First Shakespear, now Seuss...what other other literary will I out shine next ^_~

Having some pretensions of being moderately above average in the writing department…and having a plethora of free time I have been trying my had at poetry of late (:::groan::: I know, I know but hey its essentially winter in Mongolia, what else is there to do but waste time indoors once it gets dark, at 6:30 O_o) Za, so hear we go…

Warning
Oh, I like to rhyme,
At this point in time,
For it presents a challenge to write thoughts of mine…
In this flowy prose,
Where anything goes,
It will cause all my readers to go into throes…
Of passion so great,
They will emulate,
The sum of my actions till they up and faint!

Volunteering In:
More than I had ever thought
Or had ever dreamed,
Nothing ever felt as right as
Giving aide to those in need.
Others may have money,
Living life in style;
I am “poor” but happy,
And that makes it all worthwhile!

To my dear Chinggi Kuu,
I’ve become three things,
Or so it seems;
Each one more strange than the last.
Teacher is first,
But hardly the worst;
Molding young minds is a blast!
The seconds a mom…
Which is just wrong,
Omkhees a pain in my ass!
Then it’s hazy,
As thirds crazy…
Writing to Khans from the past.
But all is zugeer*,
I love it here!
Times passing by oh so fast.
Two years goes quick
And when I’m homesick,
Your letters are my heart’s cast!

*Zugeer=okay
~Note~ Yes, I really do write letters to the late Chinggis Khan…. No I don’t know why…. But that’s okay!

Mongol khel medegui*
All around me the world scurries about, while I sit apart.
As noise and motion merge together
I observe the tapestry of sound and color.
I feel empty and long to be apart of it,
Yet I remain alone with the shadows of my mind.
Hoping, waiting, forever anxious for the day…
The day I finally understand and they invite me in.

*Mongol khel medegui=I don’t know Mongolian.

Bedtimes in my Bashin*
There’s a cat on my head where she’s fallen asleep.
I can tell she is dreaming by the twitch in her feet.
And for some random reason she smells of raw meat.
But because of my cat, I can’t get to sleep.

*Bashin=house

Dust storm induced Daydreams
The hustle and bustle just couldn’t compare,
To the vision of leaves dancing on air.
Completely entranced I sat unaware,
Like the wind caught the leaves, I’d caught your stare.
And so we spent out whole day sitting there…
Me watching the leaves, you watching my hair.

~Note~ this is utter fiction, except for the dust storm…that was real, as was attempting to remove the sand from EVERWHERE O_o

Meeting Mongolians
Sainuu? I’m Cassandra.
You can call me Cass.
I am from America.
Vodka? Think I’ll pass.

I’m an English Bagshaa,
I live in the Cho.
I’ll be here for two years,
Then I gotta go!

I am 2 and 20,
Bi jimsnd durtai,
Yes I enjoy Mongol buuz,
Just please not every day.

No, I don’t have children.
No, I’m not a wife.
Don’t have a boyfriend either.
Za…I have a life.

It was nice to meet you,
But now I have to say…
“Peace out!” as I teach my class,
And that means bayartai!


Sainuu=Hello!
Bagshaa=Teacher
Bi jimsnd durtai=I like fruit (PCM inside joke)
Buuz=Mongolian traditional food (sort of like a steamed dumpling)
Za=like “um” Mongolians always say this…. ALWAYS!
Bayartai=good-bye!