Yokohama Poem by Peter Strugnell
Yokohama
I close my eyes the waves break along the beach,
I let my spirit rise and drift out of reach.
At my feet I have a mountain of questions,
they echo back across the shore.
I follow the winds that cross the desert plain,
I soar with eagles, I rise above the pain
& my boots are filled with a mountain of questions,
they echo back across the floor
I lay my head & my arms down on the cool sand,
it brings relief to the troubled soul of the damned
and my pockets are full with a mountain of questions,
they echo and chill me to the core.
I kiss your lips & walk out across the wold,
I long for the life of the Yokohama of old.
My baggage is heavy with a mountain of questions,
they echo & echo once more
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'I have been reading a little history of the world war II, for three hundred there were colonies but over a short time it changed. Instead of playing tennis and polo in the clubs, the times would change.
The title came to my mind and has nothing to do with my reading that is not related to Yokohama. More later.
You are on a foreign beach and you can hear the waves. You are a soldier and you are meeting your fate.
The buzz is and I say fuck I don´t care
I am boy Lisz and they say I scare
Leave me alone in my dance, my own trance
I am fat, old and getting bold
My eyes are sad but inside myself i am glad
Leave me alone in my dance, my own trance
They want to move me cause I don´t groove
I am dressed to kill for you Bill
So fuck away mister ashtray
Leave me alone in my dance, my own trance'
words of Ingolfur Bjornsson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 12:03:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I let my spirit rise and drift out of reach. They echo & echo once more. I long for the life of the Yokohama of old. Very amazing expression is shared in amazing mind. Wise poem! ...10
Your very kind thank you Kumarmani Mahakul :)