"tol" poems
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Saad muraadi, soni phabbat,
Guum hai.
Suurat ousdi pariyaan vargi
Seerat di o mariam lagdi,
Hasdi hai taa phul jharade ne
Turdi hai taa gazal hai lagdi.
Lamm-salammi, saru(Saro) de kad di
Umar aje hai marke agg di,
Par naina di gal samajhdi.
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Goummeyaan janam janam han hoye
Par lagda jyon kal di gal hai.
Yun lagda jyon ajj di gal hai,
Yun lagda jyon *** di gal hai.
Huney taan mere kol khaddi si
Huney taan mere kol nahi hai
Eh ki chhal hai, eh ki phatkan
Soch meri hairan baddi hai.
Nazar meri har aande jaande
Chehre da rang phol rahi hai,
Ous kuddi nu tol rahi hai.
Saanjh dhale baazaaran de jad,
Moddaan te khushbu ugdi hai.
Vehal, thakaavat, bechaini jad,
Chau raaheyaan te aa juddadi hai.
Rauley lippi tanhai vich
Os kuddi di thudd khaandi hai.
Os kuddi di thudd disdi hai.
Har chhin mennu inyon lagda hai,
Har din mennu inyon lagda hai.
Judde jashan ne bheeddaan vichon,
Juddi mahak de jhurmat vichon,
O mennu aawaaz davegi,
Men ohnu pehchaan lavaanga
O mennu pehchaan lavegi.
Par es raule de hadd vichon
Koi mennu aawaaz na denda
Koi vi mere vall na vehnda.
Par khaure kyun tapala lagda,
Par khaure kyun jhaulla painda,
Har din har ik bheedd juddi chon,
But ohda jyun langh ke jaanda.
Par mennu hi nazar na aunda.
Goum gaya maen os kuddi de
Chehre de vich goummeya rehnda,
Os de gham vich ghullda rehnda,
Os de gham vich khurda jaanda!
Os kuddi nu meri saun hai,
Os kuddi nu apni saun hai,
Os kuddi nu sab di saun hai.
Os kuddi nu jag di saun hai,
Os kuddi nu rab di saun hai,
Je kithe paddhdi sundi hove,
Jyundi ya o mar rahi hove
Ik vaari aa ke mil jaave
Vafa meri nu daag na laave
Nahin taan methon jiya na jaanda
Geet koi likheya na janda!
Ik kudi jida naa muhabat.
Goum hai.
Saad muradi sohni phabbat
Goum hai.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
tol kung ako tatanungin, pa'no masasabing eto na 'yon?
kase diba 'pag nagmamahal ka dapat nasa tamang panahon?
pa'no nga ba masasabing tama na 'yon?
mahal mo, mahal ka
tol kagaya rin noong una
pero 'di ka naiiba kase lahat ng 'yan sa umpisa talaga
pero 'pag nagtagal na tol dun na magsisimulang magbago
lahat ng kamustahan magbabago
lahat ng pag-iintindihan sa isa't-isa, maglalaho
lahat ng lambingan, o pangako, napapako
pero tol ano nga bang dahilan?
ang tanong, anong magiging dahilan?
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
I’d give you every coin I have in my pocket
Ask you to throw away those packs of cigarette
And flush down those butts down the toilet
I’d give you all the coins and ask you to buy candies instead
like we used to
When we wore matched shirts
with smears of ice cream on our chins
or skimmed milk lining the corners of our mouths
We’ve fought our wars, you and I
Pillow battles and word fights
And maybe you don’t remember but I
was the one who’d tuck you in at night
Sneaking a sip from your baby formula
Now maybe we’re too old for that
Maybe I’ll let you have all the coins in my pocket
And maybe I’ll let you buy your cigarette
And you’d let me have your beer instead
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
She saw..
The greed for peace, unsated forever,
The need for love, unabated however,
Emptying vast emptiness,
She saw in me..
I write, you paint, they sing,
She..
She cried,
Sat there, with me in her eyes,
She cries..
She told..
Tol' me of the hollow hollows,
She had to tell..
A piece of my heart,
She had to take..
To make it right,
she took the left..
Kissed my fingertips,
she cried and left;
Left a hole in me, where her tears fell..
She left.. and..
The Greed for Peace, abated forever,
The Need for Love, unsated.. still... however..
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Tum so rahe ** jaan....
Par is dil e bechain ka kya karun jo betaabi aur behaali ki zanjeeron mein jakda hua tadap raha hai. ....
Tum so rahe ** jaan....
Par is dil e nadaan ka kya karun Jo nahi jaanta.... nahin samajhta....nahin maanta... bas machal Raha hai .....
Tum so rahe ** jaan.....
Par is dil e ghafil ka kya karun jo bhool Jata hai raat aur din ke adaab....us ke tareeqe...us ke harkaat...sukunaat.....bas khud hi khud woh to intezaar mein khoya rehta hai....
Tum so rahe ** jaan.....
Par is dil e jahil ka kya karun jo faslon ke hudood se na waqif hai. ...is se naap tol aur hisaab nahi hota bas ghadi ke kaanton pe tak take lagaye sochta rehta hai ke is waqt ke zalim kaanton ki ghulami use kyun karni pad rahi hai . ...
Tum so rahe ** jaan. ...
Par is dil e Masoom ko kaise kahun ke use dharakte rehna hoga. ....Saanson ki maala ko simar te rehna hoga. .....jitna bhi mushkil ** use jeete rehna hoga. .....ke wohi tareeqa hai wohi raasta hai. ....usi tapish se guzarke use rahat e raabta e dildaar hasil hoga. ......
Khair tumhe kya pata. .....
Tum to so rahe ** na jaan.......
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
So likewise ye,
when ye shall have done
all those things which are commanded you,
say,
We are unprofitable servants:
we have done that which was our duty to do.
You, lazy little 'twerdnerd. Easy. Live. Take my truth,
let this mind be in you, it does the hard part for you.
Ai ai ai this guy, I tol' you, extol the road,
ride on, cowboy.
Let go. Re
laxation,
enemystic, plop. Plot to end
with a thousand swings
gnosis-not-burger 'n' fries
swung wide and low. Sweet cherry '63.
Once belonged to the gayest geometry teacher
ever, eh, in Kingman, Arizona.
Mr. Zubek, annual faculty advisor to Optimist Club,
Annual (also)Highschool Boys Speech Contest,
bi- annually, he traded in his Chevrolet.
-- voice of experience,
That triggered this then, not now
I saw a ****** lowrider, brand new, showroom floor,
yep, a certain mind set, kept with odd links,
missed opportunities to go the other way,
kicks the BTDT system of old ahas,
and ahs,
as once imagined…
not possible, pre dementia.
Wait for it, should you live so long,
it all runs together beautifully, to match
the beauty of the messenger's feet,
in your cultural awareness
of total unknowing- to eternity,
and beyond.
The Bill and Ted Trilogy, vs Left Behind.
So, crates of lemons have no thorns. See,
Lemon trees have big ol' thorns, but
lemon wreaths, all on a bough snipped,
thorns and all, to show those who never
picked a lemon, and won life's sweetest point.
Such wreaths are December treasures,
if you know where they grow 'em.
You can sell them, or give them away,
the beauty in the whole fruiting sprig goes along.
May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 1:27 AM UTC
Prudential center mall is OK
But girl got to meet new frend todaye
Friend tol me aboute the new skirt pull up I baughts me
Da boys who der don no wha dey got.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
I's don' really know much
only how to cook and clean
fa ma marster's and they chillun
they tries to teach me to read
i's neva liked the white folks edumucation
so I's just stay in the field
spend time with the sun
until the moon comes
and take me on away
das my's only time to heal
from the scars they puts on my skin
from the scars they puts in my mind
from the scars they puts on my family
my brothers and nem
I's wonder all the time
will we ever be free?
I's think of it everyday
cant wait for it to be
Mama always worked in the kitchen
but she has her fav spot
next to the chimney she a sit
listen to the white folks talk
I's pray all the time she ont get caught
one day she heard sumn
mussa been real good
Is seen her smiling
as Jesus himself gon an got mama a new dress
but I's know ha smile na
tha day she sats in a corner listnin'
she hurds them finely' say we's free
we's free
but marster wouldnt let us go
she herd' em tell mistus
he wont let us free till me make sommo'
for thems to eat
but mama hops out that chimey corner
jumps to her feet
I's herd' ha yelling
"I's free I's free'
"then she runs to the field 'gainst marster's will
and tol' all the other slaves n they quit work"
I's seen all the hoes and rakes falls to the dirt
dat nite ma slip out the house
like a banana was at da do'
she hids' in the ditch
I's get snuck out my bed
next I's in mamas arms
I's look at mama's tied' feet
running so fast
to chase her freedom
I's hear shots from *****
dem dogs barking n growlin'
Lord please keep mama safe
and the Lord hears ma prayas'
cause' that nite
afta alls the yelling cryin' n sweating
me and mama
we finely gits away
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
Seeing you smile is gulping water
In the middle of a long hike
Hearing you talk is peeing at last
After a 5-hour non-stop ride
Dreaming of you is eating tons
Without gaining a pound
Loving you is the happy feeling
Of escaping from an angry hound
Oh I want you like the genes that run
In the Beckham clan
Don’t you know how cool you are
That you should be banned?
But when I see you with the girl
Whose character I hate the most
I star in a movie
Being haunted by a ghost
My odd beauty
And this curvy body
Plus a pool of confidence
Is all I have
So I’m hoping
That it will be enough for you
To say, “I like you too!”
And to my wish will lead to “I love you too!”
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
Hulpin tupero ska
ti la sol va va
VHAT
VHAT
tol si naso ta ree
pina nahno kandoo
lo
VHAT are you saying?
VHAT can I understand?
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
Fariyad hai tumse,
Pyaar ko mere bhul na Jana,
Reham ke tarajo Mei pyaar ko,
Mere tol na Jana.
Fariyad hai tumse,
Dekh mere aankho mein aasu,
Samaj mujhe kamjor,
Sahare ke liye taras kha Kar ,
Aage apna haath mat badana
Fariyad hai tumse,
Pyaar ko mere bhoj na samajna ,
Tumhare kande ka bhaar nahi pank ,
Bana chahti hu.
Fariyad hai tumse,
Mujhe bhul na Jana,
Umeed toh nahi hai,
Par ** sake toh vapas laut aana.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
Someone tol(d) me:
"feel the love
from your (a)ccomplishme(n)ts
versus the love from humans
(i)t's way mor(e) satisfying, (l)ovely"
Today,
I thank you
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
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^^^^ Upon Logan Mountain ^^^^
Within your Eye
///
Gentle young people
:::::
Pure love is here
•
Here on Logan Mountain
::
I have been to Logan Mountain !
You too
Can go there
)(
Some day I shall go there forever
But today
I only look to take you there
Tol Logan Mountain
And HE WHO IS THERE
•
look. ! The little crippled boy !
Hobbles toward Logan Mountain
It shall be a long hard climb
But he shall make it
Humble and Meek
for there is only love on
Logan Mountain
)and so he goes there
::
Come
Why don't we all go !!
Together !!
And in so doing save the world
.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
comedians coming
from Bris.... tol...
oh my...
who wouldn't
give that **** up!
wonk... wonk...
i so must h'own
the owership
of succumbing
to the 'outhern 'n'key...
southern comedians,
esp. from Bristol...
and poets...
coming from Newcastle...
frankly?
i've never visited
Danzig...
you, me, where,
and when,
you, me,
now and whenever...
cameo the *michael
portillo*...
smile...
and yes...
queen elizabeth
also did the ****
salute...
i heave my furthered
everyday
with having to succumb
to a headache...
for a worth of tomorrow...
ugly ******
ugly surname,
name as any...
but he really
did
undermine
the ruling class,
didn't he?
and that's the
problematic emblem of
his rule...
isn't it?
the little
man who make broke
the ruling chess pieces
of kings and queens
of this world...
that's the problem,
isn't it?
the working class
"scant"...
the... "rasputin"
who overpowered
the king, basis,
and overpowered
the lasting trust
in allowing the sentencing
via
treason...
but ****** was all
evil...
since... only kings
are allowed to do all
and in all, but good...
only kings
can do good...
and people who arise
from the worker's coup...
are of no worth of sight...
precursor:
Napoleon...
only kings....
heaving pastures
of a past....
and men and men
turned into emblem...
making it necessary
to retort...
as long as the hierarchy
of the pyramid stands...
and there is no
adventure-ridden plateau
to... move...
akin to the collective
-esque,
of a worth of people...
as i throw my boxing gloves
into the fire...
i expect...
to be given
my knuckles
and clenched fists back...
savvy?!
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
Well?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXLIV)
Blue skies lo, nary cloud blots for intents
Warm on these frozen wastes as trash' detail
Flirts 'cross the puddles like a bird in pale
Excuse who, washing up as wont, shakes thence
His wings, light flashing off them with a sense
Of summer's carefree minutes, whiles to scale
Ice glares more coldly from the corners frail
Ghosts of thin warmth ne'er touch but tis pretense.
Dad pulls espressos, foaming milk in tour
As all baristas, yet sans flourish, to
Leave that to sheer caprice I find as twere,
Whiles I feign then to ascertain a view
Of this or that, which he half tol'rates fer
The mystry is't? of all we sorta knew.
03Mar19b
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC