jan-svoboda - Hello Poetry

Cheese eats Window stares Stars gaze Women talk Souls sings Toilet is there Heart beats Blood breaks **** vomits Words fail Flower flickers In the wind Women smiling Drinking wine and beer Stripped dress Big *** Beer bottles of the men Ukrainian ********** has time After work to drink wine Curly-haired girls in white shirts Glass touch glass Nice nose profile Ventilator whirling spirals The owner smiling Locked down and set free Boys like from the French movies Leo drinking a lot The beer pouring on the knees Bartenders in face masks Naked back in the blue dress

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Aug 3, 2023

Aug 3, 2023 at 2:09 AM UTC

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Flickering Flower (2021)

Cheese eats Window stares Stars gaze Women talk Souls sings Toilet is there Heart beats Blood breaks **** vomits Words fail Flower flickers In the wind Women smiling Drinking wine and beer Stripped dress Big *** Beer bottles of the men Ukrainian ********** has time After work to drink wine Curly-haired girls in white shirts Glass touch glass Nice nose profile Ventilator whirling spirals The owner smiling Locked down and set free Boys like from the French movies Leo drinking a lot The beer pouring on the knees Bartenders in face masks Naked back in the blue dress

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Thundering far away You want to go to play The squeezebox By the church About breathing While breathing But there is the blond one Close to you Smoking icos Writing something In the phone And the brewery is opening soon You want to talk to her But remain silent It is better to keep Your mouth shut She wears the ring You wear the ring The rib pain Over your heart Makes you tired Makes you sleep In the late spring heat The wind starts blowing The storm is coming The boys are jumping Into the water The girl is taking Her bra down With elegance Putting a light shirt on Smoking icos She folds the towel Put a helmet on And slowly leaves With orange tires On the small bike The storm is gone The warm wind is breezing Over the pond

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Aug 3, 2023

Aug 3, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC

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Clouds (2019)

Thundering far away You want to go to play The squeezebox By the church About breathing While breathing But there is the blond one Close to you Smoking icos Writing something In the phone And the brewery is opening soon You want to talk to her But remain silent It is better to keep Your mouth shut She wears the ring You wear the ring The rib pain Over your heart Makes you tired Makes you sleep In the late spring heat The wind starts blowing The storm is coming The boys are jumping Into the water The girl is taking Her bra down With elegance Putting a light shirt on Smoking icos She folds the towel Put a helmet on And slowly leaves With orange tires On the small bike The storm is gone The warm wind is breezing Over the pond

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I feel like a needle In the groove of vinyl Running Sounding Vibrating Singing Her bitumen The grooves are cut Deep in the mud For you to sound well Designed As you are

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Aug 3, 2023

Aug 3, 2023 at 2:06 AM UTC

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Needle (2020)

I feel like a needle In the groove of vinyl Running Sounding Vibrating Singing Her bitumen The grooves are cut Deep in the mud For you to sound well Designed As you are

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Just like three ice-cold snowballs On the rusty plow wheel Three piles of pressed flakes In the morning appeal You ask yourself Whose brain Whose hands Whose tongues That feel Like this warm wet rag Around your feet Circling fingertips On the line between Your hair and skin —

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Aug 3, 2023

Aug 3, 2023 at 2:05 AM UTC

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Plow Wheel (2022)

Just like three ice-cold snowballs On the rusty plow wheel Three piles of pressed flakes In the morning appeal You ask yourself Whose brain Whose hands Whose tongues That feel Like this warm wet rag Around your feet Circling fingertips On the line between Your hair and skin —

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Love is like a dandelion Little healing sun Growing everywhere On the outside Just like **** Overwhelming Killing Suffocating Other flowering Cruel, unstoppable, Inevitable, forbidden With bitter white juices Beating death when given Dandelove —

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Aug 3, 2023

Aug 3, 2023 at 2:02 AM UTC

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Dandelion (2020)

Love is like a dandelion Little healing sun Growing everywhere On the outside Just like **** Overwhelming Killing Suffocating Other flowering Cruel, unstoppable, Inevitable, forbidden With bitter white juices Beating death when given Dandelove —

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The buzz of the computer gets me down does’t stimulate it at all condemned to doing nothing ****** to worthlessness a zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win drowning itself in chaos of meanings with no final meaning in sight sure sure death will be the final meaning of it there is one more year left maybe more maybe more one more year is like one hundred of them and it wants to sin for that short feeling of freedom flattening itself on the ground and twitching flattening itself on the ground and twitching saying anything that comes to its mind making noise with some ability to defend it against the rest of the world provoking distress and detestation always somehow trying to throw others into the arms of disillusion and pain tchutchutchu childishly trying to do what others don’t with little success destroyed by its inability to understand feelings still the same piece of **** a zero asking for being erased with nothing to say with poor style with no gentle moments anymore repeating itself all the time boring and lifeless faceless a desperate but sometimes convincing actor hopeless writer mean ugly weak lazy and soft not a man but it a cry-baby with undefinable ambitions like doing something that would touch somebody like make others trust it by saying the ******** it usually says like gaining unspeakable high virtue by being something close to a ***** genius, indian, bohemian, child and pig not knowing what it does or why not knowing what it does or why drinking too much shaking legs under the table endlessly eating too quickly making everything around stained and ***** smoking too quickly hating itself adoring itself stupid animal with a few natural instincts making too much about itself with no will strength or (chances to stay) not even strong enough to **** itself with no peace with no love with no listeners zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win how can anybody trust it how can anybody trust it people beware it ***** you up with no peace with no love with no listeners zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win how can anybody trust it how can anybody trust it people beware it ***** you up ——

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Feb 18, 2017

Feb 18, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC

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Zero (2000)

The buzz of the computer gets me down does’t stimulate it at all condemned to doing nothing ****** to worthlessness a zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win drowning itself in chaos of meanings with no final meaning in sight sure sure death will be the final meaning of it there is one more year left maybe more maybe more one more year is like one hundred of them and it wants to sin for that short feeling of freedom flattening itself on the ground and twitching flattening itself on the ground and twitching saying anything that comes to its mind making noise with some ability to defend it against the rest of the world provoking distress and detestation always somehow trying to throw others into the arms of disillusion and pain tchutchutchu childishly trying to do what others don’t with little success destroyed by its inability to understand feelings still the same piece of **** a zero asking for being erased with nothing to say with poor style with no gentle moments anymore repeating itself all the time boring and lifeless faceless a desperate but sometimes convincing actor hopeless writer mean ugly weak lazy and soft not a man but it a cry-baby with undefinable ambitions like doing something that would touch somebody like make others trust it by saying the ******** it usually says like gaining unspeakable high virtue by being something close to a ***** genius, indian, bohemian, child and pig not knowing what it does or why not knowing what it does or why drinking too much shaking legs under the table endlessly eating too quickly making everything around stained and ***** smoking too quickly hating itself adoring itself stupid animal with a few natural instincts making too much about itself with no will strength or (chances to stay) not even strong enough to **** itself with no peace with no love with no listeners zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win how can anybody trust it how can anybody trust it people beware it ***** you up with no peace with no love with no listeners zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win how can anybody trust it how can anybody trust it people beware it ***** you up ——

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It could be the cold outside Empty chairs TV crime stories The buzz of ventilator Mixed with silent humming of the characters Silence and quietness Among indecipherable voices Meditation over a beer glass Smoking ceremony Cynicism unspoken Listening to your breath Second beer unfinished Being restless from the absence of fear Unable to catch one’s line of thoughts Emotions uncertain Not an easy day - troubled father Only scattered images like Frozen grass Sticking out of Icy snow Who will ever paint it all In one frame?

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Feb 5, 2017

Feb 5, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC

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Weak Today (2017)

It could be the cold outside Empty chairs TV crime stories The buzz of ventilator Mixed with silent humming of the characters Silence and quietness Among indecipherable voices Meditation over a beer glass Smoking ceremony Cynicism unspoken Listening to your breath Second beer unfinished Being restless from the absence of fear Unable to catch one’s line of thoughts Emotions uncertain Not an easy day - troubled father Only scattered images like Frozen grass Sticking out of Icy snow Who will ever paint it all In one frame?

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Snow flakes look like stars White pillows on the cars Two glasses of beer and one Czech *** Outside, sugared lion behind the windows Inside, old type-writers under the windows The nicotine yellow short lace curtains on the panes You are here and you are not here Pickled soft cheese, bread and beer And you still have not sent The value added tax The workers are tired they need to relax Your belly itches They talk about cars It could be the pine Could be the willow Or the lights behind the window —

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Jan 13, 2017

Jan 13, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC

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Night Stroll (2017)

Snow flakes look like stars White pillows on the cars Two glasses of beer and one Czech *** Outside, sugared lion behind the windows Inside, old type-writers under the windows The nicotine yellow short lace curtains on the panes You are here and you are not here Pickled soft cheese, bread and beer And you still have not sent The value added tax The workers are tired they need to relax Your belly itches They talk about cars It could be the pine Could be the willow Or the lights behind the window —

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Morning bus Evening tram Isn’t it the same… isn’t it the same? Your closed eyes on a hot red seat Your handsome body stretched out like meat Isn’t it the same, isn’t it the same, still the same? Morning bus Evening tram Go under water down into the dam I’d fall in love with you But I’ve got one small problem you know I go under water into the dam But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine like the last time But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine And we’ll go to drown Morning girls Evening boys All look like toys Making noise Hi, ciao, ahoj Morning bus At 7 o’clock An old ugly brunette ****** my **** I know it is just a toy a toy making noise Freezing morning Warm night The way seen Is not quite bright Upon an eye fallen profiles of things Upon a tongue cut out shadows that shrinks The road having been gone Is not yet quite bright But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine like the last time But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine And we’ll go to drown — some 1996 or 1997 in Brno

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC

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Morning Bus (1996)

Morning bus Evening tram Isn’t it the same… isn’t it the same? Your closed eyes on a hot red seat Your handsome body stretched out like meat Isn’t it the same, isn’t it the same, still the same? Morning bus Evening tram Go under water down into the dam I’d fall in love with you But I’ve got one small problem you know I go under water into the dam But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine like the last time But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine And we’ll go to drown Morning girls Evening boys All look like toys Making noise Hi, ciao, ahoj Morning bus At 7 o’clock An old ugly brunette ****** my **** I know it is just a toy a toy making noise Freezing morning Warm night The way seen Is not quite bright Upon an eye fallen profiles of things Upon a tongue cut out shadows that shrinks The road having been gone Is not yet quite bright But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine like the last time But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine And we’ll go to drown — some 1996 or 1997 in Brno

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HEY BABY COME WITH ME HEY BABY COME UNTIL I BREATH I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU TO SEE IT IS NO **** INDEED La La lalala HEY BABY DON’T BE SCARED I’LL LOVE THE THING I HAVE IT’LL BE REALLY SOMETHING NEW COME AND SEE IT’S TRUE La La lalala AND NOW WHEN YOU’VE COME I GOT TO COME WITH YOUR LOOK SUSPICIOUS AND MY SO VISCOUS La La lalala IN FACT I SPIT AT YOU YOU DON’T THING IT’S CRUEL ‘CAUSE YOU GOT WHAT YOU’D WANTED AND I COULDN’T HOLD IT La La lalala PLEASE DON’T CRY AND COME AGAIN WITH PRIDE COME AGAIN WITH ME THERE WON’T BE ANY KILLING La La lalala MAYBE La La lalala MAY BE La La lalala MAY BE La La lalala BABY MAYBE

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Sep 21, 2015

Sep 21, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC

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Females (1996)

HEY BABY COME WITH ME HEY BABY COME UNTIL I BREATH I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU TO SEE IT IS NO **** INDEED La La lalala HEY BABY DON’T BE SCARED I’LL LOVE THE THING I HAVE IT’LL BE REALLY SOMETHING NEW COME AND SEE IT’S TRUE La La lalala AND NOW WHEN YOU’VE COME I GOT TO COME WITH YOUR LOOK SUSPICIOUS AND MY SO VISCOUS La La lalala IN FACT I SPIT AT YOU YOU DON’T THING IT’S CRUEL ‘CAUSE YOU GOT WHAT YOU’D WANTED AND I COULDN’T HOLD IT La La lalala PLEASE DON’T CRY AND COME AGAIN WITH PRIDE COME AGAIN WITH ME THERE WON’T BE ANY KILLING La La lalala MAYBE La La lalala MAY BE La La lalala MAY BE La La lalala BABY MAYBE

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