Long Passé Poems
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Among the virtues, one stands tall,
God exalts it above them all.
Those who profess to walk with God,
But lacks this trait, He deems a fraud.
When Christ upon a cross was hung,
heaven’s love song to man was sung.
God shared His heart; He made it bare,
revealed to us how much He cares.
Patience, perseverance, and hope,
when facing stress they help us cope.
Wisdom, fortitude, and courage
are valued traits in every age.
Humility, prudence, and faith
are traits that made the sages great.
Generosity and kindness
are traits of those who have God’s mind.
Compassion, respect, and justice
are worthy traits that foster trust.
Both temperance and self-control
are worthwhile traits to set as goals.
Assertiveness and diligence
are traits of those who high-posts fill.
Forgiveness is a trait of those
who truly God's forgiveness knows.
Both modesty and chastity
are traits that today seem passé,
yet, none among the noble traits,
the passage of time will outdate.
“God is love”, the Bible says,
and those who love, God homage pays.
So, Paul was right when he did state,
of the traits, “love is the greatest”
Ascension
Sous une brume matinale
je vagabonde les rivages
des souvenirs
à la recherche du passé
dans les lits de rivières desséchées
vestiges de jours écoulés.
La vie nous dirige
vers plusieurs sentiers périlleux
les idées enflammées de souffrance
en attente d’une deuxième renaissance.
Affranchi des chaines
en chair et esprit
convoitant la proximité
de l’être cher qui habite
le palais au-delà des cieux.
Hissé envers la luminosité
ultraviolette libéré de soi.
-traduction
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Original poem written by Essama Chiba:
Lifted Up
In the morning mist
I stroll on shorelines
Of memories
Searching for the past
In dry river beds
Of yesterdays.
Life takes us down
Many paths near the edge
Mind afire in burning pain
Waiting for a second birth.
Emancipated from both
Flesh and spirit
Longing for closeness
Of a devotee that resides
In the mansion of the sky.
Lifted up in the luminosity
Of violet light freed from self.
-Essama Chiba
AP: 2nd place 2021 (for my translation)
When desert heat has burned my feet, I’ll reach you on my knees
And if it would impress you I’d swing naked through the trees
I’d paint myself with honey and I’d swim a sea of bees
I’d do these things and more because it’s you I aim to please
Should the space between us be a thousand miles of ice
I’d cross that wasteland even if my sled was pulled by mice
And if a polar bear was there then I would stand and fight
For you are my fair maiden and I am your fearless knight
If I could I’d drag a trampoline up to the moon
I’d bounce high in the lunar sky if it would make you swoon
I’d reach up and I’d grab the sun and make for you a ring
And if you should accept it then my heart a song would sing
My journey back to earth would be by heart shaped parachute
I know it’s slightly passé but it’s also kinda cute
I would sprinkle sparkles from the pouch fixed to my belt
And in the sky they’d spell out why I felt the way I felt
For you’re my life, my heartbeat, my true purpose and my being
And every star however far and all the stars I’m seeing
I would gather every one that I could ever carry
And I’d go back to gather more if you said we could marry
But just one tiny thing I ask; a marriage contract rider
If ever there should be one, would you save me from a spider
Were I to count the stars above, how pointless that would be
For if you deal with spiders, you’re the only star for me.
3 November 2022
Contest: The Only Star For Me
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
The plumber is fixing a leak;
The pipe’s needing more than a tweak.
So for things to improve
He will have to remove
Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak.
Our house, built in ‘80, is old
And it’s paneled, which is, truth be told,
Now considered passé
But was cool in its day,
Though with changing it, I’ve not been sold.
So I’m listening from the next room
As he hammers and drills; I presume
That he knows what to do
For we haven’t a clue
If more leaks, in the future, will loom.
But voila! He just finished and yes,
I’m relieved of a lot of my stress,
For he came well-equipped
To replace what had dripped
And he didn’t leave much of a mess.
On the wall, all the panels survived
And the handyman, once he’s arrived,
Will nail down what is loose
And, as you can deduce,
Of my kitchen, I won’t be deprived.
Fads come and fads go
Is this pronoun thing a ho ho ho?
I am sure for some it is important and real.
Others jump on, wanting more zip and zeal.
Tik Tok and U-tube, two of today’s norms
Taking new directions, creating new forms
Will they both be passé’ in the thirties?
Names going back to Homers and Gerties?
Database and web were unknown in the eighties.
Google was not a word known to us natives.
Word processors barely peeking out.
LOL and MMAT make me want to shout!
The first computers took an entire room.
No one fathomed owning one.
Now we all talk away on Zoom.
High tech craziness. Oh what fun!
Things are moving at mega-super-speed.
People like Putin filled with incredible greed.
Sex traffickers are real and true.
I liked the old ways. How about you?
I can’t go where you go,
cause you’re so damn nouveau,
you keep looking for the next wave
while I stand on the shore and watch ‘em break.
You won’t hear what I say,
think I’m so damned passé,
keep believing your cutting edge
cause every day you wake up in a new bed.
Time keeps on flying by,
lines form around your eyes,
all the 'new rules' you know so well
keep you forever riding that carousel.
The day comes you’re not so hot,
they cast you aside to rot,
old bio clock’s almost out of ticks
and they don’t want 'girls' at thirty-six.
You show up at my door,
thinking I can give you more,
answered by a boy with my face
did you really think that I would sit and wait?
No.
Books are passé’, Grandma!
No one uses them anymore
Let’s burn them all.
It was one of the hood wearers.
The older woman was shocked to her core.
She had never gotten used to the I-pads, I-pods or I-phones.
Let me show you what we do with them,
The Hood Wearer said.
He lit one on fire
Holding it up so she could see how he felt about it.
But what if the Internet goes down? The older woman asked.
She was not even a grandma, never having had children.
The Hood Wearer let out a loud laugh
Dropping the book at her feet.
She threw water on it and saved what she could
Because she had been taught to save everything
She watched him throwing other people’s books on the fire
And was amazed at how easy others had been to persuade.
[Him]
When desert heat has burned my feet, I’ll reach you on my knees,
And if it would impress you I’d swing naked through the trees,
I’d paint myself with honey and I’d swim a sea of bees,
I’d do these things and more because it’s you I aim to please.
[Her] So… that’s it…… is it?
[Him]
Should the space between us be a thousand miles of ice,
I’d cross that wasteland even if my sled was pulled by mice,
And if a polar bear was there then I would stand and fight,
For you are my fair maiden and I am your fearless knight.
[Her] And then what?
[Him]
If I could I’d drag a trampoline way-up to the moon,
I’d bounce high in the lunar sky if it would make you swoon,
I’d reach up and I’d grab the sun and make for you a ring,
And if you should accept it then my heart a song would sing.
[Her] Anything else?
[Him]
My journey back to earth would be by heart shaped parachute,
I know it’s slightly passé but it’s also kinda cute,
I would sprinkle sparkles from the pouch fixed to my belt,
And in the sky they’d spell out why I felt the way I felt.
[Her] And you would do all of this… why exactly?
[Him]
You are my life, my heartbeat, my true purpose and my being,
And every star however far and all the stars I’m seeing,
I would gather every one that I could ever carry,
And I’d go back to gather even more if you said we could marry.
[Her] So…… are you quite done?
[Him]
There is one tiny thing I ask; a marriage contract rider,
If ever there should be one, would you save me from a spider,
Were I to count the stars above, how pointless that would be,
For if you deal with spiders, you’re the only star for me.
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[Her] Wimp!
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[Her] WIMP!
Just saw a fancy new jalopy go by
At least that's what we used to call 'em
Guess the ad men would surely cringe
Jalopy wouldn't cut it for them!
With all of today's sexy new cars
Jalopy is a blast from the past
The pace of life was much slower then
Less frantic and surely not as fast!
Any of you remember “rumble seats”?
Wonder why they called them so
1939 was the last time we saw them
Gone with those silent movie shows!
But the reality is there's no going back
We're stuck in this frantic new world
One which no longer has time for niceties
My mind's in a tizzy and a whirl!
I take solace in knowing in coming years
Today's technology and texting
Will be just as passé as the old jalopy
The future will be even more perplexing!
Just saw a fancy new jalopy go by
Traveled back to another time and place
Enjoyed the much simpler things in life
At a slower and less frantic pace!
Long before Nintendo or Atari were invented,
At birthday time you bugged your folks and maybe they relented
And added to your toys a game you’d coveted, I’d bet:
A marvel made of solid wood, a real Nok-Hockey set!
The game was table-sized, although you’d play it on the floor.
No matter if you won or lost, you always wanted more.
Your wooden stick hit wooden puck and aimed it like a rocket;
The object was to sink it into your opponent’s pocket.
It’s kind of retro now, I guess, or maybe just passé.
It’s not the type of game that modern children like to play;
And that is why the set I saw did not evoke a smile,
‘Cause there it was just sitting on a curbside junkheap pile.
It’s sad to reminisce when all those remnants from the past
Remind us how the years have disappeared so very fast;
And all those things we valued once when we were young and brash,
Just like that cool Nok-Hockey set, get thrown out with the trash.