Short Translator Poems
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I know a translator named Randy,
whose skill with dialects is dandy.
But I have the advantage
of knowing sign language,
and it really is quite handy.
Malda for Milda
("Malda" means "pray" in Lithuanian, according to Google translator;
Milda is a character in "Words on Fire" by Jennifer A. Nielsen)
She wanted to be an astronomer
but there was too much math involved,
math was like a foreign language
and she without a translator-
listen to me younger self,
if you can’t study the stars
write them down in poetry!
i drink
of you and
spill you upon
mi blanco barba
lo siento
that's what
the translator
said to say but
my mind
my hands
my closed eyes
see how i feel
i'm
shallow
i'm
i don't know
a shore collecting seashells
Form:
Shedding all concepts
Magnetism we detect
Throbbing within
As bliss ignition
Along the central funnel
As Gods divine miracle
At play
As we sway
To the rhythm
Within the body prism
Becoming the answer
We need no translator
05-September-2020
Love is the language we speak
So we need no translator
Our emotes are spontaneous
Bliss our consciousness lubricator
Reworded, each touch is vibrant
Although rooted in emptiness
Mindful awareness divine entwined
Is at all times, one with oneness
They burned his books and his bones,
Throwing them deep in the river,Swift;
His bones,though food for fish
We have his testamentary gift-
A bible,to read in our native English.
Tribute to John Wycliffe (1320-84) the first translator of the Bible into English
i know
it's her
translator
sometimes
referring her
self as she
but she is
an out of
worldly
being
she is
as her is
to me but
possessivly
suggesting my
but not meaning
mine even when
using "my Musa"
for she willingly
gives me poetry
that is
hers
Form:
Inky black void, just God and me
Reverberation Ohm
Blissful soul’s eyes of wisdom see
Boundless peace, in our home
Love flame does not flicker
Becoming the answer
I need no translator
By God am buoyed
Inky black void
24-August-2021
Quietus
Rain drop,
Only one now.
A wish which
The Easter Rabbit
Cannot undo.
The wick stale
and smokey.
and I alone
found your
house.
I was once a priest.
A prophet,
Trying to convert you.
We didn't need a
Translator.
The again, if
I find you I will
hold you underneath
the river.
Until you drown.
The stories flowed but were not heard.
The language strange from foreign word.
You keep working through day and night.
You spread that which is out of sight.
Chapters released for hungry minds.
Chapters' tales this reader finds.
Translated and rewrote each word,
so story's meaning is transferred.
(ohne jegliche vorbereitung)
für jede träne
müsste es irgendwo dort
ein lächeln geben
für jeden ruf
eine antwort
am ende jeden traumes
eine erfüllung
mit offenen armen zu warten
bereit die realität
zu umarmen
für jedes ich
soll dort irgendwo
ein du existieren
nur meins
Translator: Renate Müller 03.06.2013
There is no bond or pledge in half of the story.
Yet the other half is real contact, although at a vicinity.
Everything that is said in the scenario is real and trusty.
The translator is the ebb and flow of the tendency.
I was perplexed and decided not to go rusty
Insomnia under the influence of night harpy.
she said is your she
me because i said
words maybe fibs
or what was whispered
in my mind's ear that she
had spoken to me and
said worship me in words
no longer in the modern
world of technology for she
emailed me and could have
texted but i am the translator
the taker of interpretation
of what she gives me
so i simply read
between the
lines
Form:
The temple was refined.
High.
With colonnades, folded
in ivy
and in myrtle.
With wide gardens
(for healing).
It burns.
For centuries, the shadows
sealed.
But you!
Where are you going
when there’s no tomorrow?
The temple – is always
immovable.
Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
© bogpan - all rights reserved.
mi Musa uses
a translator to
express her
words to
me
typing what she
wants to say
rapido makes
for the words
of inspiration
as i write this
she has boarded
an airplane to take
her cake and eat it too
birthday vacation
so she wrote and
who more poetic than
a true Musa would breathe
inspiring me with her words
"I'm already mounted on the yummy"
Form:
Our dimension
is one of constant change
realization almost immediately
gone, at the point of capture
all we know is in retrospect --
floating on a buoyancy of grace,
faith, a divine contract --
written in seasons
the journeys of stars
feelings the truth we call life:
weeps and joys of nature~
God, the knowable and unknowable,
translator and ever greater mystery….
And swallow are of love
the silky horizons
hit by a wing
of pink flamingo.
And the weeds are with deep
roots,
drawn water
of secret wells.
Careless was the wind,
carried off in hollows
tenderly
all kind of visions of
color.
Now the time is of the sand,
crossed the life-giving river.
And blows only wind from
Sahara.
*Translator bulgarian-english: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
What have I wrought
When I bought
That universal translator?
Now alien races contact me
I'm scared of what might
come later...
Abduction for me?
I'm afraid to see
Any more than I do now...
So back to Radio Shack,
The translator I'll repack,
And ask for my money back
I got more than I bargained for
When their code I did crack,
Cause now I know,
It just goes to show...
I know they'll soon attack!
Wherefrom flows our breath but from the Creator
and likewise inspirations we seem to think?
Clear truth's known if love is the mediator,
when head and heart with God's vibrations so link,
attaining wisdom that needs no translator,
in rippleless awareness that does not blink.
When fears and desires disappear, God draws near.
Who seeks enlightenment, when there's no one here?
18-October-2022
the rain is getting
shorter
an hour more
a second
breath
and someone somewhere
is speaking
like a fire
speaking
exactly
lightly
clearly
similar to a vale
in which you get down
and yet you are high
or a soil
which you do not decay into
when the rain stops
may I manage
something to put down
before scattering
with the fireflies
Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
© bogpan - all rights reserved.
Love, an atom,
destroys our life.
Love, a poison,
carries our death.
Love, a storm,
uproots our peace.
Yet I am ready
to die for love.
What a tragedy,
I die for love!
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Spanish Version
Amor
Amor, un atomo,
Destruye nuestra vida.
Amor, un veneno,
nos conduce a la muerte.
Amor, una tormenta,
Desarraiga nuestra paz.
Sin embargo estoy listo
para morir por amor.
Que tragedia,
Morir por amor
Translator: Alma Lorena Lopez Velazquez
888.
10 Meron si Jose Radin 8:
Expertise as a Historian
Si Jose Radin ay may "Expertise as a Historian"
Sa loob at labas ng paaralan
History Quiz Bee Champion
History QB Coach ng mga ganon
Historical Poetry Champion sa Tertiary
History Major sa UP
Historical Fantasy Novel Author
Historical Treatise Translator
Historical Narrative Interpreter
Salamat sa Dios ako'y naging History Teacher.
-10/08/2025
(Dumarao)
*10 Meron si Jose Radin
“Questions cease when we become the answer
Requiring thereafter no translator”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Form unendingly with rapture throbbing
Magnetised by bliss in vibrant fullness
Radiates joy in a flow unending
Form unendingly with rapture throbbing
All nodes in unison celebrating
Radiant emptiness one with oneness
Form unendingly with rapture throbbing
Magnetised by bliss in vibrant fullness
09-December-2020
(syllabic Triolet)
We’re graced not by vision of God
so when the truth’s known, we are awed,
since it’s revealed, He alone is
the all that is, as a bliss fizz,
a self-existent living light,
that as soul, shines within us bright.
Just like objects within a dream
are merely thought forms we do stream,
once bubble of delusion bursts,
we become that, for which heart thirsts.
Questions cease; we are the answer,
requiring then, no translator.
12-September-2022