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My poem the restaurant buffoon English version https://youtu.be/3RYbGxo_354
مَطْعَمُ بَافُونْ
وَ سُكَّرًا يَبِيعُنِي بِيَاسَمِينِ الْكَلِمَاتِ وَ قَلْبُهُ فِي حَلْقِهِ فَسْفَاسُ
وَ نَادِلَاتٌ عَادِيَاتٌ لِكُلِّ دَاعٍ وَ فَطِيرَةُ الْبٍيتْزَا بَهَارُهَا قُلْقَاسُ
هًذَا طِحَالٌ بِالشُكُلَاطَةِ مَخْبُوزٌ وَ بَسْكَوِيتٌ حَشْوُهُ بَانْكِرِيَاسُ
كُلُّ الْأَطْبَاقِ تَذَوَّقْتُ هُنَا إِلَّا هَذَا صَنَعَتْهُ أَضُنُّهَا الْهُونْدُورَاسُ
وَ لِي فَمٌ عَلَى مِصْراَعَيْهِ وَ خُشَامٌ يَشْرَبَانٍ الْعَصِيرَ فِنْطَاسُ
غَدَوْتُ شُحَيْمَاناً وَ بَاعَةُ الشَّحْمِ مَعْطَبَةٌ لِجَمْعِ الْمَالِ أَحْلَاسُ
حَوَارِيَّاتٌ يَتَغَامَزْنَ بِطَانَةً بُهْلُولٌ المَطْعَمِ ذُو بَطْنٍ وَ سَمِينْ
خَفَافِيشُ المَتَاجِرِ لِلْدَمِّ شَارِبَةً مَصَّاصَةً لِرَوَاتِبِ الْمَسَاكِينْ
رَأَيْتُ الْمَقاَهِيَ وَالْغَوَانِيَ بِالْمَالِ يَفِضْنَ وَجَيْبِيَ يَقْطُرُ الْأَنِينْ
وَ تَسْقُطُ شَوَارِبِي وَ بَعْدَهَا كِرْشِي وَ تَسّقُطُ أَوْرَاقُ الْيَاسَمِينْ
يَا مَطْعَمَ الْبَافُونِ هَجْرُكَ عَصَبْصَبُ لَعَمْرِي شَمَّةٌ مِنَ نِيكُوتِينْ
طَبِيبٌ مَغْنَاطِيسٍ بِلَيْلٍ وَ بِالنَّهَارِ آخَرُ يَقِيسُ أَعْدَادَ التَمَارِينْ
فِي لَيَالٍ ثَلَاثٍ كِيلُوغَرَامَاتٍ عَشْرًا شَحُمْتُ فِي كُلِّ لَيْلَةٍ
( ثَلَاثًا فَاصِلَ ثَلَاثٍ وَ ثَلَاثِينْ ثَلَاثٍ وَ ثَلَاثِينْ...)
My poem the restaurant buffoon English version
https://youtu.be/3RYbGxo_354
The restaurant's buffoon
Malodorous his heart, but he sells with jasmin words all the sugar to me;
Waitresses are running towards every fatty pizza order for thee;
This is a spleen stuffed with chocolate and that is a pancreas with honey;
Indeed I tried all dishes here except this one, made in honduras, oversea;
My open wide mouth and nose drink sweet juice, bowls of wee;
I became fat, those sugar sellers are only slaves to the golden money;
Waitress whispers and laughs: "the buffoon has a gigantic belly" ;
The vampire apes are sucking poor's blood, are sucking my salary;
Their cup of cash runneth over and my cup is leaking bankruptcy;
They plucked my mustache, my belly is hanging over my knee;
Oh! Buffoon's restaurant ! Without your sweet addiction, I can't be;
Since I fell in love with you I have not slept, I've had magnetic therapy;
In three days' love I've had ten more kilos, everyday
(Three Point thirty-three ,thirty-three, thirty-three, thirty-three, thirty-three…)
Remark: 3,3333333333...( weight increase will never end like the unstoppable decimals)
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After the storm
When the winds stop
When the rain ceases
When the skies finally clear
In the morning
A new day comes
It looks brand new
It brings bright blue skies
Fluffy white clouds
Clean, fresh air
It’s invigorating
After the storm
The trees seem taller
The streets are cleaner
The plants are greener
Flower colors brighter
Rivers run higher
After the storm
Animals come out
Seeking a needed drink
Gardens grow a bit more
People come out from the shadows
Smiling
Laughing
From the gift
Mother Nature brought
After the storm
When the winds stop
When the rain ceases
When the skies finally clear
In the morning
A new day comes
It looks brand new
It brings bright blue skies
Fluffy white clouds
Clean, fresh air
It’s invigorating
After the storm
The trees seem taller
The streets are cleaner
The plants are greener
Flower colors brighter
Rivers run higher
After the storm
Animals come out
Seeking a needed drink
Gardens grow a bit more
People come out from the shadows
Smiling
Laughing
From the gift
Mother Nature brought
Melodies that mingle, your concerto everyday
Tasking is the rhythm to aspire your ballet
Patterns of the past, our challenge to decant
Framing self esteem is our nature to enchant
Graduating phases, a puzzling game plan
The future is the epic of your evolving lifespan
Setting goals of fate, like chasing streetcars
Moving compositions to catch for memoirs
Stop phantom fear, find your inner guru
Second acts beckon for thoughts of the few
Timing is your gauge, intent is your leapfrog
Celebrated theater is your drama’s epilogue
...
Adventurer's journey of doubt
Searching for truth and being
Curiosity and nostalgia to tout
Great time of lingering last
Faces and dreams, lost and dashed
Unearth the legends of past
Decrepit photos past their prime
To examine, to infer, to muse
Clandestine clues of ancient time
Peer deep into their face and eyes
Map of wrinkles your answer lies
Of tragic lows and romantic highs
Span the bridge of floating clan
Boats only embrace or evade
Glean your sagas quick you can
Sequels parade while memories frayed
Chronicle to ponder life’s intent
Legacy you are to destiny yet made
...
There’s darkness outside with a glimmer of light
Slowly the darkness cedes
Traffic is slowly moving
The morning has begun
Coffee and tea being made
The quiet of night being replaced
By familiar noise
The sun starts to rise
A golden ball
It’s a glorious sight
Another morning has arrived
As the city wakes up once again
...
You are standing on a beach
The waves move rhythmically
Back and forth.
The sound is soothing to the ear.
The sun is out, the sky is a clear crystal blue
There are a few white clouds in the sky -- very delicate
The sun is not hot, the air is not cool. It is just right.
There is a light breeze.
When you look out into the water, you see the color, a light turquoise.
The water dances as it moves-- looking like diamonds.
As you walk into the water, you do not feel wet.
Your color changes to the same as that of the water.
As you walk further into the water, your shape
and consistency change.
You melt and meld into the sea.
You feel warm, safe and at peace.
You are finally back home.
You are at peace and safe.
Finally.
They come dressed in white
Covered head to toe
Wearing protective gear
They are the warriors
Here to fight the enemy
They didn’t ask for this fight
It was brought to them
As so many times before
They are on the front lines
Full of courage and care
Making sure the war is won
They are the protectors
The healers
They bring hope at a time of despair
They bring light when there is darkness
They are the warriors
They are our best hope
Every day they fight for the world
To keep us safe
While others may run away
They run towards the enemy
Full of courage and care
They are doctors, nurses and caregivers
They are researchers and scientists
They are warriors
They are heroes
When one is surrounded by clouds of darkness
When the burden feels to much to handle
When life is crushing you down
Seek the small light shining in a distance
It will guide your way
It is destiny waiting
It is these small slivers of light that give us hope
They help us try again
They help us begin again
To look for better days
They help to lift us up
Believe
After a long hard year
Frightening at times
Waiting
Hoping
It’s Freedom day
Time to go out
Time to sit in a cafe
Time to watch the world
Time to explore
It’s been a long time
It feels good but strange
I made it to the other side
I am finally free
I will stand by you when you hurt
I will stand by you when you feel joy
I will be there in the good and bad
The hard and the easy
The darkness and the light
I will hold you up when you can’t
When you fall to the ground in pain
I will stand by you and lift you up
I will hold your hand to comfort you
And pull you close to me
I will never let you go
If you feel alone
You are not
Just turn around
And you will see
I am behind you
Standing by you
As I always have been
A mother gives birth in
sorrow and bears pains of labor that cause her to weep and mourn.
But her heart is filled with love & joy when she beholds the face of the precious baby that she has born.
A mother patiently cares for and is constantly awakened by her baby’s cries during the evening, late night and even at the crack of
dawn.
A mother puts her child’s needs first before hers; working to support her family even when her body’s tired and worn.
The responsibilities of a mother aren’t easy and are filled with many days of weathering the storm.
A mother deals with doctor visits, school preparations, religious & children events and lots of other things nine yards long.
A mother instills good moral values from her baby’s childhood and through the teen years………. until they’re fully grown.
A Mother’s Reward is having her child show they were raised to be respectful, to have good moral character, to be life equipped,
wise and strong....
Are you a Spotlight?
Christians
who are a SPOTLIGHT continuously, steadily and powerfully shine with a
brilliant bright glow array…..
Because
of God’s presence radiating from within them; they can be DISTINCTIVELY seen…even
from far away.
They
are brave and bold as they intensely shine brightly as true examples of being
doers of the Word for God;
Their
talk and their actions beam with an extraordinary range of brightness that exemplifies
His genuine love.
Are you a Motion Light?
Christians
who are a MOTION LIGHT quietly blend in with their surroundings but INSTANTLY LIGHT
UP
in
prayer, in talking about God or in giving Him Praises;
And
they’ll also come on immediately; whenever evil comes within their radius.
Although
they aren’t ashamed of who they are, they quickly turn on when something
triggers their attention…
That
makes them suddenly light up and speak out about their hope in Christ &
they’ll give vent to the spirit without quenching.
Are you a Christmas Light?
Christians
who are a CHRISTMAS LIGHT display themselves as being colorful, flashy, attracting
and attention getters for a show.
They
are Seasonal……..Some blink on and off……Some change colors or rotate…..They love
being admired for their glow.
They
blend themselves in with other materialist displays to magnify their own
self-glorification;
And
although they too can be spotted from a far off……they only display an illusion
of illumination.
What kind of light do you
want to be…… as a CHRISTIAN…… for this World to see??
Breathtaking
Caught in his eyes
With every breath
We fell in love
In a moment of the sweetest
Most pleasurable was his
rapture upon me
A breathtaking beauty
Loving
Adoring
Taken in by his kiss
Breathtaking
In his raptured moment
Beauty in his eyes
Adoration on his face
A love of mine
Embrace
Beauty of breathlessness
In his kiss
Love
Endlessness
Don't I feel like
a loser when I learn you're through with me.
It was news to everyone, especially to me.
Don't I feel pathetic, like there's something wrong with me.
She is far more beautiful than I could ever be.
I stand here null and solemn, though it must be written on my face,
that I've found before the world what you couldn't say to my face.
You blow right on by me with your new love, hand in hand.
So smug, haughty, and thoughtless. You are not much of a man.
Filled with anger, through and through, I feel like I could drown.
I lift my glass and drink fast to chase the feeling down.
I close my eyes. I still see your face. Somehow I should have
known.
You kill me inside with a passing glance, and now my heart grows cold.
So much time spent in a one sided love was wasted all on you.
Don't I feel like a loser for ever caring about you.
By Anne Rasico (Joyce)
