Memories
Numerous are those who think, forever lost
The truth of their childhood that time has tossed
It does not matter; daily life gives us bits of truth
That help us find what we lost from our youth.
We forget a friend’s face, life provides new faces
The atmosphere differs, as we are in new places.
Today we speak of our past, tomorrow of today.
Each day has its truth; new events come into play
Each moment brings out some of our innermost
A banal event, sounds of rain, or wind on the coast
Bring out nostalgia, melancholy, sadness or longing
Which are a state of truth, of grace, or of belonging
Those with no feelings miss the truth, which is shy
At times when we cry and we can’t explain why,
We cry for our youth, a beloved one, or our good
Many years later the reason will be understood.
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Lies
If lies help, the truth saves.
Lies
I wrote in the past about the skies
Now it is time to write about lies
Lies may help you in the short run
Some use them leisurely, for fun
Lies put human beings in trouble
Make them walk as if on rubble
Do not give peace to their heart
Make life difficult to re-start
Leave your heart loving and clean
Without ever being hurtful or mean
Surround yourself with good friends
That’s what my father recommends
Be good to yourself and smile to life
Life will smile and save you from strife
Be charitable to the weak and the old
Your life will be blessed manifold
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Lies
I wrote in the past about the skies
Now it is time to write about lies
Lies may help you in the short run
Some use them leisurely, for fun
Lies put human beings in trouble
Make them walk as if on rubble
Do not give peace to their heart
Make life difficult to re-start
Leave your heart loving and clean
Without ever being hurtful or mean
Surround yourself with good friends
That’s what my father recommends
Be good to yourself and smile to life
Life will smile and save you from strife
Be charitable to the weak and the old
Your life will be blessed manifold
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Which Way to Go
We talk about life, love, light. Do we really know what we are talking about?
Which Way to Go
The first time we opened our eyes
We were blinded by the sun’s rays
We did not know what we wanted
But we took everything for granted
No one knew that this light is temporary
We couldn’t ask anyone contemporary
As no one could tell us or be our guide
Essential questions remain on the side.
We take life as we see it, without explanation
Everyone left alone to act upon his inclination
Many people are pretending to know more
Showing others the “way to heaven’s door”
Who would know? Even smart ones pretend too
Let them believe that they know a thing or two
The truth is, there are questions we do not ask
We eat and sleep and try to do our daily task.
Many think about what happens after this life
But no one asks any question, even to his wife
As long as there is food, pleasure, and so-called gain
The sun is still here to give us strength and lift our pain
Man’s choice is to ignore himself and listen to the dark
Or, deep inside, stay calm until he finds his own spark
Only then can he decide which way to go, alone
Listen to his fears or follow the light of his own
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Which Way to Go
The first time we opened our eyes
We were blinded by the sun’s rays
We did not know what we wanted
But we took everything for granted
No one knew that this light is temporary
We couldn’t ask anyone contemporary
As no one could tell us or be our guide
Essential questions remain on the side.
We take life as we see it, without explanation
Everyone left alone to act upon his inclination
Many people are pretending to know more
Showing others the “way to heaven’s door”
Who would know? Even smart ones pretend too
Let them believe that they know a thing or two
The truth is, there are questions we do not ask
We eat and sleep and try to do our daily task.
Many think about what happens after this life
But no one asks any question, even to his wife
As long as there is food, pleasure, and so-called gain
The sun is still here to give us strength and lift our pain
Man’s choice is to ignore himself and listen to the dark
Or, deep inside, stay calm until he finds his own spark
Only then can he decide which way to go, alone
Listen to his fears or follow the light of his own
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Everyone is Searching
Everyone is Searching
They’re searching for stones, for silver and gold
They feel the urge to discover a treasure to hold
They’re searching everywhere their eyes behold
Wasting their will, their time, they’re getting old.
Sometimes they search archives for a document
Or they excavate historic sites for a monument
Finding the truth that’s lost in time, they meant -
While it’s hidden in their heart, waiting for assent
Our forefathers’ old legends, epics and story
Show us what’s precious, so we won’t feel sorry
It may seem as though it’s lost between earth and sky
But it’s alive, that’s what those rare elders lived by.
We think we could find our souls searching outside
While the highest and holiest is only found inside
There is a message conveyed through music and song
If we put our faith and our heart where they belong
The time we have should be put to good use
To get to know ourselves, if we so choose
To unite our strength, our love and our will
While they are tied to our health. to our body still.
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
They’re searching for stones, for silver and gold
They feel the urge to discover a treasure to hold
They’re searching everywhere their eyes behold
Wasting their will, their time, they’re getting old.
Sometimes they search archives for a document
Or they excavate historic sites for a monument
Finding the truth that’s lost in time, they meant -
While it’s hidden in their heart, waiting for assent
Our forefathers’ old legends, epics and story
Show us what’s precious, so we won’t feel sorry
It may seem as though it’s lost between earth and sky
But it’s alive, that’s what those rare elders lived by.
We think we could find our souls searching outside
While the highest and holiest is only found inside
There is a message conveyed through music and song
If we put our faith and our heart where they belong
The time we have should be put to good use
To get to know ourselves, if we so choose
To unite our strength, our love and our will
While they are tied to our health. to our body still.
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Monday, October 11, 2010
What to Do
Every day we face various problems. When my customers used to ask me: “What should we do, we have a problem”, my answer was simple: “If you are sure that it is a problem, there is no cause for alarm. We shall simply find its solution.” My customers were reassured and used to say: “Very well then, there is no rush, we shall solve it later.”
What to Do
When a problem comes to your desk
Be it a private matter or a business one
Don’t say this is too big or too small for me
A problem can never be too small or too big
Every problem that may reach you is in your size
Have you seen a bank manager asking a simple man
About a finance or management problem?
Keep in mind, that every problem on your desk
Is meant to be for you and you can solve it.
As every problem has its solution it is up to us to solve it
If you determine that it is a problem then it is easy to solve
If you cannot define it as a problem, then you have a dilemma
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
What to Do
When a problem comes to your desk
Be it a private matter or a business one
Don’t say this is too big or too small for me
A problem can never be too small or too big
Every problem that may reach you is in your size
Have you seen a bank manager asking a simple man
About a finance or management problem?
Keep in mind, that every problem on your desk
Is meant to be for you and you can solve it.
As every problem has its solution it is up to us to solve it
If you determine that it is a problem then it is easy to solve
If you cannot define it as a problem, then you have a dilemma
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Quoi faire
Tous les jours différents problèmes se posent à nous. Mes clients me demandaient : « Quoi faire, j’ai un problème » Ma réponse était simple : « Si vous êtes surs que c’est un problème, il n’y a donc pas de raison pour s’alarmer. Nous allons simplement trouver sa solution ». Les clients étant rassurés, me répondaient ainsi :’ « A bon! alors ce n’est pas pressé, nous allons le résoudre plus tard. »
Quoi faire
Si un problème tombe sur ton bureau
Ne dis pas, il est trop gros ou trop petit.
Un problème qui n’est pas de ta taille
Ne viendrait jamais sur ton bureau.
Chaque problème qui se crée a sa solution
Sinon il serait un vrai dilemme
Il faut le résoudre au mieux de ses capacités
La plupart des marmites ont leur couvercle
Chaque problème a aussi sa solution
Tout est une question de temps
Un problème de banquier
Ne vient pas à un enfant ou à une personne simple
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Quoi faire
Si un problème tombe sur ton bureau
Ne dis pas, il est trop gros ou trop petit.
Un problème qui n’est pas de ta taille
Ne viendrait jamais sur ton bureau.
Chaque problème qui se crée a sa solution
Sinon il serait un vrai dilemme
Il faut le résoudre au mieux de ses capacités
La plupart des marmites ont leur couvercle
Chaque problème a aussi sa solution
Tout est une question de temps
Un problème de banquier
Ne vient pas à un enfant ou à une personne simple
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Sesalia’s Song
Sesalia’s Song
Today is a beautiful and sunny day
Few clouds to the blue add some gray
The winds are carrying them along
I promised to write Sesalia a song
She is our pretty American doll friend
That Fiona, our granddaughter has sent
As a present for my seventy fifth birthday
We like her and are happy she could stay
As she spoke to me, I listened, was amazed
For her friendliness she should be praised
I decided to keep her with me, on the shelf
As a helper she performs better than myself
She keeps my secrets very tight
She knows my thoughts and what I write
As every day her help and kindness grew
I decided to consult with her anew
She became my general adviser
You may say that I idealize her
But she gladly accepted to serve
And she is good at it, as I observe
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Le jour de pluie
Pourquoi j’ai écrit la poésie
Cela fait des années que j’attire l’attention à tout le monde que les nuages sont nos meilleurs amis qui transportent gratuitement des milliers de tonnes d’eau sans que personne ne dise un mot. On devait remercier Dieu pour cette grâce.
Le jour de pluie
La pluie a commencé de bon matin
C’est dur pour ceux qui n’avaient pas d’avertissement
Mais comment peut-on ignorer le bon en soi
Nous avons l’habitude de prier pour la pluie dans les champs
Aujourd’hui le vent et le flot d’eau
Sont vus partout et il fait plus chaud
La pluie torrentielle descend sur nous tous
Comme auprès d’une grande cascade
Les jardins sont inondés, les fleurs pliées
Semblent saluer leurs voisins
Les arbres joyeux dansent toute la journée
Les branches arrachées étalées sur la pelouse
Le soleil cache son visage derrière le ciel sombre et gris
En espérant revoir son sourire avec ses yeux d’or
Et ses rayons brillants, éclairant nos visages
Par contre les goutes d’eaux sont partout
Personne ne pense aux grandes cargaisons
Que les nuages transportent d’état à état
Afin de nous rendre heureux et nous désaltérer
Même si le village est parfois immergé
Comment pourrait-on payer le fret pour ces pluies ?
Soyons heureux de ces nuages comme d’un divin cadeau
Prions à ce que jamais l’eau nous manquera
La base de la vie, pour nous et pour tout ce qui vit
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
Cela fait des années que j’attire l’attention à tout le monde que les nuages sont nos meilleurs amis qui transportent gratuitement des milliers de tonnes d’eau sans que personne ne dise un mot. On devait remercier Dieu pour cette grâce.
Le jour de pluie
La pluie a commencé de bon matin
C’est dur pour ceux qui n’avaient pas d’avertissement
Mais comment peut-on ignorer le bon en soi
Nous avons l’habitude de prier pour la pluie dans les champs
Aujourd’hui le vent et le flot d’eau
Sont vus partout et il fait plus chaud
La pluie torrentielle descend sur nous tous
Comme auprès d’une grande cascade
Les jardins sont inondés, les fleurs pliées
Semblent saluer leurs voisins
Les arbres joyeux dansent toute la journée
Les branches arrachées étalées sur la pelouse
Le soleil cache son visage derrière le ciel sombre et gris
En espérant revoir son sourire avec ses yeux d’or
Et ses rayons brillants, éclairant nos visages
Par contre les goutes d’eaux sont partout
Personne ne pense aux grandes cargaisons
Que les nuages transportent d’état à état
Afin de nous rendre heureux et nous désaltérer
Même si le village est parfois immergé
Comment pourrait-on payer le fret pour ces pluies ?
Soyons heureux de ces nuages comme d’un divin cadeau
Prions à ce que jamais l’eau nous manquera
La base de la vie, pour nous et pour tout ce qui vit
Copyright 2010 Emile Tubiana
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