De nuevo mi mano va hacia mi pecho, no por querer, sino porque me escribiste, y se me acelera el corazón. Si, como la primera vez, fue raro sentir de nuevo. Hacía tiempo que no te presentabas así, pero mi corazón se acelera. Solo vivía pensando en ti. Lo que me enviaste fue extraño, por lo menos para mí. Eran videos de un artista que sabes que nos gusta, con letras de sus canciones que al final me conmovieron. Pero al final pensé: "todos iguales", por eso mi decisión no cambiará. Y aunque me muera por el hecho de tus labios besar, mejor me pongo a pensar en mí. Ojalá dejes de molestar, aunque en lo profundo de mí no quiero eso. Quiero que vengas y me convenzas con mil besos, pero como es imposible que pase, será mejor olvidarte. Pero no puedo dejar de pensar en el sentimiento de la melancolía, que hace que mi cuerpo se inunde y mis ojos se llenen. Mi corazón suena como tambor, y mi mente solo quiere pensar en amar. Pero al final, todo es fantasía. Tú te vas y yo me quedaré con el sentimiento de la melancolía y el ruido de las olas del mar.
Categories:
tambor, dedication, depression, destiny, goodbye,
Form: Dramatic Verse
What qualities make a ‘successful man’,
Is it the tambor of his voice,
Some lofty goals, a lifelong plan,
A steering hand, his knowing choice.
Can compassion play a part
Or is that interpreted as meekness;
Is it wrong to show a heart
Without labeling it as weakness?
Does strength need to be paraded
A steely front for all to see,
Is authority degraded
When others sometime don't agree?
An old proverb said as much:
"A wise man is one who listens"
Few have had the Midas touch
And those that did have breached divisions.
Three traits renown - the deadly cluster,
The very ones to spell out doom,
Bravado, Braggadocio and sheer Bluster,
For all they bring is downright gloom.
So where's the rulebook, that golden fleece
To show the way and light the path,
That font of knowledge and inner peace,
Assured success without the wrath?
Where it exists is inner strength,
A willingness to learn whilst teaching too,
Consistency and grace to any length,
Embracing all of us, not simply you.
Categories:
tambor, appreciation, bullying, husband, men,
Form: Quatrain
Seu dia
Hoje é seu dia
de fazer mágicas
de agir;
de pintar a vida em cores fortes;
com o coração de tambor;
criar hoje
e celebrar a vida.
Ação,
agir
e fazer mais,
são sinônimos de mágica.
fazem acontecer
o inexplicável.
Categories:
tambor, business,
Form: Free verse
SONIDOS DE LOS TAMBORES DEL RÍO
COMO EL SONIDO DEL BEAT VA, TUM, TUM, TUM
A medida que el sonido del tambor late boom, boom y boom
Corriente de las aguas del río fluyendo;
Bajando los valles gritando.
Fluyendo donde puede tragar;
Las aves descienden, picoteando los cuerpos de peces que emergen ahora flotando;
Las olas gritaban los nombres de los que se alejaban, se escapaban;
Olas de las aguas aguas poco profundas turbulencia aguas agitadas;
Evita que la premisa diga
Corriendo por la corriente corriendo contra los troncos contra las orillas del río
En voz baja oímos los tambores de las olas que golpean en sus orillas;
En silencio oímos los tambores tum, tum, tum, boom, boom boom;
Tum,
Tum,
Tum,
El sonido de los tambores de río;
Hacer peaje
Los sonidos de los tambores de río, llamada;
Están llamando nuestros nombres;
El sonido de los tambores de río;
Beat tum, tum, tum;
Los sonidos de los tambores de río;
The sounds of the river drums;
1/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
tambor, analogy, appreciation, image, nature,
Form: Free verse
full title: Louisiana Saturday Night Special: If You Want To Play In Texas Then Come Here Devil Fiddling Sticks By The Bank Of The Crik
Sweet Sat-Owl-Day Night
1015 EST (1115 Central) Chicago
Drip, drip from the tap ahh' my
Feet, Hands, Head, Knees, Fists
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor
I used to f&g it up like a Titan
Back in the hills of the highlands
Yo, we're two hard mother thumpers
Yo, we're two hard mother thumpers
Back in the hills of the highlands
I used to f&g it up like a Titan
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor
Feet, Hands, Head, Knees, Fists
Drip, drip from the tap ahh' my
1015 EST (1115 Central) Chicago
Sweet Sat-Owl-Day Night
{in the style of a 16-liner]
translated: Sweet, I sat all day night; 1015 EST (1115 Central Standard Time); Drip drip drip from the tap; ahhhhhhhhhh! my feet hands heads knees fist
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor drums bongos like joe and the king manu chao
I used to fun it up like a Titan back in the highland hills of old san anto's alamo
Yay-yo mother if you want to we can sang danzig and mother sound the pearl
Categories:
tambor, song,
Form: Free verse
camino el silencia
una caida en el techo
redoble de tambor
estoy libre ahora
como un pajaro
la amo
estoy dando la bien venida
ellas es amable
el baile de tierra seca
su toque de amor
lagrimas de alegra
soy libre como
una mariposa
flotando ahora
abora la boca
a su generosidad
ella me cubre
sus besos humedos
ocultar mis lagrimas
en su regazo
ando en la calle
de la felicidad
orquesta de su viento suave
Categories:
tambor, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
Slave Girl
by Victor Ehikioya
I have left the gong,
The drum...
And those sticks that strike
The dead log,
To my mates, who yet, tarry
At the square with amulets
Flung around their necks.
My soles ache from trekking,
And my waist, too weak to
Jerk,
To the erroneous sounds of
Tumid timber.
Mama sees not these things
For I too foretell the seer's
Prank.
The letters on the gate,
Scare my thought.
It seeks refuge from
Swollen speeches
Bamboos and knives--
Belligerent folks.
I am the lad with a
Tattooed tooth,
Woven on the left breast.
The child with a soneri
Made to nimble on bare feet
As the tambor swells with
Rage;
To somersault and swirl,
Like the Eagle, with
Unintended misfortunes.
But now, I see their faces,
Gaunt!
Blurred with hate,
A smug with no smile.
They sit and scorn
Mimicking my rhythm,
And the runes from my
Charcoal-gray Mother.
The tin gods bear my step
Witness,
And my sniveling, the fools
That clamp my feet to Metals.
I am the gray child,
The voice beneath the sea
The monster in the man.
These things they fear,
For now the mountain,
Has fallen in the lake.
Categories:
tambor, africa, childhood, desire, pride,
Form: Free verse
Ambushed by gunmen on a highway in Ocotlán.
Threatened outside a mine site in San José del Golfo.
Shot dead by motorcycle gunmen while driving in Camotán.
Forced from their camp by mine trade unionists in La Sierrita.
Fired at while traveling to meet with fishermen of the Arauca River.
Thousands forcibly displaced by armed conflict in Cauca Department.
Arrested and held incommunicado on leaving his office at the University of Al Zaiem.
In serious but stable condition following a shooting after protesting the El Tambor mine.
Samples from letters
written to 'responsible authorities'
in places I’ve never been
in support of people
much like you and me
with hopes, tribulations
and kids with laughing faces;
perhaps with land.
Who for reasons various
are on the sharp edge
of the process
which provides us
with bright shirts, cheap coffee
and funny vignettes on my N+1g tab .
Occasionally my letters
are followed by good news,
or at least an acknowledgement.
The least I can do;
it's never enough,
yet I hope it keeps
a candle burning.
Written after 20+ years writing letters for Amnesty International's Urgent Action Network
Categories:
tambor, angst, truth,
Form: Free verse
Pushing the grocery cart (con un análisis pausado de los que le rodean)
and looking for the area (un lugar pensado en el calor del momento)
of the store where he can (una bolsa de ensalada que no tiene cara para reconocer)
get the bags of salad that (“Very Veggie” por Dole es su favorito)
he routinely purchases (una rutina que le aburre en algo de la locura)
every week, the man (cada paso está más cerca de a la muerte y lejos de la vida)
finds himself in this (tocando el tambor de la mediocridad)
same isle, doing the (buscando para arándanos agrios y picatostes)
same thing & yet on (una eternidad bostezo)
this day a strange (hoy algo diferente?)
woman comes walking (sus labios, sus ojos, tan bellos)
towards him---she (y, sin embargo, y sin embargo, él que quiere saber su)
smiles as if to say hello (tratando de forzar a sonreír)
to a long lost friend, (para que ella se sienta cómoda, para invitarla a su ojos)
however, he doesn’t (él no se puede!)
recognize a thing about (tener al no haber una memoria o una pista de cualquier tipo)
her & it shows on his face. (él cuelga la cabeza con tristeza, y camina por más allá de su)
Categories:
tambor, life, sin,
Form: Free verse
Dumpfer Trommelschlag
Der Balzruf des Auerhahns
Vom dichten Wald her
The muffled drumbeat
Mating call of the capercailzie
Across the thick woods
Golpe del tambor sordo
El celo del urogallo
Través del bosque denso
Categories:
tambor, animals
Form: Haiku