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Don't allow him to corner you, punch him hard on his face, kick him hard and make him cry, just one nice smack and the title is all yours.
These are some of the expressions which I keep on shouting on the top of my voice when I watch brutal combat sports like Muay Thai Kickboxing, Western Boxing (USA), wrestling etc. Unlike other combat sports like Boxing or martial art games such as Karate, Taekwondo ; these sports have much higher degree of violence, witness about 30 – 35 deaths every year and not to mention innumerable fatal injuries. I cannot help but wonder how these fighters feel after winning their respective matches and crushing their opponents to death, or leaving them in a handicapped state making sure they don't have enough guts to face them again.
In the poem below written by me, I have tried to capture the thoughts of a fighter from my own perspective.
. I punch you, you punch me,
I kick you, you kick me,
Driven by a frantic rush to kill each other,
Tell me something - O my opponent,
Do we know each other, you and me?
Couple of minutes since I first saw your face,
Glittering and shimmering, like a rainbow after a rainy day,
Now it is drenched in your own sweat and blood,
And I don’t know why I loathe you so much.
Was it just destiny – your end so near,
Or you were just a fool, for you had no fear,
Broken nose, bruised face – you gave me much pain
In return, I favor you by digging your grave.
Parents, in laws, wife and children – you had many mouths to feed
Fight against me!!!!
You should have thought about them before trying this remarkable feat.
No family, no friends, no money – I have nothing to lose,
Did you ever think about this, you benumbed fool.
. This remarkable piece of poetry, you won’t be able to read,
For you will be busy paying for your deeds,
Fractured arms and shattered spirit - you will suffer many injuries,
Because against me there is nothing but miseries.
. Every second spent against me you will beg for mercy,
You won’t get any, you can trust me on that.
No achievements under your belt, its time you make me proud
I will set an example for others, by gifting you a shroud.
Form:
Being one of the volunteers for medical mission,
It feels good for my dedicated service in action,
No need to cross on borders just to help other people,
They are just in the corner to ask medicine for a cure.
Doctors who always there for the illegal immigrants,
Dedicate their time for the sake of the peasants,
Different nationalities living in a foreign country,
They needed love and care for they are lonely and weary.
Money can’t buy satisfaction and happiness,
Even if people called them the less fortunate,
Surviving in a far away land for a while,
Where in their native land, they are in exile.
Lack of material things they don’t have,
All they need is our unconditional love,
Life is still good living in place of poverty,
Seeking solace for our love and generosity.
Note:
Being one of the volunteer for medical mission for 2 years, I know how it feels to be isolated in a secluded place. Some of the illegal immigrants are in hiding because they came in the country of Thailand without any passports, they are afraid the authorities will catch them and send them to jail and send them back to their native land. Some of them living in the mountains where lack of waters that some children seldom take a bath that’s why some of them are sick. Another thing is lack of foods that it takes weeks for some people to go down to city to buy for their daily needs, in other words they are lack of basics necessities. As I observe during our medical mission every month in different places in Ratcharuburi initiated by Thai priest with Thai nurses, Filipino doctors, nurses and volunteers, Spanish doctor and some other nationalities, some of the children are malnourish, have skin problems, fever, flu, etc. They can’t go to the hospital because they are afraid the authorities will catch them and send them to jail, even if the doctors will recommend them to go to some hospitals, they will not going to have a check up because they don’t have money. I know it’s really hard for them to live like that but still I saw them with pure happiness in their heart laughing and smiling with us during our medical mission every month. All they need is our guidance, help, generosity and love. Let’s pray for them that they always overcome their struggles in life.
Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers, but this time, it's also
affecting the lives of all young interracial young lovebirds. All types of interracial
relationships have been active since the ending of the 1960s and when all of the schools
and other places have been integrated. It seems that two young people (a teen boy and a
teen girl) would rather date someone outside their race than dating the other that's
within the same race, that includes African American and white teen boys and girls. Like,
for when a black teen boy were to get into a real relationship with a teen white/Caucasian
girl, a teen Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Malaysian,
Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic girl, or a teen Middle Eastern girl, that would be
great for him. And if a black teen girl were to get into a real relationship with a teen
white/Caucasian boy, a teen Asian boy (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese,
Malaysian, Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic boy, or a teen Middle Eastern boy, then
that's great for her, too. What love is trying to do to all teenage lovebirds, including
all interracial teen couples, is to have made them happy, especially when they're around
each other.And what this type of young love is also doing is promoting interracial love
around the entire American nation, including Massachusetts, Texas, Alabama, and
California. Interracial relationships among all teenagers are increasing in not just the
United States of America, but the whole world, as well. It also seems to everyone that
both lovebirds of different races will never stop loving each other, not even before the
year 2019. But then, interracial relationships among all teenagers do have a good impact
on then. Their parents (the mothers and the fathers of all different races) should be very
happy for their teen sons and teen daughters, especially when they know that their teens
are in love with each other. And if love among all teenagers continues to grow and grow
without stopping and that all interracial relationships were to increase, even before and
after the year 2020, this is going to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to all
teenage lovebirds nationwide.
Lyricvixen's Fried Wonton Recipe
childlike memories with
an adult like twist
(just: a tiny dollop + ketchup & mustard & pickles
?? a McDonald's Mickey D's thing going on )
1.) ?? first overnight "soaking" 1/4 cup to 1/2 cup = RICE
(WHY = https://allpoetry.com/poem/14723469-Why-Soak-Rice-Overnight-by-Verlecia)
note - make for: breakfast, lunch, OR ----- dinner
(put all your ingredients on the counter)
* ??1/4 cup to 1/2 cup = rice soak overnight (swished around and
Rinse: clear cool water tap or bottle)
* boil 20 to 25 mins - drain excessive water off -
as cool tap water is running
cook: boil rice/ cook meat / steam carrots + same time
* ?? 1 LB ground Turkey or (most likely, beef?) (chicken: no clue? )
AFTER: -------- *first ten minutes of cooking*
??to MEAT?? (??altogether :COOK - meat -15 to 20 mins )
??*** ADD: 1 to 2 TBSP - Oyster Flavored sauce
((by: Lee Kum Kee Premium 9 fl oz))
??***ADD: 1 to 2 tsp - Thai Kitchen Premium Fish Sauce
in medium Skillet or pot.
??*** ADD: import by "2 to 3 TBSP" MUSHROOM SEASONING
NATURAL GRANULE ((by: Po Lo Ku Trading USA))
??** 30 ?? tiny baby carrots steamed --- for nutrition
(but -- can boil them - just until - take a fork)
(mash the ?? carrots - with a ?? potato masher or fork)
(note: the younger the taste buds - the less carrots
the older the taste buds the more carrots)
* now ?? rice - ?? meat - ?? carrots - ARE DONE
put altogether
add ?? CHEESE
**** Last: 1 cup: ?? Extra sharp cheddar cheese -
((by: great value))
?? ?? MIX into : meat/carrot/rice mixture
(NOTE: recipe is not written in stone - add more ?? cheese if your
waistline can handle it)
cooking OIL: 1/4 cup: canola oil & 2 tbsp of peanut oil
*_* Now the: Fried Wonton part
( wikiHow: How to Wrap Wontons )
?? rice -
?? meat -
?? carrots
?? CHEESE
** Wonton OR -- Egg Roll Wraps
** cooking oil
** Thai Kitchen Premium Fish Sauce
** MUSHROOM SEASONING NATURAL GRANULE
opt: ketchup & mustard & pickles
2 years ago
Form:
I relish being hungry for popslop grub...
(on second thought lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protruding taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized with heart that goes lub dub).
She painstakingly lovingly doth strew
haphazardly she threw
leftovers together,
this snowy December seventeenth
two thousand twenty
thoroughly cooked in microwave until...
poor excuse for my meal appeared
with consistency of shoe leather.
Think of the missus not afraid
to experiment buzzfeeding me
questionable resultant glop pantomimed
for my guessing pleasure
never in bajillion years
as amateurish Marcel Marceau charade
performance courtesy the spouse,
an entrée she gave - yours truly
immediately sought to evade
me subsequently evincing
horrific puckered mealy mouth
as though I swallowed hand grenade
figurative exploding oral cavity
feeble futile gesticulation inveighed.
Thus, methinks himself wise
to don cooking apron
please do not ask why
trumpeting self as master chef boyardee
so move over wife and allow husband to try
his hand (using skill - let) me prepare Thai
and/or other Asian cuisine dish,
cuz when free to potschke
(To fuss or "mess around"
inefficiently and inexpertly), I haint shy
to blend (indiscriminately) ingredients
ofttimes yours truly barley able to ply
boiling water since significant other
does not give this garden variety
and generic, gimlet eyed
gourmandizing guilt free
Earth friendly gumption goaded guy.
Every so often yours truly
gets so hungry, he could
(not neigh sayimself) eat a horse
(yours truly jest kidding hoof course)
truth be told, I only eat one meal per day
all day from son up to son down, me a force
tubby reckoned with,
who if he gives way to vice
event chew wooly experiences remorse.
Hum glad to share mine reasonably rhyming hook
twenty six letters linkedin amidst
various combinations, formations, permutations,...
allows, enables, and provides a look
into the mindscape of Matthew Scott Harris
doth show himself with steely dangling
nonsense with sense and sensibility he forsook.
With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening,
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.
Their heavy school bags left way aside,
Uniforms too thrown on whatso side,
Back from bunking class, leave un-applied,
Bare bodied when children dance in rain,
Here’s happiness for me sans restrain.
Dreams and young desires dancing in mind,
Two teenagers in tender love blind,
At the appointed place do when find
And haply together smile their smiles,
Here’s happiness to me that beguiles.
Dawns a day, and Ma wakes up early,
Finds the house bare and rather lonely,
And lo, the door-bell rings suddenly,
Her daughter and kids hug her in glee,
Here is crest of happiness to me.
One eve, the sun prepares when to pack,
I see grandpa— nigh bent at the back,
Nostalgic, playing old songs from rack
When breaks into dance that transcends age,
That’s happiness to me freed from cage.
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Based on a Gujarati poem by Shyamal Munshi, titled:
mane to sukh eman dekhaya, transliteration as follows:
ek ramakdun lai mana-gamatun,
mana khole hasatun ramatun,
mithan halardan sambhaltun,
mani same jotun balak unghi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
bhar bharelan daftar khakhi,
ek divas khunaman nakhi,
ninshal man pan chutti rakhi,
bhai-bandho sau thai ughada bhar varshaman nhaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ichao laine ubheli,
ek chokari preme gheli,
nishchit sthane pahonchi vaheli,
premi ne jotan ni sathe acherun malakaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ek divas ma vaheli jage,
ghar khali-kham sunun lage,
ghar no bel achanak vage,
‘ne bachhane lai dikari malava avi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
chho kede thi hoy valela,
ek sanj ni dubati vela,
dada sahu mitroni bhela,
juni filmo yad kari ne junan gito gaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
______________________________________________
Translations | 02.01.14 |
Have you seen the movie
you know the one
Woody Allen,
the call girl, son
That’s my favorite
Mango
sauce,
sushi
sashimi
land of the lost
bad Santa, Will Farrell
Italian singers,
Bach,
Beethoven
your little fingers
Try this salad
Thai and sweet
I’m getting fat
what shall we eat
Chianti is good
neath these lights
sangria, and chili
lets cook tonight
have you read this book
War and Peace
I wanted to, someday
but wait for me
we’ll read each chapter
a verse in our bed
have you read
Gabriel Marquez
I’m feeling depressed
in one of my moods
coffee is best
when laying with you
Blender
high speed
look at it go
garlic
oil
oregano
make me a drink
the one that I like
Mexican food sounds good tonight
I love the feel
the look of this bar
shadows
light
particular charm
tell me that joke
tell it to him
the Scottish one
to my Scottish friend
Lets get a boat
fly a kite
go to new york
stay up all night
God is agape
do you know what that means
real Chili, you know
doesn’t have beans
I had a dream
It made me so angry
I don’t like Tabasco
on chicken fried gravy
Damn that’s hot,
I’m starting to cry
quit rubb’n your chin
without you I’d die
after we kiss
how far do we go
your driving is crazy
stay on the road
I think I have loved you
all of my life
my mother was his
birth midwife
chop up the garlic
pour me some wine
I think vinyl siding,
a capitol crime
wood
floors
solid
doors
a big back yard
a book case of course
can’t answer my phone
I’m quiet today
you know how I get
all there or away
buffalo burgers
tawaka and fries
”the best in the world”
ya right, that’s a lie!
But I do like these chips
take a picture with one
cashews from India
or Vietnam
drink your water
I swear that I will
you never told me that water can kill!!
tomatoes, fresh
I’ll pay with my cash
I love you so much I could (censord) !
Form:
Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its porcelain thrones into the walled garden’s weedy rear yard. Village women wash: the floors, the pots, the laundry from first light to deep dark. The water runs downhill. War does not stop the drudgery. Where the women sleep is unknown to us. The owners’ are small men; they rule the house with a heavy hand. They teach the techniques of shamanic healing and Thai Massage.
the Green Tara
hangs upon the room's wall:
geraniums on the ledge
The drowse of Friday evening evaporates in a burst of gunfire. Behind the high walls surrounding the school, the sounds of violence escalate. Through open, screen-less, windows sirens sound, the sky lights up and red, yellow, blue, and white prayer flags hang lifelessly from the eaves to the locked gate. Sleep hides, as I do, beneath the covers.
coiled
insecticide smolders:
temple bells sound
The monks, long gone, leave remnants of themselves on the incense coated plaster. Peace sought here was not found. Poverty necessitated the building’s sale. Here on a side street in walking distance from the American embassy, a school for westerner’s storm cellars. The desire to learn Eastern Healing techniques and a common language, English, binds us together: American, French, Spanish, and South African captures of the internet, pilgrims. We come, healers all, undaunted by the Civil War, to Kathmandu, Nepal.
Monday, the riots end on cue. Tourists, again, meander the dust clouded streets, skirting the alley’s begging children. Tea is served in the burgeoning shops. Butchers swat flies from hanging haunches of meat, rare bird vendors walk the street with baskets of exotic birds. And, brazen Westerners stride bare armed, sari-less exposed, and rude, at least until next Friday night—they own the world.
First Published by Mulberry Fork 2016
I remember when I held my children for the first time
I remember when I spoke at my dad’s funeral ad libbing in a mix of joy and grief
I remember when Saturday was THE most important day of the week
I remember when I first stepped off a plane for a foreign holiday and the air was so different
I remember when I used to sit in the dark and listen to Pink Floyd
I remember when on Blockbusters, contestants used to ask “can I have a P please Bob”
I remember when my mum said off all her 6 children I was the only one she never understood
I remember when tasting Thai food for the first time I described it as an ****** on my tastebuds
I remember when at times even as a kid I could get so angry that I believed I could literally kill
I remember when I went on a 1 day trip to Barcelona to watch football and returned 5 days later
I remember when after paying my bills I had less than £50 a month to live on
I remember when I saw Ricky Villa score THAT goal and Gazza hit THAT free kick at Wembley
I remember when I was thrown in Holly bushes as some form of initiation at Grammar school
I remember when I smashed the school record for 1500 metres
I remember when my players won cup finals when no one except us believed we could
I remember when I graduated at the age of 55 sharing the day only with my classmates
I remember when I invented the scotch egg drink of a double malt with pickled egg
I remember when the first time my head was so scrambled I couldn’t comprehend where I was or what to do
I remember when I’ve spontaneously combusted in work situations
I remember when I’ve sat alone and for no apparent reason emotion totally overpowers me
I remember when I try to forget the darkness but find it impossible
I remember when I’ve written words sometimes and thought that’s not too bad
I cherish the fact that, at the moment, I CAN still remember when
A few things you should know about the things I love
like the magic of watching asteroids above
the fact that I was born on Easter Day
the joy of buying a summertime bouquet
off-hours where I quietly sit at a café
talks about our Thousand Islands get-away
matinees at home or at the cinema
chunky fruit in a pitcher full of sangria
the caress of sunshine on my face
success when uncluttering my place
curls of waves unfurling on the sand
the perfect treasure found second hand
long walks along the riverbank
discussions had both deep and frank
bullseye shots that hit the mark
sugar kisses in the dark
a glass of wine to enhance dinner
games where there need not be a winner
coming first and acing all my tests
faeries who live deep in wild oak forests
biting into a big luscious peach
seaglass gathered on the beach
poppies and peonies growing in a garden
maple walnut ice cream begs your pardon
new york cheesecake that's real yummy
brownies that wind up in my tummy
incandescent hummingbirds in flight
nighttime bubblebaths by candlelight
the mystery of butterflies and dragonflies
perfume of lilacs assailing passerbys
glowing moon hanging low up in the sky
a delicious plateful that's exotic thai
a virtuoso playing the piano
the starry night painted by van gogh
hot french pressed coffee shared at dawn
the surge of nostalgia when I hear Elton John
carefree runs across wild meadows
telephone wires lined up with crows
aromas of basting turkey in the afternoon
hotdogs over campfire in the month of june
sunrise burning mist across the lake
wishes blowing candles off a birthday cake
strokes of vibrant greens in watercolour
luscious textiles that utterly feel like fur
christmas tree decorations hung
mango juice upon my tongue
a classy outfit that fits me like a glove
these are just a few of the very many things I love.
AP: 2nd place 2025