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With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle
In the forest crows the rooster
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave the hound is howling
To these signs the Aesir harken
Heimdall blows the Gjallarhorn
Dark the rainbow bridge is turning
Vivid lightning cleaves Yggdrasil
Then the central tree is burning
Aesir watch in fascination
See volcanoes spew like fountains
See the heavens splitting open
See the oceans climb the mountains
See the continents convulsing
See the forests burn to ashes
See the sons of Mim awaken
In the fatal lightning flashes
As the winds consume the wasteland
From the south Surtr advances
With his minions tearing corpses
Bright his sword and sharp his lances
Aesir then prepare their weapons
Eyes are clear and arms are steady
The Midgard serpent Jörmungandr
Upon the battle plain is ready
With his heavy hammer Mjolnir
Strides the mighty god of thunder
To do battle with the serpent
And to rend the world asunder
June 30, 2014
N.B. This poem is an Epyllion, a brief narrative poem with a romantic or mythological theme. It is written in trochaic tetrameter, like some of the ancient Eddas.
Glossary:
Ragnarök - Final battle and death of the Aesir
Aesir - The Norse gods
Asgard - one of the Nine Worlds and home of the Aesir
Valhalla - a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the chief Norse god Odin
Heimdall - A Norse god who blows his horn to signal the beginning of Ragnarök
Gjallarhorn - Heimdall's horn
Midgard- Middle Earth, or the world of humans
Bifröst - the burning rainbow bridge between Midgard and Asgard
Yggdrasil - The sacred Norse central tree that holds the Nine Worlds
Mim - an Asian renowned for his knowledge and wisdom who has been beheaded. Odin carries around Mím's preserved head and it recites secret knowledge and counsel to him.
Surtr- a fire troll with a flaming sword who sets the world on fire.
Jörmungandr- The world serpent or ouroboros that surrounds the earth and grasps his own tail. When he lets go, the world will end. Jörmungandr's arch-enemy is the god Thor.
Thor - The Norse god of thunder
Mjolnir - Thor's hammer and principal weapon
student they are
on the wings of knowledge,
on mirthful wings of angel,
on light of inside and outside
smiling touches them purely
fresh mind, fresh eye view to the future
they are frolicsome for acquiring knowledge
together footsteps on the airway road
crossing they are every step of offshoot thinking
smiling, playing, gossiping, seeing, looking
and walking to the bright career
they are child to teenage on same base
on angelic wings and heavenly light
suddenly the MounTain LigHt comes upon them
comes upon them as Fat-Man and Little-Boy
it burns their wings of angelic soul
put off the light of happiness
cut up the two souls from their chain
wounded many of their caravan
MounTain LigHt brings mourning bliss for them!
it has no soul, no eye, no veins, no blood of kindness
it understands only the procession of death
it understands royal roads of Dhaka, Chattogram,
Rajshahi, Khulna, Rangpur, Sylhet, Barishal
it understands tareque masud, mishuk munier to Mim, Rajib and so on
it understands the darkness of grave yard
it understands the death angel Azraeal and greets him on inert roads
it understands a bier and shrouded dead body
it understands the epitaph with bereavement motherly tears
oh! light of life is not secured still on road
every innocent soul is devoured abruptly
giant death angel transform himself on vehicle
it comes as MounTain LigHt and fires, razes
nonsense demonic driver enjoys the race on bail
excited uncontrolled peoples ruminate stability,
demolish more lively soul in blind emotion
oh! death you are mad provoker on road to road
-August 09, 2018
*****
Note: - written on Diya Khanam Mim and Abdul Karim Rajib, student of Shaheed Ramiz Uddin Cantonment College, Dhaka were died on 29 July, 2018, Jabal-e-Noor Paribahan ran over them!
Sobre pressão do hip-hop
estou aqui para declarar
a primeira guerra mundial
do amor
o amor que carrego dentro de mim
o amor que vossos barcos de escravatura
partilharam com os meus ancestors
chorando lágrimas de tristeza,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas diabólicas
que atormentam vossos nossos corações
carregando dentro de mim
abuses de raiva
que nem um cão raivoso
ladrando
“Mawe Africa, yaye mother land”
pai meu que estais no céu
santificado são as suas boas obras
que seus herdeiros a destruirão
construindo a torre babilónia
a torre das desgraças tribais
shangweni kalishi shoye, mepya yankweni kutoolamo omatanga.
Ye
ongame ngu omensageiro da verdade
escrevendo
que nem um hip-hop
about the black history
my history
your story
the ******* history
that does not have his own mind
his own country
but deep down under my soul
I have my own mind,
my own culture
and
my own country
sobre pressão do hip-hop
sacrificando a minha caneta
sangrando this sheet mother f… want me dead
ondaninga hano shike ndimone iihuna ngawo
ongame ngu omuthigwa
ndathigwa
procurando por um bem estar
e não um bem ser
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas nojentas
rebentando vossos estômagos
criando digestão
nem se quer podes dar um passo em falso
kabwalala será o seu sofrimento
enquanto estiveres a ler esta plurificação tribal
ngasakidila kabwalala
por teres dado cabo do mulungo
mal dizendo
de um brain washed
that does not believe in one love,
let it be his historical death
let him desaparecer
but before let me say one love one world one destiny
ndishi ndya ngongo let me smoke you
como se foces o cachimbo da paz
o cachimbo da plurificação
que seus consumidores a desrespeitaram,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
kwaku ni
kwaku
usukula.
I need twelve and ten
welcome to the world l cumminity land like i had a lond dream
and i dont know sweet then genesis media off the finish stoll
i be quoting nig all day long beg please loven of money not qurrel and member what to do to work another day colin no no no ready it is not please please I need drugs and snuff went through the night sleep the number count zek and inquistion anything oppressed? labs ton me drop drop?
I like my church oil
i woke up and laughing stay alive a wrath news chrsitna mute point!
this so be twelve friends balling somatic revolution my friends
the name of god perhaps two more quick tell us a story
perfection love work dont drink cis term just let me lay down
forn me lorn me sweet cool is myy ears darn.. and get naked non meditating wise excommunicated adonai plan reeds then flee from me cause you would go tell tell the whole hellis sweet Imish working world if you new mim.
then Miss. come from and will all in locus that i got to teach myself and everthing but this is twelve mox sex mor of it. all right pills the pills more mins and the other stuff yes!
Mulher, mulher, oh doce mulher
Meu amor, meu berço, meu começo
No meu pequeno diário
Todo dia é um dia feliz
Você é minha alma, meu pilar
Eu aprecio você todos os dias
E eu te amo muito, muito meu amor.
Mulher, meu amor, minha beleza
Você me surpreende o dia todo
Você ocupa o centro da minha vida
Você é minha princesa, minha amiga
Você é minha rainha, minha inveja
Mulher, mulher, oh doce mulher
Meu oxigênio, minha bela dama.
Mulher, coração da minha alma
A estrela do meu céu e da minha vida
Você é a boneca original, a bela mulher
Você é quem se move, quem empurra e quem rema
Uau! você é uma mulher bem feita
Mulher, doce mulher, oh mulher terna
Você é o sol que ilumina minha palma.
Mulher para mim, você é fundamental
Minha anjinha, minha virgem, você é muito especial
A vida não tem sentido sem você, sem seu sorriso
Você é meu farol, meu amor, minha esperança
Você é meu coração, meu sonho, minha alma
Mulher, mulher, oh mulher misteriosa!
Tradução do poema 'Joyous Women's Day'
Por Hébert Logerie
Copyright © março de 2019, Hébert Logerie, Todos os direitos reservados
Hébert Logerie é autor de vários livros de poesia.
If you too, girl
You’re sad, O little girl,
In the streets of Lisbon,
I love your black silence,
O little girl, so pretty,
Your eyes down, little girl,
Know everything about me,
They cry, this life,
O little girl, with your pink sweater,
Lisbon is your capital,
Don’t change, little girl,
Cry again, o saudade,
Without knowing why
I cry in my turn
Seeing you, o little girl,
O Lisboa, O Lisboa,
I am like you, O little girl,
I cry too, o saudade
Without knowing why,
I mourn this love gone,
To see you again one day,
O Lisbon, O Lisboa.
Se você também, garota
Estás triste, minha menina,
Nas ruas de Lisboa,
Eu amo seu silêncio *****
Ó menina, tão bonita,
Olha para baixo, menina,
Sei tudo sobre mim,
Eles choram, esta vida,
Ó menina, com a tua camisola rosa,
Lisboa é a tua capital,
Não mudes, minha menina,
Chora outra vez, ó saudade,
Sem saber por que
Eu choro por minha vez
Ao ver-te, ó menina,
O Lisboa, O Lisboa,
Sou como tu, Ó menina,
Eu também choro, O saudade
Sem saber o porquê,
Eu choro por esse amor partido
Para te ver novamente um dia,
O Lisboa, O Lisboa.
No fue mi plan, cuando tomé la pluma
para dedicar la obra que te ofrezco.
[...]
En esta variedad de pareceres,
Y o me encontraba como en un estrecho,
Y pensé: Pues están tan divididos,
Lo imprimiré, y asunto ya resuelto.
Não havia nada elitista ou sofisticado sobre Bunyan, mas havia algo excepcionalmente profundo.
Bunyan mostrou as eternas verdades eternas da Sagrada Escritura - a
milagre da graça redentora e a batalha que todo peregrino deve empreender
antes que ele chegue na Cidade Celestial.
E ele fez isso de uma forma que até mesmo a criança mais simples poderia entender.
Desde a idade de nove anos, meu apreço e minha paixão por as obras de Bunyan, especialmente Pilgrim's Progress cresceram.
Muitas das ilustrações me guiaram minha própria peregrinação. Mas, infelizmente, o que foi um benefício tão grande para mim é apreciado por apenas alguns parentes hoje.
Quem sabe aumentamos com a divulgação do livro.
http://bit.ly/2019_EL_progreso_del_Peregrino_Ilustrado_Espanhol
A mongoose lives in my upper nostril, with her man.
They make as much noise up there as they possibly can.
Honking and laughing themselves into a frenzy daily.
Making so much noise, Linda Sue and her man named Bailey.
They would be my most annoying parasites except,
There is a mini-kangaroo hopping around in my bicep.
She is always jumping and thumping, keeping me off key.
Making me irritated, and a tiny bit angry.
Then there are the baboons in my stomach, Mack, Moe and Mim.
They are non-stop wrestlers, so here I am wide awake at three a.m.
Typing a poem when I would much rather be sleeping.
Oh, good grief! Now the pig in my retina is doing some leaping.
It must be nice to be normal and not be aware of these parasites.
I will bet you just go to bed soundly after you turn out the light.
Not me, no way, not at all. I am sorry, but for me there is a little uh-oh.
To me, I can barely go to sleep, for there is always a show.
Antes de tudo
Antes de criticar, espere.
Antes de falar, ouça e escute.
Antes de escrever, pense.
Antes de gastar, ganhe.
Antes de empreender, investigue.
Antes de você orar, perdoe.
Antes de desistires, tenta.
Antes de morrer, dê.
Hoje e sempre
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Santa’s little granddaughter was named Little Mim
Her adorable personality had an enormous hold on him
She was sassy and fun, and loved him ever so much
He had sixty-five photos of her on his kitchen hutch.
Little Mim’s curly hair was a treat to the reindeer crew.
They wanted to touch it, acted like it was fresh and new.
She loved the elves, and visited them in the work shop.
They watched her twirl, dance, sing, jump, skip and hop.
Little Mim brought such joy to the North Pole.
All of the workers loved her curious soul.
They taught her to make the toys, and wrap them too.
They loved everything about her, she was never blue.
Santa bragged so much about his granddaughter to others.
They rolled their eyes behind his back, and these were his brothers.
Never appreciating anything he did, not understanding him.
They also could not appreciate the adorable Little Mim.