Poetry
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Trigger_Andy
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Ok but Im not to sure because its about Muay Thai and you kinda have to be familiar with some of the terminology...kinda like mechanic speak but about MT.
If you dont understand any of the words or terms just ask me.
Its called orchids and oil.
orchids... we wear them getting into the ring and
oil because we use boxing linament to warm up the muscles and it also takes away the sting of impact.
Anyway hear it goes...it reads like a poem so just left it flow.
Orchids and Oil
Our land she bears no fruit
and the crop will now fall,
middlemen and markets
dont wait on idol stalls.
If I do not rise and leave
then I know my sister will,
to close her eyes and lose her pride
so we can pay the bill.
The blessed monk he sees me
before my Wai to all,
The train it takes me near to hear
the stadiums eternal call.
Bangkok lights sting my eyes
with the poisoned tuk tuk air.
As I wipe my eyes with my familys hope
on these shoulders I now bare.
The baht it weighs heavy
in the hot in Lumpinee air,
I step the rope like a champion
as only champions dare.
I dance to the rhythm
of the sacred step.
I remember my Kru
and knowledge
which I have always kept.
When he gave it to me
to honour our proud past
I promised to give it too
and in our peoples it will last.
The moth it flies high
to kiss the stadium light,
I Nak Muay
now stand ready to fight
The ringing bell calls us
to our deadly embrace
who was once my Thai brother
now an enemy I must face.
Two scorpions we dance
like a violent sweet ballet
crowds urge me forward
to snatch victory away,
As we move to tunes
of the ancient song
The sok reigns down on me
I see my Mongkon
Blessed it protects me
from the stings of 3000 years
I must rise and fight
to save my familys tears.
The chess game it ends
with our last fierce embrace
His Bananarama! gives way
to a 100mph pace.
A quick glance to him laying
With that frozen broken stare
I feel for his family
as their cupboards will stay bare.
The crowd now chant my name
for this primal deed Ive done
Ive earned them many riches
Im now a stadium son.
A smiling old man collects baht
as he did not guess,
he recognized Muay Lek
in our violent game of chess.
I now return home
to expel all hollow fear,
the money I have bled
will keep us til next year,
My sister stays pure and clean
and will have her wedding day,
Forever she remembers my sacrifice
as we grow old and grey.
As the Siam moon she turns
our gods have taken my best years,
I cant go on forever
or risk the stadiums jeers.
The crowds will no longer love me
if I cannot win their hearts,
but baht and bet have entwined
and enslaved this noble art.
So if when you see me in the field
or stamp the blooded mat,
Know my name forever
on this mortal coil
as forever I stay chained.........
by orchids and oil.
By
Wayne Byrne
If you dont understand any of the words or terms just ask me.
Its called orchids and oil.
orchids... we wear them getting into the ring and
oil because we use boxing linament to warm up the muscles and it also takes away the sting of impact.
Anyway hear it goes...it reads like a poem so just left it flow.
Orchids and Oil
Our land she bears no fruit
and the crop will now fall,
middlemen and markets
dont wait on idol stalls.
If I do not rise and leave
then I know my sister will,
to close her eyes and lose her pride
so we can pay the bill.
The blessed monk he sees me
before my Wai to all,
The train it takes me near to hear
the stadiums eternal call.
Bangkok lights sting my eyes
with the poisoned tuk tuk air.
As I wipe my eyes with my familys hope
on these shoulders I now bare.
The baht it weighs heavy
in the hot in Lumpinee air,
I step the rope like a champion
as only champions dare.
I dance to the rhythm
of the sacred step.
I remember my Kru
and knowledge
which I have always kept.
When he gave it to me
to honour our proud past
I promised to give it too
and in our peoples it will last.
The moth it flies high
to kiss the stadium light,
I Nak Muay
now stand ready to fight
The ringing bell calls us
to our deadly embrace
who was once my Thai brother
now an enemy I must face.
Two scorpions we dance
like a violent sweet ballet
crowds urge me forward
to snatch victory away,
As we move to tunes
of the ancient song
The sok reigns down on me
I see my Mongkon
Blessed it protects me
from the stings of 3000 years
I must rise and fight
to save my familys tears.
The chess game it ends
with our last fierce embrace
His Bananarama! gives way
to a 100mph pace.
A quick glance to him laying
With that frozen broken stare
I feel for his family
as their cupboards will stay bare.
The crowd now chant my name
for this primal deed Ive done
Ive earned them many riches
Im now a stadium son.
A smiling old man collects baht
as he did not guess,
he recognized Muay Lek
in our violent game of chess.
I now return home
to expel all hollow fear,
the money I have bled
will keep us til next year,
My sister stays pure and clean
and will have her wedding day,
Forever she remembers my sacrifice
as we grow old and grey.
As the Siam moon she turns
our gods have taken my best years,
I cant go on forever
or risk the stadiums jeers.
The crowds will no longer love me
if I cannot win their hearts,
but baht and bet have entwined
and enslaved this noble art.
So if when you see me in the field
or stamp the blooded mat,
Know my name forever
on this mortal coil
as forever I stay chained.........
by orchids and oil.
By
Wayne Byrne
wow impressive, i was expecting something 2,3 maybe 4 verses long but that is very impressive, as far as i know/understand about poetry its about the individual, what you feel, think and your imagination, keep at it.
ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
no car - buts its gotta be a mopar!
no car - buts its gotta be a mopar!
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Trigger_Andy
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I didnt know it would have that much impact Im very flattered...Thank you I will take that as a compliment!! -
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