My pen writes in English
My pen writes in French
Mon stylo écrit en français
My pen writes in Spanish
Mi pluma escribe en español
My pen writes in Italian
La mia penna scrive in italiano
My pen writes in Portuguese
Minha caneta escreve em portugues
My pen writes in Creole
Plim mwen ekri an kreyòl
My pen writes in Latin
Calamum meum latine scribit
Believe me, friends, if you write in these
Romance languages, you’ll be
Happy to enjoy writing. I love these
Languages. I entertain the idea
Of knowing at least one word
Of the other languages of the world
I love words of all languages
Throughout the ages
Leave a few funny comments
I know what you’re going to say, my friends
It’s always a pleasure hearing from you
I love you will all my heart, I love you
Eske nou tout konprann?
Do you all understand?
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
pluma, class, freedom, inspiration, literature,
Form: Free verse
Ikaw ang nagsimula, kailan ma'y 'di na mamawala
Dahil sayo' y binuo mo ang mundo
Ang ngayon ang bukas, ang pagkadakila
Mula sa isip, hangang sa entablado
Lunan ka maging sa saya at dalita
Pati na sa larawan milyong diwa ang tinuro
Ganyan ka kamakapangyarikan-Wika
Salamin ng kasaysayan, landas ng bukas
Dugong pagkakakilanlan, ang nilikha
Ginto sa lupa, sa tubig ay hiyas
Iyong Pinagyaman silang mga dukha
'Di dahil sa bilang kundi ika' y likas
Pinag-ugnay ang araw at buwan gamit ang pluma
Ganyan ka kamakapangyarikan-Wika.
Categories:
pluma, culture, language, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Pluma,
A tip so delicate, so smooth, so sweet
caressing blank pages of my need
indelible,
creating tattoos of trust
thrust
where blood flows
you save me
with feathers of flight/delight
as I surrender over to you
my soul
unedited
predestined
written
our book of love
promises yet to be made
on pages clean it's told
"she came in like the wind
no need to aspire
the darkness had followed
but I only saw fire
her crimson had bled
from the seas aching call
not known where or to whom
these tomorrow's would fall
storm after storm
the battles did brew
but I only saw light
in all she would do
my achors they dropped
I now swim in your trust
basked in a thought
promised as much
echos resound
this much heeded note
passion set sail
on these waters we float"
and hence we fly
into arms and into hearts
worlds apart
so far but ever so near
Categories:
pluma, love,
Form: Romanticism
No fue mi plan, cuando tomé la pluma
para dedicar la obra que te ofrezco.
[...]
En esta variedad de pareceres,
Y o me encontraba como en un estrecho,
Y pensé: Pues están tan divididos,
Lo imprimiré, y asunto ya resuelto.
Não havia nada elitista ou sofisticado sobre Bunyan, mas havia algo excepcionalmente profundo.
Bunyan mostrou as eternas verdades eternas da Sagrada Escritura - a
milagre da graça redentora e a batalha que todo peregrino deve empreender
antes que ele chegue na Cidade Celestial.
E ele fez isso de uma forma que até mesmo a criança mais simples poderia entender.
Desde a idade de nove anos, meu apreço e minha paixão por as obras de Bunyan, especialmente Pilgrim's Progress cresceram.
Muitas das ilustrações me guiaram minha própria peregrinação. Mas, infelizmente, o que foi um benefício tão grande para mim é apreciado por apenas alguns parentes hoje.
Quem sabe aumentamos com a divulgação do livro.
http://bit.ly/2019_EL_progreso_del_Peregrino_Ilustrado_Espanhol
Categories:
pluma, allegory, religious,
Form: Free verse
Umaga, nakikita kang naglalakad,
Ang kanan mong kamay ay may tangan pang bag.
Ang kaliwang kamay mo'y libro ang hawak
Ngunit sa daan kilalaka ng lahat.
Ika'y guro; Sagisag ng kasipagan!
Ang tangan mo lagi, kung 'di nila alam,
Ay ang susi mong kung tawagi'y lesson plan.
Sa aga ng pasok mo, Ika'y huwaran!
Tanghali, akala nila ika'y hibang;
Hapo at gutom na ngunit nangangaral.
Ang totoo, nagreremedial class ka Ma'am!
Sino ka ba? Ika'y dakila't marangal!
Hapon, ika'y 'di man pansin ng lipunan,
Subalit kapiling mo'y mga upuan;
Habang ang pluma mo'y pinagsasalitang
"Bukas, bata ito ang matututunan!".
Categories:
pluma, education, teacher,
Form: Ballad
La tinta de mi pluma se agotado
La inspiracion de mi se a escapado
No se si podre otro poema escribir
Naufragando en el dolor de mi existir
Ni escribiendo usando mi propia sangre
Cambiaria todas mis nubladas tardes
Como un juvenil me enamore de ella
Un bohemio poetico y ella mi doncella
Sin imaginarme que todo terminaria
ya ni siquiera quieres ser mi amiga
Pues una promesa le hiciste a el
Aquel quien en las noches toca tu piel
El mismo a quien no amas
Pues no sabe tratarte como una dama
cuando estas con el sufres por dentro
sin ti a mi lado nada se siente completo
Solo me queda decirte adios amor
Sinceramente te deseo lo mejor.
Categories:
pluma, lost love, me,
Form: Rhyme