jurubaca - Hello Poetry

I just sit on the stairs I gave the entrance ticket to someone, a few more minutes The show begins, I already know what story that will be on display, and I'm bored I just sat on the stairs Crowds come cheerfully coupled with wry lies I know who they are, but they pretended not to see me I just sat on the stairs in front of a performance house actually, who lives and what is there in this house? Is only hope that must be I bought with a very expensive ticket? Yesterday I read in the rest of the local newspaper articles that are far from the headlines someone wrote a review about the theater is dim, the actors are getting worse, and bankrupt show management. I just sat on the stairs see people pretending to be happy buy a ticket with the remaining savings that should be paid for health insurance.

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Nov 29, 2019

Nov 29, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC

In front of a Performance House

I just sit on the stairs I gave the entrance ticket to someone, a few more minutes The show begins, I already know what story that will be on display, and I'm bored I just sat on the stairs Crowds come cheerfully coupled with wry lies I know who they are, but they pretended not to see me I just sat on the stairs in front of a performance house actually, who lives and what is there in this house? Is only hope that must be I bought with a very expensive ticket? Yesterday I read in the rest of the local newspaper articles that are far from the headlines someone wrote a review about the theater is dim, the actors are getting worse, and bankrupt show management. I just sat on the stairs see people pretending to be happy buy a ticket with the remaining savings that should be paid for health insurance.

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by Hasan Aspahani 1. Is prison only behind walls and iron bars or is it also in a free land that wants to be erased from history and maps? 2. Is killing possible only by the army and with weapons or also from the silence of the person who should speak? 3. What fears are now making you unable to feel the fear of hundreds of thousands of people whose homes burned, as well as mosques and rice fields left behind? 4. Can not you just imagine what they want to do is go home, study, and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for the dying mom? 5. Is it still beautiful that peacock dance when in between the tail feathers prepare army troops opened fire on people who do not understand why they must be expelled or die? 6. Do you want to once again get The Nobel Peace Prize for something you have to do that I should not mention in this question?

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC

Do You Want to Get The Nobel Peace Prize Once Again, Suu Kyi?

by Hasan Aspahani 1. Is prison only behind walls and iron bars or is it also in a free land that wants to be erased from history and maps? 2. Is killing possible only by the army and with weapons or also from the silence of the person who should speak? 3. What fears are now making you unable to feel the fear of hundreds of thousands of people whose homes burned, as well as mosques and rice fields left behind? 4. Can not you just imagine what they want to do is go home, study, and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for the dying mom? 5. Is it still beautiful that peacock dance when in between the tail feathers prepare army troops opened fire on people who do not understand why they must be expelled or die? 6. Do you want to once again get The Nobel Peace Prize for something you have to do that I should not mention in this question?

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GOD said, "There is no god," And I believed in Him.

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Sep 2, 2017

Sep 2, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC

A God's Quatrain

GOD said, "There is no god," And I believed in Him.

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I a m hungry, therefore I am - Garfield IN prayer he will never utter it waits for the rain of milk, a heavy rain, because of him the cat with thirsty tongue, see with its own eye, when mother was disappear. In prayer he never dared to ask it wants a fishy fish neck, the smell of a fisherman, no care about salt salinity, or its own sweat. In prayers he will never say it expected the lap, the fire on that stove warm, and maybe also sear.

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Aug 11, 2017

Aug 11, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC

Felis Catus

I a m hungry, therefore I am - Garfield IN prayer he will never utter it waits for the rain of milk, a heavy rain, because of him the cat with thirsty tongue, see with its own eye, when mother was disappear. In prayer he never dared to ask it wants a fishy fish neck, the smell of a fisherman, no care about salt salinity, or its own sweat. In prayers he will never say it expected the lap, the fire on that stove warm, and maybe also sear.

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WHAT is the color deserted? He hides from the eye catch, over time, blooming orange gerbera, we plant it in the wounded land. What is the scent of lonely? Blood that does not drip, the sap that does not flow from gerbera stalk wound, when we pick it. What is the taste of lonely? Leaves fall not brewed, imagined what is dissolved in our cups, which once did not get to the petals gerbera.

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Aug 9, 2017

Aug 9, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC

Look into My Garden Full of Wounds

WHAT is the color deserted? He hides from the eye catch, over time, blooming orange gerbera, we plant it in the wounded land. What is the scent of lonely? Blood that does not drip, the sap that does not flow from gerbera stalk wound, when we pick it. What is the taste of lonely? Leaves fall not brewed, imagined what is dissolved in our cups, which once did not get to the petals gerbera.

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HE stroked a white cat. The cat slowly turns into a cloud. He was about to cup the cloud but the whole cloud came into his eyes. She became sleepy and fell asleep. The cloud that had entered his eyes became cloudy outside his eyelids. He dreams about a sheet of sky that will rain. Then woke up with slightly wet eyelashes. But it was not the tears. *HE: Who cried in my eyes last night?* He did not see, the cat or the cloud wanted to answer but they were stuck in a holy book that on one page of inserted a brochure course an easy way to reach the paradise that has been long past the date of its operation.

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Aug 4, 2017

Aug 4, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC

Little Scene in Scenario Unreaded by a Director on A Movie Never Made

HE stroked a white cat. The cat slowly turns into a cloud. He was about to cup the cloud but the whole cloud came into his eyes. She became sleepy and fell asleep. The cloud that had entered his eyes became cloudy outside his eyelids. He dreams about a sheet of sky that will rain. Then woke up with slightly wet eyelashes. But it was not the tears. *HE: Who cried in my eyes last night?* He did not see, the cat or the cloud wanted to answer but they were stuck in a holy book that on one page of inserted a brochure course an easy way to reach the paradise that has been long past the date of its operation.

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WHERE are they who want thousand bottles of wine? Just a bunch of cowards and clowns went away... Fake cartographer and some roadside circus guys The restraurant's waitress asked them to get home, Removing lip globs in the corners of their lips ... Did not know there was a Dead reaching out to the neck, Did not stop in the marching room of a bottle of wine, Just a poet on the edge, hiding in the rhyme line! Where are they who want thousand bottles of wine?

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC

Nothing Stops Here

WHERE are they who want thousand bottles of wine? Just a bunch of cowards and clowns went away... Fake cartographer and some roadside circus guys The restraurant's waitress asked them to get home, Removing lip globs in the corners of their lips ... Did not know there was a Dead reaching out to the neck, Did not stop in the marching room of a bottle of wine, Just a poet on the edge, hiding in the rhyme line! Where are they who want thousand bottles of wine?

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THE cypress trees there translate season into color. A line of boulevards for guests like me: a hungry one. I may know what it is they plan. Splash and swish. Sweet. Ripples and breezy. Lyrical. After the song I used to remembered and always wanted to hear. I may know what it is whispered the water to the wind.

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Jul 25, 2017

Jul 25, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC

At Tenway Garden

THE cypress trees there translate season into color. A line of boulevards for guests like me: a hungry one. I may know what it is they plan. Splash and swish. Sweet. Ripples and breezy. Lyrical. After the song I used to remembered and always wanted to hear. I may know what it is whispered the water to the wind.

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THE WORLD is an office asking for your sweat. Before lunch. Officeboy turns off the aircon. Stuck in line in front of the teller. Number is empty, on bank account. This world is a city asking for your blood. An old friend who grew into someone who was getting less and less understandable. A monster that feeds on its own body parts.

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Jul 25, 2017

Jul 25, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC

Who Asks Your Sweat and Blood

THE WORLD is an office asking for your sweat. Before lunch. Officeboy turns off the aircon. Stuck in line in front of the teller. Number is empty, on bank account. This world is a city asking for your blood. An old friend who grew into someone who was getting less and less understandable. A monster that feeds on its own body parts.

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HE took me To the dirt road Along the creek The flow of time. We met a child Who can not swim strongly But good at fishing. He took me to the cemetery. We saw A child and his father pray Visiting women They are very dear He pulled my hand To the banana garden Which bear fruit on long bunches, And it knows Will soon be cut down by a machete. He was lying with me On a night And awakened by various things The scramble wants to be a dream In a rush sleep.

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Jul 24, 2017

Jul 24, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC

I Follow My Shadow

HE took me To the dirt road Along the creek The flow of time. We met a child Who can not swim strongly But good at fishing. He took me to the cemetery. We saw A child and his father pray Visiting women They are very dear He pulled my hand To the banana garden Which bear fruit on long bunches, And it knows Will soon be cut down by a machete. He was lying with me On a night And awakened by various things The scramble wants to be a dream In a rush sleep.

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