"lili" poems
I stayed home today
to work, when being in a cafe
would be nicer, but there
would be no cats and this ones brother died
and I don't know how much more cat snoring
there will be
my favorite cat
a human snore will send me into a fit
on a French train, a bullet train a man
snored as we passed a nuclear power plant
a big one near a lake with beautiful giant lili pads
floating with flowers in the golden evening sun
and I could have
thrown him out even though he was
in the back far away from me
and I used to kick my husband
when he slept and choked on his own flesh
making that vibration, not a kind
or tolerant wife when it came to snoring
but my cat snores and it's cute and soothing
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
Ma
Inħobbok
Mhux dejjem naraw għajn b’għajn
Imma nħobbok
Naf li dejjem pruvajt mill-aħjar li stajt
Biex tagħtini dak li int qatt ma ngħatajt
Imma sfortunatament mhux dejjem irnexxilek
Il-Mulej mhux dejjem provdilek
Jien qatt m’għidtlek meta nqasstni
Meta bin-nuqqas tiegħek warrabtni
Qatt ma ridt niksirlek qalbek
U ngħidlek li ħadd mhu qed jisma talbek
Imma iva Ma,
Weġġgħajt
Għaddejt minn ħafna u int ma taf b’ xejn
Alla ħares tkun taf kif u x’ fatta u fejn
Bħalek Ma,
Għaddejt minn dak li m’ għandu jgħaddi ħadd
Ġarrabt id-dlam
U bkejt fis-solitudni
Imma issa Ma
Sa fl-ahhar...
Inħoss li sibt il-kuntentizza
Inħoss li qbadt it-trejqa li qed nibni jien
Ma rridx nibqa naħbilek iktar
Għajjejt nigdeb u nħaref
Allura għidtlek
Ma flaħtx inżomm iktar
U għidtlek
Kienet diffiċli għax kont beżgħana
Imma ridt naqsam din l-aħbar ferħana
Stennejt li ser tifhimni
Stennejt li xorta waħda ser tibqa tħobbni
Imma
Ir-reazzjoni tiegħek ma kienetx dik li stennejt
Ma kienetx dik li f’ moħħi pinġejt
Għalfejn Ma?
Għalfejn ma tridnix?
Għalfejn mhux taċċettani?
Għidli Ma
Lil min inħobb ma għandux jaffettwa kemm inti tħobb lili
Lil min inħobb ma għandux inessik li jien xorta waħda bintek
Mara offritli dak li dejjem fittixt
Mara għallmitni nagħraf x’inhi l-imħabba
Mara urietni kif jidher id-dawl fost id-dlam
Mara qed tgħini nsir inħobb lili nnifsi
Iva Ma
Inħobb mara
U mhux raġel
Għalfejn qed tħares lejja b’ dak il-mod Ma?
B’ ħarsa ta’ diżappunt
B’ ħarsa ta’ diżgust
Bintek għadni Ma
L-istess **** li kont tgħannaq miegħek
Meta kont tħoss li d-dinja qed tikrolla
L-istess **** li kont tiftaħar tgħid li hi tiegħek
Lil kull min taf meta tilmaħni fost il-folla
Ħobbni Ma
Nitolbok
L-istess għadni
Biss, ħrigt mill-moħba
15/10/2018
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC
Today the sun stared down around me. The light I saw through wasn't of the yellowish warm kind, or the blue tinted light that speaks of summer coming, nor was it gray like those days that make me long for something else.
Today the light that I looked through was clear like mountain water. I saw the tree for what it is. A tree with hands that reach out to be touched. With leaves the air needs for breathing. A tree for perching.
Today I saw a snow-white butterfly upon a yellow daylili. The butterfly had no markings. The lili stood in the shade of my porch. I remembered that in the fall when butterflies chase each other, it will be time for the fishermen to gather their nets repaired during hot summer months and return to the sea. The white butterfly reminded me.
Today I saw a hummingbird with a ruby necklace darting around my empty feeder. The one hanging out front. I took it down and refilled it with cold sugar-water from my fridge that I keep in an old milk bottle. I refilled the one out back, too.
Today I watched a blue grosbeak splashing in a clear pyrex baking dish that I keep water for the birds in next to my feeders. The grosbeak bathed while a male cardinal watched, spitting sunflower seed hulls onto my wooden deck. A housefinch waited patiently for water and a turn at the mixed-seed feeder.
Today I saw ants crawling on the dried dead body of a wasp. This made me like the ants. They like their wasps dead. So do I. Eat up, guys, I thought.
Today I saw that the breeze had scattered petals from my rose bush across my porch. My dog dozed on the petals. That made me smile. Reddish pink petals clinging to a black dog when she walked onto the grass. The breeze smelled of roses.
Today I saw clearly what the sun was staring down upon. Things that need watching. Remembering. Today, I saw through a light clearly.
5/25/14
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
O desenho inscrito sobe a forma de sinais,
Que percorrem o mapa secreto desse corpo,
Onde no olhar se vêm certezas divinais,
Mais secreto é saber que alimentas o meu horto!
O dilema repleto de infindáveis caminhos,
Onde a escuridão que existira se esfumou,
Nossos dizeres tornam-se atos e miminhos,
Essas dúvidas são claras e o tempo levou!
Como tu eu sinto que o melhor é mesmo acreditar,
Soltar-me no vento e explorar o sentimento quente,
Que chegou recheado de sonhos e contornos de cativar,
É porém o desenho do teu rosto que guardo tão presente!
Presente tão bom, presente que Deus me enviou no caminho,
Posso mesmo confiar que tenho vontade de ir pela avenida,
Nem tão pouco, nem tão perto a luz do fundo eu imagino,
Mas o alimento que trouxeste e que a ti vai deixando com vida!
Segue nas minhas veias na esperança de te poder hoje e sempre olhar,
Apertar-te nos braços e encontrar o meu, em tempos já distante Norte,
E hoje aperto em minha mão a bússola que me trouxeste em passaporte,
Para o vão da felicidade, de que hoje quero acreditar, e comigo, a ti levar!
Autor: António Benigno
Para ti Lili…
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
To my most beloved,
my painter, my muse.
My dear Einar,
I love you
as I always have.
How beautiful you are in a dress.
You are the most
beautiful lady,
your beauty surpasses
even mine.
Your scarf around my neck,
how it warms me as you do.
I hope you become who you truly are,
and want to be.
I love you,
my dear Lili.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
Russell, Taynon, Josh and Stephanie
Thank you for willing to be seen with me
Zack, Anthony, Lili and Max
Thank you for accepting all of the facts
Danica, Cody, Shayne and Steven
Thank you for keeping the playing field even
I know I’m forgetting so many names
So many faces and so many claims
So, to all of you who I call friend
Here is the message I’m gonna send:
You’ve all been there through thick and thin
Better friends there have never been
Stories, poems, rants and obsession
You listen and aid my mental progression
I could write this thing all day
And still I know it would not say
What you have all come to be
And what you all mean to me
And yeah I know, I’m awesome too
My being here is an honor to you
But my dear Ninja, Artist, and my Writer
My prep, my worshipper and my oddball character
You’re the ones with whom I rock out
You’re the ones who won’t let me pout
So, speaking quite seriously
I hope you don’t ever leave me.
SO! Please stand up and cheer
All of my friends here
Because if you don’t it will be quite queer…
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
"No one can Know!"
How far is the river would flow,
or even trashed ***
One it brings such a breath for creatures
Two it cost live a dust to seekers
'Lili, if you trully love em? Would you risk your life everyday to keep em?'
Since the eye talks
And the will *****
He did well didnt he? in every step
or single of beat that cracks
For thou! Feel that must not be unseen
or evident as at present
Love to his queen,
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC