One day I took the subway
and I went around the world
From one car to another
a new nation’s flag unfurled
The train took off from Brooklyn
and I hopped on at Times Square
and by the time that I got home
I’d been most everywhere
The couple that spoke Yiddish,
and hurried on their way
were deep in conversation
which she ended with, “Oy vey.”
And then I heard some talking
that turned out was Portuguese
At first I thought was Spanish
might as well been legalese
Rushing through the last three cars
so packed, I had to squeeze
I heard an “Arigatou”
which I know is Japanese
“La vita non è facile”
I smiled because I knew
The woman spoke Italian
and the meaning came right through
Then right before I exited
the girl who dropped her toy
Said “Shukran,” as she took it
from the little Arab boy
There aren’t many places
you can hear a language mix
After work, around the world
and still be home by six
Ro manse languages were once all the rage
But Mandarin's now taken center stage ~
Flankry, I can't stand it
The Chinese are bandits ~
It's rike leceiving kick in reft libcage
I am walking around Basel
The city not the herb
I’m not doing a Basel
Because Basel is not a verb
The streets spew tongue twisters
From mouths of many shapes
Beautiful river vistas
With succulent seedless grapes.
In a few hours I wish to emigrate
Set up my life in this efficient city
After a while I understand
It’s not that good, it’s a pity
I’m leaving this multi-lingual haven
Flying to a single language home
knowing the food in the railway station
will satisfy the fussiest gastronome.
David Cox 24/07/24
My pen writes in English
My pen writes in French
Mon stylo écrit en français
My pen writes in Spanish
Mi pluma escribe en español
My pen writes in Italian
La mia penna scrive in italiano
My pen writes in Portuguese
Minha caneta escreve em portugues
My pen writes in Creole
Plim mwen ekri an kreyòl
My pen writes in Latin
Calamum meum latine scribit
Believe me, friends, if you write in these
Romance languages, you’ll be
Happy to enjoy writing. I love these
Languages. I entertain the idea
Of knowing at least one word
Of the other languages of the world
I love words of all languages
Throughout the ages
Leave a few funny comments
I know what you’re going to say, my friends
It’s always a pleasure hearing from you
I love you will all my heart, I love you
Eske nou tout konprann?
Do you all understand?
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Languages are important its worth learning
How nice it would be to understand other cultures
To communicate and converse with others in a variety of ways
Languages are diverse and unique in so many ways
Languages are informative, expressive and directive in nature
Languages is another way of us getting along
Languages is like the rose of Heaven
Falling in love all over again
Words of similarity played and rehearsed
In all forms of glorious melodies
Harmony and Symphony becoming like one
Languages are the reason each and every day
Cultures, nations and people communicate with each other
Learning to love, respect and understand one another
The use of different Languages
Allows us to respect, communicate and get along.
Love Speaks All Languages
‘Je t’aime’ he whispered with passion
By the Seine with the moon bright above
It sounded so very romantic
French, they say, is the language of love
‘Ti amo’ declared the young Roman
As he courted his lady so sweet
Mario, though, was a real gigolo
And Maria he’d met on the street!
‘Ich liebe dich’ said Fritz to his fraulein
With earnest and serious intent
‘Ve shall march to ze bedroom heute Abend
Unt zen you vill know vhat I meant!’
In Japan it is rather a mouthful
When expressing so deep an emotion
‘Watashi wa, anata o aieimasu’ though,
Is always said with devotion
‘Se agap-o’ is Greek for ‘I love you’
And the ancients knew all the joys
Of loving and how to have fun times
Especially the men and the boys!
But whatever the language that’s spoken
Whatever the country or clime
Love is an eternal emotion
And we’ll express it time after time.
Oh these languages...
strange, cultured and gallant
we need to discuss all them...
All my life I grew up stuttering
the words, the slang terms
the sentences
everything I say
coming from out of my mouth
always too complicated
for other people to comprehend
they all think
I am speaking
some dead language
like Latin, or Norse or Esperanto
or maybe Ancient Greek
or even talking backwards
while learning and forming
a whole different language
all on my own
The love language of my deeply beloved love and companion,
whom I miss when were apart,
me waiting like a dog at the window;
my partner, my life, my rock when all times get rough, my tool girl, behind which, lies the mysterious power;
that dog again breathing deeply the odors of hope through that window with barely a smudge.
The idea, the research, the recommendation, the implementation,
like it or not, are working. The right tool for the right job.
Her Voice carries: through a towel drying there, through her table where she sets our plates, plates hungrily waiting, though you'd never know it.
Her complex thoughts are transformed, compounded within elixirs of fragrant love and craving with tender needs for validation and praise for love well-done in crispy-sweet light brown bacon just how you'll like it.
Her Voice whispering softly through my ears, her toes breaking for me at every turn.
Her hands then combing gently through my hair and softly and firmly massaging into me her gazes and whispers of love.
Her willing warm give at my touch, says, "Come with me to a world of Oneness."
Good old COBOL's stubborn, sure
High-level FORTRAN still endures
FOXPRO, SNOBAL, ALGOL, and BAL
Did not compute, that's why they fell
I Am A Book
By David J Walker
I am a book of Unread pages
I am a book
I am a book Written in stages in
A travel log On a road called Time
With the foreign stamps Of Passport Ministers
Checking my credentials along the way
I am a book
I am a book Of unread scripture
With the lectures on faith
In staggered chapters and the
Tattered chronicled collections of
Odd jobs We have asked of a Loving God
Written in a foreign language
I am A book
I am a book Of erotic poetry in
Pictograph albums Scrutinized and analyze
Then censored By holier than me censors
I am a book
I am a book With pages numbered
And then sealed Its secrets to be
Revealed in full on an unannounced
Judgment day with Disputes left in the hands of
A Divine Defender
I am a book
I am a book
To be colored Everyday
Where the lines do not matter
Only the hue and The view
In which you see me
I am a book
I am a book Not to be left On the dusty shelf of
A forgotten library Rarely opened in a
Distant history I am a book to be read
And even if misunderstood To be savored
I am a book
I love You in 5 Languages
David J Walker
How more than once
A vestal dance
A nights romance
Gesticulates alone
Perchance we heard
The same music as we
Glanced through colored glasses
At the golden moon
Bowing in the ballroom
Vowing erotic promissory notes
Suspected but unconfessed
In the street corner confessionals
I love you said in 5 languages
While mocking the intonations of
foreign words and the
Meanings that one-night can hold
I will meet you in the
Abandoned public garden of
Lost calendars
That only we can know
My Poems Book .Humanity and Peace are My Biggest LOVE in 3 Languages
So
My Love
.I can not Pubish in my country
I need YOUR help
Your Humanity help
help that is VOICE of PEACE
for Publish
In Self Publish
in Amazon or in Boorix
I hope All Will help Me
Thanks
Poet of Huaminty and Peace in 3 Languages
Historical Poem Therapy
.
There is no coronavirus
Oh my God
I'm connected to God
I am connected to the power of God
I have a big heart
I have a strong heart
I have a strong immune system
I have extensive medical sciences
I have powerful doctors
I have powerful drugs
More importantly
I have prayer
I have GOD power
The healing power of GOD is in me
I have hope
I'm victorious
But
what do you have Coronavirus covid 19?
you now became 19 pieces
You have nothing
You are nothing
You were destroyed
Because
My body and my earth do not accept you
And
My body and my earth have been cleansed of you
you know why
Because
God's power
The power of physics
The Power of Science
The power of doctors
The power of medicine
The power of truth
The power of humanity
And
my power
destroyed you
I have many victories in history
Thank God
POET OF HUMANITY AND PEACE
and
I wish that the whole world would read this poem in the media because it has a prayerful, therapeutic and suggestion aspect..
I need YOUR HELP for this work
resources of poem:
Prayer Sciences
Psychology
experiences
And
Joyful times when I
lived limpid and loose
in children's language
that spoke ...
In the minimalist language
I heard from the sheep,
the vegetable language that i
well translated when
ate the guavas ...
Listening times
and speaking the language
of the nature, of the air,
with the wind ... it was the time
of merry child man ...
All hope language,
dialect of angels ...
Divine Innocence ...
Languages of magnificent
childhood ...
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