A streak of moonlight cuddled by the chair placed in the balcony, outside
The ricocheting time and I, and the solar moonlight, a moonlit foamy, a subtle tide
My daughter beside me, and a diamond stud, her nose knows her black heads, in a way, fortitude
A face and a lit, a solar and a misfit
a questioner, closest, midfielder, lifelong
my quenching oasis, amidst my torn life, vagabond
I saw my brazen Fenugreek, my curry, my grave failure, a Maugham outspoken in mom
My dish said a delicacy long ago, with your perfect soft, melted ambiance
my soul, my Mosul,my Samara , my mina and my minaret
They kept your calendar tales and fruit punch , they never quite gripped
The midnight hymn and the enclosing, merging with the foamy sea, rhythm
I saw a morn, a corn, of the needle in a haystack, where even the arch angel ask.
My daughter, sleeping beside me, my soul within, in the depth of the moonlight!
Every morning i grow up and define a bedouin Arabian
i grow up and he remains the same, before the hazre aswad
A tear and smile
A TR, IU and then Triumphant
Alas!
Mina muse the leaf a!
Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress
in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies
Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal
Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling
Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon
…December’s icy grip
Riffling ebb and tide, spawner of loon
Let rage and ruin Not be the end of me
Rubaiyat’s rhyme in thy honor
Let the waters settle, quotes of Rumi
Mercurial doomsday ruminates Mina Loy
Reigning ascendant masking impressions
Clouds envelop, shadow’s born shorn
Ravishing stillness, stormy tasks pending…
bright white ring of light
rage and ruin’s calmly still ~
not the end of me
And Mina rose up after Hansel's kiss
His kiss for her was a heaven's bliss
And Gretel found her forever
In Edward's arms, no stormy weather
And they all lived happily ever after
Hunting witches from here to there
Jaan janu Za ta sara mina kom,
Believe me trust me once more.
Mina Verbena is selling her herbs
in a cart that she sets in the road by the curb.
If you’ve got some spare change, then she’s got some thyme,
or a nice bit of parsley, for only a dime.
Mina Verbena grew up in the ‘burbs,
a seasoned young seller with plenty of verve.
Her herbs are enticing, with spice and panache;
to sample her flavors, she favors hard cash.
Maranao Poem & Poetry
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~ Minandanga o odang ~
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Igira so min andang
na dimamin a minandang
na aw minandang ako andang
na aw mina andango akodang ...
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Na Kagiya si minandang
na apayo minandangan
na diyanga i manadang
a danga danga a adang ...
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Na dango a minandangan
na kagiya dangag andang
a antangagan ta andang
ko andang andang a dangag ...
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Na minandangako o adang
a odang odanga gangkong
na ogagangkabo odang
na gagangka gangko gangkong ...
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~ ditadawayen / Khadaffy D. Mangondato
M-ine of gold where
I- ndigenous people dwell-
N- atives of the far mountainous lands with
D- ivine forest and mountain ranges,
O -ffering mineral-rich soil and emerald vegetation
R- anging from lappaceum to lansium,
O- ver which the pristine rivers flow.
The name was from old Spanish moniker "mina de Oro" ("mine of gold")
September 10, 2022
Me ame agora enquanto
Eu posso te amar de volta
Me ame agora quando, à vontade
Eu posso acender e apagar o fogo da lanterna
Me ame agora enquanto, novamente
Eu posso expirar, inspirar e respirar facilmente
Me ame agora enquanto
Eu posso ver sua beleza claramente
Não espere por amanhã ou outro dia
Quando eu não puder mais ver o arco-íris transitório
Quando eu não puder mais andar sozinho na calçada
Quando não consigo sentir o frescor da manhã
Não me ame apenas no Dia dos Namorados
Mas também quando eu erroneamente desvio
Me ame agora ou nunca
Para que eu possa ser abençoado e sortudo sem fim
Não importa o estado da minha mente ou meu humor
Não deixe de ser dócil e gentil
À mina alma, ao meu coração
E ao meu corpo, antes de me despedir.
P.S. Tradução de ' Love Me Now Or Never’.
Copyright © Fevereiro 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos os direitos reservados
Hébert Logerie é autor de várias coleções de poesia.
I puffed and panted up the steps (and thought
about the novel Dracula, in which
the character called Mina ran up there)
and gasping, wheezing crawled towards the top
to look out over Whitby from the cliff.
The view was simply beautiful, I found -
enough to take one's breath away (but I
was breathless as it was, and so I tried
to catch my breath!) I didn't want to think
about the trek that faced me as I left
to walk back down those steps...
Remembering a visit to Whitby & climbing the famous 199 steps
written 6th January for Constance's B 'Breathless' blank verse contest
Cheerio old chap!
O’ mighty Prometheus
Invited to this a tea party
Alas this ole social gathering
Frankenstein and his closest friends
There on the table
A vast variety of wolf cakes
Games to partake of
A tea cup treasure hunt
Tea leaf Pictionary
Sugar cube stack Pinko
Blood dripping on the floor?
Selected ate at the time invitations set
Planned menu brew and serve
English men tarts
Raw cut up hearts
In attendance at Frankenstein Tea Party
Shared cups of tea with light refreshments
Frankenstein Monster and his friend
Dracula and Mina Harken
Werewolf Peter Stuble
While at the table rotting
Dead host of days past
Drink up- Drink up
Those cottages protectors
Planned tea party gathering
Conversations of death, dark and demonic tales
Oh! Did I mention also in attendance Frankenstein wife
Eva
Holing werewolf
Cries pass the wolf bread
What a unholy gathering drinking tea (and blood) and the rest of the party dead
*5th place Placement in Contest*
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
8/26/21 2021©
Frankenstein Tea Party 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
M-essage
I-s
N-icely
A-pplied
D-elightfully
U-sing
B-irthday
L-ine
I-n
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Mina Dublin (November 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-eadly
I-nfection
A-pplies
N-astiness
A-s
R-isk
O-f
S-ilent
E-pidemic
M-akes
I-ts
N-otorious
A-ttack
Topic: Birthday of Diana Rose A. Mina (May 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
“They’ll be corndogs,” Grandma muttered.
We cousins laughed, having never heard of these relatives before today.
“Corndog company,” Aunt Mina agreed. “They were ridiculous last time.”
Last time was twenty-four years ago.
“They are goofy, mongrels,” Grandpa whispered. But he winked.
“Crazier even than your Arizona cousins,” he told Grandma.
But he was smiling, as if the corndogs were comedians or entertainers.
I loved them before they arrived.
If nothing else, they would spice up Grandma’s annual reunion.
We would watch for any oddity or nuance, reporting it in detail.
Bringing new stories of their strangeness to the other reunions.
What use cleaning up a skunk
If your mind murky remains,
A fish forever is dunk
In water, her stink still retains.
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Kabeer was a medieval saint poet. One of his quatrains is taken here for translation (transliteration as under):
nahaye dhoye kya bhaya, jo mana maila na jaye,
mina sada jalamen rahe, dhoye basa na jaye.
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Translations | 09.06.14 |
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