Cge, salamat kaayo sa tanan ha?  
Sa memories ug sa melodies,
the songs you sang and played for me ,
Sa gamay nga oras nimo nga gihatag,
Sa gugma na kanako  imohang gidalit,  
Pasayloa na ang imong gugma nausik lang ug nasayang,
Dre kanako na usa ka taw nga walay hinungdan, sama kanako nga daw sagbot lang sa katilingban,  
Sama kanako nga  sa kinabuhi walay padulngan,
Sama kanako na sa gugma nimo dili takos ug angay,
Sama nako nga sa kinabuhi ug katawhan gina tamay,
Mao ikaw langga ayaw na pag langay,  
arun makita ug maka.ila na nimo ang taw  na kanimo muhigugma nimo ug tinud.anay,
ang taw nga makauban nimo kanunay,

Pasagdi nalang ko dri,
Biyae nalng ko dinhi,
Dle nako magdahum na muabot ug kanimo naapay mo puli,
Busa ako, hikalimti,

Pero ilawm sa akong kasing kasing naa gihapon ka magpabilin,
Manghinaut na ikaw nalipay pod sa akong pag.abot ,
Nga unta ikaw dle mag bago ug dle makalimot,
Sa mga panumpa ta,
nga matud pa walay katapusan,

Dle na nako mahimong pugngan,
ang gibating kasikas ning akong dughan,
Ipagawas ra nako ning tanan,
Mga kasikit ug kaguol ig bundak sa uwan,

Unta puhon sugaton ug madawat nimo,
Ang kamatuoran nga wan.a juy kita,
Ayaw lang pabali ug kabalaka,
Kahibaw ko naara ang taw nga kanimo andam mohigugma.

Salamat azaraya

Hantud sa lubnganan

Nidag.um napod ang kalangitan,
Nanagan na ang mga katawhan,
mga katigulangan ug kabatan-onan,
Nagpangita na sila ug kapasilungan,

Mubundak napud ang kusog na uwan,
Mabasa' nasad ang mga kadalanan,
Nanirado na ang mga baligyaanan,
Kanselado na pud ang mga kalihokan,

Samtang ako ania ra amoang pinuy.anan,
Kanunay nga gahandum sa atong nasugatan,
Nagpangutana, nganung wala naka sa akong kiliran,
Unsa man gyud ang hinundnan ug naingnan,

Nganung sa gugma mo ako imong gihikawan,
Unsa man gyud ang imong basihan?
Dili ba diay ko angay na hatagan?
Hangtud nalang gyud ba ko sa handurawan?

Tinuod nga sa gugma sa ginikanan wala ko gihikawan,
Unsaon taman kining kasing kasing ikaw ang kinahanglan,
Bisan pag dli ni para sa imong kaayuhan,
Nasayud ko nga wala koy kadungganan,
kay matud pa sa uban dle kuno ko kasaligan,
Para mahimo kong usa sa imong mapilian,

Wala na gyud ba kini kalambuan?
Nangandoy lang gihanpon ko na kita mag.uban,
Nga unta puhon makig ila ila sa imong ginikanan,
Bisan nasayod kong wala na gyuy katumanan,
Kay ako usa man lang ka tawng walay hinungdan,

Usa ka taw nga matud pa,"sa kinabuhi walay padulngan",
Pero bisan in-ani ang permi nakong madunggan,
Kanunaay gihapon kong mangandoy ug kalampusan,
Bahala na ug puhon dli ko ma kwartahan,
Basta ang importante ikaw akong maangkon ug mahagkan,

Kung ako Mahimong usa ka taw nga gamhanan,
Magbuhat ako ug mga butang nga kahibulungan,
Usbon nako ang dagan niining kalibutan,
Tapigan ko ang mga buwan ug mga kabituonan,

Akong Hupingon ang mga panghitabo na dle ko masakitan ,
Akong kining hupingon hangtud tika makitan-an,
Kung ako mawagtang man gani pananglitan,
Dili ko maguol kay ikaw ra gihapon akong mapalgan,

Unya sa kung kitang duha mag kita' na man,
Pahunungon ko ang oras sa kailbutan,
Nga ang usa'g-usa ra atong mamatikdan,
Ibalik ko ang kahayag sa buwan ug mga kabituonan,

Magsayaw sayaw kita sa kawanangan,
Ubanan sa kahayag sa mga bituon ug buwan,
Dli na gyud mahitabong muuwan,
kay mga panganod akoang tapigan,

Buhaton ko kining tanan,
Para lang ikaw akoang makauban,
Akoang mahalon ug panggaon hangtud sa lubnganan,
Para kanako mao na kini tinud-anay kalampusan,

Malipayon man ko na pagka-taw

Sige ug katawa ug lingaw lingaw,

apan sa tinuoray lang na pagkasulti,

akong mga kakulangan sa usa ka tao,

mga kasakit, wala pa nalimti.

yeah you did
and now you don't
'cause this furry one
pulled the carpet
on the oldie and her
smashing umbrella
and finally
took his revenge
even texted it in 140 plain
characters or less
yeah i ate the tweety
and it made me burp but
this putty tat taught the tage
#thehellwiththebirdie

(An mémwa granfré an mwen Dodo, frè jimo a Roderik, ki disparèt an *** lanmè koté Sentlisi lé disèt maws démildisèt anbo kanno ay, In God we Troust, menm jou ti frè an mwen Toto fété swasantkatran ay)

Lè Manzè Frégat, on vyé zwazo épi tèt a sizo lan mè, rivé

Konpè Dodo té ka ba dé kudmachwa adan on ponm arak kon i té ni vyé labitid fè

Dépi lé i té ti manmay chak trwazyèm vandrèdi a mars o pipiri chantan

Sété on sèl pélrinaj pou y té pran gou a sé prèmyé ponm malaka ki té vinn friktifyé

Vyé zwazo la diy konsa: « chaben, apakonsa zafè ka fèt ! avan ou té sèvi kow, avan menm ou té comansé manjé plen vant aw, ou té dwèt ban mwen lajan an mwen, ban mwen sa anfwamenm »

Konpè Dodo pa enmé pon vyé zwazo diy pon vyé biten ! I wondi bouch, i toufé, i manké tranglé :

-Ki pawol a foumi fou ki la ? i taw ?

-i tan mwen. ban mwen lajan an mwen, man, ou alo, ranjé zafè aw byen pas dènyé vandrèdi aw rivé !

ou pé kriyéy jan ou vlé malaba, malaka, kwachimelon, otaheite, pomme d’amour, ponm tayti, manzana malaya, séw ki sav, ou pa papay

sé mwen ki mèt ay, ou tann ! Ou tann byen !? Pa fè mwen trapé dézod épiw

Pa fè mwen jiréw, avan ou ay pran zafè a moun prokiré sav ki moun ki mèt a kann la

mwen ja las jouwé domino épiw, kouté sa byen, wouvè gran zorey aw ! An ja diw sa, yo ka kriyé mwen an lot koté Jambo, Prensès Scisour Lanmè

mwen pa vlé sav si ou métodis si ou advantis si ou ka fè penti

si ou rosikrisyen si ou catolik ou si ou ka trasé lèt asi olivetti

si bon dyé aw vodou, endou, ou témwendjéova, fwa aw sé taw, tan mwen sé tan mwen,

Non an mwen pa Séza non an mwen pa Bondyé sé Jambo

ponm arak ta la sé tan mwen, sé awryè granpapa granpapa mwen ki té arawak

ki plantéy, si ou vlé sav, ban mwen diw on ti biten malgré vyé mannyé érétik ou ni dépi toupiti. ou ka ékri tout koté « In God we Troust » sé pousa ou dwèt ka vinn trousé mwen ! foutémwa likan, espèce de malélivé

manjé kénèt aw ou chenet aw ponmsitè aw fé sa ou vlé épi yo mé pa mannyé vyé pyé ponm arak an mwen

sa ja ka fè plis ki katvensètan ou ka fé la fèt asi pyé ponm arak ta la

Ou pa sa li fransé , chaben ? espèce en voie d’extinction! An ké diw li on lot fwa an nanglè si ou pa vlé tann fransé

Endangered species !

Mé Kompè Dodo pa té vlé tann march ! Kompè Dodo mété koy ri ! I pa té pé rété ! Telman i té ka ri i té ka pléré !

Ki jan i té kay péyé pou on ponm arak pou on vyé frégat malkadik, dapréy non ay té « Prinsès Scisour Lanmè »

Manzè Frégat ou ni on jan dapréw ou sé yen a dan lé trwa Moiw, on Manzé Atropos

Konsidiré séw ki mèt a bobiné é débobiné

Mé apa mwen ou ké kouyoné, sé pa jodi jou disèt mars pon vyé zonbi ké koupé filsèvolan mwen

Banw diw sa, Tiré gran zèl nwè aw anba la pli la é ay pozé kow anba on pyé kowosol

Demen samdi avan jou ouvè mwen ké vinn kué ti ponm arak an mwen

Manzè Fregat pa pèd tan, vitman i poté mannèv, i anki ouvè gran gèl ay, bèk ay té ka parèt sizo

I vorey i varéy i valéy, i wotéy – zyé a zwazo la té ka sanm on sèl fé dartifis woz fichyia –

A las siete y media de la mañana, eran las siete y media en punto de la mañana

Kompè Dodo bat dènyé ti domino ay, a las siete y media de la mañana

Manzè Frégat comansé ranjé tou dousman sé domino la an bwat a domino la

Epi rès a ponm arak la i préparé pouy on ponch ponm malaka.

Sé pa pou ayen ni on proverb ki ka i konsa:

Pa jen jouwé domino épi on frégat si ou ka dwouéy on biten.

Sa dalan sa kinabuhi nga akong ginasubay,
kitang duha nag.abot ug nagkaila bisan dili angay,
sa kinabuhi ko miabot ug nihatag ug kalipay tinud.anay,
sa mubong panahon ang mga kasikas sa dughan nahupay,
bisan ug sa matag higayon na kitang duha mag.away,
muabot man sa panahon nga wala nay tingganay,

ayaw lang ug kabalaka oh akong inday,
kay ang gisinggit sa akong dughan ikaw ra gyud kanunay,
sa akong kasing kasing nga puno sa kasakit ug kalaay,
ikaw lang ang bugtong nakahatag ug kalipay,
bisan wala ako diha sa imong kiliran huna-hunaa ania rako nagabantay,
ug bisan si kamatayan pa man akong mamahimong kaaway,
laumi nga ako na imong taming kanimo manalipod kanunay,

nasayud ko nga ikaw dili sama sa uban nga bugay,
bisan pa tuod nga pirme nako makita sa imong hulagway,
ang dagway sa usa ka taw nga gilaay,
kahibalo ako nga bisan ug gamay,
nga ikaw anaa ra sa inyuhang balay,
kanunay nga ga bansay bansay,
sa mga dautang buhat ikaw nagalikay,
kay ikaw gusto ug kanunay nga hapsay,

ayaw lang ug kabalaka kay,
magahulat ako kanimo bisan unsa paman kadugay,
maningkamot nga na akong mhatag ang kaharuhay,
bisan pa kining kasin-kasing ko dugay mo ra nga gipatay.

Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away
Dear heart and can it be that such raptures meet decay
I thought them all eternal when by Langley Bush I lay
I thought them joys eternal when I used to shout and play
On its bank at ‘clink and bandy’ ‘chock’ and ‘taw’ and
    ducking stone
Where silence sitteth now on the wild heath as her own
Like a ruin of the past all alone

When I used to lie and sing by old eastwells boiling spring
When I used to tie the willow boughs together for a ’swing’
And fish with crooked pins and thread and never catch a
    thing
With heart just like a feather—now as heavy as a stone
When beneath old lea close oak I the bottom branches broke
To make our harvest cart like so many working folk
And then to cut a straw at the brook to have a soak
O I never dreamed of parting or that trouble had a sting
Or that pleasures like a flock of birds would ever take to
    wing
Leaving nothing but a little naked spring

When jumping time away on old cross berry way
And eating awes like sugar plumbs ere they had lost the may
And skipping like a leveret before the peep of day
On the rolly polly up and downs of pleasant swordy well
When in round oaks narrow lane as the south got black again
We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showry day
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away
The ancient pulpit trees and the play

When for school oer ‘little field’ with its brook and wooden
    brig
Where I swaggered like a man though I was not half so big
While I held my little plough though twas but a willow twig
And drove my team along made of nothing but a name
‘Gee hep’ and ‘hoit’ and ‘woi’—O I never call to mind
These pleasant names of places but I leave a sigh behind
While I see the little mouldywharps hang sweeing to the wind
On the only aged willow that in all the field remains
And nature hides her face where theyre sweeing in their
    chains
And in a silent murmuring complains

Here was commons for the hills where they seek for
    freedom still
Though every commons gone and though traps are set to ****
The little homeless miners—O it turns my ***** chill
When I think of old ’sneap green’ puddocks nook and hilly
    snow
Where bramble bushes grew and the daisy gemmed in dew
And the hills of silken grass like to cushions to the view
When we threw the pissmire crumbs when we’s nothing
    else to do
All leveled like a desert by the never weary plough
All vanished like the sun where that cloud is passing now
All settled here for ever on its brow

I never thought that joys would run away from boys
Or that boys would change their minds and forsake such
    summer joys
But alack I never dreamed that the world had other toys
To petrify first feelings like the fable into stone
Till I found the pleasure past and a winter come at last
Then the fields were sudden bare and the sky got overcast
And boyhoods pleasing haunts like a blossom in the blast
Was shrivelled to a withered **** and trampled down and
    done
Till vanished was the morning spring and set that summer
    sun
And winter fought her battle strife and won

By Langley bush I roam but the bush hath left its hill
On cowper green I stray tis a desert strange and chill
And spreading lea close oak ere decay had penned its will
To the axe of the spoiler and self interest fell a prey
And cross berry way and old round oaks narrow lane
With its hollow trees like pulpits I shall never see again
Inclosure like a Buonaparte let not a thing remain
It levelled every bush and tree and levelled every hill
And hung the moles for traitors—though the brook is
    running still
It runs a naked brook cold and chill

O had I known as then joy had left the paths of men
I had watched her night and day besure and never slept agen
And when she turned to go O I’d caught her mantle then
And wooed her like a lover by my lonely side to stay
Aye knelt and worshipped on as love in beautys bower
And clung upon her smiles as a bee upon her flower
And gave her heart my poesys all cropt in a sunny hour
As keepsakes and pledges to fade away
But love never heeded to treasure up the may
So it went the comon road with decay

Malipayon man ko na pagka-taw

Sige ug katawa ug lingaw lingaw,

apan sa tinuoray lang na pagkasulti,

akong mga kakulangan sa usa ka tao,

mga kasakit, wala pa nalimti.

"THINGS I dream Of"* - A poem by his wooly
mammoth mr. WOODY.


[Not much is left to the imagination
     to leave the Plantation in the sultry sun...]

"So what does Woody dream?" Of
Most things, Good...
To have lived that we should have not
known the sweet --Heavens
                                  now forbidden fruit

The knot you swallowed
Adams apples
lodges / in your throat
                "seeds
of trees lush -- green with Ideas"
who so to speak is
         a Head of a Family tree
         summer breezey tree-tops
bright songs light bittle birds
California girls and wild
the boardwalk, the "coast's
voluptuosity" travel the herd...
      
"sheezus!
if this is hell....****...boing!"

"I thawt I taw a *****
cat"
bettys kitty ******* bunny
Aye*
Mammy, Selfies will last longer
than the ****** you accidentally
bumped into

"Because poppy wanted something new"
HEAD is where you dump
**** and **** n ****.

Lavatory of Mad Bladders
     Tags sharpies spray-paint walls say
the craziest - don't ever dial the number
that escorts the bad drawn dongs
and ***'ges . scribbled in eye lashes
looking sideways toward you
for a kiss...?

He thought he knew,
I'm secure with my manly mystique
not damaged having none of him around
I sleep easy
                without
a father-dad-uncle-brother stress
pressure to proove myself
with stacks or whips...

so yeah, you know who's what's up

great Gran D is maw-maw's boy
gone off-grid they visit Vegas
Ranches  and ride the stallions
Gran-D gramps : the bunnies...
     (They sleep in quite well
      those heat waves summer fun...
catching rays and Zs.)

Herbalist
Maybe Woody dreams
are all Natural      
                          * (to question existence
                            and wanting more)

of Seed... of Sea? --of Trees I mean
meditate a sedative
bow down to Xanex!* rroooaaarr!
And in Any hood, it is your Word kept
Honors Mens Respects

Standing Tall like "Things" of Woody Dreams

Prisms
And Sleep's winter warmths
Hot Chocolates Marsh mellow Pillows
              [Well Rested]
Is the dream of this heart
the Poet sank
my Battleship--Me.

*"I will always care for Thee,
  but I can only carry Me."

If in Sleep...?
                       Sweet       Peacefully.

Imagine then
How it was, must have been,
Afraid of the things
Can’t and couldn’t see in the dark
Being human it is our fear
Of the unknown
Or the goosebumps in nights
Imagine then
Discovering that the twilights
Of stars caressing the void
Moon shining her mystique
It is undeniably there
You see the light?

Darkness is not theirs
It’s simply an empty room
A husk from alienation
    the locusts of a dead before creation
A new evolution
To be better people
Escape their hands, be free with
Truthfully
Your chi / energizer
Bunny's
Hunted habits
Taw I taw galaxies
Aloft in
The dark
The bodies
There on beyond our horizons sky...
What is Devoid
Is lacking
Light

Life

Love.

Sight.

"WHERE DOES A THOUGHT GO WHEN IT IS FORGOTTEN?"

“The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.”

― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

*

A thought crawled
across the surface of his mind

having escaped the gravitational
pull of his subconsciousness .

The thought thought
of itself

as of a human
crawling across a desert

crying "Water...water!"
in some old cartoon

except it was crying
"Meaning...meaning!"

Meaning..." aye
there's the rub!"

it spoke to itself
in Hamletian tones.

It was hard work carrying
all this Shakespeare around

so it reluctantly
left it behind.

But it persisted
in its searching

as if it could grab the stars
and turn them into words.

The brain to which
it had been assigned to

that oh so fragile
human machinery

had started
shutting down

synapses refusing
to fire

making it almost impossible
for the thought to exist.

A wife
holding a dying hand

the thought wanting to
become something said

something grand
famous last words

but there were
no words to be found

other than "I taut I taw
a puddy cat!"

The thought could
only activate a smile

but that smile
said it all.

Wordless
words.

The wife now
squeezing all the tighter.

Smile speaking
to smile.

The thought had made it
after all.

Just a couple weeks shy
and seven years ago to the day,
I still remember contractual obligations
our previous residential abode
724 West Railroad Avenue,
Bryn Mawr 19010 zip code
volatile relationship – poisonous
nasty hubris jump/kick started
with aforementioned videre licet, alte Frau
(quite similar to Hamburg

geschkult harsh taskmaster),
whose figurative and verbal drubbings
linkedin with angry bird disposition
twittering toward us
analogous as toxic soundcloud
ofttimes found her ready to explode
lingering hostility snapped,
popped, and crackled dark,
whereby sauerkraut ****
analogous to red hot poker face glowed
until that fateful late June
two thousand and seventeenth day.

Little did we known then,
where contractual obligations
to acquire municipal approval
to legally house borders for pay  
she got away without being penalized
nevertheless danger lurked
as well as mice and roaches skittered
like a bag of spilled skittles,
no idea where the little critters went
invariably they scattered

like pigs from a gun after war of words,
and near physical altercation
fisticuffs flew and mutual
(of Omaha) blood red rage
both parties did vent
the closest to homelessness
found Harris family
resigned to live in a tent
when lease would not be renewed
that she who charge sky high rent.

The heavy price to pay living social
along Hoity toity MainLine
Back a small number of years
thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma,
enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned
a cold shoulder to me and I’ll
avoid denigrating, haranguing,
and lambasting said dell lisle

la, whose avoidance
behavior toward me –
who goes a mile
out of her way to ensure
our paths do not cross – noah din nile
per the above –
well, perhaps a slight bit of hyperbole
viz this, mine swift tailored, harried style
per potpourri of
puzzling perturbation evinced

by said olde world germane
German dame we lease this duplex
treating us, as if we committed
some egregious crime
subsequently forced to stand trial
viz aversion toward this convivial,
frivolous and introspective chap
methinks said realtor/renter
joined a coven den
where doe eyed zen of thieves

occupy teaching rubric
of mean-ness while
taking appropriate after paging thru
selective yellow pages
from play book of Sarah Palin
which tension unlikely to cease
for the next nine months till the deed
doth expire, where by this witch a  taw
hook cans *** (ours) will be freed
of renting a long and fostered,

roach and fox infested, century21
from once salient sympathetic ear
this now manifested Scrooge like greed
reminding us (essentially
via cessation of any interaction),
how she once did heed
to our various and sundry travails –
though neither myself nor spouse,
the latter whose vociferousness
regularly exudes loathsomeness  

toward key per, once a vouch saving
storied angel without fail and indeed
wife tis not shy to vent
where a plethora of expletives lead
rant and rave toward an impending crisis
that will me send out an SOS
ever felt compelled
to join Hemlock society
or drown sorrows in mead
yet disappointment arises,

when formerly positive
dynamic now im peed
did by reasons unbeknownst to me,
who feels grateful ye chanced to read
my babbling of poetically
irrational from a regular Trader Joe,
who doth not sport Harris Tweed
nor (despite any immediate intimations)
doth newt smoke ***** nor drink ****.