The over I ball only has two *****,
I sprinkle the pitch with thickets,
I get spent up and the over is up.
My HP Poem #1828
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 8/15/2018
takes the baton
- offering to the twilight
a bow in sacrifice:
with glow greeting
- an orchestra of crickets
- eternal poets,
so that songs of love
inspired by the muses
- they would loudly sing
in the thickets.
Wieslaw Musialowski 10/9/2001
Friends, I am asking for your understanding, because all my translations must be proofread and corrected. Poems are hard to translate (even in free verse translations). The original is rhymed. Regards.
The cricket was only doing what crickets do
Walking slowly up the walk looking for more crickets
Looking north and south, east and west
He or she appeared to alone
Where were more crickets
Where was the orchestra of fellow crickets
The wonderment stopped when this cricket let out “crick-it, crick-it”
The orchestra followed suit and sounded out in cricket harmony
Cricket harmony so welcomed by this once lonely cricket
Off it hopped to join in the symphonic noises created by the once hidden fellow crickets
Crick-it, Chirp, Crick-it, Chirp, Crick-it......
Brian Hill - 2019 # 239
Felt a bit silly this morning..
Let your cricket orchestra sing out!
In the black velvet sky
With sparkling gems
To make wishes on
To accompany you,
Oh lovely moon,
How bright you shine
This summer's night
The crickets sing
Me a lullaby
As I fall asleep
In the moon's arms
Her light cradling me
As my heavy lids droop
The steady chirping of the crickets
Is natures concert, without the tickets
How do they do it, I have to ask
Don't they get tired of their life long task
They click, chirp and clack, all night long
Hippin and hoppin to the same old song
It makes you crazy, I have to admit
I really wish, they all would just quit....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 194
Oh the sound....
He looks at me like a wolf stalking its prey
Expecting a reaction out of me when he kisses her
The sad thing is she looks like a cricket and he looks like a naked mole rat
He has the attention spand of a goldfish
She has the intelligence of a blade of grass
How could I be jealous when people treat me like treasured gold?