"asterix" poems - Hello Poetry

I love the warm smell more than baked bread. I love the old stories flooding back through my head. I love the middle-age chatter, with child like mutters, finding old favorites in old familiar covers. I love the personalised fountain-penned message, carefully scribed and meticulously dated. I don't care about the number of dog eared pages, or the tell-tale signs of well worn aging. Tea stains and small tears - they don't bother me, each tell a new tale beyond what I can see. I love the weight of the years sitting in my hand, I love the tether to past lives multi-second-hand. With memories of libraries with warm worn carpets, wall to wall adventures and sun faded artists, battered yellow seats, shooshed conversations, quietly spoken protests at the books being rationed. I stayed past closing, riding trains of free thought with Tin Tin, Asterix and old Mrs Pepperpot. I'm still drawn to the pages and the feeling inside second-hand stories where memories reside.

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Nov 28, 2018

Nov 28, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC

stevejeff

Second-hand

I love the warm smell more than baked bread. I love the old stories flooding back through my head. I love the middle-age chatter, with child like mutters, finding old favorites in old familiar covers. I love the personalised fountain-penned message, carefully scribed and meticulously dated. I don't care about the number of dog eared pages, or the tell-tale signs of well worn aging. Tea stains and small tears - they don't bother me, each tell a new tale beyond what I can see. I love the weight of the years sitting in my hand, I love the tether to past lives multi-second-hand. With memories of libraries with warm worn carpets, wall to wall adventures and sun faded artists, battered yellow seats, shooshed conversations, quietly spoken protests at the books being rationed. I stayed past closing, riding trains of free thought with Tin Tin, Asterix and old Mrs Pepperpot. I'm still drawn to the pages and the feeling inside second-hand stories where memories reside.

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how my balloon became addicted to helium is a cautionary in a coal mine choking on fumes, next to the garden hose, all snakes and power-lines entangled in the turbulence of absolute calm , a rarefied catastrophe an asterix, just to the right of the meaningless word you would say to me. how my balloon became addicted to helium is a lost tomb. teensy- weensy bones are polished very close to microphones. i would have to be the nothingness, just for the night [ followed by the longest day with you. ] jimmy the lock and fish out the quills; we'll write a new desolation in cuneiform and iron will - throw out your kinsmen if they be discontinuous... to shave a few hours off time wasted delirious.

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Oct 17, 2012

Oct 17, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC

third-eye-candy

How My Balloon Became Addicted To Helium

how my balloon became addicted to helium is a cautionary in a coal mine choking on fumes, next to the garden hose, all snakes and power-lines entangled in the turbulence of absolute calm , a rarefied catastrophe an asterix, just to the right of the meaningless word you would say to me. how my balloon became addicted to helium is a lost tomb. teensy- weensy bones are polished very close to microphones. i would have to be the nothingness, just for the night [ followed by the longest day with you. ] jimmy the lock and fish out the quills; we'll write a new desolation in cuneiform and iron will - throw out your kinsmen if they be discontinuous... to shave a few hours off time wasted delirious.

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You said I was Alaska- its true But I'm not gonna crash that car. I replied 'then you're the Colonel' And you're much better- by far. You always said you were Lennie And this I was George- the clever one. But I am the fool and you are the brighter, You'll be around when I'm gone. You always thought you were Ron And me Hermione- I guess so. But then who's Harry- *** we're not gonna marry It's you- you are the hero. I reckon I'm Eragon- the wanna be warrior With a lot to learn. But I've Saphira by my side Level-headed fun and stern. I'm Frodo- I keep going, But weakness roots in my heart In you I have found my Sam, Won't let me fall back to the start. Asterix the bright and clever- Always knows what to do. I follow- a faithful Obelix, I'll always look to you. And if I am truly Odin then you are Asgard itself. How many other ways can I describe our friendship? Your are Peter the rock- And I am Thomas the doubter.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC

charlie-hazels

A Literary Duo

You said I was Alaska- its true But I'm not gonna crash that car. I replied 'then you're the Colonel' And you're much better- by far. You always said you were Lennie And this I was George- the clever one. But I am the fool and you are the brighter, You'll be around when I'm gone. You always thought you were Ron And me Hermione- I guess so. But then who's Harry- *** we're not gonna marry It's you- you are the hero. I reckon I'm Eragon- the wanna be warrior With a lot to learn. But I've Saphira by my side Level-headed fun and stern. I'm Frodo- I keep going, But weakness roots in my heart In you I have found my Sam, Won't let me fall back to the start. Asterix the bright and clever- Always knows what to do. I follow- a faithful Obelix, I'll always look to you. And if I am truly Odin then you are Asgard itself. How many other ways can I describe our friendship? Your are Peter the rock- And I am Thomas the doubter.

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the only time we care about the poor is in disaster, there's been freedom for decades, but we're still owned by slave masters, incorporated trademarks branded on our spine, the american dream, might as well be bovine. flagpole sitting flappers, never expect to fall, '33 til infinity, greed affects us all, and it's more, than a disease, there's no atticus, instead, great gatsbies. and boo radley, aint gonna right these wrongs, all we've got are our words and the will to stand strong, and it seems we're just monkeys, launched into orbit, in spaceships, that only fall once reality hits, and i don't see any solutions soon, we consume and presume, that this is all a cartoon, asterix fiction, we lack conviction, we lack the diction, to speak our mind, we are confined, to the roles, and the moulds, and the holes, that are made for our souls, we stay out of the spotlight, even when the times right, allergic to great heights, like madden going to superbowls. ice cold, a wise man said was cooler than cool but these fools aint never heard of ice-nine, it's the right time, got the right rhymes, who cares about these thugs, i'm set on madoff crimes, who cares about the dealers, follow the money like the wire, we're civilians in vans under apache fire, and the cover-up is comin, the cover-up is comin the cover-up is comin the cover-up is comin the only time i'm hostile, is within, when i gotta smile at these businessmen, that are tearing us apart, and ******** on our soil, tearing out our hearts, creeping like the mcboyles, i've toiled in the trenches, for most of my days, as have the majority of those i know, and we can't just quit, we gotta get paid, materialstic societies depend on dough, so we dream of being on boats like samberg the only threat to our fatasses is the hamburg -ler, there's no cure, there's no care, there's no health, it's not fair, but if you keep on dreamin, one day it'll be there, simply stare at the sun, things'll brighten up, keep buying that product, trust me, they give a **** fall into place, stand in single file, and whatever you do, don't forget to smile.

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Jul 3, 2012

Jul 3, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC

shawn

ice-nine

the only time we care about the poor is in disaster, there's been freedom for decades, but we're still owned by slave masters, incorporated trademarks branded on our spine, the american dream, might as well be bovine. flagpole sitting flappers, never expect to fall, '33 til infinity, greed affects us all, and it's more, than a disease, there's no atticus, instead, great gatsbies. and boo radley, aint gonna right these wrongs, all we've got are our words and the will to stand strong, and it seems we're just monkeys, launched into orbit, in spaceships, that only fall once reality hits, and i don't see any solutions soon, we consume and presume, that this is all a cartoon, asterix fiction, we lack conviction, we lack the diction, to speak our mind, we are confined, to the roles, and the moulds, and the holes, that are made for our souls, we stay out of the spotlight, even when the times right, allergic to great heights, like madden going to superbowls. ice cold, a wise man said was cooler than cool but these fools aint never heard of ice-nine, it's the right time, got the right rhymes, who cares about these thugs, i'm set on madoff crimes, who cares about the dealers, follow the money like the wire, we're civilians in vans under apache fire, and the cover-up is comin, the cover-up is comin the cover-up is comin the cover-up is comin the only time i'm hostile, is within, when i gotta smile at these businessmen, that are tearing us apart, and ******** on our soil, tearing out our hearts, creeping like the mcboyles, i've toiled in the trenches, for most of my days, as have the majority of those i know, and we can't just quit, we gotta get paid, materialstic societies depend on dough, so we dream of being on boats like samberg the only threat to our fatasses is the hamburg -ler, there's no cure, there's no care, there's no health, it's not fair, but if you keep on dreamin, one day it'll be there, simply stare at the sun, things'll brighten up, keep buying that product, trust me, they give a **** fall into place, stand in single file, and whatever you do, don't forget to smile.

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Welcome to the major leagues You've paid your dues and made the team Followed your heart now live the dream Welcome to the major leagues "Batter!" up you're in the box Swing and miss your average drops Always tomorrow it never stops Welcome to the major leagues A few bad games reputation fades Rumors start, so do the trades Now a question when once an ace Welcome to the major leagues Bounce around from town to town Look for an edge on the low down Needles pills always around Welcome to the major leagues Back on track to be a winner Pressure mounts contracts get bigger **** test finds you, hey go figure Welcome to the major leagues Adidas, Nike, gatorade, Endorsments start to drift away Suspension doiled out 40 games Welcome to the major leagues Conference called speak from the heart Media tears you apart Promise you'll make another start Welcome to the major leagues Asterix on your legacy Move back home, hang up your cleats Embarrased, beat and in defeat Welcome to the major leagues

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC

JT999

Welcome To The Major Leagues

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Dostoyevsky lies above Chekhov The yellowed pages of Marquez Stands aside in sad mood With hundred years of solitude From the bearded Tolstoy Peeps out an innocent boy For a small piece of land Just enough to rest in peace It's all a wildly strange mix Where Tintin rules over Asterix Hawking confuses the soul With time's history and blackhole On a pedestal Shakespeare loses might His musty volumes half eaten by termite Tagore not yet ready to lose his vigour Shines upon eyes with portly figure There's astronomy, history, magic and science Rubbing shoulders with morality and conscience Neatly stacked one upon the other Mostly crumbling by time's weather Ill preserved and not anymore read Muddled words lost in the head. But I only admire the tidying woman Who labours hard does the best she can Arrange them to restore their old glories If by chance someone reopens the stories.

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Mar 17, 2024

Mar 17, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

The Glorious

Dostoyevsky lies above Chekhov The yellowed pages of Marquez Stands aside in sad mood With hundred years of solitude From the bearded Tolstoy Peeps out an innocent boy For a small piece of land Just enough to rest in peace It's all a wildly strange mix Where Tintin rules over Asterix Hawking confuses the soul With time's history and blackhole On a pedestal Shakespeare loses might His musty volumes half eaten by termite Tagore not yet ready to lose his vigour Shines upon eyes with portly figure There's astronomy, history, magic and science Rubbing shoulders with morality and conscience Neatly stacked one upon the other Mostly crumbling by time's weather Ill preserved and not anymore read Muddled words lost in the head. But I only admire the tidying woman Who labours hard does the best she can Arrange them to restore their old glories If by chance someone reopens the stories.

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