"saba" poems
Kyun tu acha lagta hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Tujh mein kya kya dekha hai, waqt mila to sochenge
Sara sheher shanasai ka , dawedar to hai lekin
Kon hamara apna hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Hum ne usko likha tha , kuch milne ki tadbeer karo
Us ne likh ker bheja hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Mosam khushbu baad-e-saba chand shafaq aur taron mein
Kon Tumhare jaisa hai ,waqt mila to sochenge
Ya to apne dil ki mano , ya phir duniya walon ki
Mashwara uska acha hai ,waqt mila to sochenge
Kyun tu acha lagta hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
Tunoli ko'g bugnaw nga kalinaw
sa sabaan kong kalibutan
mga busdak sa tambol,
ritmo sa bass
Ug kaskas sa distorted nga gitara
Duyog sa kasingkasing kong
nalunod sa lawom nga kasubo.
Kini ang akong depinisyon sa kalinaw.
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 6:30 AM UTC
Magdungan ta ug damgo, ug matug nga malinawon
mumata sa kabuntagon para atoa kining abton.
kon' kita man gani di makatulog,
duyogan ka sa paghagakhak tunga sa kadlawon
mulingkod ko ug maminaw
sa hunahuna **** adunay saba nga kalinaw
Paminawon tika.
Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 1:17 PM UTC
#ክብረ ነገሥት
*Oh Sovereign of wisdom Solomonic,
forgive us. The wicked wax demonic.
Golden vessels fill with foulness
man is bankrupt, sold and soulless
Unsettling harbingers loom dystopian.
Sheba rises in dreams Ethiopian.*
Tested with questions, her spirit once gone,
occultic suggestions postponed her dawn.
(Six-hundred and sixty-six talents of gold
paid Nineveh’s rise as Messiah foretold.
Go read it in Matthew, obstinate sinner
You think He intends to have Satan the winner?)
Her ruins now surveyed by satellite
beheld on the screens of the Canaanite:
canals to expose, southern deserts to cross,
Eritrean legends of Prophet (and loss),
the Ark of King Menelik—Kebra Negast,
treasures of darkness presented, now past
have us checking those texts that worldlings despise
as we wait under dread Luciferian skies.
Break the sixth seal of the seventh scroll;
let the thirteenth angel spill the bowl !
(or smoke it up in the courts of Heaven
till ganja’s infinitude totals seven…)
Exhume Axum with the ****** of Marib.
decode the encryption on Adam’s rib
unearthed from some Antediluvian ravine—
Blast from the past: she explodes on our scene!
Seven oaths shall be sworn on her spectral beauty
(our Biblical transcendental duty).
The libation is mixed. Are we ready to swill it?
Beersheba? She brew ! Let us rise to fulfill it.
from sita to Saba fifth columns are ready:
Oh Sovereign — render their pillars unsteady.
For after explosions there’s mess to clean up,
and it’s worse than the horrors inside of her cup.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
Tales of the Texas Rangers:
The Legend of Tom Brady’s Shirt
Texas is rich with tales of old
Heroes, villains, San Saba’s gold
Once Aztecs ruled our shores and bays
And Tejas roamed the forest ways
Here in this sunburnt arid land
Comanches bold made their last stand
Karankawas, Apaches too -
All sorts of tales, and mostly true
Nueva Espana, then Mexico
Rebellion and the Alamo
But the strangest tale, we now assert
Is the mystery of Tom Brady’s shirt
Missing it is, after the game
Who is the thief? Who is to blame?
Dan Patrick, the lieutenant-guv
He swore by all the stars above
And most of all by that one Star
That’s flown in every saloon and bar
He’d catch that creep, and make him hurt
Whoever pinched Tom Brady’s shirt
So in this time of ******* danger
He called upon each Texas Ranger
His voice was low, but cold as steel:
“Y’all brang that mangy cur to heel;
Load your weapons, and saddle up!”
Each Ranger answered with a “Yup.”
All Rangers, now, be on alert:
Somebody rustled Tom Brady’s shirt
Every Texan expects your best
(Tom Brady is our honored guest)
He can’t go home in just his jeans
So find his jersey, by any means
Remember - not a blouse or skirt;
You’re looking for the poor man’s shirt
That’s why you Rangers are paid so much -
Search every ****** and hovel and hutch
Somewhere under the Texas skies
An outlaw hides, and probably cries
He shamed his state and he shamed his mama
And the only end to all this drama
Will come upon him like wind and dust
And a voice will command (with great disgust)
“Stand and deliver, you ugly varmint!
Hold up your hands, and drop that garment!”
“Oh, Texas Ranger, tell me true:
How did you find me? I feel so blue!”
And the Ranger will sing softly:
“The shirt of a stranger is upon you…”1
y colorín, colorado y este cuento se ha acabado, y’all
1Apologies to Chuck Norris
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
110621
Noong bata pa ako'y
Saba-sabay kaming mag-uunahan
Sa pagsalubong kay Inay.
Yayakap at magmamano sa kanya,
Sabay uupo ang nauna sa laylayan ng kanyang palda
Habang syang namamahinga sa lumang upuang
Yari pa sa Narra.
Ni minsa'y hindi ko naisip
Na ang pagkalong ni Inay
Ay may katumbas pala sa aking paglaki.
Marahil bata pa nga talaga kami noon,
At wala kaming ibang inatupag
Kundi ang pag-aaral at paglalaro.
Ilang taon na ang lumipas
At malapit na rin ang araw
Na ako mismo'y lalayag sa sarili kong bangka.
At hindi na ito laru-laro lamang,
Pagkat sa bawat pasyang aking susuungin
Ay iba na ang aking kasama.
Sabi nya nga sa akin,
Handa na syang akayin ako.
Hindi lamang sa kanyang mga bisig
Pero maging mga responsibilidad
Na itatangan ng panahon at tadhana sa kanya.
Ganito pala ang pag-ibig,
Kung saan handa tayong humakbang nang humakbang pa.
Hindi tayo maaaring huminto dahil tayo'y pagod na.
At alam ko, sa tamang panaho'y
Handa na naming kalungin ang isa't isa.
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC
On a warm sunny day it's
So beautiful and bright in
Saba a Caribbean Island today
And the sun is shining
So warm and bright
And the sky is so blue
And bright
Oh and I'm smiling
Full of delight,
And it's so perfect
In Saba Island today and
It's such a perfect day today
And the sun is shining so bright
And the flowers are so
Beautiful too,
And while the bees
Swarm in the gentle breeze
And the birds are singing along
To my beautiful favourite love song and
Let us be like flowers in the sun
Smiling so beautiful and bright
And always turning to the warm sun light
And it's such a beautiful day
Today it's so sunny beautiful
And bright in Saba Island all
Day and all night.
David P Carroll.
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 6:32 AM UTC
Au premier regard
Une photo noir et blanc
Révélée d'une pellicule Kodak Ilford Agfa Fuji 50 asa
Qui flotte dans un bain d'arrêt entre alcalin et câlin.
Au deuxième regard
Un sourire mutin tatin
Mâtin lutin satin
Qui dévoile des fossettes sans retouches.
Au troisième regard
Un film ancien
Hitchkock, Preminguer
Une héroïne, une sainte
Jeanne d'Arc .
Au quatrième regard
Le désir d'en savoir plus
Sur cette Jean Seberg ressuscitée,
Reine de Saba virtuelle.
Regard sur le texte court et concis :
"Cherche homme vrai et honnête
A vingt kilomètres maximum."
Au sixième regard
Regard sur moi même dans le miroir
Vrai? Honnête?
En tout cas pas faux ni malhonnête.
Ni faux nez ni faux profil.
Et une interrogation.
Vrai et honnête égale nu et sincère ?
Au septième regard j'ai eu envie de vous dire
Que j'existais à 20 kilomètres de vous
Et je me suis présenté sur papuer glacé
Et vous m'avez dit tout simplement
A bientôt.
Deux petits mots si simples
Une préposition et un adverbe
Porteurs de tant de sens propres
et figurés.
Ainsi commence notre aventure
Et je nous souhaite bon vent
Mutin satin mâtin lutin tatin
Et des milliers d'autres regards
Nus et sincères
Ou pour utiliser votre syntaxe
Vrais et honnêtes.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
Bas le masque
Dulcinea del Toboso !
Bas le masque
Aldonza Lorenzo !
Bas le masque
Idolâtres !
Aphrodites de tout acabit
Dames de mes pensées
Invisibles Dulcinées
Dont j 'essuie les refus
Pour chacune de mes avances !
Mes feuilles, mes flammes, mes âmes !
Vénérées comme je n 'ai jamais été aimé !
Priées comme je n 'ai jamais été désiré !
Chantées comme je n 'ai jamais été embrassé !
Caressées comme jamais on ne m'a honoré !
Vos panoplies diverses et variées de Muse de chevalier errant
Ont pu jadis faire illusion auprès des fous errants
De triste figure et autres Rocinantes
Mais don Quijote de la Mancha
Est transi dans la place !
Fuyez Aphrodites vulgaires
Venez à moi Aphrodites célestes
Déployez en moi animus et anima
L 'énergie d'Eros.
Défiez-moi par vos énigmes
Questionnez-moi, jouons
A qui sera le moins sage
A qui saura lire entre les lignes
Des lèvres philosophes de l 'autre
Les chemins de traverse qui mènent au bonheur
Je suis Philon ! Soyez donc ma Sophie !
Je suis Salomon ! Soyez donc ma reine de Saba !
Vous êtes Désirée ? Et muse si affinités ?
Adoubez-moi Napoléon, prince consort !
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
El hombre no saba
Las cosas mas importante
A su hijo
El nino necesitaba
Las palabras de confidente
Que no dijo
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
Saba sat there
and posed herself
all ready for what
she didn't say
part of my job
she said
this posing
this being seen
as such
I gazed
like a man dazed
haven't you seen
a woman like this
before?
yes
I said
sure I have
then why
the wide eye gaze?
she said
I sat down opposite
hands on my knees
looking at her hair
at her eyes
the pose
do you do this often?
I said
only if he wants me to
she said
he'll be back
he's just gone
for a bite to eat
don't you eat too?
not yet
if I get out of pose
I lose my focus
she said
does he pay well?
I asked
this is art
she said
I get enough
but it's not the pay
that counts
it's being part
of art
it'll be me
on the canvas
me outliving him
I wanted a smoke
but I’d left them
in my coat downstairs
got a ciggie?
I asked
he doesn't allow
smoking
in his studio
she said
fire risk
oils
and other
stuff around
when do you get done?
I asked
when he says
she replied
not a nine
to five job
I gazed at her
with more focus
putting out of mind
the image of her
sitting in the church pew
with her husband
he all prim and proper
and she innocent as cream
she uncrossed
her legs
revealing
a young man's dream.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
gülümsemeniz
hokka dibine konuşlandığında,
yanaktan, çeneye
yayılan mutluluk dalgası
içime hapsettiğiniz ejderhaya
hafif bir serinlik veriyor
saba tümer
rüzgarınızı merak ediyorum
küçük bir çocuk gibi
başımdaki simit tavlasında
yetişen beyaz kiremitleri
uçurmanızı muhtemelen
bembeyaz ve düzgün
dişlerinizi de
ve daha da
ileri gidip, etimi ısırmanızı
o anda..
acele etmiyorum
filvaki
yarı resmi
bir satranç tahtası
şimdilik bize sunulan..
gülümsemenize
devam edin lütfen
ve emin olun
seyrine bıkmayacağımı
ve hiç kopmayacağımı
kıyılarıma vuran
desibel dalgalarınızdan..
..
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
Hay algo más tonto en la vida
que llamarse Pablo Neruda?
Hay en el cielo de Colombia
un coleccionista de nubes?
Por qué siempre se hacen en Londres
los congresos de los paraguas?
Sangre color de amaranto
tenía la reina de Saba?
Cuando lloraba Baudelaire
lloraba con lágrimas negras?
321
your smile
When the bottom of the inkwell is deployed,
cheek to chin
wave of happiness radiating
the dragon you imprisoned me
gives a slight coolness
Contact Saba directly
I wonder about your wind
like a little boy
in my bagel
grown white tiles
probably
white and smooth
at your teeth
and even more
go forward and bite my flesh
at that moment..
i am not in a hurry
because
semiofficial
chess board
presented to us for now ..
your smile
please continue
and make sure
I won't get bored
And I will never break
shore
from your decibel waves ..
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
NIGRA SUM SED FORMOSA
*The queen of the South will rise up in the judgment with this generation and condemn it,
for she came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon;
and indeed a greater than Solomon is here.*
Matthew 12:42
She materializes
from ancient Marib and the Horn of Africa
to fulfill final prophecy:
Upping the ante of Solomon’s triple six
Erythrean Makkeda/Balkis appears, manifests, descends
sweeps in amidst clouds of frankincense:
immaculate golden sandstorm
crossing over our threshold
having passed through Arabia
in her palanquin;
with retinue of camels and courtiers
spices and incense
invading, bursting into the Baroque,
King George II freaks out:
how to handle her—
arriving unannounced
in England in 1749 . . .
But Sheba is beatific
under a towering white wig,
enveloped in silk brocade;
Lutheran angels uphold her trailing gown…
Handel, inspired, knows what to do.
Saba: We come to the seventh day
we enter her rest—
a greater than Solomon has arrived.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC