Short Ras Poems
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Let's all blow a raspberry at Ras Putin,
He was a cad, no disputing.
This man was mean and obscene,
He was the lover of the Russian Queen
Then assassinated by a triple shooting.
At the gates of heaven, Ras-Putin went
But he was told paradise couldn't ascent
For with the angels he couldn't go along
Thus people like him to hell they belong!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 March 2022
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Defend Ukraine!
Defend Peace!
Defend the world!
S-a iyong kaarawan,
H-atinggabi ay lumipas;
I-katatlumpu ng Hulyo,
E-ksaktong ikatlo ang oras.
L-umiwanag ang langit,
U-maga ay sumilang;
M-aulang panahon
A-y di naging hadlang.
N-akangiti ang bawat isa,
O-ras na upang ikaw'y awitan;
G-aling sa puso ang pagbati sa iyong kaarawan.
Meri payari chilam
Dekh dhek hari nas badey jo payas meri choom kar hoyt laal dehk punyatama bahang ka ras tambakoo ki kushbu ragad ka atama yaad aaie meri chilam joad kar ganja agani ki tej aanch khicu kuch kash du mukti jo bole bole naath muje.......
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
There was once a president named Putin
Who with time became the world's Rasputin
Against Ukraine declared war
For which, the West him abhor
But soon his life took a deadly backspin!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 March 2022
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Let us defend freedom, democracy, and Ukraine!
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W-alang katulad ang kahalalan,
I-katatlumpu ng Hulyo;
L-ahat ng bagay ay masisira,
M-asusunog at magiging
A-bo.
A-ng kahalalan ay kayamanan,
B-uhay sa langit ang katumbas;
A-nomang bagay sa lupa,
G-anap na magwawakas.
O-ras na upang maghanda sa araw ng kaligtasan;
N-atupad na ang mga tanda, ingatan ang kahalalan.
D-iyos ang sasambahin,
O-ras at araw ay maliwanag;
R-umagasa man ang tubig,
E-ksakto pa rin ang pagtawag.
L-aging Diyos ang sasambahin, kagipitan man ay maranasan;
L-umala man ang tiisin, pagpupuri'y di pababayaan.
L-umaganap man ang kahirapan,
A-ng tiwala'y di kukupas;
U-sigin man ng kaaway,
R-egalo ng Diyos ang iyong lakas.
I-ka-dalawampu't walo ng Hulyo, payapa ang iyong damdamin;
O-nsana sa Dakilang Ama, Diyos ang sasambahin.
How to prune the heart?
Echoing the rhythm of "Maqomat Ras".
I trembled with childlike syntax.
Monarchs and nobility operated under rules.
Faith versus the truth.
I put all my mental energy into this.
I waddled towards the front door.
I beg, proclaim for nothing, and debris splits.
Where is the sparkling heart?
Rest of high-end dogmatic pegs.
Thrones, lives, Crusaders, and Moors.
I anchored at the heart gate.
A trans-theologia of the urban cosmos.
How to prune the heart?