Pantoum Poems.

[ledio]

Kjo teme eshte per pantoum poems. (nuk e di se si thuhet ne Shqip).

Pantoum, has four stanzas with lines set up as follows:
1234.... 2546.... 5768.... 7381

Nuk e di a e kuptoni keshtu qe po e nis une.


The love reflects off your eyes
Bringing sensual energy to the room
I love the way the butterfly flies
To your side at the sun of noon

Bringing sensual energy to the room
Your body glows with anticipation
To your side at the sun of noon
You shake my soul at its foundation

Your body glows with anticipation
As I marvel at God's creation
You shake my soul at its foundation
You bring out all of natures sensations

As I marvel at God's creation
I love the way the butterfly flies
You bring out all of natures sensations
The love reflects off your eyes

[ledio]

"I am sorry."
Clinton speaks to the survivors of Tuskogee.
He looks four black men in the eye,
Sums up 65 years of misery.

Clinton speaks to the survivors of Tuskogee,
While in Seattle,
Summing up 38 years of misery,
A homeless Arab is set on fire.

While in Seattle
Two 12 year old boys
Set a homeless man on fire;
Restless, no one caring where they were.

Two 12 year old boys,
Taken to court, taken seriously, now -- too late.
Restless, no one caring where they were.
We take responsibility easily after a crime.

Taken to court, taken seriously, now -- too late.
Act for the right, before the wrong.
We take responsibility easily after a crime.
If we change, we won't have to tell such things.

Act for the right before the wrong.
Look all the world in the eye.
If we change, we won't have to say
"I am sorry."

[ledio]

Ja edhe nje e vogel:


evening falls
kitty watches
in the window
waiting, waiting

kitty watches
ever patient
waiting, waiting
all alone

ever patient
in the window
all alone
evening falls

[ledio]

Our lives avoided tragedy
Simply by going on and on,
Without end and with little apparent meaning.
Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.

Simply by going on and on
We managed. No need for the heroic.
Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.
I don't remember all the particulars.

We managed. No need for the heroic.
There were the usual celebrations, the usual sorrows.
I don't remember all the particulars.
Across the fence, the neighbors were our chorus.

There were the usual celebrations, the usual sorrows
Thank god no one said anything in verse.
The neighbors were our only chorus,
And if we suffered we kept quiet about it.