Long Pita Poems
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The camel musk entered my tent today
a quiet sand storm arouse the warm
wind settled outside white garments
blew in the breeze i could hardly collect
myself my thoughts were on American
things like Antonio's pizza why I'd mastered
nano breads pita pockets honey dipping
peppermint tea with lemon grass aroma
soaring though out brass tea cups my mind
focused completely locked and loaded I suppose
although it is definitely going to to take some
time getting use being referred to as SGT when
all I wanted to do was curl up with my diary
and my kitten mittens i sure miss mittens being
so far away in the middle east on guard duty
missing my family my friends even my noisy
neighbors i miss the buses the trains the cold
cold nights wrapped in fleece hands hiding in
my faux **** things were different around here
unusually quiet for a war zone I'm torn from
college days my two best friends were from Tripoli
the other from West Bank i sit outside Jerusalem
wondering what my friends are doing back in America
eating toast reading poetry wait I here something
what a pleasant surprise a tiny kitten here now
in the middle east hello there I'll call you Jaguar
funny meeting you here I'm no longer lonely
can't wait to take you back home to America
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Catch tugs towards their berth
Little yacht traipses triangular trail
Cottage clasping slope admires bay
Fisherman’s wife swells, eon enamour
For his boomerang voyage, she brings
Tomato rocket fishpaste pita bread
Thermos of jasmine tea, to picnic
Basket bemuses bee buzz blooms
Manna powder release from each
Pink proclamation jesters jostle
Solargold galaxies galavant, plentiful
Dianthus dilate, lemon balm overlap
Pale gravel path merges blonde sand
Their footsteps converge, bone beige
Neck nuzzle murmurs leather bound
Sunstrike bounces blind broadwater
Diminished senses replenish focus
Duty for union, find food free of market
Encapsulated in cove of commitment
Genmaicha gratitude values volume
Samael: "The orchard is open to omphaloses the stables are Sable's cheery O's and so cereal of woodwork, is fairy cereal so bold."
Uraeal: "I open the gates true north crashes down, the hell of highwater is where the shark surely drowned, but the westward gate is closed and so is the east and the south closes now, like heathery feasts.
The Pro: "Should be palaver again, the moon bright the brittle bread?"
Samara: "I bred in this fire, I tire of liars who are of the sort who won't kindle my fire."
Gladius: "The other festoon is under thine eyes, like he needn't cross-work on crosswords for prized possession, taken by the ghoul of Mary sent brethren."
Aurora: "If the course if taken by the northmost gate, let golden rakes fill the plates."
Helel: "Should we wait for the north gate to crumble, before he humbug the buggie and send swallows aflutter?"
(Anonymized character) "I created once before now I was become death, the pita bread moon like the harvest moon's friend."
---End of act V---
Mind, intellect ego, nor echoes they spell,
Nor sense of hearing, speech, nor of smell,
Nor am I earth, fire, air, nor yet space,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Nor vital Life-force, nor five breath fields,
Seven essences, nor five body shields,
No limbs of action make what me is,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Likes nor dislikes, I’ve greed, nor fantasy,
Pride nor conceit, envy nor jealousy,
Nor any pursuits of life do I miss,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Happiness nor sorrows, virtue nor vice,
Chants, pilgrimage, Vedas nor sacrifice,
Food nor fondness, nor one that relishes,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
I’ve Death nor doubt, nor faith in wombs of worth,
Father nor mother nor I’ve any birth,
Kin, friend, guru nor disciples on earth,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
One alone, shape nor size, nor form any,
Pervasive, rife everywhere, in senses,
I’ve freedom, nor bondage, peace, poise is me,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
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From aatma shatakam or nirvaana shatakam, six verses on atman, written by Shankaracharya of 8th century CE. Transliteration of the Sanskrit text is given here:
manah-buddhi-ahamkara-chittani na aham,
na cha kshotra-jihve na cha ghrana-netre |
na cha vyoma bhumih na teja vayuh
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||1 ||
na cha prana-sanjnyah na vai pancha-vayuh,
na va sapta-dhatuh na va pancha-koshah |
na vak pani-padau na cha upastha-payu
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||2 ||
na me dvesha-ragau na me lobha-mohau,
madah na eva me na eva matsarya bhavah |
na dharmah na cha arthah na kamah na mokshah,
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||3 ||
na punyam na papam na saukhyam na duhkham,
na mantrah na tirtham na vedah na yajnyah |
aham bhojanam na eva bhojyam na bhoktah
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||4 ||
na me mrtyu-shanka na me jati bhedah,
pita na eva me na eva mata na janma |
na bandhuh na mitram guruh na eva shishyah
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||5 ||
aham nir-vikalpah nir-akara-rupah,
vibhuh vyapya sarvatra sarva indriyanam |
sada me samatvam na muktih na bandhah,
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||6 ||
Translations |05.08.2021|
On the roster for any thrill seeker in retro sneakers a eureka
Salsa eats & beats dash from the speaker splash of paprika
Anything else an imposter the don is chicharron in Costa Rica
Dominica tropical scenes greens means hullabaloo of callaloo
Equatorial Guinea don a pinny for panache of succotash tutorial
Who knew that Fiji do niche ceviche as good as you get in Peru
Decoder delish fish dish a glut of coconut and it’s called kokoda
Askance glance France may perchance be the gourmet dance
Escargot or Fruit De Mer to share the flair the care in a trance
Even in the present effervescent present food of the peasant
Cassoulet or tartiflette..pot au feu get a baguette jamon beurre
Concur not happenstance foody romance your soul will enhance
One could buckle or just chuckle as you gawk at a pork knuckle
Thick of neck sturdy nerdy stock eating speck or flock for hock
Out and about can’t flout the rule everything goes with sauerkraut
Old school burst all banger no clanger meat lubed into tubes wurst
Can’t scoff hats do doff to gourmand nirvana trough of jollof in Ghana
Phew not the voodoo or hoodoo crew but FuFu oh & some marijuana
Not a trend setter but better appetite whetter tomatoes with onions & feta
Deceives no peeves big hitter apricity of the simplicity.. pita & vine leaves
At your leisure forget the rest a beset treasure chest of pleasure and zest
Charter boat smarter gloat starter roe of cods food of the Gods Taramasalata
Meek weak bleak then Greek geek tweak should seek best test for any guest
DO NOT FORGET
Your wired mind larger than Arabia
like a continent shrouded with beauty and rage,
I imagine you recalling the gush from Indian winds
the taste salted by curry fragrance
as your mouth drolls two languages,
till lashes of day forget night’s kiss...
Oh, but do not forget how desert sands
whisper your songs, to drain your troubles
on pita of seed-blessed lawns,
your eyes traveling across gentle sky
and down below, see the jasmines
naming your dreams
upon child-woman’s feet...for life-light
sparks in your womb, breath swelling
a prayer around moist dew... and here,
through love for self and kin, you are safe
within the overflowing beads
of a tranquil moon ; your mouth
a garden of bright joys unseen
that even in ruins of wired mind,
your breath shines among rocks...
Oh, do not forget the 'I' in your life.
................................
Yasmin is a talented poet. She is
from India but works hard in Saudi Arabia;
direly missing her family most of the time..
I hope she comes back-- she left Poetry Soup
a year ago due to the strain in her life.
Here is one of Yasmin's lines:
" Floundering, groping for a rational return..."
Contest, Silent One's Tribute
6/30/2013
Spinach pie and feta cheese
And grape leaves stuffed with rice
Formed the basis for a lunch
That really was so nice.
Eggplant dip, tzatziki sauce
And salad, smartly dressed
And served with olives; who could ever
Sit there unimpressed?
Sliced up chicken, pita bread
Plus other dips and cheese
Made a meal which all could see
Was meant to sate and please.
Of course, there also was dessert
And snacky treats before,
The kind of food that fills you up
But still, you eat some more.
So thank you, Pam, my hostess friend,
For starting off my week
With a lovely luncheon, filled with dishes
Tasty, fresh and Greek!
Malignant Black Snakes and Spiders Attack From Hell
Sweet little girl smiles on the soft sunny day
Plays with pillows on sofa beds
Bright powder blue eyes follow patterns of colorful butterflies
She runs to greet them
The pita-pat pita-pat over crisp meadow
Greens and yellows flow together
Follow on the tips of glowing blues
Drenched in cool dew dancing in delight
Giggles and thrills all the way
Parades play magical music in the bright distance
Lifting the spirits of the noble child even higher
A daffodil catches her glance
She snatches it up against her chest
Holds it tight for luck
Then flies to purple majestic trees
Dress lifts her to the precipice
Paradise is nice
It’s time to run through fields of dreams
Blue skies smile down on her
God blesses her every move
She knows it's time
Mother and father wait for her with open arms
And abundant kisses for her precious face
A warm lunch with buns and cakes awaits
That can’t be beat
How sweet
(Influenced by Dadaism- anti-art)
My Gift to My Love
There are so many silly gadgets to buy,
clothes or videos for you.
Never mind all that silliness!
Am sending me, to you, I will be
your Christmas Rose, your happiness.
Coming in a simple,red velvet box with
a gold gigantic bow.
And covered with stars and a silver
medallion, engraved,'Romios', you know.
My long dress of rosettes, was designed
just for you.
As a sign of my scentual,eternal love, too.
So have the chilled Mavrodaphne ready.
Grape leaves, taramosalata, anchovies
and grilled Pita bread, too.
Just be certain you are warm and ready.
Have enough, am counting on you!
After all, whenever I am with you my heart
rules my head.
I get lost in the stars,I see in your eyes.
And the warmth of your lips,
Better than all moonbeams in the sky!
11/5/2019
I.
Matapos ang pagsabog ng 'yong alindog,
Mayro'ng ingay'ng sa paarala'y pumutok,
Walang anu- ano, ang laya' y nasugpo.
Silid nati'y nagkakulay at napuno.
II.
"Dito sa bandang hilaga ng likuran,
Sa layo'y patayo kitang tinutunghan,
Tahimik 'kong puso mo'y sinusumpaan
Ng pagmamahal ." Kung nauulinigan...
III.
Kung nababatid mo rin, o, aking pita,
Sa kaumiran ng bibig ko'y may pasya.
Ito'y, "Ang utak at puso'y itataya!
Magbabanat- buto nang ibigin sana.”
IV.
Katipunan ng talastas na 'lang ingay
Ay pinagtitibay nang pagtat’as- kamay.
Kung nababatid o kaya'y naririnig,
Liban sa Diyos, ang saksi'y itong silid.