(mostly Senryu poems)
Why do people attempt to engage?
When I'm so obviously disengaged.
Ok, tourists, when
I'm communing with my phone
please leave me alone.
I'm shopping, waiting
for the metro, I don't like
talking to strangers.
People in Paris,
think people who stop you on
the street are scammers.
I'm not here to help,
like a theme park employee.
Take your own pictures.
Your phone is equiped
With GPS, and very
exact directions.
This is my home, I'm
on my way somewhere, like school,
I have a schedule.
I'm not Mickey Mouse
or a Blues Clues character.
Jésus, go away
Are we unfriendly?
No, we're living - would you stop
a New Yorker? No.
.
.
Songs for this:
Comme ci, comme ça by ZAZ
Run away with me,
But if fear should find you first,
Meet me in my dreams.
American cheese, if you please
Not Taiwanese or Japanese
Nothing Maltese or Vietnamese
American cheese, if you please
You say I must try Swiss Cheese
Lebanese and Nepalese
At Chanukah, ‘Monterey of Maccabees’
Farvoss?* American cheese, if you please *'What for?' (Yiddish)
But surely you’ll take a bite of Siamese
Portuguese, Pekinese or Paraguese
And how can you neglect Senegalese and Congolese
Not now. If you please, American cheese
Is our diner a narrow-minded provincial
Nisht!** ~ she’s old, a Jewish immigrant NYC election official **No! Not! (Yiddish)
Jaun Elia:
She came to my grave with her new beloved,
Who says that one cannot be burned after being buried?
Mohit Rahinj:
I did not die among the people of this world,
Someone killed me.
It was my beloved’s ploy,
A conspiracy to burn me even after burying me.
She did not let me live while I was alive,
Nor did she let me depart in peace after death.
She is burning me even after I have died,
She is not letting me find peace even after death.
She did not let me live when I was alive,
And when I was on my way to paradise, she did not let me go.
She is still burning me even after death,
Look at all the things my beloved is doing for me.
My beloved, you have already taken my life,
Now, must I surrender my words to you as well?
Father, please
Watch over me
When I sleep
At night
Because I have
A hard time falling
Asleep
Every single night
I used to go to bed
Late every night
Also, I wasn't getting enough
Sleep, my father
Also, I was waking up tired
Every single morning
I also felt like going back
To bed and sleeping in
During the morning
But father I never did that
Because I would not sleep
During the night
So I stay up during the day
Yawning also non stop
That was awful
That was happening to me
I must tell you, father
That I was also having a hard time
Staying awake during the day
I must change my bed scheduled
And go to sleep earlier every
Single night
So I can get a proper night's sleep
Every single night
I believe that will work well
For me my father
Also, I am not lying to you
My father
I am telling you also the truth
Father tomorrow will be anotherday
The day that I will welcome
Into my life
Also, I will wake up early
So that I can start my day early
In the American wilds there are kings and
queens of the timberlands,
their pups born into a fraternity of royalty.
Crystal blue eyes shudder the dawn in
thick forests and open tundra.
Native American spirits in the elements
in all seasons,
in harmony with the wolves’ songs,
gently flowing eternally in the streams.
Oh, to run, run with their brethren of the
freedoms,
hunters and their prey churning up the
snow.
In the wilderness twilight they howl in
unison,
a woodland concert of the untamed neath
the ochre copper moon,
their breath exhaled in a frosty mist.
Whatever you do, please don’t kill my
wolves,
they are the sons and daughters of
nature’s magnificence.
So many have been felled and my heart
can’t bear hearing the roaring of the
rifles anymore,
Oh God, no!
Please don’t pierce their bodies,
their souls,
please, please don’t kill my wolves!
Ogden Nash Betjeman & E C Bentley
celebrated 'rhymers' all three
Poetry both long & short
easily recited so easily taught
Oh please wake me up when September begins
Day one of September's the first day of Spring.
Here in this hemisphere on the south side
Our weather revives from a cold Winter bride.
Daffodils bloom, and new growth is seen
Lush paddocks spread out with grass oh so green.
The sun in the blue sky is a welcome sight
Our day is now warmer and so is our night.
Spring brings such renewal to brighten our moods
More time is spent outside as Winter concludes.
The earth on the north side brings September's fall
Where days become colder with Summers recall.
A change to the season with carpets of leaves
That fall to the ground when stripped from the trees.
Then Winter takes over with cold and the rain
While here in the south I'll have Summer again.
And so to you now, these words I do send
September for me brings a start not an end.
Dear God & creator,
Please be with my family and friends at this time of tribulations and trials
Please don’t leave me in the dust of my past decisions and answer my calls
Please will you make me happier than feeling sad and depressed all my life?
Please help me love one another with happiness without strife?
Please don’t let me get me going out of control
Please won’t you help me and save my lonely soul?
Please can’t you hear me and heal me entirely?
Please ease my mind and see me freed for an eternity
Please love me as I need to learn to love myself
Please help me love others as well as be a guide to self
Please have mercy on my lows and highs of my lifetime
Please give me grace and forgiveness for the times I doubted you this time
Please direct my pathway of peace
Please don’t judge me unfairly according to my sins
Please persevere with me till the end of time before the devil wins
Please, oh please, save me from anxiety and give me joy
Please make me a happy-go-lucky boy
Thank you and your Kingdom come,
Amen
It gifts you whatever it gifts you
And it dooms you whenever it dooms you
It hugs whenever it hugs you
And stabs your back whenever it wills to
What is it?
Is it you
Who sits beside me when l am sitting on my bed alone
Are you the slight breeze l feel
When the source is unbeknown
Are you the movement so close beside me
When l turn and l am on my own
Is it you…
Human nature
No dont touch me
You hit me first
So tell me why
Why, why, why/ Dont touch me
Just sit
Another strike
And another
One last one
Bow, boom, kabow
Now its over
And no one knows
Why.
Creation
A baby is born
And no one knows why
Well through it in the garbage can
Like Tupac said
*
"Tell mama don't cry"
What a life
What a life it lived,
And no one knows
why
Except you.
Hot, bright sun
No clouds
Sweat drops
on my face.
When will it
be fall?
Please give me a chance
To explain what’s on my mind
About my career which I dream.
Please your one glance
Is enough to make me blind
To see myself and scream.
Give me a chance
To explain just listen
What happened there
Don't overthink anything
Try to understand me, please!
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