This is the translation of a song written by Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel-laureate Poet from India. The melody is composed by the poet himself.
The way the sky is singing today,
My Dearest, sing the song the same way,
The way the sky is gazing today,
My Dearest, gaze at me the same way!
The way the breeze is murmuring in the leaves,
making the forest to cry,
Cry in the midst of my heart,
Cry, and make me cry.
Categories:
nobel laureate, animal, love, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
This is the translation of a devotional song by Rabindranath Tagore (1861- 1941), Nobel-laureate Saint Poet from India. This song is taken from his collection of songs, titled "Gitabitan" (Garden Of Songs)
O My Lord, let today's meeting be rewarding, let this night be a grandiose celebration!
out and inside my heart, all around the world let everyone feel blessed -
let the parched hearts be softened with love, bring sacred light to the blank eyes,
let your welcoming door be open with no fear, let your source of immortality flow without hindrance,
let spread in all corners of the sky, your beautiful fascinating decorations,
invite all your followers to this meet, allow those who turn away from you, bow at your feet,
O The Omnipotent, Your ever-lasting wealth causes all other riches lose their glory.
Categories:
nobel laureate, prayer, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
This is my translation of a song by Rabindranath Tagore - Nobel-laureate Poet from India. I have rendered the song on You Tube video.
Not only with your words, My Dearest Friend, My Darling,
I want you sometimes, to touch my soul.
My weariness of walking such a long journey..
I am thirsty after spending such a long day…
don’t find a way how to quench my yearning,
This darkness becomes fulfilled with your presence…
let me know, My Darling!
My heart wants to give…not only to receive,
My heart carries all it has saved for so long!
Please stretch your hand, and let me touch,
I will hold, I will fill…I will keep with me for ever.
The course of my lonely journey,
Will turn into a mesmerizing one!
Categories:
nobel laureate, longing, love,
Form: Free verse
I have an active imagination. I am born to build walls, to break the chains, to free the slaves, to free myself.
I am making a difference, I am changing the course of time, I am allowing people to be who they want to be, fear nothing, and live life on their own terms.
Yesterday only, I fought with a dragon, reclaimed my territory, freed the people who needed freeing, and was the hero, the villain the conqueror, the survivor.
I have an active imagination and can be anyone, can do anything, achieve anything, and pass any hurdle.
I can live as long as I want to, I can eat as much as I want, I am the scholar, the Nobel laureate, the president, the Prime Minister, I am the person in power and the person living a life in the Himalayas but most importantly I am me with all the inhibitions and I am happy.
But all this is the product of my active imagination and I cherish each part of it.
Categories:
nobel laureate, appreciation, blessing, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Free verse
The human heart has its own "brain" cells
Perhaps as many as 44 000, Nobel Laureate Amore, said -
As though he knew how I had needed to discipline
Emptiness minus family, Praying (without my golden girls) blessed
In their late twenties, not yet given to young men (Amen!)
LORD, I need them all, to feel young, hold off grandkids
Please. As we listen to our own music ("ghazals" & Marcel Khalifah)
Let me mix, match, blend, reunite. Pass the samoosas, lassi,
All the savouries advertized in far off Lenasia now. So long Fraternity -
My prayer partners in South Africa. I must be "homes" away
Categories:
nobel laureate, appreciation, bible, celebration, christian,
Form: Alliteration
Of John Henry Dunant, let's give mention.
He thought up the Geneva Convention;
The International Red Cross also,
In his Memory Of Solferino
20150601
From Wikipedia:
Jean Henri Dunant (8 May 1828 – 30 October 1910), also known as Henry Dunant, was a Swiss businessman and social activist. During a business trip in 1859, he was witness to the aftermath of the Battle of Solferino in modern-day Italy. He recorded his memories and experiences in the book A Memory of Solferino which inspired the creation of the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) in 1863. The 1864 Geneva Convention was based on Dunant's ideas. In 1901 he received the first Nobel Peace Prize together with Frédéric Passy, making Dunant the first Swiss Nobel laureate.
Categories:
nobel laureate, hero, peace,
Form: Clerihew
We like trees.
Rocks. Crows.
Trees are good.
Shade. Food. Wood.
If they leave,
we'll leave, too.
Snow. How come
some there, none here.
Sun can kill
or be fun.
God can't care
about you, one.
Jacket caught
in thought thicket.
Barberry, rose
thorn in nose.
Elect a nobel laureate
not a noble idiot.
Eat. Eat so much
your bones grow.
Kinnakinnik. Chinquapin.
Almost edible words.
Naked buds, bears,
understory shrubs.
Categories:
nobel laureate, care, food, fun, god,
Form: Verse
(This poem is dedicated to the late Nobel Laureate Chinua Achebe.
Your works will always stir our thoughts with reason and entertainment. R.I.P)
A Tree Fell
A very mighty tree fell,
its falling becoming audible
across Mama Africa;everyone
in Africa is mourning its fall
The branches that supported
the nests brooding African
identity are on the ground....
Since time cannot be reversed
to make the tree to pierce
the clouds once more,
another tree will have to stand
in its place
To find the tree, we have to water
our seedlings with knowledge
and inspiration
Our minds, the seedlings,
determine the time a future
incarnate of the fallen tree
will arise in its place;
piercing through the clouds
of ordinary imaginations, to the skies
of limitless and flawless imaginations
By: Teddy Kimathi
Date of Publication: 06/14/2014
Contest Name: Any Poem That Received Honorable Mention
Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings
Categories:
nobel laureate, africa, art, dedication, imagery,
Form: Free verse
God must have spilled stars liquid
on His brooding Gabriel Marquez Garcia…
weaving, crushing and shaping words
lacquered with magical realism. But this
is not his only primal appeal; his Latin veins
spread a scenic collage of life pierced by decades
profound…meaningless then meaningful like
a glue of patience in ‘Love in Time of Cholera’,
the alchemy of serendipity flowing
oh so slowly along eternity’s belt and hanging
angel dreams on a wax, as if his pages bleed with
quivering fingers that speak of growing old when
men stop loving and serenading the moon…and
God spills me with stars climbing inside my bones;
my sacramental eyes collapse on Garcia’s hands
tasting his need for cities to become one family,
transcending more than ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’.
................................
Your Favorite Artist Contest of Anthony Slausen
*A dedication to Nobel Laureate Gabriel M. Garcia
who passed away last April 17, 2014. He wrote
'Love In the Time of Cholera' and 'One Hundred Years of Solitude',
among others.
4/20/14
Categories:
nobel laureate, art, words,
Form: Imagism
That Indian boy, unwashed, in rags, and black,
(India is, as in Art we say Nobel Laureate; in Might they call it ‘Nuclear State’)
Walked by the Dal-lake’s breezy bank,
Playing an unknown song on flute;
Carrying balloons on a bamboo stick,
Flying high in air,
And around his shoulders a worn dirty bag—
Contained flutes.
The naughty school boys irritated him,
Punched the balloons
And searched in the bag.
Categories:
nobel laureate, political, boy,
Form: Free verse
Leymah Gbowee O’ Nobel Laureate 2011
Is a pride to her world
A gift to her country Liberia
And an eagle that is never tire soaring for peace
In the midst of storms
She trek on advocacy’s avenue
Risking her life
To ensure that peace prevail
In her country Liberia
She believes that every woman
Has the right to freedom
Has the right to live without fear
Has the right to speak out
Has the right to work
And the right to contribute to her country’s development
She opens the umbrella of education
Giving every woman the opportunity to learn
Empowering women to become self-reliance
And developing Liberian women to become great future leaders
O’ Nobel Laureate O’ Nobel Laureate
As peace and justice sings in your soul
As you give hope to the hopeless
Heaven hails you- for the women of Liberia is your priority
Categories:
nobel laureate, dedication,
Form: Prose Poetry
since as
everything is Uttered
a land to even up
the eye
you touch grope about
the walls
more and more high
(on) cracks
the third road is the hardest
nowhere somewhere
the third road is the easiest
am I
I
cursed
cursing
swear
in net
(Peter)
“that the mighty angel tugs
along with net of fishermen”*
*G. Seferis
Giorgos or George Seferis (G?????? Sef???? was the pen name of Georgios Seferiádes
(Ge?????? Sefe???d??, 13 March [O.S. 29 February] 1900 - September 20, 1971). He was one
of the most important Greek poets of the 20th century, and a Nobel laureate.
Categories:
nobel laureate, inspirational
Form: Free verse