Long Mon Poems
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"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George,
how do I see thee?
Let me count the ways...
Tho' beauty is only skin deep,
and in the eye of the beholder,
or so we have been told,
yours is more, it goes to the bone,
a sore sight for eyes to behold,
now you have acceded to the throne.
As, like diarrhoea, it seems,
it runs in the genes,
and, if POTUS is President of the USA,
would you be he, KOTUK,
King Of The UK?"
'Surely you jest,' quoth he in dour reply.
Tho', not joking nor feeling surly,
"Some things you simply can't deny,
ours not to reason why," said I,
"and please don't call me Shirley!"
Shall I compare thee unto a crate of beer,
or, if not that, then unto washing powder?
Today I shun all things that are austere;
soft tones must yield to songs that are far louder.
May's shandy was for working men too sweet.
Newcastle Brown for them is much more dandy.
Reese-Mogg appealed but to the high elite.
It's Boris now who's dealing out the candy.
His soap suds as detergents wash much whiter
and his packaging's so appealing to the eye.
My desire 's for something that's much brighter
than the dowdy hues of Mr. Corbyn's dye.
Boris we hail victor, for'tis he who's won the day.
To his product though a question. Who art thou anyway?
I once had a friend in College,
who was a young man named Fred.
He had a funny crazy habit,
of making certain utterances in French,
to pretty girls he hoped to conquer.
One day he met his match in a lady,
who disgraced him without intention.
On that day, he walked up to the lady,
'Bonjour mademoiselle he greeted'
The lady was so happy,
'here now is a brother,
qui parle Francais beaucoup' she thought.
She answered him with an alluring smile,
Ah, bonjour monsieur, je suis content
que vous parliez Francais
Mon ami was now in a hot soup,
when he knew the lady was no novice,
in what he knew nothing of any use.
The lady rattled on like a parrot,
and asked my friend 1001 questions.
My friend was only smiling like an idiot,
in front of the lady he thought of conquering
I had an ache from series of laughter,
as I watched the unfolding drama of a rascal
who wanted to use what he never had,
to make a fool of some of his fellow men.
10th August, '12
Mon ami-- my friend (male)
Bonjour mademoiselle/monsieur---- good morning Miss/Mr
qui parle Francais beaucoup -----who speaks French very much
Je suis content que vous parliez Francais-- I am happy that you speak French
Mon Paris et mon couple Pierre
By: Feb Francisca Chaves
I dreamt about Paris in my sleep
That I want my very wish to be true and to keep.
I shelter the pain with all the sacrifice
Holding all the my deceased parent words with their advice.
Tears that now flow on to my cheeks
Only receiving a day of my last paycheck
Looking at store window,
The bag that I admired in house of Dior.
Then I bumped into a man
And I got lost by his eyes
Like I've been hypnotized of his glance.
And he ask me to dance —
Then eventually I found my first romance.
When the clock strikes ten,
I have to go to my mistress's house again!
I didn't know the man's name
Hopefully he felt my heart the same
Could've it be his own little game?
Every conversation turns of us translate into music,
Then it became an orchestra of passionate opera.
We made a company
And now I found my own melody.
Day after day, night after night and time after time,
He give me a kiss on the day of the Valentine's,
A couple months later
He completed me with a ring and we're together.
He is now my king and I was his queen
That's what my story begin,
Next chapter three children and one heart,
That melted me through his warmth in my cold struggle.
And my life didn't need to solve some puzzles.
do you know Mrs. Con Mon?
She monopolizes every conversation.
Actually annihilating it, because once she is here
all conversation except her conversation stops.
People who do not know her wait for her to pause.
Thinking that she will, but she doesn’t.
Her mouth opens, and suddenly she is loudo you know Mrs. Con Mon?
She monopolizes every conversation.
Actually annihilating it, because once she is here
all conversation except her conversation stops.
People who do not know her wait for her to pause.
Thinking that she will, but she doesn’t.
Her mouth opens, and suddenly she is loud and proud.
Telling stories beyond stories, without pause or hesitation.
She picks up on no social cues
Co-workers, and observers are exasperated,
annoyed, irritated, tired of her monopolizing ways
She has taken the lunchroom by storm.
All conversations have ceased, for they could not go on.
Mrs. Con Mon is telling this, that, the other, and the other other.
Speaking, blabbing, gossiping about her mother and her brother.
She wants to engage everyone in her conversation.
I, I, I, me, me, me, we, we we….
People are leaving the lunchroom with frowning faces.
Mrs. Con Mon does not notice.
She picks up on no social cues.d and proud.
Telling stories beyond stories, without pause or hesitation.
She picks up on no social cues
Co-workers, and observers are exasperated,
annoyed, irritated, tired of her monopolizing ways
She has taken the lunchroom by storm.
All conversations have ceased, for they could not go on.
Mrs. Con Mon is telling this, that, the other, and the other other.
Speaking, blabbing, gossiping about her mother and her brother.
She wants to engage everyone in her conversation.
I, I, I, me, me, me, we, we we….
People are leaving the lunchroom with frowning faces.
Mrs. Con Mon does not notice.
She picks up on no social cues.
The round dance of the world is a cry from bottomless years.
Celestial waves grant me beautiful music.
In a flash the years pass, destinies drift away.
A star sparkles at the heart of time — it is magic.
Wave after wave, surging, the oceans break the rocks.
Listening to your voice, the sound of your steps, a part of me.
I feel taller; I see you again playing — it is the past.
Years are never long enough; we always run after what?
The day will come when I leave quietly, with nothing,
but a soul loaded with so much — an encyclopedia.
Above all, to share, to keep nothing, to serve what is good.
On that day, the painter of words will remain a link to life.
Poet of a time, all the strength of the wind licks my sail.
My son, the song of love flows in me — it is for you.
A glimmer in the sky carries my heart, a dust of stars.
And my brightness that night, up there, will shine only for you.
— Joël Charvillat
RASTA MY ASSASIN MURDERED AT MY FEET RETURNED WITH A PILE OF GRAVEYARD DIRT SEARCHING FOR THE OWNERS OF THE BAKERY A BAKERY ALREADY SOLD SWINDLED FROM THE OWNER IN THE END A CURSE PUT UPON ANYONE WHO TRIES TO CLAIM THE BAKERY TANGIBLE DEAL WITH THE DEVIL AFTER THE KILLING OF RASTA ANDREW THE BODY GUARD WAS FORCED TO MARRY THE DEAD MANS SISTER THIS MARRAIGE IN HELL WOULD LAST ONLY IF THE BODY GUARD NEVER SHOW INTEREST IN THE QUEEN HE SAVED THE BODY GUARD JAMAICAN FEMALE DESIGNED A ROOT ON HIS LIFE FORSAKENED WITH 9 NAILS 9 PINS 9 NEEDLES SADLY GRAVEYARD DIRT SHOES FROM THE INTENDED VICTIM OF WITCH CRAFT BACKFIRED BECAUSE THE BODY GUARDS HEART BELONGED TO THE QUEEN THIS ALLOWED THE VOODOO TO ATTACK THE BODY GUARD WITH SUDDEN MULTIPLE STROKES THE MORAL OF THIS STORY NEVER MAKE DEALS WITH THE DEVIL TANGIBLE LESSONS OCCURED WHILE RASTA ANDREW RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE WALKING BACKWARDS FAR FROM JAH FAR FROM HIS ROOTS
SONG CREDITS :
Song : Mon Karigor
Singer : Tahsan
Lyric : Robiul Islam Jibon
Tune : Imran Mahmudul
Music : Imran Mahmudul
Album : Mon Karigor
Label : Cd Choice
Cast : Azim Uddula & Saowla
Director : Chandan Roy Chowdhury
Lyrics:
The foreshadowed clouds , wanderer within the sky
Not an easy one to tame through dispersing whisk
A faded glory wither down the colors, once held dear to heart
Once a plethora, a handful of gatherer bestowed, inner, introvert
Living through a mistaken grace
Rusty salty warm tears , a brimming trace
Genesis you said, Xanthosis, through these emotions, lingering long, worldly boom, recess
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
Simply whence it is calling to reborn in coming terrace whence autumn say
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
A rejuvenated dream factory will pull through the tambourine man…….
A painstaking lump some pain, overwhelming drowning a pour
Speechless a corridor and an ambling, nonetheless, lo and behold! None to hold accountable.
Wishful a mirror , a thousand whims
Ambivalence and a croon, tricking down the chicks of time, on lime.
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
Simply whence it is calling to reborn in coming terrace whence autumn say
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
A rejuvenated dream factory will pull through the tambourine man…….
The sand castle dream , too fragile a misfit, a shore the lively stream
Morbid a shore, enacted, plays along the indifferent acted upon, among the walks of dream
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
Simply whence it is calling to reborn in coming terrace whence autumn say
Craftsman Mr. Smith, let us halt the caravan in may
A rejuvenated dream factory will pull through the tambourine man…….
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Whom to trust,
In my mind this question bursts,
I thought to take this near crust,
But still it might always buzz!
Whom to trust,
Without the trustworthy, I always adjust,
Everyone thinks, that’s all disgust,
But I never mind and look front!
Blindly I thought to trust my friend,
Secrets were also truly shared,
But that guy laid all the secrets out by the weekend,
And this friendship had the end!
Blindly I thought to believe my aunt,
I told her to say true, but she said-“I can’t!”
With this she broke my true heart,
And always left me apart!
Soon, I thought to trust my mom,
Similarly I said her to share the truth, common!
I was shocked till that Mon,
My mom wasn’t like my friend or aunt!
From the day, I concluded whom to trust,
Be it the end of august,
One must always trust mom,
Because she is the only one to be trusted for long!
MON TESA MON ARRIVING TO END MY LIFE AND RESUME MY IDENTITY OVER THE CARRIBEAN CONCERT WATER TREATMENT FACILITY FOSS PARK WHERE THE FBI WIRED INFORMANTS AFRICAN FESTIVAL 1988 THESE KILLERS WAITED UNTIL AUGUST 2003 TO MURDER ME HERE IN TAMPA BY GODS GRACE FREDLOCKS INTERCEPTED MY ASSASINATION BY GATHERING 5 VIRGIN ISLANDERS HIDING IN WASHER DRYER AND A REFRIGERATOR ON A WHITE TRUCK OPENING FIRE ON RASTA ANDREW YAGA HIS QUEEN PIN TONI HER DAUGHTER JHORE JOHNSON DRIVING HIS TAHOE PARKING AT MY DOOR WITH HIS GLOCK JHORE BELIEVED SHE COULD EXTORT. MY DISABLED AMERICAN POETRY BECAUSE I WORKED FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNKSICK COPS I WASN'T THE ONLY INFORMANT UNDER SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH APPEARENTLY MON TESA MON WAS TO IMPERSONATE ME IMPERSONATING AN FBI INFORMANT IN ORDER TO HAVE ME MURDERED THEY ACTUALLY ALTERED MINE AND MY GIRLS PASSPORTS TO FLEE TO CANADA WITH FREDLOCKS AND THE DEADMANS DAUGHTER KADIE IN CANADA JAMAICAN KING PINS ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE CHILD BRIDES YOUNG MULES OPERATION MONGOOSE MON TESA MON TRANSPORTED KADIE THE DEAD MANS DAUGHTER FROM TAMPA TO CANADA TO JAMAICA WHERE SHE HID WITH KINGPIN FREDLOCKS BREEDING UNTIL THE WAILERS LEAD PLAYER ARRIVED JOHNSON AND JOHNSON LOCATED FRED AFTER ONGOING ROOTS ON HIS LIFE FEARING FOR HIS LIFE OFCOURSE THEY FINALLY KILLED HIM HE BASICALLY ABDUCTED THE DEADMANS DAUGHTER AFTER KILLING HER FATHER WITH SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH ON IN MY DRIVE WAY BY THE TIME KADIE WAS LOCATED THREE KIDS HIDING IN A HUT LINSTEAD JAMAICA MARTHE BRAE RIVER POSING AS FREDS WIFE OPERATION MON TESA MON DIED WITH FREDLOCKS I HAVE PEACE MY KILLERS ARE NO MORE I WILL NEVER FEAR THE JHORES THEY LEFT BEHIND IT'S REALLY A NO BRAINER WHY THE WATER TREATMENT PLANTS ARE BEING ATTACKED REMEMBERING FOSS PARK WATER TREATMENT FACILITY FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS SUBSTATION LAKE MICHIGAN TO GITMO SWEEPING SPECIAL AGENT ROBERT LEVINSON TO KISH ISLAND INTO EXILE THÈ INFORGIVEN YEMEN
ON LIKE CHICKEN BONE
BROWN FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS