#blower - Hello Poetry

sa paglikha ng tuwina kong katha madama mo din sana ang kakatwa ngunit nakasanayan ko nang pagtatwa hinggil sa himpilan ng tagong lubha naririnig kahit di man pakinggan nahihilig saglit kundi man tanggihan inaaliw pilit ang sarili sa kundiman bumibitiw singkit kong ngiti panandalian dahil sa dingding lang ang pagitan hilahil ng singsing dagliang pasakitan walang pasakalye kang papanigan humarang pa sa kalye silang marasigan sapagkat ang magtengang-kawali sa pangkat ay sadyang balewala rin kapit sa patalim talagang tatanggapin kahit pa maitim pawang palipad-hangin wala kasing malaking nakapupuwing ika nga nitong napipintong pagsalubong niyong yaong paimbulog na daluyong tila halinghing, pakiwaring may naduduling dagundong ng kulog kung maihahambing ang gulat na sumilay sa mga mata mo sa halip ang kalakip yaring halukipkip namulaga't humimlay di nais matamo yun bang sa kabila ng pagka tulog-mantika nakuha pang magbuhat ng silya-elektrika tagos sa buto ang hiwa ng pahiwatig halos tanto ang tugatog na matigatig may tainga ang lupa, may pakpak ang balita ganyan ko maikukumpara Ang Mala - Palara na sistema ng isang walang muwang na puwang pag sa sandaling mag-pasaring ang ingay ng kulay mala-abokado ang sapak' na mau-uLinigan mansanas sa pagkapula sa kabalintunaan! mga paksa na may pasak natutunghayan, tuwing ang kapas ay sawing masasaksihan " Ang dapat ay isang Wika sa Magandang ibubunga " pambihira naman ang mga dalahira , wari bagang mapupunong inuugatan ! Martes pakatapos ng Lunes ! Linggo lang ba ang pahinga ?

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Jan 30, 2022

Jan 30, 2022 at 5:55 AM UTC

TanglawatPanglaw

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sa paglikha ng tuwina kong katha madama mo din sana ang kakatwa ngunit nakasanayan ko nang pagtatwa hinggil sa himpilan ng tagong lubha naririnig kahit di man pakinggan nahihilig saglit kundi man tanggihan inaaliw pilit ang sarili sa kundiman bumibitiw singkit kong ngiti panandalian dahil sa dingding lang ang pagitan hilahil ng singsing dagliang pasakitan walang pasakalye kang papanigan humarang pa sa kalye silang marasigan sapagkat ang magtengang-kawali sa pangkat ay sadyang balewala rin kapit sa patalim talagang tatanggapin kahit pa maitim pawang palipad-hangin wala kasing malaking nakapupuwing ika nga nitong napipintong pagsalubong niyong yaong paimbulog na daluyong tila halinghing, pakiwaring may naduduling dagundong ng kulog kung maihahambing ang gulat na sumilay sa mga mata mo sa halip ang kalakip yaring halukipkip namulaga't humimlay di nais matamo yun bang sa kabila ng pagka tulog-mantika nakuha pang magbuhat ng silya-elektrika tagos sa buto ang hiwa ng pahiwatig halos tanto ang tugatog na matigatig may tainga ang lupa, may pakpak ang balita ganyan ko maikukumpara Ang Mala - Palara na sistema ng isang walang muwang na puwang pag sa sandaling mag-pasaring ang ingay ng kulay mala-abokado ang sapak' na mau-uLinigan mansanas sa pagkapula sa kabalintunaan! mga paksa na may pasak natutunghayan, tuwing ang kapas ay sawing masasaksihan " Ang dapat ay isang Wika sa Magandang ibubunga " pambihira naman ang mga dalahira , wari bagang mapupunong inuugatan ! Martes pakatapos ng Lunes ! Linggo lang ba ang pahinga ?

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"It's all your fault" The Leaf Blower complains "Well, now you've gone and done it" the Rake, my supposed friend admonishes me My head is buzzing Says the Leaf Blower, "Always favoring him over me" Ms. Leaf Blower and I have never gotten along, Me, because of my seeming inability to properly use her, and the irritation when my dad could and asked me to hold the wire for him Her, because of my, from a very young age, obvious favoritism towards Mr. Rake, who used to be my best friend until he passed away and my family disposed of his plastic remains His predecessor, Rake junior, is far sharper than his old man But rather than make him a better rake this simply adds to his narcissism Unfortunately, this increases his attraction as well and each time he's swept about it's not just the leaves that are unearthed Despite this obvious flaw in his being overly sharp, he sees it fit to admonish me for breaking Ms. Leaf Blower Don't think I can't see the two of you flirting out there! But indeed I did, Break her that is, clearly none of the wires were pulled out yet, she refuses to work So now, I'm left with a sullen rake And a thousand- Scratch that, A seemingly never ending yard full of leaves

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Mar 24, 2019

Mar 24, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC

CynicalStrawberry

I was asked to Clean the Lawn (My imagination Gone Wild)

"It's all your fault" The Leaf Blower complains "Well, now you've gone and done it" the Rake, my supposed friend admonishes me My head is buzzing Says the Leaf Blower, "Always favoring him over me" Ms. Leaf Blower and I have never gotten along, Me, because of my seeming inability to properly use her, and the irritation when my dad could and asked me to hold the wire for him Her, because of my, from a very young age, obvious favoritism towards Mr. Rake, who used to be my best friend until he passed away and my family disposed of his plastic remains His predecessor, Rake junior, is far sharper than his old man But rather than make him a better rake this simply adds to his narcissism Unfortunately, this increases his attraction as well and each time he's swept about it's not just the leaves that are unearthed Despite this obvious flaw in his being overly sharp, he sees it fit to admonish me for breaking Ms. Leaf Blower Don't think I can't see the two of you flirting out there! But indeed I did, Break her that is, clearly none of the wires were pulled out yet, she refuses to work So now, I'm left with a sullen rake And a thousand- Scratch that, A seemingly never ending yard full of leaves

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It's when the morning gray bleeds into my eyes through blinds that the night concedes to day, officially Under the bare cover through dead trees, slice power lines, growing, connecting meats virtually It's with the rising steam from porcelain go all dreams Coffee will run through you fast as the day When the light is on, we're finally done Words will not come Words will not come

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC

ZeroNine

Far as we Know

It's when the morning gray bleeds into my eyes through blinds that the night concedes to day, officially Under the bare cover through dead trees, slice power lines, growing, connecting meats virtually It's with the rising steam from porcelain go all dreams Coffee will run through you fast as the day When the light is on, we're finally done Words will not come Words will not come

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He sits in his car in a cloud of smoke His tears turn milky and there's a crack in his voice, He texts his friend he's too broken to talk, But she was once broken too and knows how it feels She wants all the world to forever be healed He holds a torch and burns hard into soft, Makes the brittle glass melt, Like he breaks girls hearts But a broken heart cuts more than any other with blood stained betrayal, and neglect and no father He finally wants the friends to know that he knows what he's done. He's unsure where to go He knows that he's hurt her but she grew back and moved on without the pain in her soul or a frown but a new song He wants to be whole, he wants deserve his friends He scorns those who have loved him. Because he doesn't understand what can they possibly see that is worth loving? In his battered broken eyes he wishes words would wish him well Instead of flaming images of all the trauma he's had to endure Like the torch he holds in his hand he tries to control the pain and make it melt the broken brittle pieces of his shattered broken self.

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC

yael-zivan

Leave it alone

He sits in his car in a cloud of smoke His tears turn milky and there's a crack in his voice, He texts his friend he's too broken to talk, But she was once broken too and knows how it feels She wants all the world to forever be healed He holds a torch and burns hard into soft, Makes the brittle glass melt, Like he breaks girls hearts But a broken heart cuts more than any other with blood stained betrayal, and neglect and no father He finally wants the friends to know that he knows what he's done. He's unsure where to go He knows that he's hurt her but she grew back and moved on without the pain in her soul or a frown but a new song He wants to be whole, he wants deserve his friends He scorns those who have loved him. Because he doesn't understand what can they possibly see that is worth loving? In his battered broken eyes he wishes words would wish him well Instead of flaming images of all the trauma he's had to endure Like the torch he holds in his hand he tries to control the pain and make it melt the broken brittle pieces of his shattered broken self.

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