"adler" poems - Hello Poetry

~Why you do dis, Sherlock? Why you fall in love with Irene Adler??~

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC

helpme

~No!!~

~Why you do dis, Sherlock? Why you fall in love with Irene Adler??~

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You are Sherlock Holmes; cold, unyielding I'm here just praying to be your Irene Adler We match in intelligences, looks and laughs I keep up with you while you spit theories and deductions Even when you poke holes in mine You make me better smarter faster stronger ....I make you soft... There are alot of poems about unrequited love This is not one of them This is not one of them I knew you loved me; Since that day on bikes Well aware of how the sun shone Through my hair But... Backed away at your advance The rejection, to hard for you to handle And as you peddled, away, uphill...fighting With each pump of your legs I wanted to say I can't Because just one kiss and I'll explode with love for you I saw through your reasoning and never tried to fix you This is not a poem about unrequited love. This is a poem about when to realize some characters and some ideals are fiction for a reason

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC

jennelle-rivera

Sherlock

You are Sherlock Holmes; cold, unyielding I'm here just praying to be your Irene Adler We match in intelligences, looks and laughs I keep up with you while you spit theories and deductions Even when you poke holes in mine You make me better smarter faster stronger ....I make you soft... There are alot of poems about unrequited love This is not one of them This is not one of them I knew you loved me; Since that day on bikes Well aware of how the sun shone Through my hair But... Backed away at your advance The rejection, to hard for you to handle And as you peddled, away, uphill...fighting With each pump of your legs I wanted to say I can't Because just one kiss and I'll explode with love for you I saw through your reasoning and never tried to fix you This is not a poem about unrequited love. This is a poem about when to realize some characters and some ideals are fiction for a reason

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Were you always a killer, commendable, expendable secret agent girl? Were you always a dancer, entrancer, Irene Adler, romancer, secret agent girl? Were you smart or kind of heart, lover of art, playing your part. secret agent girl? Were you feared or revered, a pioneer of weird, secret agent girl? Were you a dream, beauty supreme, eyes all agleam, more than you seemed, secret agent girl? Who lost you, tossed you and at what cost due, secret agent girl? When did they rob you of your glory, rewrite author, title, story, secret agent girl? Where did they take you, break you, make you into something new, secret agent girl? Are you Cold War fossil lost in time, too young to be old, past no prime, secret agent girl? Beneath the earth, above the sky, not allowed to cry, to die, are you, secret agent girl? Who were you before your halo cracked, before the fact, your devil's pact, secret agent girl? I'll kiss you, miss you, this bliss is amiss, secret agent girl. It's time to go, leave me alone, you broken hero, secret agent girl.

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May 21, 2013

May 21, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC

brendan-watch

Secret Agent Girl

Were you always a killer, commendable, expendable secret agent girl? Were you always a dancer, entrancer, Irene Adler, romancer, secret agent girl? Were you smart or kind of heart, lover of art, playing your part. secret agent girl? Were you feared or revered, a pioneer of weird, secret agent girl? Were you a dream, beauty supreme, eyes all agleam, more than you seemed, secret agent girl? Who lost you, tossed you and at what cost due, secret agent girl? When did they rob you of your glory, rewrite author, title, story, secret agent girl? Where did they take you, break you, make you into something new, secret agent girl? Are you Cold War fossil lost in time, too young to be old, past no prime, secret agent girl? Beneath the earth, above the sky, not allowed to cry, to die, are you, secret agent girl? Who were you before your halo cracked, before the fact, your devil's pact, secret agent girl? I'll kiss you, miss you, this bliss is amiss, secret agent girl. It's time to go, leave me alone, you broken hero, secret agent girl.

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Hello my friends What do you love? Crave? Adore? Put above Every motive Every act... You are hooked And that's a fact! Albert Adler wrote of this What's YOUR bag? What's your bliss? ***POWER ACCEPTANCE COMFORT CONTROL*** You have a master... play a role. If power is your greatest joy You love your money. Love your toys, Then be ye girl Or be ye boy, You'll find that what you most enjoy Has the power to DESTROY! If acceptance is What drives your ink, You're all about What people think, You give ALL (including kitchen sink) If a bad comment Makes you drink... *You may need to Change your link!* Here's a thought May hit the bone Take you out o' your "comfort zone" You are out here all alone 'Til you believe That Christ atoned! Want to hold on to your fate? Have a fear that won't abate? It's not yet over... not too late! You can achieve a blissful state! This IS the TRUTH Which I have found. And, folks, I searched ALL AROUND! Until my feet hit Holy Ground Now the GOSPEL Is what I pound... *AND DON'T IT MAKE A LOVELY SOUND!* You are all engaged In a powerful thing. It is WORSHIP! How do YOU sing? What you do is your own style. But if it's your master, Can you smile? I'm profoundly glad That mine's WORTHWHILE! I move slow, sometimes plod, Most people find me very odd But the One I most applaud *Is a kind and loving GOD*. SøułSurvivør (C) 9/4/2017

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Sep 5, 2017

Sep 5, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC

SoulSurvivor

You reflect what you WORSHIP

Hello my friends What do you love? Crave? Adore? Put above Every motive Every act... You are hooked And that's a fact! Albert Adler wrote of this What's YOUR bag? What's your bliss? ***POWER ACCEPTANCE COMFORT CONTROL*** You have a master... play a role. If power is your greatest joy You love your money. Love your toys, Then be ye girl Or be ye boy, You'll find that what you most enjoy Has the power to DESTROY! If acceptance is What drives your ink, You're all about What people think, You give ALL (including kitchen sink) If a bad comment Makes you drink... *You may need to Change your link!* Here's a thought May hit the bone Take you out o' your "comfort zone" You are out here all alone 'Til you believe That Christ atoned! Want to hold on to your fate? Have a fear that won't abate? It's not yet over... not too late! You can achieve a blissful state! This IS the TRUTH Which I have found. And, folks, I searched ALL AROUND! Until my feet hit Holy Ground Now the GOSPEL Is what I pound... *AND DON'T IT MAKE A LOVELY SOUND!* You are all engaged In a powerful thing. It is WORSHIP! How do YOU sing? What you do is your own style. But if it's your master, Can you smile? I'm profoundly glad That mine's WORTHWHILE! I move slow, sometimes plod, Most people find me very odd But the One I most applaud *Is a kind and loving GOD*. SøułSurvivør (C) 9/4/2017

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We'd like to think that we could go Out for an evening and not have to worry That we are going to end up being The helpless victim of a gunman's fury. One would think that mass shootings In which so many lives are lost Might compel lawmakers To stop the killings at any cost. When so many shootings occur On American soil year after year, Don't enough people wonder What the hell is happening here? What are people waiting for? How many more victims will die? Must we sit by helplessly While lawmakers turn a blind eye? Another horrific act of violence Occurred at the Borderline Bar & Grill When a solitary gunman Had one thing on his mind: to **** Eleven young people gunned down. An officer shot dead as well. Only survivors who were present Can talk about their glimpse of hell. The killer, too, lost his life From a wound, possibly self-inflicted. Some say in retrospect His actions could have been predicted. No one can fathom the suffering Of the victims' parents, families and friends-- Their heartache and anguish from knowing that Their loved ones met such violent ends. Just two weeks before Thanksgiving! This year it will be a chore To ask the parents staring at empty Seats what they are thankful for. A call to action is the only response To the horror that this nightmare evokes When twelve innocent victims must Lose their lives in Thousand Oaks. Remember the victims: Sgt. Ron Helus (54) Sean Adler (48) Cody Coffman (22) Blake Dingman (21) Jake Dunham (21) Alaina Housley (18) Daniel Manrique (33) Justin Meek (23) Mark Meza (20) Kristina Morisette (20) Telemachus Orfanos (27) Noel Sparks (21) A mother of one of the victims has said, "Here are my words. I want gun control. I don't want prayers. I don't want thoughts." -by Bob B (11-9-18)

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC

bob-b

13 Killed in Thousand Oaks

We'd like to think that we could go Out for an evening and not have to worry That we are going to end up being The helpless victim of a gunman's fury. One would think that mass shootings In which so many lives are lost Might compel lawmakers To stop the killings at any cost. When so many shootings occur On American soil year after year, Don't enough people wonder What the hell is happening here? What are people waiting for? How many more victims will die? Must we sit by helplessly While lawmakers turn a blind eye? Another horrific act of violence Occurred at the Borderline Bar & Grill When a solitary gunman Had one thing on his mind: to **** Eleven young people gunned down. An officer shot dead as well. Only survivors who were present Can talk about their glimpse of hell. The killer, too, lost his life From a wound, possibly self-inflicted. Some say in retrospect His actions could have been predicted. No one can fathom the suffering Of the victims' parents, families and friends-- Their heartache and anguish from knowing that Their loved ones met such violent ends. Just two weeks before Thanksgiving! This year it will be a chore To ask the parents staring at empty Seats what they are thankful for. A call to action is the only response To the horror that this nightmare evokes When twelve innocent victims must Lose their lives in Thousand Oaks. Remember the victims: Sgt. Ron Helus (54) Sean Adler (48) Cody Coffman (22) Blake Dingman (21) Jake Dunham (21) Alaina Housley (18) Daniel Manrique (33) Justin Meek (23) Mark Meza (20) Kristina Morisette (20) Telemachus Orfanos (27) Noel Sparks (21) A mother of one of the victims has said, "Here are my words. I want gun control. I don't want prayers. I don't want thoughts." -by Bob B (11-9-18)

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Master, master, master of Fire, Bring me luck, bring me freshness Bring me strength . Bring me freshness Bring me strength Bring me desire... The wheel to fire! You left me here You walked away You betrayed me You ****** me away!... Master, master, master of None, A ghost from the past... Ghost, ghost ghost... Ha, ha, ha... My life is your desire! Your desire is Fire. Mine is Water! I came here to bring some warm sand, cold tea, cigarettes, bad coffee but, my Dear Enemy?! ... " What' s your Desire?" You left me here, You walked away! You betrayed me, thee ... BUT! My Dearest Enemy, Have you no more legs to walk, Hands to "TALK"? Because, You're a ghost... So, If this is a SUPREME WORLD then why CANNOT I find REASON on this COLD SEASON. Awake me ! Shake me! Stimulate me but PLEASE don't hate me! I cannot LEAVE this LIFE anymore So, If you jump, I jump! If you become bird, I'll learn to fly too! And if you die... I'll become a GHOST! Forgiven, Not Forgotten, Au revoir Dovidjenja Buon viaggio! With love Irena Adler

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Nov 10, 2018

Nov 10, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC

CalypsoKaleoCelestina333

Ghost of Fire

Master, master, master of Fire, Bring me luck, bring me freshness Bring me strength . Bring me freshness Bring me strength Bring me desire... The wheel to fire! You left me here You walked away You betrayed me You ****** me away!... Master, master, master of None, A ghost from the past... Ghost, ghost ghost... Ha, ha, ha... My life is your desire! Your desire is Fire. Mine is Water! I came here to bring some warm sand, cold tea, cigarettes, bad coffee but, my Dear Enemy?! ... " What' s your Desire?" You left me here, You walked away! You betrayed me, thee ... BUT! My Dearest Enemy, Have you no more legs to walk, Hands to "TALK"? Because, You're a ghost... So, If this is a SUPREME WORLD then why CANNOT I find REASON on this COLD SEASON. Awake me ! Shake me! Stimulate me but PLEASE don't hate me! I cannot LEAVE this LIFE anymore So, If you jump, I jump! If you become bird, I'll learn to fly too! And if you die... I'll become a GHOST! Forgiven, Not Forgotten, Au revoir Dovidjenja Buon viaggio! With love Irena Adler

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Yesterday I forgot who I was Today I don't recognise me I have many different thoughts But just one identity (Just Me R) Whilst lost through time, along with my identity, I lost my mind. (Ryan Adler) One light refracted into many My prismatic soul, subdivided Incandescent borne iridescence I am transmuted stark incognito (Bill Hughes) I know I am 'YOU' I feel you within me Within my bones, blood, neurons, genes I know I have lost 'ME' Now my NEW identity is 'YOU' (Melancholy of Innocence)

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Jun 6, 2016

Jun 6, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC

ANobody

IDENTITY (draft) would anyone like to add a verse?

Yesterday I forgot who I was Today I don't recognise me I have many different thoughts But just one identity (Just Me R) Whilst lost through time, along with my identity, I lost my mind. (Ryan Adler) One light refracted into many My prismatic soul, subdivided Incandescent borne iridescence I am transmuted stark incognito (Bill Hughes) I know I am 'YOU' I feel you within me Within my bones, blood, neurons, genes I know I have lost 'ME' Now my NEW identity is 'YOU' (Melancholy of Innocence)

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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] “Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew” cited in -Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University: As a child of situational poverty I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers Including Moses Joshua Jeremiah Samuel David Solomon Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve Saint Paul Elie Weisel Chaim Potok Herman Wouk Leon Uris Franz Kafka Leonard Cohen Anne Frank Bernard Malamud Isaac Bashevis Singer Philip Roth Osip Mandelstam Saul Bellow Isaac Asimov Woody Allen Mel Brooks Edna Ferber Yip Harburg George Cukor Mel Brooks Oscar Hammerstein Alan Lerner Carl Reiner Rod Serling Franz Werfel Alan Arkin Claire Bloom Leonard Nimoy Chaim Topol Ed Asner Mel Brooks Peter Falk Werner Klemperer Jack Klugman Walter Matthau Tony Randall Mel Torme John Banner Kirk Douglas Lorne Greene Eli Wallach Sam Wanamaker Morey Amsterdam Leo Genn Otto Preminger Jack Benny Leslie Howard Ernst Lubitsch Cecil B. DeMille Mortimer Adler Allen Bloom Harold Bloom Irving Berlin Boris Pasternak Emil Ludwig Eric Wolfgang Korngold Elmer Bernstein Max Steiner George Gershwin Dimitri Tiomkin Samuel Fuller Alexander Korda Zoltan Korda Emeric Pressburger Erich von Stroheim Billy Wilder William Wyler Fred Zinnemann J. J. Abrams Peter Bogdanovich Michael Curtiz Stanley Donen Stanley Kramer Howard Caine Leon Askin Robert Clary Dinah Shore Stephen Sondheim Volodymyr Zelinsky Simon Schama Louise Gluck Siegfried Sassoon Isaac Rosenberg Joseph Brodsky Rob Morrow Vasily Grossman Stanley Kubrick Viktor Frankl And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth And humanity’s aspirations to the good All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate

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Apr 19, 2024

Apr 19, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

"Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew"

Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] “Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew” cited in -Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University: As a child of situational poverty I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers Including Moses Joshua Jeremiah Samuel David Solomon Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve Saint Paul Elie Weisel Chaim Potok Herman Wouk Leon Uris Franz Kafka Leonard Cohen Anne Frank Bernard Malamud Isaac Bashevis Singer Philip Roth Osip Mandelstam Saul Bellow Isaac Asimov Woody Allen Mel Brooks Edna Ferber Yip Harburg George Cukor Mel Brooks Oscar Hammerstein Alan Lerner Carl Reiner Rod Serling Franz Werfel Alan Arkin Claire Bloom Leonard Nimoy Chaim Topol Ed Asner Mel Brooks Peter Falk Werner Klemperer Jack Klugman Walter Matthau Tony Randall Mel Torme John Banner Kirk Douglas Lorne Greene Eli Wallach Sam Wanamaker Morey Amsterdam Leo Genn Otto Preminger Jack Benny Leslie Howard Ernst Lubitsch Cecil B. DeMille Mortimer Adler Allen Bloom Harold Bloom Irving Berlin Boris Pasternak Emil Ludwig Eric Wolfgang Korngold Elmer Bernstein Max Steiner George Gershwin Dimitri Tiomkin Samuel Fuller Alexander Korda Zoltan Korda Emeric Pressburger Erich von Stroheim Billy Wilder William Wyler Fred Zinnemann J. J. Abrams Peter Bogdanovich Michael Curtiz Stanley Donen Stanley Kramer Howard Caine Leon Askin Robert Clary Dinah Shore Stephen Sondheim Volodymyr Zelinsky Simon Schama Louise Gluck Siegfried Sassoon Isaac Rosenberg Joseph Brodsky Rob Morrow Vasily Grossman Stanley Kubrick Viktor Frankl And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth And humanity’s aspirations to the good All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate

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in discord with Freud addling Adler from a holocaust inspired me when I discovered I was not alone in seeing a need to search for a meaning to life and his suffering disclosed to me how lucky I am to only aspire to tragedy and desire to say, Victor, to you, I toast!

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC

wordvango

logotherapy

in discord with Freud addling Adler from a holocaust inspired me when I discovered I was not alone in seeing a need to search for a meaning to life and his suffering disclosed to me how lucky I am to only aspire to tragedy and desire to say, Victor, to you, I toast!

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Who am I? What do I really want to do With this life given to me Some nights feel like an epiphany But most nights, I feel stuck in an endless existential maze How I wish I can find the answer Shall I trust Adler? To believe in a fictional final goal And trust that all of this will make sense That someday, everything will “fall into place” How I wish I can find the answer To this seemingly never-ending struggle of mine, To that one question of “Who am I?”

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC

kradlestrange

Who am I?

Who am I? What do I really want to do With this life given to me Some nights feel like an epiphany But most nights, I feel stuck in an endless existential maze How I wish I can find the answer Shall I trust Adler? To believe in a fictional final goal And trust that all of this will make sense That someday, everything will “fall into place” How I wish I can find the answer To this seemingly never-ending struggle of mine, To that one question of “Who am I?”

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