Day: May 3, 2015

Longing, Lessons from the Sea lions

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Whispers of foreflippers
Swim beyond my borders

In my little corner
of water and wonders.

Universe is unfolding
Offering a deep longing

Searching for the reasons
to fulfill my mission.

Endless wishes
unending questions

Hearing voices
just like my own

Telling me
i’m not alone.

But your flashing lights
and all your laughters

Would make me think
pause and wonder

Just because i’m not alone
Does it mean that i am home?

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Pessimum didici.

Iam stem in “Tertio Class”
Fierce calidum flu circumdedit me.
Adfui meum genus scribendi et mathematica;
Gross altum ira multiplicationem
Memini Praeceptor capillos
Pellis eius pulchritudinem.
Statuens fecit iuxta officium
Qui absentibus viris invidiosis et requireris demonstravit.
Quid est, quod arbitror.
Pessimum didici.
Longis rationibus assem fuit ante
Anatocismo …… cito fugit amor.
Placuit somnium lectus manere
Diu scribere, et legere poems in dolosi.
Quid alienae fortunae induxi
Gratias Domino, non sum defunctus adhuc.
Ego numquam iniri.
Immaculata mea neque custodiunt domum.
Et habitabo in reverie
Dum riuulis bonum Taprobanae tea.
Ego montuosa est et campestris, de regno
Skipton Castle, Morecambe maneremus.
Steamers molli Windermere
Wastwater purum liquidumque flumina.
Hiems et Hill Rivington ..
Anglezarke ubi veniunt eo aquae.
Colligendis et civitates civitatem
Haec moris semel euentrem pulchrae.
Liverpool et manchester
Quomodo aberrasti quamtotius scolas
Bibam aquam de Tamisia
Iam salva cloacinis superior.
Tea irascibili facit me
Etiamne semper satietatem potare.
Et mirari zizania
Ubi ceciderunt in rimas.
Etiam in in industriae civitates
Sua vita manet “obstante supercilia oculorum suorum.
Iniuriam?
“

When he went away,Lehitraot

When he went away
He said,”Lehitraot,mama.”
Do vstrechi.
He died, but I’m still here
Yes,in my heart I feel his love.
But why did I live,
And he did not?
Auf wiedersehen
Lehitraot.
Yes,darling,I’ll see you later,
When the sky turns black and all the stars blaze bright
I’ll see you shining in the night.
I’ll see you in my dreams alas.
Do vstrechi.
But why you and not me too?
Araka
I can’t understand.
Lehitraot,beloved.
A plus tard
Some where in this world,you fell
But no-one,not even God, can tell.
God was absent then or in some other place
He’s gone again.
They said He’s died too,
But He didn’t have a mother like you.
Do vstrechi.
My breasts ache and my heart and soul,
My breasts were made to make you whole.
To feed, give love and to console.
A plus tard
And now they ache with grief as my tears fall.
A bientot
My body trembles in the night
As dreams may bring my lost ones to my sight.
A plus
I’d walk across the roughest bleak terrain
If l I could find my loves and hold your hands again.
Do vstrechi.
The bell rings on the ancient clock
As time goes on as normal,  never stops.
Araka
I wish the hands of time could be reversed,
And I was not living with this curse.
People forget that I once had a son.
They think my grieving has been done.
Araka.
But grief and loss and pain will never end
Until the curtain of my death descends
Auf wiedersehen.
Meantime I look at flowers and birds and trees,
But it’s really you my deepening insight sees.
Lehitraot.
Th inscape of my heart is shown to few,
An artist of the lost would know this view.
I know I want to see just you.
Do vstrechi.
But for me there is no
Auf wiedersehen
Never again will you say
What you said that day
Lehitraot,
Mama.
Papa
A plus tard
Tot ziens.
See you later
See you soon.
See you.
You
 my beloved son

Losing my dad

I look up our small street,
To see if you are coming.
I don’t know what time it is,
But I think I hear you humming.

You sang sweet songs for us,
And you could whistle well .
You wore an old tweed jacket
You loved us,I could tell.

I look out there each day,
But I can’t see your tall, thin shape.
I saved your Woodbine packet,
It made me feel some hope.

What does death’s door mean?
Where has Daddy gone?
When will be the welcome day,
When we hear his songs again?

I’ll hum like him all day,
I’ll dream of him all night.
I hope he won’t be angry,
If his cigarettes won’t light!

He can’t write his own songs now.
He went too far away,too soon.
I’ll write down what I think he sang,
And I’ll invent the tune.

I hear him singing now,
He dwells inside my heart.
And though I still can’t see his face,
I recognise his Art.