"achtung" poems - Hello Poetry

**** mit ein(e) gernierung of... ****** MACDONALDS for the protestants MCDONALDS for the catholics... and **** the rest of it whoop di do d'ah whoopsie! **** it... i always called the IRA the ginger ninja brigade... ******* ***** ha ha! is that even permitted? like... oopsies?! oh **** the steam-roller is giving it a shot at reading the earth,.. flat... map on paper? **** me... no app.... ****** you ever navigate a car through the German Rhine roundabout? what's in it? Dortmund.. Essen... you know that constipated part of the road map of Europe... ever navigate that trippy conundrum ******** of navigation? beside me... can't speak german, won't navigate in german, no matter how many Mercedes-Benz they pump out from the Henry Ford institute of the reclining chair, supposing die krupps to be squidgy clean... i think the european translation reads: die Dortmund Ringe... das Rhine Ringe... **** allocating yourself to a rally car... navigate through that sort of German ******** achtung achtung... autobahn ende! vorwärtskreis might as well salute for a second coming of... hítlear! shaking Stevens? huh?! knee on the no contra the know: bother... the english won't know... isn't that nay? i listen to too much lawyer jargon... i'd love to listen to poetry... but... i figured... lawyers play the slight of the sly of hand that poets exasperate into toying with words to accomplish art... lawyers? the impasse of judgement? **** me! apparently the argument goes: down syndrome... psychopaths... 'ere by god's grace... much grace, my lord... too much grace... two salvation pointers: (a) i won't drink with them... (b) i won't eat with them, (c) there is no "c" that isn't a "d" that isn't an "e" "f", etc! you get a zebra... you get a null bonus! a ******* safari of an automated anti hamster Boston outfit!

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

schlang

**** mit ein(e) gernierung of... ****** MACDONALDS for the protestants MCDONALDS for the catholics... and **** the rest of it whoop di do d'ah whoopsie! **** it... i always called the IRA the ginger ninja brigade... ******* ***** ha ha! is that even permitted? like... oopsies?! oh **** the steam-roller is giving it a shot at reading the earth,.. flat... map on paper? **** me... no app.... ****** you ever navigate a car through the German Rhine roundabout? what's in it? Dortmund.. Essen... you know that constipated part of the road map of Europe... ever navigate that trippy conundrum ******** of navigation? beside me... can't speak german, won't navigate in german, no matter how many Mercedes-Benz they pump out from the Henry Ford institute of the reclining chair, supposing die krupps to be squidgy clean... i think the european translation reads: die Dortmund Ringe... das Rhine Ringe... **** allocating yourself to a rally car... navigate through that sort of German ******** achtung achtung... autobahn ende! vorwärtskreis might as well salute for a second coming of... hítlear! shaking Stevens? huh?! knee on the no contra the know: bother... the english won't know... isn't that nay? i listen to too much lawyer jargon... i'd love to listen to poetry... but... i figured... lawyers play the slight of the sly of hand that poets exasperate into toying with words to accomplish art... lawyers? the impasse of judgement? **** me! apparently the argument goes: down syndrome... psychopaths... 'ere by god's grace... much grace, my lord... too much grace... two salvation pointers: (a) i won't drink with them... (b) i won't eat with them, (c) there is no "c" that isn't a "d" that isn't an "e" "f", etc! you get a zebra... you get a null bonus! a ******* safari of an automated anti hamster Boston outfit!

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Eating ' Grass', achtung! was a serious business, if you think I was a vegan gone mad, I wasn't In one go I devoured his "Tin drum", oh! Oskar! felt enchanted, loved Grass, looked for more, finished "Cat and mouse" next, sought further, then"Crab walk"ed through "Dog years", delighted! with the wish list in front, I continued to go for Grass, an eating spree unabated. Now the hullabaloo over my love for Grass subdued. who wouldn't see what Guntar Grass in German, was doing to my voracious literary hunger.

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Jun 24, 2013

Jun 24, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC

k-balachandran

Voracious Grass eater

Eating ' Grass', achtung! was a serious business, if you think I was a vegan gone mad, I wasn't In one go I devoured his "Tin drum", oh! Oskar! felt enchanted, loved Grass, looked for more, finished "Cat and mouse" next, sought further, then"Crab walk"ed through "Dog years", delighted! with the wish list in front, I continued to go for Grass, an eating spree unabated. Now the hullabaloo over my love for Grass subdued. who wouldn't see what Guntar Grass in German, was doing to my voracious literary hunger.

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I’ve got a signboard pinned to my chest. It reads: **“Beware of the door. Trespassers will be versed and put in rhymes.”** Ten-thousand volts of electricity for the man who dare enter; an auction of body parts is the central theme to my story. I gave away my heart to the one with the easiest ways and my mind for whom I could not find my tongue. Every time my heart skips a beat sirens wail into madness and lights start rolling into the night. I wear barbed wires as a wristwatch: telling me to wake up whenever I have a sleepless night. Put your ear to my chest and you’ll hear clanking of bolts out of place and the death rustle of a mechanical beast settling into his bed for the long, long night.

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC

rained-on-parade

Achtung girl

I’ve got a signboard pinned to my chest. It reads: **“Beware of the door. Trespassers will be versed and put in rhymes.”** Ten-thousand volts of electricity for the man who dare enter; an auction of body parts is the central theme to my story. I gave away my heart to the one with the easiest ways and my mind for whom I could not find my tongue. Every time my heart skips a beat sirens wail into madness and lights start rolling into the night. I wear barbed wires as a wristwatch: telling me to wake up whenever I have a sleepless night. Put your ear to my chest and you’ll hear clanking of bolts out of place and the death rustle of a mechanical beast settling into his bed for the long, long night.

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The girls had just come in from gathering fuel, Laid the frozen cow pats in the box Beside the stove, Went in to wash for supper. The old house creaked beneath a towering wind Gray-full of promise that driving snow was on the way, But though it shook, the shingles stayed; The smoldering fire warmed and cheered The children as they stamped their feet to chase the cold away, Hands outstretched to catch the radiant heat. A distant cloud of war in Europe loomed, Sinister, though far, the children vaguely knew, By catching whispered grown up conversations.... Though not yet reality for German-Russian Mennonites Now Montana farmers on the eastern plains To which they'd run to find a peaceful space To settle far from persecution. Before the supper washing and the setting of the plates, Grandmother moved to catch the evening news, Turned a dial to set the tubes aglow And warm the wireless magic in the radio. Crackling to life, a man's voice said, "Achtung!" Early winter, 1938 on Montana's wind-blown plains, The evening news presented Hitler's venomed speech Declaring war and warnings and impending dooms. Mesmerized, my German grandma stood, Suddenly cold inside the warm kitchen, Staring out the window toward the barn, Tears running down her cheeks, Her children gathered round. "Mama! Mama! What is the matter?" My mother begged to know, tugged upon her mother's apron, Wondered at the power of words To make her mother cry. "That man has terrible power!" Was all my grandma said, trying to be calm, Then turning back to ready table Before the men came in for supper. Seventy-five years later, Sitting at the kitchen table on the farm, My mother's voice trails off... ****** and her mother... How many millions gone? Powerful within the room, The memory rests. Outside, the same wind blows; Only absent snow-gray clouds Beneath the ice-blue skies.

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Nov 10, 2013

Nov 10, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC

don-bouchard

1938

The girls had just come in from gathering fuel, Laid the frozen cow pats in the box Beside the stove, Went in to wash for supper. The old house creaked beneath a towering wind Gray-full of promise that driving snow was on the way, But though it shook, the shingles stayed; The smoldering fire warmed and cheered The children as they stamped their feet to chase the cold away, Hands outstretched to catch the radiant heat. A distant cloud of war in Europe loomed, Sinister, though far, the children vaguely knew, By catching whispered grown up conversations.... Though not yet reality for German-Russian Mennonites Now Montana farmers on the eastern plains To which they'd run to find a peaceful space To settle far from persecution. Before the supper washing and the setting of the plates, Grandmother moved to catch the evening news, Turned a dial to set the tubes aglow And warm the wireless magic in the radio. Crackling to life, a man's voice said, "Achtung!" Early winter, 1938 on Montana's wind-blown plains, The evening news presented Hitler's venomed speech Declaring war and warnings and impending dooms. Mesmerized, my German grandma stood, Suddenly cold inside the warm kitchen, Staring out the window toward the barn, Tears running down her cheeks, Her children gathered round. "Mama! Mama! What is the matter?" My mother begged to know, tugged upon her mother's apron, Wondered at the power of words To make her mother cry. "That man has terrible power!" Was all my grandma said, trying to be calm, Then turning back to ready table Before the men came in for supper. Seventy-five years later, Sitting at the kitchen table on the farm, My mother's voice trails off... ****** and her mother... How many millions gone? Powerful within the room, The memory rests. Outside, the same wind blows; Only absent snow-gray clouds Beneath the ice-blue skies.

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in the air i smell chicory coffee beware of the Huns. Their trenches may be close Achtung ! Achtung ! I am correct.

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Jun 25, 2018

Jun 25, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC

Antony_Glaser

BAD seeds

in the air i smell chicory coffee beware of the Huns. Their trenches may be close Achtung ! Achtung ! I am correct.

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it was a tattoo in the shape of a dog that was black it said "Achtung! I have a black dog" with an angry black dog on your pale skin. when your letter was let out i cried i cut i bled i hurt i dropped everything no one helped to pick it up. i saw my dog it was looming over me ready to bite then, a blue light shone the day you left everywhere the sky shone blue the color of my world

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Dec 5, 2018

Dec 5, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC

stinky_bastard

Black Dog

it was a tattoo in the shape of a dog that was black it said "Achtung! I have a black dog" with an angry black dog on your pale skin. when your letter was let out i cried i cut i bled i hurt i dropped everything no one helped to pick it up. i saw my dog it was looming over me ready to bite then, a blue light shone the day you left everywhere the sky shone blue the color of my world

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