I'm thinking there's many
a drinking toast
'Cheers!' 'Cin cin!' '¡Salud!'
'Sláinte!' 'Prost!'
'Here's looking at you!'
or 'Mud in your eye!'
'To health wealth and happiness!'
in Japan it's 'Kanpai'
Hebrew 'L'chaim!' Chinese 'Ganbei!'
Russia 'Na Zdorovie!' Scandinavia 'Skål!'
and 'E ola!' in Hawaii
but was it a member
of the gay persuasion
who first let slip
before a sip slurp or sup
twixt cup and lip
the suggestion 'Bottoms up!'
Twra einai vrady
Ageras fysa
Mia skepsh perna
Ena xadi
Psyxh mou, pou pas,
mes' sto skotadi?
Ejw einai vrady
Mh martyras
Ston khpo eimai
Mesa sta roda
Freska ein' ola
Edw eimai
Se perimenw
Eipes pws tha 'rtheis
San erthei o Marths
Epimenw
Ma pan' ta xronia
Nekros o khpos
Aiwnios ypnos
Mes' sta xionia
Tunes in meter five
are sung jazz, not jive.
Dave, in fifty-nine
made this rhythm shine;
with drums, bass, and sax
laid this winning wax
he, on piano
na nana, nana.
Funky Latin beat
having such conceit.
writ by Desmond, Paul;
played by one and all.
Lyrics by Lola;
ola payola!
It’s alright, take five,
I’m alive take five.
Now a classic tune
flies you to the moon;
tune in meter five
truly did survive.
Love's proximity surprised me,
In my own state, a gem I'd see.
Christy Ola, humble and kind,
Unique nature, beauty one of a kind.
Her heart beats not for wealth's gold,
But inner beauty, talents to behold.
She'd sacrifice time, talent, and might,
A love that's patient, loyal, shining bright.
As she approached, I asked with glee,
"Do you love me?" Her smile said yes to me.
Love's seed planted, nurturing with care,
Yielding fruits of joy, beyond compare.
Through pain and want, in luxury's sway,
You stand by me, come what may.
My love, Christy Ola, I adore,
Appreciating you, forevermore.
Ice, ice, baby
You pour me over maybe
A straw to pierce the depths
Inhale the deepest breaths
A fancy glass all fluted
In milky joy I'm rooted
A scoop of whizzed banana
Tastes of pure Americana
The decor is all flashy
Just white and red, not trashy
All dressed up in your nifties
Time travel to the fifties
For teens on scooters suited
All sweetness undiluted
A jukebox in the corner
Soothes away all worldy trauma
Drop a dime to stick a tune on
Whirrs and clicks to drop the best song
Grab yourself a Coca-Cola
Dance in lights from the Rock-Ola
Gals all twirls and frilly knickers
Dudes in shiny winkle pickers
There's an innocence and beauty
As they jive to Tutti Frutti
How we'd love to travel back there
Leaving every burden and care
Just an evening sure to thrill ya
Taste of ice-cold pure vanilla
Golden Lady
When I was little my mother used to tell me...
Life is not a novel
I chose life as a theater
When I was little my father always told me...
Take it easy
I ran headlong into life
Free like a river...
The present of the moment
Or the moment of the present...
When I was baby my mummy used to sing to me...
Ayo néné...
Touti Néné...
And I sang it when I became mother myself
When I was a baby my daddy used to sing to me...
You are the sunshine of my life...
And I forgot it
The gift of the present
Or the moment of the past...
When I came to New York...
People called me Golden Lady
And looking for Golden Lady...
I found a Stevie Wonder song
When I was little I called my Grandpa'Thanks...
And in my little voice I'd tell him
I just call to say I love youuu...
And I'd hang up
For a moment in the present
Forgotten in the future...
Thanks New York
That brings back wonderful memories of childhood
Oops ! I forget my Grandma'Ola
Ola
Olala
Aby, 18 mai 2022
When Rico said, Thirty days will go by
and I’ll be forgotten after I die
I knew what I had to do
I’ll make a book for you
At least the cover will catch your eye
I decided to do this in case he croaks
It's a chapbook with his incredible jokes
Double-entendres filled with sex
At Kinko's-AKA-Fed-Ex
Obsessed with Vladimir's power, a hoax
Thousands of words it cost me some chen
Kinko’s gets it—they always have been
Lucky for Rico Leffanta
I have chosen the right fonta
At my source where they make things happen
Mana'o wau e ola mau 'oe
translation: I hope you live forever!
REST IN PEACE BROTHER
I can't even write ??
I can't cry either
Even the tears are scared
From talk to u a week ago
Now to Rest In Peace
You won't call me my pet me again
He "is my friend"
Turned "he was my friend"
Death has stung in our backyard
Spilling it's deadly venom on one of ours
You submitted your breath
You fought a lot
We all hoped you'll win
We even thought you won
We will bid you goodnight
When we know there won't be another daybreak
We will tell you to sleep on
When we know you won't wake again
Rest In peace Ola,
With the true peace your soul deserve
I heard you whisper last night
Didn't sound like it was you
Had I known I could have sown a seed for you
If we had to share
Maybe we could ration it
Promising plant ??
We thought you'd grow to feed the nation
The autumn ripped off your leaves and sniffed out your life
Let the hell Gate be shut
Find peace on the bosom of the Lord
Till we meet at the other end
Rest on brother
??????
CONCEPTUAL FM ?
Loneliness is a neccessary stimulant
for the right mind
at the right time.
Ola 2021
En mar sin olas,
sin peces,
sin mareas,
la vida no tiene riesgo,
pero no tiene aventura...
No és por lo tanto vida...
En caminos
sin ventura,
sin alegria,
sin sueños... puede que no tenga
dolor ni amargura,
pero continua no siendo vida...
Sin todo lo que hace vida,
sin nada que vibra, la vida
és una ola chica, pero
no és la jornada,
no és verdadera
vida... !
En mar sin olas,
sin peces,
sin mareas,
la vida no tiene riesgo,
pero no tiene aventura...
No és por lo tanto vida...
En caminos
sin ventura,
sin alegria,
sin sueños... puede que no tenga
dolor ni amargura,
pero continua no siendo vida...
Sin todo lo que hace vida,
sin nada que vibra, la vida
és una ola chica, pero
no és la jornada,
no és verdadera
vida... !
WAVES OF LIFE
In sea without waves,
without fish,
without tides,
life has no risk,
but he has no adventure ...
It is therefore not life ...
On roads
without luck,
mirthless,
dreamless ... may not have
pain or bitterness,
but it is still not life ...
Without everything that makes life
with nothing that vibrates, life
it's a small wave , but
it is not the journey,
it's not true
lifetime... !
To all of my friends on Poetry Soup,
you really are a dynamic poet troupe.
Though I’m not here every single day,
rest assured I’ll not stay away.
You’ve made me laugh and sometimes cry,
when your engaging works I do espy.
I sit here now with tea in cup,
occasionally I’ll take a sup.
Prodigious poems that I have faved,
command the entire center stage.
I revisit them whenever I’m down,
for them everyone deserves gold crowns.
Within this crisis there’s time to reflect
and take opportunity to reconnect.
So Guten Tag, Ola, Konnichiwa Shikamoo,
G’day, Namaste, Shalom, Asalaam, to you.
Ciao, Yassas, Bonjour, Hola, Goddag,
Nin hao, Ahlan, Privet, Goedendag,
Witaj, Halo, Helo, Selam, Hei, too;
stay well, I do appreciate you.
Yesterday,
Wole-ola wailed home from the farm,
hot on the heel of his father's maimedness.
"The herders chopped his limbs while shooing off their herds from feeding off our field."
He exclaimed with anguish splattered all over him.
I squinted long at him and muttered:
"not my business, so far I'm not touched.
This morning
the news had spread like wildfire:
Nna Uche was tied to a tree
and right there his only daughter, Ogechi, was dragged down and ferociously defiled
by some lanky men until life deserted her.
I shrugged my shoulders and muttered:
"not my business, so far I'm not touched"
In the noon time,
they came again like bandits for Mama Aisha
and made away with her three children, demanding huge ransom.
She wept and writhed in the yard.
I stared long at her and muttered:
"not my business, so far I'm not touched."
Later in the evening,
I went about my usual ramble.
Only to be hemmed in on by these same lanky demons.
I looked long at them and said to myself:
"it might be my business now..."
Hello
Shalom
Yasu
Ola
Ni hao
Bonjour
to all of you out there
We are unstable compounds seeking peace
Urban life makes it difficult to find it
But in the heart of Manhattan
There are ways to escape
There are some fine parks in the ciy
where one can revel in nature
Tai Chi lessons, synagogues, churches
Buddhist temples
are all there for us inthe metropolis
We all long for peace
Hold on to your hopes and dreams
They are the keys to the city
Though few remember that nowadays
AFRICA'S SOOTHING BEARING
The manifest of my anger
Is like a spontaneous outburst
An insidious unravel of accumulated grief
Patience tempted
A marvel to my chagrin
An itinerant tenant to my body
A shadow of myself long nurtured
Now hatched
But your love is a panacea
Your face an insignia of solemn peace
that quenches the fiery beast of my fury
Your coiffure is a cynosure of your belonging
Your skin, oh what finesse
Such blackness, a bold imprint of radiant Africa
Oh, dear Ola
What nostalgia you bring me
With the stinging offer of your natural presence
The majesty of your gentle lithe
The fullness of your fleshy lips
An aura drenched in jungle's cologne
Those days the hunt was great
And dinner promising
Intercede dear messianic fellow
As an atonement for our docility
For seeing you does steady my angry nerves
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