by ahcene mariche
Night words are like butter
They melt at the breaking of dawn
I advise you the virtuous!
Never rely on them!
Go to seek for your happiness
Beware of lack of will and laziness
Hearing soft words
Leads to a deep sleep
Once you close your eyes
You see in drams
Were you are drawn
By such suit words
They have the power
Of transforming mounts to valleys
Added to impatience they build
Castles made of sand
So they soon crumble away
Don’t give importance
To what is meaningless
And avoid using a sieve
To draw water, use it
Mother, to sort out matters
Be wise and patient
Even if nights last long
You ought to look for
The end of the string
Know that friends are scarce
Whereas enemies are plentiful
With words everything
Seems to be easy
They let us become merchants
We go up until we reach summit
Then we forget the fall
And we sew pieces to clothes
Which don’t cover big holes.
ahcene mariche
A few random poems:
- Epigram on Rough Roads by Robert Burns
- 8 Creative Tips for Clickable Video Ads
- To Dr. MReading Mathmatics by William Somervile
- Василий Каменский – Из Симеиза в Алупку
- Владимир Домрин – Якутия
- AN HYMN TO THE MUSES by Robert Herrick
- Be Lost In The Call by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Вероника Тушнова – Я поднимаюсь по колючим склонам
- Threads of Gold by Ronald G. Auguste
- Зинаида Александрова – Лошадка
- Untitled XXV by Yunus Emre
- Be Healthier, Live Longer By Being Creative!
- Как папа женился
- Ballad about a stinking flower by Vinko Kalinic
- Robert Burns: A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk:
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: Scroggam, My Dearie:
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
