.. bereft one pace pair with flair through the air
No Ashwin through thick & thin.. slipped on banana skin of spin
Another bish bash bosh whitewash after that Kiwi yippee nirvana
Can still hear the din within of that chagrin at the mandarins sins
Ire..greats retire entire empire on funeral pyre fire - Sinara it's Manana!
Spring, flabbergast me with your scented flowers:
show me the gracious lilies and flaboyant tulips
as they spent their time brightening lovers's eyes;
yes, open up your garden where the red sun dips,
and the voluptuous lovers hug and passionately kiss...
rising in me a desire that takes me back to youthful days!
Down the rusty path, flanked by pines and fir trees,
the blue-jay parched on the lowest branch, is quite and waits;
at exactly twelve o' clock he starts warbling as a siren wails...
we have become friends, and he inspires me to write melodies,
but without a pencil and music sheet I must retain those notes into this active brain,
until I get home and write them down while he shelters himself from he misty rain.
Spring, flabbergast me with your scented flowers:
show me the stately sunflowers and the wild roses
growing taller than any plant seen in the wind-swept wilderness
as the mariachis play their song to console a marchioness sitting in a breezy corner;
these aren't musicians found in a parade, they are peasants with colorful costumes...
soon someone will say," Alla manana, Segnora. " as the calm returns on the shore.
4/16/2012
Like the sun in the morning,
Like the many blue skies.
Your smile is soft like a rose,
And love sings through your eyes.
Love sings through your eyes.
So many times,
Oh how I've tried to find a way to say "Thank You".
All my hopes, all my dreams,
All my plans, all my schemes,
All my life its you.
Como El sol de la manana.
Como mucho cielos azules.
Tu sonrisa era dulce, como un rosa,
Y el amor cantoe en tus ojos.
El amor canto en tus ojos
Tantas veces,ay como trate de buscar las palabras..
Para decir gracias.
Like the sun in the morning,
Like the many blue skies,
Your smile was soft like a rose,
And love sang through your eyes,
Love sang through your eyes
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