Long Marissa Poems
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My Lord, You are my God, mighty and marvelous
Assuring me eternal life* against hell's adversities
Redeemer of my soul, always working for my restoration revival...
I am Christ's student; He is my infallible Instructor
Saviour so satisfying, settling me in His love's sufficiency
Steadfastly securing me against sins' sting.
Attending to my needs along His abounding blessings' approval.
*Romans 6:23...The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
December 20, 2019
Dear Marissa,
God be praised and thanked for your life devoted to the Lord, by His grace, through His might, and for His glory.
Nós não sabemos
Quando dizemos adeus
Porque amanhã
Só pertence a Deus no céu
Nós não sabemos
Sobre o último olhar
Sobre a última música
Mesmo se formos jovens e fortes
Sobre a última dança
Sobre a flecha mortal
Onde é apontado
Nós simplesmente não sabemos
Mesmo que sejamos amados e ungidos
O último dia vem como um relâmpago
O último suspiro como o orvalho da manhã
Evanescendo diante de nossos olhos
Para trazer dor e tristeza
A vida é uma bagunça fenomenal
Deus ouve nossos clamores
Os gritos de nossos irmãos e irmãs
Deus ouve nossas orações
Deus vê nossas lágrimas de partir o coração
Deus vê como molhamos e encharcamos os bancos
Quando nos afastamos
Nós não sabemos
Quando vamos falecer
Nós não sabemos
Sobre amanha
Nós não sabemos
Sobre o último dia
Nós não sabemos
Quando dizemos adeus
Se outro olá
Acontecerá sob este céu
Nós simplesmente não sabemos
Sobre amanha.
P.S. Este poema é uma tradução de 'When We Say Goodbye';
é dedicado a todos.
Sentiremos saudades da nossa amada irmã Tânia Marissa Joseph Moreno.
Copyright © 27 de abril de 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos os direitos reservados
Hébert Logerie é autor de vários livros de poesia.
We do not know
When we say goodbye
Because tomorrow
Only belongs to God in the sky
We do not know
About the last glance
About the last song
Even if we are young and strong
About the last dance
About the deadly arrow
Where it is pointed
We simply don’t know
Even though we are loved and anointed
The last day comes like a flash
The last breath like a dash
Evanescing before our eyes
To bring pain and sadness
Life is a phenomenal mess
God hears our cries
The cries of our brothers and sisters
God hears our prayers
God sees our heartbreaking tears
God sees how we damp and douse the pews
When we walk away
We do not know
When we’ll pass away
We do not know
About tomorrow
We do not know
About the very last day
We do not know
When we say goodbye
If another hello
Will take place under this sky
We simply don’t know
About tomorrow.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all of us.
We will miss our beloved sister Tania Marissa Joseph Maranhão.
Copyright © April 27, 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days.
She wants me to accomplish something this summer - to pad my med-school resume - do anything but relax. But I refuse. If I’m going to complete a master's degree next summer, then I’m going to have fun this summer. Periodt. I’m not an automaton for her to wind. Her stress radiates, as I play Animal Crossing on the couch.
I reach up towards her forehead, “Is there an off button?” I ask.
“Go away,” she chuckles, blocking my hand.
Before I turn away, I add, “You’re the most fun when you’re not giving advice or saying the wrong things..”
“Or breathing incorrectly?” She finished my sentence.
“Exactly,” I laughed, “then you’re practically perfect.”
The boys - Peter (my BF) and Step (my stepfather) - sit or stand, uninvolved, outside the action, like we’re in some other dimension - they try and look at anything but us when we’re wrangling.
Poetry time!
The phantoms of my discontent
are held at bay, by leisure,
are mollified by pleasure.
Am I crazy to set boundaries?
Am I lazy, cause I won’t let her chivvy me?
I’ve got my own voice; I’ll make my own choices.
We have the same goals - but I’m in control.
For every plan I’ve got, she has a hundred caveats.
Sure, I’ve done nothing, while she’s done it all.
I’m her little rocket that she doesn’t want to stall.
But she needs to understand, I’ve left the launching pad.
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periodt ? slang for absolute period
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songs for this piece:
Mama by Spice Girls
Hey Mama by Kanye West
Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now by Nikki Blonsky, Marissa Jaret Winokur, Ricki Lake, Motion Picture Cast of Hairspray
No sabemos
Cuando nos despedimos
Por que mañana
Sólo pertenece a Dios en el cielo
No sabemos
Sobre la última mirada
Sobre la última canción
Incluso si somos jóvenes y fuertes
Sobre el último baile
Sobre la flecha mortal
Donde se apunta
Simplemente no sabemos
Aunque somos amados y ungidos
El último día llega como un relámpago
El último aliento como la escarcha
Evanesciéndose ante nuestros ojos
Para traer dolor y tristeza
La vida es un desastre fenomenal
Dios escucha nuestros gritos
Los gritos de nuestros hermanos y hermanas
Dios escucha nuestras oraciones
Dios ve nuestras lágrimas desgarradoras
Dios ve cómo humedecemos y empapamos los bancos
Cuando nos alejamos
No sabemos
Cuando falleceremos
No sabemos
Acerca de mañana
No sabemos
Sobre el último día
No sabemos
Cuando nos despedimos
Si otro hola
Tendrá lugar bajo este cielo
Simplemente no sabemos
Acerca de mañana.
PD Este poema es una traducción de 'When We Say Goodbye';
Está dedicado a todos.
Extrañaremos a nuestra querida hermana Tania Marissa Joseph Maranhão.
Copyright © 27 de abril de 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
This native voice, in my head,
Is telling me what has to be said.
But every time I try to explain,
My tongue messes up,
And my voice doesn't seem
To sound serious enough.
Oh what can I do?
I feel something, telling me to realize,
That there's something I have to save,
But I'm not so sure.
Maybe there's something in me
That means so much more.
At the moment I saw that long garment,
That the Japanese wear,
For their own culture because they really cared, Somehow I feel connected to the Asians.
I feel that the Japanese destiny I see,
Is probably telling me
To embrace my own culture too.
Just like how the other countries and nations knew, But I guess my ancestors
Were probably so lighthearted and wise,
That Europeans and Americans
Taking over was no surprise.
Sometimes the inner native pride in me,
Is telling me to accomplish
One of my pre-made destinies,
But in a world full of different things,
I'm not sure who I am exactly,
But someday I know I'll understand.
Maybe if I were to go to Japan,
And speak to their elders,
I bet they would ask me
Why I abandoned my language and tradition.
Then I'd realized that I'm on a mission, To see what I can do,
Then maybe in the end...
I'll be done and through,
But then again I'm not so sure.
All I'm asking for; is for more...
Time and opportunity,
I don't want anybody rushing me.
Plus I need more inspiration and creativity: To try to evolve my own culture
Into something more.
But what is a girl supposed to do, In a world full of things...
Marissa Faries
Circa. 2010 (Age: 15)
Peek a boo, I see you, Grandma
Grandma sees you too, Marissa
What do you want to do today
Grandma, can me and you just play
Hey Grandma, these green beans I hate
Yuckiest thing I ever ate
Green beans, Marissa, make you strong
And healthy too, so you live long
At school, Grandma, I’m not afraid
A girl likes me, her name is Jade
She said to me, can we be friends
We pinky promised, ’til the end
Marissa’s views, she made so clear
I never dreamed her end was near
Some things on earth we can’t discern
You never know how life will turn
Six years of joy locked in my heart
Those memories will never part
At the end we’ll be together
She and I can play forever
August 25, 2016
Five Rhyming Stanzas Contest