"aaaah" poems
*the doctors are silly
they're naive, and believe everything you tell them -
have you noticed?*
I said I was sick
and had a fever
and he asked me to stick my tongue out
(see, he'd already believed me)
and he put some wood, and then some glass on my tongue
and he said, "say:'AAAAH'"
(we obviously got a doctor here
who's confused - hey, are you a doctor
or are you a Year 1 English Teacher teaching vowels?)
and then he looked at these strange instruments
most sagaciously (just to keep up the pretence;
just to impress me, you know)
and declared most solemnly:
"You are sick.
You have a fever."
(Hey - hello! That's what I told you!
tell me something new!)
but the amazing thing is
this doctor convinced me I was actually sick
such was the power of his words
(see, you know those miracle workers?
they get you well with their words
but doctors - they get you sick with their rhetoric -
oh man, doctors really make me sick!)
And I felt sick too...I had come in just to humour my doctor
but now he'd convinced me I was really sick;
he takes my lie and then convinces me of my own lie
- boy, those doctors, you must admit
they might make you sick
but they really got the medicine man's trick!
*Still, my doctor’s a sucker,
cos, let’s not forget, it’s I who told him I was sick -
he's naive, and believes everything I tell him*
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
What desirous riches we crave
to return our destinies
for paradise
sights and nights,
filled with glittering starry portals
And to feel the air of day and night
abound with blissful
restfulness and sleep
Ooh how we
dream
note that dreaded dream
but dreams of peace at rest
Aaaah to
return only within a second
and relearn what nature has to give
and only what we're allowed to take
And to listen to the shakers of the earth
growl their pristine craves
And to feel that solemn rest once more
the return to freshened softened earth around our barefoot
toes
and to regain freedom spatial
b o u n d l e s s n e s s LOST but only
regained at last in dreams reposed...
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
Aaaah the Heaven above,
A safe haven for the lying scums,
A repentful cry and all is forgiven.
Aaaah the Hell below,
A labyrinth for the hollowed souls,
A tear for love and all is lost.
Aaaah the Earth that's here,
A truly wondrous place,
The hateful get loved,
The lovers get lost,
The lost find roads,
Entwined in another's soul.
The souls ride free,
In an excuse of a body.
A thoughtless zombie,
Just trying to be free.
But all that keeps us going on,
Is the thought of the Angles,
Above and Beyond.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
I may come across as crazy to you. But I’m not. I’m not crazy. Well that depends on what your definition of crazy is. It could be in a technical sense. Or it could be in a literal sense. Or it could be in a mental sense. Or OK. You get it.
So here’s the thing. My friend is being controlled by Reptilian Aliens. Yes! I’m serious!... No, I haven’t seen them but… Hey. I learned it on the internet and the internet is always right. I haven’t told her that I know. I’m not sure I should.
What if they hear me? They’ll come for me! They’ll take me! What if they harm her to get information from me? What if they come and destroy the world? Oh no! They can’t. Earth is the only planet with chocolate! Imagine a universe with no chocolate! Then everyone would be without energy all the time and what a disaster it would be if I had no energy!
Especially because I only use my energy for the greater good! What if I weren’t here to warn you about this danger? You all have to keep your mouths shut! It’s imperative you are discreet! We should all go into hiding! Underground. There has to be a secret bunker somewhere for me!
I’ll help everyone get settled in our new underground home. No. Wait! My friend. She’s coming! It’s every man for himself! Aaaah!! (Runs Off)
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
The Gram sir,
polygonal father firefly
stand in Cibatus ...
thread and thread form light.
In the year 1300
miliérnaga great night,
the Lucibatus provoke a detritment an *****
He fell back to Cibatus
And her delicate body broke into two parts...
In the center was in "A";
Her two columns
Stumble down at the head of Mr. Gram.
He in the compartment,
The pulverized seeds scraped
Galloping ice that undermined the Cibatus
The year in 1200,
Oh syllogism much light!
You coordinate the central hole Cibatus basket;
gramineous navel dim oracle
Coming through the middle,
Dodona River as light.
In the center of barley,
Mr. Gram healed their wounds;
Fecracia corpuscles,
Major ***** Susea ...
that ruled with all his power by blizzards.
"Not Cibatus or broken,
traditional custom was broken by wind
and not by Light gram "
In the dark night of San Corinth,
It fell night where Mr. Gram asleep ...
happy told the fierfly
your damage would not alter its sun.
Toward the end of the day,
He said his greatest roar...
Their wings hawked loose
Cibatus noise pain!
Lat night came,
and invisible, transparent body
wanted spring,
Love this protozoan
Cibatus alone.
Farewell said fierfly in 1300,
when it fell by the protozoan crag ...
Signs metal birds
They said ...; Aaaah ..!
and noise Gram God,
They said! Aaaaah ... Aaah ...!
Nor no hugs or charity,
the rough particle spring circle
flierfly donated the ***** ...
Limestone Road
He loved the feet of ash,
white bodies laughed
and they transmuted his absent body.
Flierfly he opened his eyes...
Cibatus looked at his winged whistling song:
" Fly Fierfly,
stretch your threads;
Mr. Whiskers love Gram ...
buried next to the root of Cibatus "
Farewell Thousand Three Hundred ... !
JOSÉ LUIS CARREÑO TRONCOSO
10 to 11 July 1995.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Aaaah those remembrances
about those fruitful
days in Autumn
and being absent while still in class
And still seeing through
young eyes...
...So long ...
...for a moment teach...
...cannot reach...
...cannot reach...
... your plateau
Must conquer instead
MOUNT EVEREST!!!
Must conquer instead
my arduous striving,
the blinding ravaging snow,
blow, glare in sunlit blinding Sun-lit-air
Those ever deepened GIANT foot tracks,
that shuffling abomnible snowman
wondering
in
my head...
HEY ROBERT WAKE UP!!! IT'S DETENTION FOR YOU
BOY!!!
lions, tigers and bears OH MY!!!
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Aaaah!!! Video games!!
Such sacred grounds
That created generations
And became its own culture
With that in mind
You could find a game that suits you
It's a choice
Whether to play passive
Or violent/controversial games
Either or, it's a place for everyone
The field gets attacked many times, though
"GAMES MAKE PEOPLE VIOLENT!!!!"
Here I am,
Played extremely violent/graphic to controversial games
Never or had the intention to ****** anyone
I'm a church goer yet I love games
But now, the snowflakes
You know who they are
Want to target games
Trying to make everything into PG
Will hurt everything
You try to enforce your pathetic laws
Creating world of snowflakes
This isn't your world
And stay away from what we love
You're killing everything
From comedy to games
Because of this horrible agenda
We are gamers
And we have the right to play
Whichever we want
Defend our video games
Shall be my new law
[Push Start Button]
And LET'S A GOOOOOO!!!!
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
The sharp fangs on my side
Trying hard trying to hide
I feel my jaws gone bit wide
The voices in the dark lied
So, does that mean I died?
But how come I don't feel any pain
My hands no longer in chains
Blood? Whose blood is on the floor?
Scattered all over, who opened the door?
My neck!! It's bitten, Oh No!!
What do I do, where do I go?
Aaaah!! the sun burns my skin
My head is rushing with a spin
My eyes!! What's wrong with my eyes?
And who were those guys?
Now my stomach hurts bad
My rage is increasing, I'm getting mad
My thirst kicking in my fangs
I need blood, I need to find those gangs
But the sun is a killer, I have to wait
Till nightfall and then setup a bait
To quench my hunger and thirst
My heart is dark, all I think is blood
Laying in a distance dead bodies flood
A new era, a new being, immortal
That's what this heart thinks
Just red everywhere, everyone drinks
Human race declining drastically
We are the new race practically
I feel a light in me still glows
I am not a complete vamp, that shows
What has this place become?
From where have they come?
Will the human race survive?
Will there be anyone alive?
I hide myself from everyone you see
I am a monster and you are my key...
©sim
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
razors in their hands
hangmen wanted to cut to bits our tongues
before our hearts
in the mid of the fires
while, hitting our logic to insanity chain
we guarded a red rose in our hearts
slave men
many of them -even- unknowing how they are
deceived by the lies
shared the pogrom
gravitated to Madımak Hotel on 1993
thoughts were in the spider's web
beards are white, hearts are black
feet ran for killing
and burned the flowers' blossoms
with their seeds
which are the future of their children
reverend mullahs!?
now, how the soup tastes at your tables?
after two, they were thirty five comrades
who drained life
from their souls
they were
who had pure love
in their thoughts
now, they will be the guests of our souls
till the eternity
they were proud, revolutionist and compassionate
and they are at the comrades bitter consolation
resting in our hearts
moon lights shining on their faces
that’s why
every second of July
songs are more sorrowful
consciousnesses are more rebellious!
my grudge sharpened -like a knife- day by day
aaaah aah ah!
at the yearn of the friendly smell
at the resistance, not to forget
my feelings
my feelings, remained orphan
Turgay Usanmaz
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
aaaah aaaah aaaah
( tiny little one )
(
•
)
( you've come ! )
WILL YOU MARRY ME
IN THE PLAYGROUND TONIGHT ?
::::
we 'll pretend we are in Love
• •
( before we know what can be lost
we must find out what 's to be won )
UNDER THE STARS !
||
la la la la la la de dah
||
under the stars
All our friends shall come
•
We are preciousness incarnate
//
Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh
YES WE ARE
//
Tiny little ones
On the path from god to dawn
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
I don't expect an apology
In fact
You probably think you're
Owed one from me
You like to twist reality
And I think you might be
Maybe crazy
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 4:00 PM UTC