Polyglot Poems

REAL TRUE COUPLET

Putting words on paper does not make a poet,
Writing a recipe does not make a cake.
Knowing how to comment on football does not make a coach.
Reading just one book does not make an intellectual...

Saying yes and love, oui and amour does not make a polyglot,
Knowing how to paint a picture badly does not make a painter,

Putting a band-aid on someone does not make a healer,
Heating water and cooking pasta does not make a chef,

Being half-informed does not make someone an expert,
Knowing several things and subjects does not make a wise man,

Being white does not give any privileges,
Loving women does not make a 'womanizer',

Stealing a kiss does not make a thief,
Filling out your income tax form incorrectly does not make you a crook,

Killing sleep does not make someone a scoundrel,
Taking a nap does not make you lazy either,

Knowing how to speak well does not make you a loudmouth,
Knowing how to live with art, it's not a farce...!

Polyglot Looney Toonies

   Por Que Pig and Bugs Bonet
     nisht parlez vous francais

   Aber Mikhail Maus und seine spouse
     drinkt 'L'chaim!' in ihrem haus

        Eso es todo, amigos...  



    ____________________________
    Call '1-800-say-what' now. Trans-
    lators are standing by to take your
    calls. (Not that they'll understand
    a word you're saying... Farshtey?)

My Polyglot Pen

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.

Alkas Poetry At a Bar

In the bar where I drink,
               I declare myself, I confess:
               I go from poor to rich
               in an instant,
               From rich to poor
               in the other...
              And when I drink,
              I'm French, English,
             Spanish and Italian ...
             Easily to become polyglot
            Drinking..!

Wine Poetrix

When I drink wine,
  I'm French, Italian, Spanish.
,    German...I'm polyglot...!

Polyglot Heart

My mind is kind of uncultured,
       but my heart is polyglot
       speak all languages
        that speak love...!

Smith

I am Irish,
I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic.
I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish,
chameleon tongued.

Something took me, shook me like a spade
until an un-rooted soil fell, a ground crumbled
grew tropical jungles of alien expression.

Years press, some bulldozed, some were the wrecking ball.  
Found my clay feet stomping, squishing mud, 
fostering images, a mire between a to zee
but never enough letters to fit a parlance;
my  placeless patios, my me.

America, a melting polyglot,
I’m still slanging, hanging words out to dry, new words
told contrary-wise estranged in an outlandish manner
of palaver, 
a poetry of sorts,
sounds unbound and breathing
but never replete, yet a bellyful
to live in the eyes and ears. 

Speak slowly and I will hear you with my lips.

Indecifrable Word Translation

None  word
       surely achieves
       the sense of pain and mirth...
       Dressed in  truth,
       attempt to reach the sun,
       but with wax wings
       can't even exit  the atmosphere...
       It carries a message, yes
       but no one translates it faithfully
       with precision... 
       Neither the heart
       who has been polyglot since Babel,
       can't find language that can
       express what not itself,
       the word is able...

Lady Liberty Still Stands Proud In New York Harbor

When did the arms of Lady Liberty turn inwards
Her torch extinguished; her poem long forgotten?
You have heard me say it often since begotten
That which makes America greatest is her diversity.

As a child, I learned some basics, some fundamentals—
Like from shore to shore, America is a vast melting pot,
A dynamic, living breathing linguistic polyglot
English, our native tongue, was not the first one here

When the founders set foot upon the Eastern shore
Cherokee, Shawnee, Iroquois tongues to them were new
Even today strange languages are spoken among a few
Mandarin, German, French and Spanish were planted here

Chinese and African labor, I know, were sadly exploited
German scientific knowledge was much appropriated
While French, Spanish, and Russian plots were integrated
Now, the contributions of all are gleefully rewarded.

The truth is that we all came from "foreign" countries
We diligently search for our long-hidden genealogy,
We must continue to welcome and help the refugee
Who want so much to call America their home.

No Polyglot Here

No Polyglot Here
By: Tom Wright
9-7-2019-

I’m no shade of polyglot,
It’s only English for me.
Italian, French, or German;
Now which would it be?

Learning another language,
Wouldn’t be germane.
From an “Okie,” any one,
Might be met with disdain.

Would my native tongue,
Then languish on a shelf.
While in my new language,
I just talked to myself?

Count Sheep

The Latin words sopor quies
Sound just like Hebrew spor keves !
    So to help you sleep deep,
    We now tell you "count sheep !"
That pun's for a polyglot, yes?

Yet Do I Sometimes Feel a Languishment

I must suppose I'm fine. I laugh a lot. 
My work is bearable. I have a home. 
I guess I like this town I'm in. I'll not 
annoy you with the glass that's half ... half what? 
I spend a lot of time on Google Chrome, 
meandering the streets of Naples, Rome, 
Arezzo ... why is that? I've lost the plot? 
Or am I just a closet polyglot 
who missed his calling? Afternoons are light, 
and Donizetti's lapping at my ears. 
At times like this, my hobbled soul takes flight 
and dreams of Italy. When I have fears 
that all my sweetest songs have now been sung, 
I turn to Italy. And I am young.

Let Me Translate

Let me translate
My love for you
From written.... to spoken....to touched
From syllable sensuality
To physical functionality
From verbal to nonverbal virtual reality

Or better yet
Let me translate them into YOUR language
Yes, I’m a polyglot glutton
craving your satiation
Interjection velocity 
Groan and grope physicality
Touch and tease and taste temerity 
Chaste words undulating into unchaste carnality

Let me translate
In meanings that you understand
Points of reference that you rant and pant
In my ear…say it in a chant….
Over and over...
I won't let you recant
your forbidden fantasty frolic…
Baby...I’ll grant

Let me translate
Into the language of YOU
I understand
Your savage need laced with greed….
concede....every one...
to me
This wave won't recede
till that passion is freed...
by my deliciously devilish deed...

My pleasure peaks uncontrollably
Rocked in your volatility
Word translation ecstasy
Come together finality
Verbal.......
non-verbal.....
G~R*A~T*F~I*E~D 
unity

So, just let me....
Let me translate
My love
For
You

Eileen Manassian

Immigration

IMMIGRATION.

Are migrants proud Australians?
Our nation based on immigration,
One polyglot meld of humanity,
To Australia, show fidelity.
Our nation of peaceful tolerance,
People from Earth's shifting sands,
Living here in Great Southern Land,
Deployment should not be our dance,
Nothing wrong with loyalty,
Patriotism our children's legacy,
--Great Southern Land,
All welcome to be Australians!

Know Justice, Know Piece

"Have you called Brigit yet?" A friend to bawl and 
Here she is, in times or tales of plight and fight, 
peace and flight.
One year for every finger on each hand,
one to hold and one to rend.

Will you send me to the brig? To serve is
My only, gaols please? At ease Deedee!
Have I given ten years, ten tours, twin yours?
To win, Towing a boat, about the great blue
Blew sea, Ya so? The windy, windy day.

He, she, it knows by nose, line by line.
Tortured me, then? Shall I, aye, aye capt'n!
Anything else? De rein! The rain, knows things.
Deaf, dumb, and blind, am I.

Have I bought the illusion of chi-says?
'Bolt is the fastest, I am the slowest and the lowest.
There is de rein to due, except for all my debts.
Before I knew it, I signed on the dotted line- lye on.
Mortar and lye built this house, my love is a mouse.

I am a polyglot, fully human and humane, and animal
at best, and person without rest. Call on me, pourquoi?
A lifetime of slavery have I, et de rein. Ecoute! 
Without the accent, I asked the Law'd to save my
Rave'n.

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