The Zio Mantras
We are innocent
ze committed no crimes
Some one else did worse than us
there is more death over there
look there, YES over there, not at us
rape, slaughter murder and starvation
are ok if we put on our uniforms
ze lie then lie more then sugar-coat it with lies
stolen truths and stolen lands
Our holy book commands us so
ze hold up victim cards
look look what you did to us
called us to account
Jews everywhere, immensely disgusted
their name and religion hijacked by Zio Terrorists
Remember one thing
every accusation they make, Israeli a confession
COME CLOSER TO ME
Trelos ya sena
COME CLOSER, LOVE YOU TRUE,
Ella Konda mou na sou po,
MAY I HUG YOU,
Na s’angalyaso an boro,
I DANCED WITH YOU LAST NIGHT,
Ma ze sou horepsa egthes,
FOR ME YOU SEEMED SO RIGHT,
Agapi mou apo pou erthes?
COME CLOSER FOR IT IS MY AIM,
Ella Konda, na sou po,
TO TELL MY SECRET, THIS NO GAME,
To mistiko mou ella tho,
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Thellou na zesume mazi.
ENJOY OUR YOUTH AND IN IT BASK.
Me tin igia mas ke krasi
WE WILL LOVE, KISS AND SIP FROM WINE,
Sta hili sou ena fili, se agapo toso poli,
AND WHILST WE DINE,
Ke an to potiri me krasi
IF A GLASS MAY FALL, BREAK AND SPILL,
Pote hethee,
LET IT BE ON ME, IF IT WILL.
Na eme ego,ke ohi esee.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apteen arhee esoona esee,
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
NB - An English/Greek Love Song
A bat cries differently,
eats fruits,
gliding, hanging insectivore,
Jackal-Kite, living mammal, nursing offspring, pup , quarrelsome, rodent species, terrible, umbrella vampire, winged xebec, yearn zoo .
it would be a last request, before the gallows
like baloo sings it
i'm being led there, the narrow path between the
faces of the people
my hands tied behind my back
the rope taut against the skin
and i'm going,
de-zop-ba-ronie
hap-da-dee-ba-lat
da-dat-dat-non
hey, a-baby-dot-doo
zaba-doo-doo-day-doo-bop
doo-boo-doo-day, ze-bonz
za-bop-bop-bobby
we arrive
i turn to the hooded executioner.
'take me home, daddy.'
My aspirations mock me
my 'poetry's' prose
When I 'sink' "I've 'got it now"
ze toilet overflows
My metaphor's hum-drum, similes stale
my allusions as delicate as Moby the Whale
My plots are just schemes, so are my themes
at night they turn dreams into screams...
Oh, how I wish just for once I could say ~
I've really truly penned 'Poem of the Day'
For those who read right to left
‘tennis’ backward is ‘sinnet’
‘Cos that’s the way we play the game
we always hit ze ball in ‘si - net’
huhcofcofahahmmm...
vhat be it
zat be ze
'soar-s' of
a past
the 'mow-meant' (uff time)...
was a 'bore-dome' cap
cleared that vhat
vas min(e)d uff
'thuh-oughts' zat then
'a-pier-id' as a 'free-dome'...
uff time to swim in
but my feet were
not un-sure as
ze ride had already
stopped and ze 'mow-meant' passed...
andt i vatched as
'the-oughts' were
becoming past
while 'few-sures'
became the new present and gift so any...
'few-sure' possibilities
be 'sew-wings' of
time persisting for
us to sew time
and quietly helps others and ourselves...
stan sand
Love Speaks All Languages
‘Je t’aime’ he whispered with passion
By the Seine with the moon bright above
It sounded so very romantic
French, they say, is the language of love
‘Ti amo’ declared the young Roman
As he courted his lady so sweet
Mario, though, was a real gigolo
And Maria he’d met on the street!
‘Ich liebe dich’ said Fritz to his fraulein
With earnest and serious intent
‘Ve shall march to ze bedroom heute Abend
Unt zen you vill know vhat I meant!’
In Japan it is rather a mouthful
When expressing so deep an emotion
‘Watashi wa, anata o aieimasu’ though,
Is always said with devotion
‘Se agap-o’ is Greek for ‘I love you’
And the ancients knew all the joys
Of loving and how to have fun times
Especially the men and the boys!
But whatever the language that’s spoken
Whatever the country or clime
Love is an eternal emotion
And we’ll express it time after time.
Ze French, they are haughty
Kremlinites, vulgar, crude
Le artiste charcoal sketches
in the unvarnished nude
Brits keep a stiff upper lip
Pointy-shoed Italians think they are hip
Ukrainians fight like the dickens
their stockpiles reduced to slim pickens
I don't know about ZOU
but ZE'VE had it up to here
with this pseudo-science sham
So, as of today
When 'What's ZOUR pronoun?' ZEY say
Pronoun Keep-away ZE shall play
They say that Snow White
fell out with Cinderella,
And with her she was clinging,
pulling her hair...
So said the maiden...
- She is as dry as a mango
in the mouth of a toothless gal.. !
Ps Cordel...Cordel Literature is a popular literary genre in Btazil, often written in a rhyming way, originating from oral accounts and later printed in pamphlets. Cordel literature became popular in Brazil in the North and Northeast regions, and is now widespread throughout the national territory.
THIS cordel WAS writen BY a POET FROM THE book rescue OF ZE LIMEIRA
translation by \alkas poetry
Between
You and I
Is the King
Of Kings!!!
Whom is allowing a digital cross to rightly speak
!A message that rattles imagined nine inch nails!
And crossroads to a HEAD that spiritually bleeds
Respect All
Pray Often
Follow Me
Bless Daily
Starg()ze
Receive Me
Release Sin
Love Always
Hug Another
Restored
!!
* ! Are the nails. HEAD is the crown of thorns, () is where Jesus was speared.
22-September-2021
There’s a talent show this evening at the RSPCA
Eight or nine impressionists are on the bill today
Some will do wild animals and some will croak like frogs
And a few, it seems, will do domestic cats and dogs
Well the show’s been on a while and the talent’s fairly rough
I’m thinking that I might go home because I’ve heard enough
The fella who just did a fish by flapping on the floor
Nearly made me leave but there are just a couple more
The last but one contestant did a half way decent leopard
My programme says this final act will do a German Shepherd
The audience responded as though they were sound asleep
When the guy took to the stage and said...
...‘Ve’re are ze sheep’
Politics is smart on one side
but it's half luck for another
when you win it's hazard
when you lost it's sourish
I think so much Pirulin
I got the first mush
before giving to each other.
Who doesn't cry, doesn't breastfeed
still said the song
and Sir Jorge made a fool
he wanted to face the dragon
the beast was so naughty
took it from a mandolin
and went fishing in Nippon.
All that shines is gold
says the law of my backlands
there the only shines so much
as golden brown
Sivuca who was an alchemist
he added harmonica with pifa
placed Sinata on the ground.
Slowly you go far
it was a communist motto
in Russian and England
and very futuristic lotto
Ze Lezin serious goat
wrote the package insert
and became capitalist.
Better two birds in hand
than two birds flying
best three lucky fart
than gas butane methane
so thought Napoleon
when he fell on all fours
in a serene afternoon...!
(cheech and chong....drive-in....parkin....rye-in.....ffffffree'...ver'...s'ns : )
c: ffffff.....ree-verse!!! ; )
c: reef-ver.....ssssss!? : /
c: ree-f....verse!! : )
c: yer-sssss....reef! ; )
c: ze-verse....free?!! : )
c: free-ze!!!....verse ; D
c: se-ver.....ez-ee-r.....fffffff : D
c: sa-vor.....ez-ee.....rrrrr-fffffff!!! : D
c: ree-serve.....fffffffff : /
c: ree-ffffff-r.....versssse : )
c: served...reef-ver-ssss.....freeee!!!!! ; D
sand stand....ing
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