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EH-OK     Kenneth
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arrowDaffodils arrowThe Duel arrowFire and Ice arrowVita Lampada arrowAt the Cedars arrowThe Highwayman

arrowAbou Ben Adhem arrowThe Lady of Shalott arrowThe Glove and the Lions arrowThe Lake Isle of Innisfree

arrowThe Owl and the Pussy-Cat arrowWhen the gallows "crow" arrowThe Walrus and the Carpenter

arrowThe Cremation of Sam McGee arrowThe Charge of the Light Brigade

arrowStopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening arrowIt's TRUE! arrowSonam arrowSonam, viens Bébé

arrowSonam, MORE! arrowSonam, coffee? arrowSonam, what MORE? arrowIn praise of Sonam

arrowSonam, I surrender arrowSonam, my STAR! arrowSonam, mon minou !

arrowSonam, my Tibetan bird of paradise  arrowSonam, où es tu ? arrowSonam, the Queen of Tibet

arrowSonam, my hand arrowSonam, meineGöttin arrowSonam,il mio sole arrowSonam,señorita

arrowSonam, THAT gorgeous GIRL from Tibet arrowPrincess Marian  arrowpourquoi toi ? arrowhelp! 

arrowVietnamesebliss arrow I lQQked... arrowmy Vietnamese refugee Baby arrowBella CIAO! arrowthen, you SMILE!

arrowMarian, do you carearrowWE LAUGHED! arrowMarian, don't  arrowSanta made me cry  

arrowshe LAUGHED at me arrowbecause arrowfelt good arrowbeer cans arrowPOOR BOY arrowc du JOUAL arrow2 years later

arrowJesus, Mary, THE BOSS arrowBANG! BANG! rape arrowfool arrowlips to thighs arrowcome AGAIN! arrowshould?   

arrowbegging arrowto McDonald's! arrowSeñorita roja, arrowla Virgen, Maria arrowHey! BRO arrowKimberly

arrowDu sucre à crême, s.v.p.   arrowZWOOSH!  arrowDaniella


A good poem when read, flows with ease, effortlessly, and without
strain carried by its poetic impulse making for an enjoyable experience.

The author's poetic sense is reflected in his/her style: in his/her
way of making use of the various poetic devices to translate
his/her poetic impulse noteably rhyme, but
also repetition,
alliteration, verse length, choice of words whose syllables
reinforces the
rhythm/beat, the musicality (the musical 
value of the words) of the poem, associated imagery,
understatement accomplished by
using as few words:
these devices employed in the
treatment of poem is 
intended to heighten its dramatic poetic effect
whose
force is found in its compactness.

Its poetic value is to found in the intelligible reality it 
conveys that resonates with the reader manifested
by 
the author's method of developing a poem  that
delivers the sense of the poem and its experiential
feel:

- his/her approach taken towards
              the subject matter of the
              poem

- its purpose

- the poetic devices used

- its tone (fun,
funny, happy, light,
                dark, angry, sad, lost, found)

- voice (denunciation, admiration, appre-
             ciation, glorification, social com-
             mentary ... )

- its length (as an indication of its play-
                   fulness or seriousness).

kenneth a. j. selin (say'leen), poet

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Daffodilssquare
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake,beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkiling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon the inward eye
Which is bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

- William Wordsworth

The following is a letter - in French - to my daughter, Maria,
and my son, Jean (John), in which I praise the merits of
the this poem, "Daffodils".

Maria et Jean,

Je veux vous faire part d'un de mes poèmes préférés composé 
par William
Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), poète romantique de 
l'Angleterre.

Le poème est sublime dans son ensemble par sa simplicité. Il 
relate 
des sentiments saissisants d'une scène pastorale qui a 
invoqué chez 
lui le besoin de les exprimer par écrit.

Il jumelle la scène au mouvement de la dance tellement il la 
trouve
exubérante : la danse des vagues juxtaposée à la 
danse des jonquilles
qui s'éloignent à perte de vue au bord 
du lac ajoutent à la majesté du
moment dans un élan de 
contemplation.

Tellement, il est épris par la scène joyeuse que son âme est 
ranimée et
portée d'emblée en extase spirituelle de danse de 
création. Tellement fut
forte l'experience que son souvenir 
demeure irrépressible et le rassasie
spirituellement de nou-
veau tout comme la première fois. Il expérimente
une telle 
joie lorsqu'il s'en souvient que l'exubérance presque débri-
dée provoquée par ces
jonquilles dansantes en unison à 
côté des vagues dansantes qu'il se laisse emporter par le 
mouvement des vagues et des jonquilles dansantes. Le 
contraste
entre les deux nous laisse avec l'impression que 
les jonquilles dansent
en suivant le bord du lac et qu'elles 
ne sont plus plantées, ancrées dans le sol, mais plutôt

véritablement libre et ressemblent aux gens en marche 
jubilante au point que ça nous donne l'envie de se
joindre 
à eux et les suivre tout en partageant leur joie débordante.

Le rythme vif et dansant des syllables nous communiquent 
cette joie qui
a touché son âme et l'émerveillement qu'il a 
ressenti de façon
inattendue soudainement à ce moment-là 
qui donne au poème son pouvoir de
claque et fait en sorte 
que nous somme entraînés par la force de son
souvenir de 
la scène.

Le souvenir fracassant de la scène nous fait croire que seule-
ment son rappel est capable de le faire perdre le pôle nord 
lorsqu'il y revisite la place dans sa mémoire que le pouvoir 
du rappel de cette rencontre pastorale inusitée est tel qu'il 
va lui donner un
second élan d'esprit rempli de créativité 
artistique.

Notez : un poète - comme tout autre véritable artiste -
            est toujours en
quête d'inspiration et quelle joie 
            il nous fait partager lorsqu'il la retrouve
en se 
            rappelant la beauté mouvementée de la scène 
            bucolique qui lui fait renaître en tant que poète.

Hélas, je ne lasse pas de le dire.

Je vous m.

Salut,

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Papa

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 


 

The Glove
and the Lions
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King Francis was a hearty king, and lov'd a royal sport,
And one day, as his lions strove, sat looking on the court;
The nobles fill'd the benches, and the ladies in their pride,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sigh'd;
And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show,
Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal hearts below.

Ramp'd and roar'd the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws;
With wallowing might and stifled roar they roll'd on one another,
Till all the pit with sand and mane was in a thunderous smother;
The bloody foam above the bars came whisking through the air;
Said Francis then, 'Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there.'

De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, a beauteous lively dame
With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always seem'd the same;
She thought, The Count my lover is brave as brave can be;
He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me;
King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine;
I'll drop my glove to prove his love; great glory will be mine.

She dropp'd her glove to prove his love, then look'd at him and smiled;
He bow'd, and in a moment leap'd among the lions wild;
The leap was quick, return was quick, he soon regain'd his place,
Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.
'By God!' said Francis, 'rightly done!' and he rose from where he sat;
'No love,' quoth he, 'but vanity, sets love a task like that.'

- Leigh Hunt

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 


 

 

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At the Cedarsarrow
You had two girls-- Baptiste--
One is Virginie--
Hold hard--Baptiste!
Listen to me.

The whole drive was jammed
In that bend at the Cedars,
The rapids were rammed
With the logs tight rammed
And crammed; you might know
The Devil had clinched them below.

We worked three days-- not a budge,
'She's as tight as a wedge, on the ledge,'
Says our foreman;
'Mon Dieu! boys, look here,
We must get this thing clear.'

He cursed at the men
And we went for it then;
With our cant-dogs arow,
We just gave he-yo-ho;
When she gave a big shove
From above.

The gang yelled and tore
For the shore,
The logs gave a grind
Like a wolf's jaws behind,
And as quick as a flash,
With a shove and a crash,
They were down in a mash,
But I and ten more,
All but Isaac Dufour,
Were ashore.

He leaped on a log in the front of the rush,
And shot out from the bind
While the jam roared behind;
As he floated along
He balanced his pole
And tossed us a song.
But just as we cheered,
Up darted a log from the bottom,
Leaped thirty feet square and fair,
And came down on his own.

He went up like a block
With the shock,
And when he was there
In the air,
Kissed his hand to the land;
When he dropped
My heart stopped,
For the first logs had caught him
And crushed him;
When he rose in his place
There was blood on his face.

There were some girls, Baptiste,
Picking berries on the hillside,
Where the river curls, Baptiste
You know -- on the still side.

One was down by the water,
She saw Isaac
Fall back.

She did not scream, Baptiste,
She launched her canoe;
It did seem, Baptiste,
That she wanted to die too,
For before you could think
The birch cracked like a shell
In that rush of hell,
And I saw them both sink--

Baptiste!--
He had two girls,
One is Virginie,
What God calls the other
square
Is not known to me.

- Duncan Campbell Scott

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 

 

 

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The Owl
and the Pussy-Cat
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The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,

The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

- Edward Lear 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 





 

 

The Duelarrow
The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.

(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went "bow-wow-wow!"
And the calico cat replied "me-ow!"
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place
Up with its hands before its face,
For it always dreaded a family row!

(Now mind: I'm only telling you
What the old Dutch clock declared is true!)

The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!"
But the gingham dog and calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw
In the awfullest way you ever saw--
And, oh! how the gingham and calico flew!

(Don't fancy I exaggerate--
I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning, where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away!
But the truth about the cat and pup
Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!

(The old Dutch clock it told me so,square
And that is how I came to know.)

- Eugene Field

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 
 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 




 


 

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 The Walrus
and the Carpenter
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this is a DELIGHTFUL! topsy-turvy poem

it begins with the sun intruding on the moon
and with the Walrun+the Carpenter going
4a walk along the beach

they comment on how sandy the beach is
+then invite 4, just 4 "young" (unwary) oysters
2come along 4a walk+a chat

a mile away from shore with the oysters exhausted
they shit on a low rock with the oyster lined up

taking out a loaf of bread, pepper+vinegar
they began 2feed on the oysters
until thr was none

it's a poem
that tells the story
of how THE CRAFTY
treat THE UNWEARY - especially THE YOUNG!

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "It would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hoping through the sandy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low.
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes-- and ships-- and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages-- and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar, besides,
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said;
"Do you admire the view?"

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!"
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because

They'd eaten every one.
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- Lewis Carroll

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 


  


 

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Abou Ben Adhemarrow
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:--
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
'What writest thou?'-- The vision rais'd its head,
And with a look made of sweet accord,
Answer'd, 'The names of those who love the Lord.'
'And is mine one?' said Abou. 'Nay, not so,'
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, 'I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.'
The angel wrote, and vanish'd. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And show'd the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

- Leigh Hunt

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 


 

 

  

Stopping by Woods 
on a Snowy Evening
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

  

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 

 

 




 


 

 

 


 

  

Fire and Icesquare
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

- Robert Frost

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 


  

 

 

 The Lake Isle of Innisfreesquare
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

And I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

- William Butler Yeats

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 

 

 



 

Vita Lampadasquare
There is a breathless hush in the Close to-night--
Ten to make the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote--
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'

The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke;--
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'

This is the word that, year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind--
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'

- Sir Henry Newbolt

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 

 

 

 

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The Charge
of the Light Brigade
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(Balaclava, October 25th 1852)

Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Some one had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke,
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of the six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
square
Noble six hundred!

- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 

 

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The Cremation of Sam McGeesquare
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip. I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead-- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows-- O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May".
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum".

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared-- such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but hte hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm--
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
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I cremated Sam McGee.

- Robert Service

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

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The Lady of Shalottsquare
Part 1
On either side of the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow,
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veiled,
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to towered Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."

Part II
There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily;
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Somethimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-haired page in crimson clad,
Goes by to towered Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

Part IIIsquare
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode betweem the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling through the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneeled
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glittered free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazoned baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often through the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed;
On burnished hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirro cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

Part IV
In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at he closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Through the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mounful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turned to towered Camelot.
For ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent to Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
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The Lady of Shalott."

- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 


 

 


 

The Highwaymansquare
Part I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding-- riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-shin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and
barred;
He whistled a tune to the window,and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long back hair.

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Time the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say--

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scare could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped
away to the West.

Part II
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;

And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching--
Marching-- marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed:
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with any a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say--
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moolight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours
crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing: she would not strive again;
For the roadlay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
and the bood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-- with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the Westwrd; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew gray to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him, and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

And still of winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a gostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding--
Riding-- riding--
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
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Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

- Alfred Noyes

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 





 



 

 

When the gallows "crow"...square
On Hollow's Eve
The owls "crow"
and the crows go "hoot, hoot, hoot"
around the gallows
where the ghosts cackle
laugh, and shriek
in silly bursts of glee
to scare you and me
who go "trick or treat"
on Hollow's Eve.

So the moral
of this poem is
when trick and treating
stay away
from the gallows
if you don't want
to get
S-P--O---O----K-----E------D!
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 



 

 It's TRUE!square
You know, I read it, IT'S TRUE!
There is an old man on the moon with a clue.
He likes cheese.
He has no keys.
He's not green, apparently not, he's blue.

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)

 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 



 


 

 

 Sonam
her name is Sonam
she stands STRAIGHT and TALL

she moves THIS WAY
she moves THAT WAY

her long black ponytail waves to me

I MELT AWAY

I'm SONAM HAPPY!
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
square
  May 11th 2013

   Sonam: Tibetan word for "lucky" :o)

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 



 

 

 




 

 

 

 

 

 





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Sonam, viens Bébésquare

Sonam viens
assieds-toi là
sur mes genoux


mets ton bras
autour de mon cou

embrasse-moi vite !
j’ai soif de toi !

tes yeux noirs ... creux
ton nez ... mignon
tes joues ... de pêches

ta queue de cheval ... qui ballotte

au galot ...

LET’S GO!


tes épaules
ton dos
tes fesses
tes cuisses


      resplendissent
      m’éblouissent

.

toi
ton regard
m’étoudissent

t’es mon oasis
viens
me désaltérer

.

viens Sonam


viens
 Bébé

- Kenneth A. Joseph Sélin
  le 20 mai 2013
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.

 Sonam, MORE!

.
Sonam,

.what you and I are doing

is helping to FREE Tibet,

but

we NEED to do ...  MORE! (WINK!)

.
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
square
  May 25th 2013

   Sonam: Tibetan word for "lucky" :o)



































































.

 Sonam, coffee?square

Sonam

you take my hands
you look into my eyes
and say
"let's take it SLOW"
.

.

I look into your dark black eyes
at your long black ponytail
the empty coffee cup
our wet clothes on the floor

.

I say
"BOY! 
that was FAST!"
.

.

you look at the empty coffee cup
you look at me
and smile
"but it was SO GOOD!"


smile back
"you're SO RIGHT!"


and we share
another cup of coffee and SMILE!

.
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)

  June 3rd 2013square

   Sonam: Tibetan word for "lucky" :o)












































.

 Sonam, what MORE?

Sonam

we had coffee
.
we had sex

what MORE can we do to FREE Tibet?
.
we did it ALL!
we went ALL THE WAY!

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  June 4th 2013square

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In praise of Sonam,
the Mona Lisa of Tibet
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she is so
beautiful
          so
elegant that she makes
          the goddesses of Antiquity
          squirm with envy

oh, Sonam,
you are SOooo EXQUISITE!

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  June 23rd 2013

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Sonam,
I surrender
square

I surrender

          like the planets to the sun
        like night to day
        like the parched desert to the rain

.

from THE TALLEST MOUNTAIN
         I'm waving A WHITE FLAG for all to see
         I'm at your mercy

.

Sonam,
I only realized after seeing you the 1st time
          I was "awestruck" by you
          when I asked myself (NOT seeing you)
          WHERE is she? 

.

NOT seeing you the 2nd time,
          I thought I would NEVER see you again

.

the 1st time I saw you, I thought I was looking at AN ANGEL
          I could NOT believe my eyes
          I STILL canNOT believe my eyes 

.

IF this is but A DREAM
          I doN'T want to wake up (ha! ha!)

.

when I LQQk at you
          I'm AFRAID of going blind
          2 words come to mind
          THANK YOU!

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  July 13th 2013square

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.
Sonam, my STAR!
square

I see the stars
         I see you

.

you are SO FAR AWAY from me - on the moon
          but I see you

.

I SMILE lQQking at you
          you SMILE back

.

like THE BUDDHA
          I experience NIRVANA

.

I NOW KNOW "enlightenment" comes from A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
          like you

.

I enjoy THE HEAVENLY BLISS when you lQQk at me
          from above



you make me levitate

          you set me FREE!

.

I can FLY!
         when you SMILE at me from on high

.

Tibet will be set FREE
          because you SMILED at me from above

.

you among the stars
          and me on the moon

.

HAPPY as can be because I can see
          my STAR SHINING BRIGHT in the UNIVERSE

.

twinkle! twinkle!
          WINK! WINK! :o)

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  July 18th 2013square

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.
Sonam, mon minou !square

viens,
Sonam


je veux te caresser -
           partout !

prélasse-toi
           sur mes genoux

je veux t’avoir
           sur moi

mon bonheur,
ma joie
           surabondonne

je t’aime TANT, mon minou !
           t’es SI BELLE ! si GRACIEUSE !

LA PLUS BELLE CHATE du monde
           viens t’allonger - ici - sur mes genoux

pourque je puisse te caresser PARTOUT !
           j’ai besoin de ça, tu sais, mon minou !

c’est ça,
          NE te gêne PAS

pour L’AMOUR DU PLAISIR,
          viens d’installer sur mes genoux

c’est ça,
           comme ça

met-toi là,
            repose-toi

nous allons passer du temps ensemble,
            toi et moi, mon minou !

tu sens SI BON
            tes cheveux sont lisses noirs et doux

ton corps félin, ferme et flexible
            je sens ta fraîcheur sur moi

tu commences à me faire sourire,
            jouir, mon minou !

tu sais
            je t’aime

AH ! OUI !
je t’aime, mon minou !

OH ! OUI ! je t’aime aujourd’hui, demain, après-demain,
            POUR TOUJOURS, mon minou !

ENSEMBLE, on goûte LA JOUISSANCE ÉTERNELLE !
            on monte aux cieux et on y reste mon minou, toi et moi

je t’aime TANT !
             tu sais

je t’aime
             POUR TOUJOURS, mon minou !
- Kenneth A. Joseph Sélin
  le 20 juillet 2013
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.
Sonam, my Tibetan bird of paradisesquare
 
Sonam,

when a see A GOLDFINCH
       sometimes seated on telephone pole wire - entertaining me

I SMILE
       knowing it's A GOOD OMEN for me

when I see you
       it's THE SAME THING

you are my Tibetan bird of paradise
       MY HEAVENLY BLISS

you have me grinning
        and peacocking

TWEET! TWEET!
        you are SOooo SWEET! SWEET! 


Bö rang zen - FREE! Tibet
        set my Tibetan bird of paradise ... FREE!

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  July 24th 2013

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.
Sonam, the Queen of Tibetsquare
 
your MAJESTY,
             your subjects are waiting to see you
 
are they all Tibetan buddhists?
              one and all!
 
do they all renounce violence?
              yes, they all do
 
do they sing and dance?
              yes!
 
are they happy?
              one and all!
 
well THEN!
              let them in
 
so they can see THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
              QUEEN of Tibet - that was and ever will be
 
RIGHT AWAY!
              your MAJESTY
 
she asks them:
              WHO do you say I am?
 
"you are THE QUEEN OF TIBET!"
              echoes loudly throughout the huge hall
 
she asks:
              am I BEAUTIFUL?
 
"THE MOST!"
              they thundered!
 
"and so it is" she says SMILING
,
               "and so it is"
 
"let's REJOICE and BE HAPPY
                for I am your Queen and you, my people, the People of Tibet
 
one and all respond
                with JOLLY SMILES
 
an immense, spontaneous applause explodes through out the hall
                 from everyone - including, Sonam, the Queen of Tibet
 
THEY ALL LIVED
                 HAPPILY - EVER AFTER!
 
and that ends THE STORY
                 OF Sonam, THE QUEEN OF TIBET

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  July 25th 2013square

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.
Sonam, my handsquare

it's
a dry,hot
sunny day
on a gravel road
lined with spruce trees

you
look
at me
with pleading eyes and a pout

"Sonam,
 take my hand!" I say
 we're going down this road TOGETHER!

"I hate you
 I hate you SOooo... MUCH
 cuz I can't say no to you
 I hate you
 I hate you"

"I hear you, Baby,
 I hear you.
 NOW, take my hand."

"That's it!
 SQUEEZE it!
 NOW, say,
 'I love you, Ken,
  I do, I really, REALLY DO!
  that's why I hate you SOooo MUCH!'

 "NOW, say,
 'I love you Ken, VERY MUCH!' "

"I love you SOooo VERY MUCH, it HURTS!"

"I know, Baby,
 it hurts me too not to be with you
 that's WHY we have to go down the road of life TOGETHER"

"there's a lake
 around the bend
 we can go for a dip
 THEN, we'll lie in the sun"

"I don't hate you, Ken.
 I love you ... I really, really do"

"Sonam, my hand
 you are SQUEEZING it TOO TIGHT!"

Sonam - SMILING
"I know.
 Love hurts, doesn't it, Ken?"

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  August 11th 2013square

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.
Sonam, meineGöttinsquare
Vom Himmel kommst du zu mir heraus.
Am shönsten bist du.
Wo bist du jetz?
Was nun?

Ich bin dein Pirat.
Wo versteckst du, mein Schatz?
Brauche ich eine Karte, um dich zu finden?

Meine Lippen wollen dich küssen,
meine Ohren deine Stimme hören,
meine Arme deinen Körper quetschen.

Ich beiße mich auf die Lippen
wann ich deinen Popo beißen will.
Ich bin so hungrig für dich, mein Liebling.
Ich vermisse dich so sehr.

Wenn deine Augen blitzen mich,
mein Herz flammt auf;
dann bin ich frolich,
dann fliegt
meine Seele hoch im Himmel.

Ja, klar.
Mit dir bin ich ein Supermann,
mit dir kann ich die Welt erretten,
mit dir halte ich die ganze Welt in meiner Hand.

Bébé, lass mich dein Superman sein, dein Pirat.
Ich will dein Herz stehlen.
Wo bist du mein Schatz?
Ich suche dich.

Lass nichts niemand zwischen uns kommen
denn dich hat Gott mir geschenkt.
Darum, vom Himmel muss du heraus zu mir einkommen,
Sonam, meine Göttin.

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin
  22. August 2013square

   Sonam: ein tibetisches Wort für "glücklich" :o)
































































































































































































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Sonam, il mio solesquare
non me dici "arrivederci"
ma piuttosto
"BUON GIORNO, mi amore"

tu ed io passeremo
un'altra bella giornata insieme
pieno de gioia

il nostro amore l'uno per l'altro
è sempre GIOVANE e FRESCO come tu

andiamo alla spiaggia
per bagnarsi al sole e

faremo l'amore nell'acqua
un'altra volta come d'habitudine, cara mia

come d'abitudine col sorriso d'innocenza
certo, volentiere, con piacere
come un fanciullo

sai?
te volgio bene, assai, assai

ADESSO!
vieni qui, cara mia,
deme un bacio ed un forte abbraccio

me piacciono
la tua bellezza e la tua gioventù
fanno risplendere la vita

devi sapere che questo
è la ragione per laquale,
Sonam, tu sei il mio sole

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin
  il 6 di settembre 2013square

   Sonam: parola tibetana che significa "fortuna" :o)






































































































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Sonam, señoritasquare

para mí,

tú eres una flor tropical

el miel que il oso busca

a decir la verdad,

me encantas

hasta el punto

que deseo agarrar

tu cuerpo fantástico

cayéndo contigo en mis brazos en la cama - ¡desnudos!

dejando todo

en las manos de Dios

amaneciendo junto - agotados, satisfechos y ¡felices!


- PERO -

si quieres

hacerte mia novia,

debes servirte de mi nombre, Ken
,

ka-e-ene, ¿entiendes?

ojalá,

¡que sí!
:o)

a tus ordenes,
señorita


- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin
  el 13 de septiembre, 2013square

   Sonam: palabra tibetana que significa "suerte" :o)
















































































































































































.
Sonam, THAT gorgeous GIRL from Tibetsquare
 
thought she was SMART.

she did. :o)

she thought she could OUTWIT ME.

she did.
:o)

but

we FELL IN LOVE.

we did,

I and Sonam,

THAT gorgeous GIRL from Tibet.

when she smiles,

I smile.

when I look grim,

she smiles

and chases my blues away,

Sonam, THAT gorgeous GIRL from Tibet

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  September 20th 2013square

   Sonam: Tibetan word for "lucky" :o)













































































































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Sonam, où es tu ?square

je te cherche derrière les arbres d’érable
    d’automne avec ses feuilles déchues
où es tu ?

je scrute les nuages pour ton visage
où es tu ?

je regarde au fond du lac
    en écoutant les vagues
    claque le rebord de la plage pour ta trace
où es tu ?

le Grand Bouddha m’a dit
    tu n’es que l’ombre de mon désir de quitter ma solitude

je crie
PAS VRAI !
PAS VRAI ! il ment

viens remplacer ma solitude
viens me donner ta main
    demain nous attend
où es tu ?

ton corps va m faire du bien
j’ai soif
viens me rassasier

Chérie,
j’ai besoin de toi
Jésus Christ, je vous salue Marie

c’est dimanche
je te cherche
où es tu ?

- Kenneth A. Joseph Sélin
  le 22 septembre 2013
square

   Sonam : mot tibétain pour "la chance" :o)


















































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Princess Mariansquare

Princess Marian,

you got me on my knees

begging mercy please


touch my hand

touch my heart

touch me there


you're my Snow White

let me be your prince

let's walk into the sunset

with the sun shining and the clouds smiling


talk with me

walk with me

hold my hand

kiss me... blissfully


when you look at me

I feel so young... so gay...

let's walk... talk... kiss... some more


Princess Marian,

you're THE ONE I adore

un regalo de Dios

un don du Bon Dieu

một món quà từ Thiên Chúa


Princess Marian,

tôi ngưỡng mộ

je t'adore

te adoro


Princess Marian,

tôi yêu bạn

te amo

je t'm


con etas palabras, te doy un beso

avec ses paroles, je t'embrasse

với những lời, tôi hôn bạn

with these words, I kiss you
Princess Marian

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 9th 2015

















































































.
pourquoi toi ?square

dès que je t’ai vu
j’ai pas compris
les affinités
j’allais avoir por ti


le doute s’installe
m’effleure
19 ans je veux que tu me mentes
déjà ton coeur me trahit


ton regard s’arrache
à mon corps
ton sourire me dévoile
je suis tout nu


tes paroles me font jouir
ta bonne humeur scelle mon sort
je suis pris
dans ton piège


je le sais
je n’aurais du répit
je jouis déjà de toi
je suis pris


je te vois à travers les barreux
prends pitié
et là, tu le sais
et tu ris comme une affolée ?


et je suis désolé
tu m’as soumis
tu me réjouis
et qu’est-ce tu fais ?


tu te caches !


pourquoi, chéri,
tại sao ?


sois brave
ne t’affole pas
c’est seulement moi...

- Kenneth A. Joseph Sélinsquare
  le 21 juin 2015


































































































.
help!square

I have a crush on you

a crush that's making me blue!

and 

I don't know what to do


stand still?

stand back?

what to do?


you run *at* me

I can barely say

"help! 

 au secours !"


I can't run

I can't hide

cuz I have a crush on you

a crush on you that's making me blue!



embrace you?

kiss you?

smile or cry?

is that what you want me to do, Marian?


my dilemma... is you!

my refugee Baby

help!

au secours!

I'm falling for you

.

bang!

.

here I am 

on the ground

.

on my bum

bummed out

.grounded by you


you knock me down

je suis terrassé, B
ébé


help me up

au secours!


Marian, 

I got what *I* want
I want you...
mon amour

je t'aime
au secours!

Baby,

*don't* read the POST SCRIPTUMs 
cuz I know you'll hate me then

Baby,

I know you will, 
that
's how that's going 
to go and that'll make me blue!


POST-SCRIPTUM
I met you on Friday, May 22nd, 
and ever since then, like Tom Jones 
says "I can't stop loving you". Baby, I can't

help me, Baby

you're driving me crazy

I'm losing my mind - over you

POST-POST-SCRIPTUM
Marian,
I wrote you this poem
cuz I want to make you mine!

notre affaire, Bébé, c'est une affaire de coeur another heart

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 22nd 2015











































































































































.
Vietnameseblisssquare

by the Ganges
we held hands
we kissed
our bodies did 
what they had to do - to know 
bliss


I knelt down
and you kicked me

then
you jumped in - after me

now 
we live 
in Paradise

you say: I love you

I say: but, you kicked me

you laugh

we hold hands

we kiss

our bodies do 

what they have to do - to know bliss

in Paradise

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  July 26th 2015





































































































































.
I lQQked...square

I lQQked
under the mountain...
you weren't there


I lQQked
up in the air...
you weren't there


I turned around
and
there you were

smiling at me
making me feel SILLY
forcing me to smile too

THEN,
I kissed you
you hugged me
saying, "Don't leave me."

NOW,
I don't have to
lQQk for you anymore

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  August 28th 2015



















































































































































.
my Vietnamese refugee Babysquare

I lQQked for you
up down and around

gone!

I lQQked
in the mirror
lost!

then
I saw you, my sunshine
running towards me

I looked in the mirror
happy!

now
that you are back
at my side

you saved my life
how to thank you?

my sunshine
my joy
my everything

my Vietnamese refugee Baby

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  September 13th 2015






























































































































.
Bella CIAO!square

she turned her back to me
and walked away

I felt the COLDNESS of the wind
slap my face

the BITTERNESS in her eyes
showed

it had nothing to do with we
it made me sad

young and bitter 
and NOT sweet 

Bella CIAO!


she left me
in the COLD


I don’t care

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  October 6th 2015






































































































































.
then, you SMILE!
I changed my mind

squareI want to die
I want to die - in your arms

when they ask you
WHO is he?
OR
WHO was he?

you say...
"he was my Dad,
the dad I didn't have
he made me HAPPY!
the sex was... *indescribably* GOOD!
we hungered for each other"

then, you SMILE!

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  October 24th 2015




















































.

Marian, do you care?
this poem is...

square
pour (poor) toi (twah), for you,
mi (mee) amor (ah-mor), my LUV

Marian Ken
XO you and me


I wonder...

do you look for me?
do you thirst for me?
do you want me?
do you want me to satisfy you?
does your body ache for me?
can you really forget me?

I wonder

me in you
like a key in a lock
locked TIGHT!
that's the way it should be

YOU and ME :o) Marian Ken xo

let's find ourselves a dark place
where the sun don't shine
and enjoy ourselves
what do you say? :o)

May is just around the corner
and April is not far away
Happy Birthday, my LUV, mi amor
(that's Spanish for my love)
pour (poor) toi (twah)
(now, that's French, for you)

je (jerh) t'aime (tehm)
(that's French too!)
for I love you

why are we not in bed
under the sheets
me holding you
tight

rocking...
to and fro...
to and fro...
back and forth...
I don't know,
but I wonder

why IS the sky BLUE?
why AM I BLUE - without you?

I wonder

do you care, Marian?

COME!
KISS ME... QUICK!
give me your tongue
and don't let me GO!
HOLD ME... TIGHT!
TIGHTER!
my LUV
mi amor

ohhh... YEAH!!!
THE SWEET SPOT, YOU FOUND IT!
THANK YOU! 

THANK YOU! 
I'm SATISFIED NOW :o)

you're AWESOME

oh... YES, YOU ARE!

you make me HAPPY!
you make me GAY!
you make me GLAD!
you put A SMILE on my face
how can I forget you, Marian?
mi amor

do you care, Marian?

I wonder

MORE Vietnamese, please...
fresh...
and ready... to GO! (ha! ha!)

what can I say?
I can't get enough of you
you leave me wanting MORE!

you tell me with a smile and a grin

but Ken,
YOU *CAN'T* HAVE... MORE

then...
to make matters worse
you laugh...
HEARTILY at me (ha! ha! ha!)
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
square
  February 7th 2016




































































































































.
WE LAUGHED!square

we met

WE LAUGHED!

we did the dirty deed :o)

EXHAUSTED!

WE LAUGHED

some more (ha! ha! ha!)

on the floor

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  February 7th 2016













































.
Marian, don't square

Honey,
go ahead

and cheat @ cards

cheat the tax man, too!

but

Honey,

don't cheat @ love

you're afraid
to OPEN THE DOOR to your heart

you want to play it safe
for your Mother's sake - you say

WHAT ABOUT MY SAKE?

Marian, you're right
it might NOT work out

you say:
WHY BOTHER?

you're right

GO AHEAD, Marian
LOCK THE DOOR for Christ's sake

but

THROW ME
THE DAMN KEY
for love of God and country :o)

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  July 12th 2016






























































.
Santa made me crysquare


Hi 
Marian,


I wrote Santa, early,
requesting my dearest
Christmas wish



Santa wrote back
to me


saying
he could NOT do that
for me



deliever you
to me
on Christmas Day



I CRIED and CRIED
when I read that



Bye


I, still,
caN'T stop CRYING





Ken


- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  November 23rd 2016




































































































.
she LAUGHED at me
me in her
suckering her nipples
and her looking down
LAUGHING at me

.
she SCREAMED
IN ECSTASY
looking down
LAUGHING at me
.
THEN, she flew away
that is what she did

.
she LAUGHED at me

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  May 31st 2017


























































































































.
because
DO IT!
because he said so
.
he was
a goon or a god?

.
I doN'T know.
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  May 31st 2017









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.


.













.
felt good
she KISSED ME
.
and LEFT ME
.
that felt good
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  May 31st 2017



























































































































.
beer cans
I pick beer cans
for a dime
.
you should, too!
if you have the time
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  May 31st 2017























































.
POOR BOY
he stucked out his hand
and said:
"MORE! Please."
but there was
NO MORE to give

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  May 31st 2017


















































































































































































.
c du JOUAL
ÇAFÉQUE,
tu peux PAS faire ça
.
P-O-U-R-Q-U-O-I, maman ?
.
PARCE QUE !
.
Tu vas me mettre
EN BEAU JOUALVERT.
.
Si ! Si !
EN BEAU JOUALVERT.
.
Tu veux PAS ÇA !
.
NON, maman.
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  May 31st 2017





















































































.
2 years later
Marian,
You were happy to see me.
I was reacting to you.
.
But it is correct to say
we're LUCKY we met.
.
But your Mother and money,
or lack of money
got in the way.
.
2 years later,
you should know better.
:o)
.tter.
When you want something,
you stick you neck out
and go for it.


Ken

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  May 31st 2017























































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Jesus, Mary, THE BOSSsquare
.
Jesus, my son,
they have NO MORE WINE.

But Mother Mary, dearest,
my time hasn't come.

Jesus, a good son
listens to his Mom.

YES! Mother Mary, dearest.

Jesus turned water
into wine.

And EVERYONE
had A GOOD TIME
drinking THE BEST WINE.

It was truly DIVINE!

And EVERYONE said:
"THANK YOU, Jesus."

He said:
"You can THANK MY MOTHER,
Mary dearest."
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  May 31st 2017
































































































.
BANG! BANG! rapesquare
to gratify her boss
she takes it
in the mouth
in between the legs
and up the arse
BECAUSE SHE HAS NO CHOICE

her husband is unemployed
she's a young mother of 3
and her boss knows it

he gets his gratification
she gets to keep her job

is she lucky?

she's MY wife
I'm NOT HAPPY
I'm collateral damage

she gets to keep her job
he gets his gratification

but WHAT can I do?

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 1st 2017
















































































































.
foolsquare
tell me
you love me
.
and I'll tell you
you're a fool
.
because
you're too young
and I'm too old
.
I'm taller
you're shorter
.
your hands
are short and stubby
mine are not
.
you're wider,
shorter, and bigger
.
I'm narrower,
slimmer, and taller
.
you have lovely, long,
dark, black hair
.
I don't
.
your smile
lights me up
.
I feel like a fool
to not pursue you
.
smilingly,
you look at me
and say
.
"I love you."
.
you love a fool
who's lucky
to be loved
by a fool
like you
.
you're Asian
I'm Caucasian
.
LET'S BLEND
.
and not look back :o)

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 4th 2017

























































































.
lips to thighssquare
you have lips
that I love to kiss
a tongue to suck

a beautiful bum
to squeeze

a big body
to keep me warm at night

and nice thighs to bite

and a smile
that lights me up
from head to toe

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  June 1st 2017



































































.
come AGAIN!square
did I come to early?
.
no! no! don't worry
.
RELAX!
.
I'll
help you
.
I
promise
.
because
you want to?
.
I
WANT TO.
.
you
want me
to come again?
.
YES! YES!
.
AGAIN! and AGAIN!
.
because
you love me?
.
because
I love what you do to me

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 4th 2017

























































































.
should?
should
(I or) you

take off your glasses,

would I recognize you?
.
should
(I or) you
take off your 
top and bra,
would I recognize you?
.
should 
(
I or)
you
take off skirt and panites,

would I recognize you?
.
I never saw you naked

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  
June 4th 2017



























































































































.
beggingsquare
she begs me
to take her to bed
.
she,
so young, willing, and ready

I,
so old, verile, and steady

.
she says
I make her happy
in bed
.
we wed
.
because
she begs me

to take her to bed
.
the children
keep coming
.
because
she keeps begging me
to take her to bed
.
the children
think it funny
.
that mommy and daddy
enjoy their time in bed
.
they laugh and giggle
.
because
we enjoy
our time in bed

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 4th 2017
































































































































.
to McDonald's!square
McDonald's
is where I'm going

to find my future bride
.
she
might be
white, yellow,
red,
black,
brown, or blue
African, Asian, or Caucasian
any of those colours, races will do
.
but
McDonald's
is where I'm going

to find my future bride
.
she
might be
from the moon, mars, or pluto

any of those planets will do
.
but
McDonald's
is where I'm going

to find my future bride
.
she
might be
short, tall, slim, or chubby

any of those sizes will do
.
she 
might be
a dumb, dumpy CIA agent in training
.
or
.
a smart, cute, young, feisty, Russian agent
with a killer's instinct
.
I really don't care
.
all
I know

I'm going to find
my future bride at McDonald's
.
where
my senior's coffee

is a dollar five and
the 2nd cup
is FREE!

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 4th 2017









































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..
Señorita roja,
eres una cereza jugosa
que quiero comer
.
sin cocinar
sin sal
sin pimienta
.
desnuda
.
cruda
.
¡Que mujer jugosa!
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 4th 2017





































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.
la Virgen, Maria
me hizo
el segno de la cruz
.
en la frente
.
con el pulgar
.
diciendo ...
.
"Debes ayudar
  a los pobres de la tierra.
.
  Es tu deber.
.
  Soy tu madre."
- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 4th 2017

















































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 .
la Hey! BROsquare
"we, THE HOMELESS,
are ALL 
BROs @ the shelter
.
some push walkers
some use a cane
(some use crutches)
some are in wheel chairs
.
some have a leg missing
(some times both)
.
some are fully dressed
some less so
.
A HAGGARD LOT we are
for some are clean shaven
but more are not
.
some walk
some hobble holding a cane
some shift from side to side like a snake
.
some piss (or shit) inside
in the hallway (or the stairwell) and outside
.
some hang their head down down
others look ahead and stare
.
they have been to many places
done many things
in the past
.
today,
they sit, wait, look, and stare
passing their time by force of habit
outside or inside in front of the TV
.
for company
they have the regulars ...
- the lice
- the mice
- the bed bugs
.square
and THE FOOD aint great
a dog would think twice before it ate any of it
(the best you can hope for is that it is not to bad)
.
they
- spit
- cough
- hack
- smoke
- toke
- take crac
- drink booze
.
on the street,
they'll put their hand out
for a nickle, dime, or quarter
.
I don't do THAT
.
I pick
beer cans instead
.
no shame in THAT
.
it works out to $1 an hour
.
when my hand scares the rat
in the trash can past midnight
.
I know its time
to head back
to where MY
BROS are
.
it could be worse
we could be on skid row
.
some know
they're at the end of the road
they just they want to spend their time
waiting, watching, and staring until the end
.
others
are looking forward
to moving out and moving on
.
many
will see
the nurse
for their pills
for their ills, aches, pains, and open sores
.
some
will go
the hospital
in the ambulance
more than once
.
some
will be told
they're dying
and wait it out
.
others
will find
a cheap room
outside the shelter
to fade away in
.
because
they'll eat like a bird
.
because
THE SYSTEM CHOKES THEM
.
until
their steps
get heavier
and they're forced
to drag their feet looking lost
.
that's
how they fade away
.
that's
how 
MY BROs
go INTO THE FOG
.
they'll STOP
to spit,
to cough,
and hack
.
TIRED OF HAVING SO LITTLE
.
they'll STOP
in their tracks
and lay down on the sidewalk
.
as the busy people
pass them by on the street
.
the Police and ambulance
will come by to pronounce them dead
.
they'll have
no expression on their face
.
their eyes
will be closed shut
.
they just
wanted to rest -
one last time
.
as the world passes them by
.
complain or cry
they can't any more

with their mojo gone!
.
they lay down and give up - for the final time
.
of couse,
each death is A VICTORY FOR THE SYSEM

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  June 6th 2017




















  






















































































.
Kimberly
on a bough
I hung my heart for all to see

along comes Kimberly

see grabs it

and tosses it into Nassau Lake
to much applause and laughter

I awake
alone in bed
with two words in my head

MARRY ME! :o)

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)
  (the boy from Nassau Lake, ON)square
  July 13th 2017




































































































.
Du sucre à crême, s.v.p.
Jésus,
mon p'tit Christ
(après tout on est des amis) :o)

Je veux que tu sache que
je suis comme un p'tit oiseau
à la levée du soleil,
avec le bec en l`air,
regardant le ciel bleu clair
avalant des graines TOUT JOYEUX

CONFIANT
que le monde est beau et bon
lorsque je mange du sucre à crême.

La seule chose qui me manque ici,
au Paradis,
c`est du sucre à crême
de ma tant, Irène. :o(

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (sé'léine)square
  le 24 juillet 2017








































































































































ZWOOSH!

There's 
A HOLE in THE DIKE,
dear Martha,
dear Martha.


There's A HOLE in 
THE DIKE,
dear Martha,
dear Martha.


"LET IT BE!"

"LET IT BE!"

"LET theÉ(eh)PC BE!"

cried THE FREEDOM LOVERS.

"LET IT BE!"


ZWOOSH!
went THE DIKE
of ELITIST, CROOKED,
FASCIST Police state FASCISM


EVERYBODY CHEERED!


HURRAY!


HURRAH!


Babies grinned with GLEE!


Parents
looked at their children
and SMILED - CONTENTEDLY.


In its aftermath,
DEMOCRACY that makes
THE PEOPLE HAPPY, RICH, and FREE!


From CROOKED Police state FASCISM
to DEMOCRACY SERVING YOU 100%

thanks to theÉ(eh)PC

in
ONE
BIG S-W-O-O-S-H!

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  August 3rd 2017




















































































Daniella
tu sonrisa aprieta la luz

de hecho,
tú eres una bombilla
que transmite luz

me gusta tu manera de ser
dame tu mano
¡mejor!
dame tu corazón
ten piedad de mí

Madre de Dios,
tengo sed por ella
voy morrir de hambre
si ella no me alimenta su teta
que culo ¡espéndido!
que tenga piedad de mí, Daniella

estoy sufriendo por ella
esa muñeca, linda, de Columbia
esa creatura bendita que se llama Daniella

- Kenneth A. Joseph Selin (say'leen)square
  el 5 de octubre 2017