Long Tau Poems
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So deaf, so blind are we-
Our little minds (judgmentally inclined )
base judgments on assumptions,
not on related facts !
So, on and on, the squirrel cage
goes, round and round, And no one listens
to what wise men still propound...
How many centuries has man's myopic eye
failed to envision "time" assigned
the role of symbol ?
Ask whether logic ever pinpoints time,
elusive, all pervasive time ?
A timely symbol circles back,
month after month, each 29 or 30 days,
a messianic symbol seen, in evening skies,
reminding viewers why the sun grew dark,
as Jesus, on Tau-shaped cross,
suffered the crucifixion ?
Although perceptive friends of light
find eyes and ears shut tight
against all vestiges of explanation,
yet shall the Crescent wax ( and wane)
beyond the 40 days wherein the long expected,
long feared time of the Millenium shall reign
The 19th province, in the 19th year
of Earth's moon cycle, in this aging century,
likewise commencing with "19", all coincide!
As year has followed year, now,
"91" becomes the mirror image, " 19-91."
Will Armageddon spark the ushering in
of a New Age ? As when the Hand of Doctrine
reaches down to grasp the Key of Faith,
there in Granada,
there in Alhambra's court of justice
the first reverberations, commencing, shake the mighty mountain rising by its side
There, where the Moors were driven out,
500 years ago, now the initial tide,
first tide, goes shuddering through solid rock,
as seen- and heard-from there,
reducing those impetrable mountain heights to little more than dust
The pile of solid rock,
impentrable for over 700 years
to mortal power or to magic artifice
against the Lord of the enchanted mountain,
at long last shall release the aged magus
and Gothic princess from that vaulted hall
sealed in the mountain's heart,
illusive rock formation- struck long ago
by that old prophet's staff- to open the way
to go, leaving the weather-clock there watching!
Quaking, shaking, crumbling !
To dust return!
Mountain, again return to dust !
End time solutions
alone
alone
to free the long- forgotten princess
and her silver lyre-
whereby our Saviours music
may, once again, be heard,
here, on this planet earth !
Gazing,
Greek letters display of curious origin.
Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters
Sea
Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8
Jangling in strange confronting orbits
Gossamer skin flays, the letters
Pulsing, transforming, letter of many letters, blur into the naked moment
Peeling, ghostly skins of finest rice paper move in snapshots.
Antique movie projectors of the future in gleaming metal dimensions provide the beam of data.
Clear butterfly wing skins, of most delicate light composition drift away on sighing notes.
Northerly pinned eyes of cartoon snakes circle round their primitive crayon bodies, snakes scattered, handfuls of straw.
Ivy sneaks, moving snakelike, twisting embrace of delicate moving entwining, tiniest crimson leaves wave and cavort.
I brush them with my hand, a sigh, a shudder.
Rippling passes, a pleasant tremor of metaphysical nostalgia, exhaling-inhaling, large-small eyes go in tremulous quark orbits of no time.
Letters-Snakes-Ivy,
Changing, blue hues pass into yellow moons of eclipsing black-hole pupils.
It is another,another, another, another-another, other, forgetting-remembering, passing, fading, rebounding, incoming, trailing away…
Exultation of indistinct revelation.
Looking, hidden information lurks in creeping shadows that run when thought over.
Forearm falling trapeze into screaming meters, Terror/Enthronement beep rapidly, hyper strobes paralyzed awe droning to absurd levels.
Genie teleporting snapshots poof like insane santas blasting through never-ending chimney floors.
Cessation, Self, Other, Break, Form, Mystery, Spin
Only can appear if vanished first, no first can be found, cannot appear to vanish. Not vanishing, so never appearing.
I am back to myself, gazing at the arm. The arm, the letters, the snakes, the ivy do not contain the thing to know, they are.
I can only follow and behold.
African woman, I have heard so much about you
I have heard that you are caring, that you are loving , that your kindness is incomparable. I have heard that your beauty needs no special powders and creams hoba o pabala 'sea la batho!
Theha tsebe and listen to what I have to say ka wena
Ke bua ka wena a woman of integrity, what a wonderful creature you are
O mmasechaba, the mother of the nation, nosizwe!
Ka wena re bona masea a matle dibobothwana
Tau dimesana, thipa o e tshwara ka bohaleng.
Ha ke o tadima ke bona a mother of all professions. A teacher, a sole provide, a mother, the head and the backbone of the family, a creative
Who else could turn a house into a warm home?Ke wena fela mmasechaba!
African woman, ambition is your walking stick to your destination
You are a tree of good fruits, mang le mang desires ditholwana tsa hao
And when they throw you stones to harvest what they never sowed unto you, you give them your fruits ntle le dikgathatso
You use the same heap of stones that were meant to harm you to step to greater heights
You are smart, a dreamer. an intellect...
Your walk is so graceful. Your words say you know what gratitude and appreciation is
Fear is a strange man in your world because you are fierce
A spark that shines the brightest in the darkest days
O lesedi, naletsana, mmabotle
Courage is your inner man, even when you come across obstacles across your path, you get strength from reminding yourself that you never begin with the intent to quit, you are a fighter
You fight for your dreams, your victory, I mean you are not here to be defeated but to conquer
You are an African woman!
Der Sommer wie er einst war,
bleibt unvergessen
und zwischen Rosenranken
ruht ein Hauch vergang'ner Tage,
wie leichter Tau
auf stillem Morgengras
Der Sommer wie er einst war,
ich ungezwungen,
wir Kinder,
zwischen Häuserecken
und dem fernen Wald,
spielten dort Nachlauf
und Verstecken
Ich seh' den Sommer wie er war,
mit neuen Augen.
Und wieder steh' ich dort,
wo ich einst stand
und sehe uns
im Licht vergang'ner Tage
und laufen noch ein Stückchen
Hand in Hand
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Summer like it once was,
still remains unforgotten
and between rose tendrils
rests a breath of bygone days,
like those light dew
on quiet morning grass.
Summer like it once was,
I myself free,
we children,
between house corners
and the distant woods,
chased each other
and played hide-and-seek
I see that summer as it once was
with new eyes.
And there again I stand,
where I once stood
and see us
in the light of bygone days
and walk a short time
hand in hand
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El verano como era una vez,
todavía permanece inolvidado
y entre zarcillos de rosas
reposa un soplo de días pasados,
como ligero rocío
sobre silenciosa hierba de la mañana
El verano como era una vez,
Yo mismo libero,
nosotros niños,
entre esquinas de las casas
y bosques distantes,
perseguiendo uno al otro
y jugamos escondite
Yo veo ese verano cuando era una vez
con nuevos ojos.
Y de nuevo estoy allí,
donde una vez estuve,
y yo ver nos
en la luz de días pasados
y caminamos poco tiempo
con la mano en la mano
Im frühen Morgenlicht
Der Tau auf hellen Gräsern
So einsam leuchtend
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Early morning light
The dew on bright shiny grass
So solitary shining
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En la luz de la mañana
El rocío sobre la hierba clara
Tan solo está brillando
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_________Kirschblüten/Cherry Blossoms/Flores del Cerezo
Die rosa Kirschblüten
Sanft fällt von kleinen Zweigen
Am stillen Nachmittag
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The pink cherry blossoms
Gently falls from tiny branches
On a quiet afternoon
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Rosa flores del cerezo
Caídan suave de las pequeñas ramas
En la trade silenciosa
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____________Blauer Duft/Blue Fragrance/ El Aroma Azul
Kleine Lavendelblüten
Der blaue Duft aus dem Grün
Lockt Hummeln herbei
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Tiny lavender flowers
The blue fragrance from the greens
It lures the bumblebees
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Pequeñas flores de lavanda
El aroma azul del verde
Atraen los abejorros
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________________Nachtgebet/Night Prayer/Oración Nocturna
In ihrer stillen Kammer
Versunken im Nachtgebet
Das alte Mütterchen
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In her silent chamber
Immersed in a night prayer
The little old woman
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En su habitación tranquila
Inmerso en la oración de la noche
La pequeña viejita
What Intended To Be Praise Of A Cold Shower...
(became something else (tau welled),
and tolled at this hour).
Though hermetically sealed within
this temperature
controlled quite bare
able (sixty degrees Fahrenheit,
the lowest possible central air
conditioned setting) insulated
one bedroom unit at clear
lee maintained Highland
Manor Apartments (where
vacant units frequently available
at this low cost facility, (deer
and the antelope play amidst
a wooded strip) fair,
lee enshroud above this
tranquil, serene, and hare
wren there, a quotidian
refulgent quite pastoral lair
ideal nooks and crannies
to read, which
non paid for plug 'ere)
won can seclude themselves
from the madding crowd gear
ring up to see return
of the native sob
bummer, day dreamer, flounderer
Matthew Scott Harris,
whose shut eye evoked,
a place he did revere
within the outer limits of the twilight
named Willoughby, while in
deep sleep he did mare
to his quasi
(caught in moat oh) mistress
sweet heart Lady Chatterley
(in an storybook parable
setting) analogous
to Sleepy Hollow where
a lookalike of
Rip Van Winkle
only added insult to injury,
when the "FAKE" headless
donned horseman got trumped
by a transexual, *****,
nudist, k9, homosexual,
eunuch corn, where
a cold shower shook
and didst scare
away every last
vestige I swear
so realistic disappointment arose,
when vision didst appear.
Die Schatten der Nacht,
die auf mich wie Blätter fallen,
vergessen im Wind,
verloren wie
Schneehauch am Abend.
Erinnerungen des Tages,
eingefangen
im Netz der Gedanken,
verloren im Unsichtbaren,
verschwimmen mit den Schatten der Nacht
im Nirgendwo.
Zwischen den Tagen
liegt Hoffnung
wie Tau auf den Wiesen.
Zukünftige Zeiten,
ungewiss
wie die Erinnerung,
verlieren sich
zwischen Wind und den Wolken.
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The shadows of the night,
fall on me like leaves,
forgotten in the wind,
lost like
snowy breath in the evening.
Recollections of the day,
caught
in the net of the thoughts,
lost in invisibility,
become blurred with the shades of the night
into nowhere.
Between the days
lies hope
like dew on the meadows.
Future times,
uncertain
like remembrance,
lose themselves
between wind and the clouds.
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Las sombras de la noche,
que caen sobre mí como hojas,
olvidado en el viento
perdido como
soplo de nieve en la tarde.
Recuerdos del día,
atrapado
en la telaraña de pensamientos,
perdida en la invisibilidad
desenfoquen con las sombras de la noche
en la nada
Entre los días
está esperanza
como rocío sobre los prados.
Futuros tiempos,
incierto
como la memoria,
se pierden
entre el viento y las nubes.
by Michaelw1two
One's unknown is comforting
once life’s breath escapes along
that road now just hidden path,
we walked upon draped arm and arm
first turn around in country,
me and my mates chose port Vung Tau
the wind was free unlike the fees
so charged to war's dead wrong.
That our youth ran before us
in brooding silence tried to warn
US there is danger in our words meanings,
the twists and turns
truth espied by poison dwarf;
those radar eyes and listening ear
of careful speak and hands grasp
passed word to each, persevere.
Young men you'll never meet
took words to heart and action true
few escaped with life and limb,
and minds hidden to this very day
along their way they became better men
now insured a future brave
they left the past in turmoil’s pact,
gave their mark in blood.
With war began fellowship,
one no different than those before
its tastes passed to men
who came to knock on that closed door
it opens to ones who quest
for meanings depth and life's accords
by simple conversation of thought
and action in a play of words.
I reach to touch the moments passed
many times and left long ago
thirst for the friendship of survival,
and the mark of brotherhood
for trust never given, a shot never taken,
lives I have forsaken
forgive a beggar begging;
as bells toll I sup from Seven Bowls.
Jan 2010
Kalinga- linga
A daughter of revolution fed on rich political nutrition
With a smile bandaging scars of the streets and falsehood by political demons
Fingers burnt in pseudo democratic pans of West, what a political humor
I see you smelling love through the thick dew of corruption and robots
True heroes and heroines swallowed up in the deep silence of chingwere and uzambwera*
Leopold hill shadows faking dances to the throbbing rhythms of vumbuza drums
Kalinga- linga- your rising sun will soon spread the beauty of its fingers in the skies of Afrika
*Cemeteries of the poor (Translator's note)
Kalinga- linga
Eine Tochter der Revolution, gefüttert mit reicher politischer Nahrung
Mit einem Lächeln verbindet sie Narben der Straßen und Falschheit politischer Dämonen
Finger verbrannt in pseudodemokratischen Pfannen des Westens, welch politischer Humor
Ich sehe dich Liebe riechen durch den dicken Tau von Korruption und Robotern
Wahre Helden und Heldinnen verschluckt in der tiefen Stille von chingwere und uzambwera*
Leopold-Hill-Schatten täuschen Tänze vor zu den dröhnenden Rhythmen der vumbuza Trommeln
Kalinga-linga – deine aufsteigende Sonne wird bald die Schönheit ihrer Strahlen verbreiten in den Himmeln Afrikas
* Friedhöfe der Armen
Many religions utilize, the symbol of the cross;
Christians symbol of the Quaternary;
Early Christianity ringed it; when fell, the ring was lost.
Modern Christianity worships the Trinity.
Pagan symbol, adopted by Roman Catholicism;
to lure Pagans away from Paganity.
Intended to eliminate the Christian/Pagan schism;
Christians believed they were saving humanity.
Ancient Egyptians, had the Ankh; symbol of eternal life;
it’s ring’s at the top; it’s said to be male and female.
Pharaohs worshipping the Aten carried it to the afterlife;
Tutt’s Dad, Akhenaten, worshiped Ra; Ra was a male.
Cross’s Origin, Ancient Chaldea;
original symbol for Tau.
Notes: The Cross originated in Ancient Chaldea .aka. Babylon where, it resembled the symbol for the Tao; the crossbar was, lowered by the Roman Catholics and adopted as their symbol. Jesus was, actually nailed to an upright pole.
http://www.albatrus.org/english/religions/pagan/origin_of_cross.htm
Aten was the disk representing the Sun, in Ancient Egypt. It was representative of the Monotheistic Religion of Akhenaten; King Tutt’s Father. The disk was the symbol for the Sun God Ra.