"bader" poems - Hello Poetry

She was fascinated by the way the beard floated across his face and disappeared without a trace into his ears and thought it was a camera trick. The camera doesn't lie is a lie, though we still believe what we can see,no longer polaroid the humanoid is now devoid of all reality, the photoshopper shops and crops,lops the tops and bottoms of his pics,sticks in bits that don't belong,digitised, giving verbal to the lies in view and finding few who disagree with the elements,reformed and shaped, the new caped crusader,tints,tone raider, I saw Douglas Bader with two legs but peg a negative and hold your tongue,I like to watch the colours run on the drip dry line,processing time. I don't like the fact that numbers attacked this art in forms of decimals it makes us vegetables relying on the cut and crop of photoshop must stop. I told her that it was no trick,he had the beard but the camera was sick,she listened to me in disbelief and from her briefcase took out a camera and snapped a picture of his face, and now I'm fascinated in a way as to whether we can photoshop a rainy day and turn it into something good I wonder if we could or not,must take a look at photoshop.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Tango time

She was fascinated by the way the beard floated across his face and disappeared without a trace into his ears and thought it was a camera trick. The camera doesn't lie is a lie, though we still believe what we can see,no longer polaroid the humanoid is now devoid of all reality, the photoshopper shops and crops,lops the tops and bottoms of his pics,sticks in bits that don't belong,digitised, giving verbal to the lies in view and finding few who disagree with the elements,reformed and shaped, the new caped crusader,tints,tone raider, I saw Douglas Bader with two legs but peg a negative and hold your tongue,I like to watch the colours run on the drip dry line,processing time. I don't like the fact that numbers attacked this art in forms of decimals it makes us vegetables relying on the cut and crop of photoshop must stop. I told her that it was no trick,he had the beard but the camera was sick,she listened to me in disbelief and from her briefcase took out a camera and snapped a picture of his face, and now I'm fascinated in a way as to whether we can photoshop a rainy day and turn it into something good I wonder if we could or not,must take a look at photoshop.

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Der var lange nætter med digte der gav dig lyst til at lægge dig under jorden Du græd stille ned i puden og ønskede at se mig lykkelig men solen er ikke længere genert og kysser dine kinder blidt Du studerer mig som værende forelsket og tager jakken af Du mærker ikke længere kulden fra min krop, men bader dig i vandet af nye tider Der var dage du havde lyst til at give slip på mig, men inden du lod mig svæve Fandt jeg et lille lys og jeg er nu ikke længere i mørket Jeg håber du ved, at du gav mig styrken Og at du må have tiltroen til at der ikke findes øjeblikke jeg ikke kan overkomme mere

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC

frederikke-hyldgaard

til ida

Der var lange nætter med digte der gav dig lyst til at lægge dig under jorden Du græd stille ned i puden og ønskede at se mig lykkelig men solen er ikke længere genert og kysser dine kinder blidt Du studerer mig som værende forelsket og tager jakken af Du mærker ikke længere kulden fra min krop, men bader dig i vandet af nye tider Der var dage du havde lyst til at give slip på mig, men inden du lod mig svæve Fandt jeg et lille lys og jeg er nu ikke længere i mørket Jeg håber du ved, at du gav mig styrken Og at du må have tiltroen til at der ikke findes øjeblikke jeg ikke kan overkomme mere

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The thought of Justice Given rights in the Constitution RBG It’s Judge Ruth Bader Ginsberg you see She fought for Women’s Rights It was at a time being a Women’s plight Judge Ginsberg voice of persuasion Her determination showing representation Judge Ginsberg will be a legacy loss She was one of Supreme Court’s victorious contributing force The world will remember Now Judge Ginsberg rests in Heaven’s slumber Heaven has laws for her look at Judge Ginsberg is now the Spiritual fact Her work on Earth complete Now her soul is in Heaven’s in God’s retreat The Sundown was Judge Ginsberg work done She is no longer among Sunrise to Sundown being her footsteps A Judge’s life in Heaven Judge Ginsberg’s legacy is look up I will be watching from Heaven above

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Sep 19, 2020

Sep 19, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC

preservationman

EMPTY JUDGE’S CHAMBER Tribute to Supreme Court JUDGE RUTH BADER GINSBERG

The thought of Justice Given rights in the Constitution RBG It’s Judge Ruth Bader Ginsberg you see She fought for Women’s Rights It was at a time being a Women’s plight Judge Ginsberg voice of persuasion Her determination showing representation Judge Ginsberg will be a legacy loss She was one of Supreme Court’s victorious contributing force The world will remember Now Judge Ginsberg rests in Heaven’s slumber Heaven has laws for her look at Judge Ginsberg is now the Spiritual fact Her work on Earth complete Now her soul is in Heaven’s in God’s retreat The Sundown was Judge Ginsberg work done She is no longer among Sunrise to Sundown being her footsteps A Judge’s life in Heaven Judge Ginsberg’s legacy is look up I will be watching from Heaven above

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High school's like a jury - let us all be judged the righteous and the wicked and especially those in love The jury's always watching - it has a thousand eyes it's in constant deliberation and it hears a million lies some think there's popular immunity and that's how the system works but celebrities are piquant targets - it's one of the systems quirks Ladies and gentlemen of the jury - I address you here today to plead the cause of justice for a girl who was drugged astray I know this girl’s not popular - she's known as "what's her name" But the prominent guy who “seduced” her used methods vile and lame I work cloud-like opinion and gossip pointedly outside stalls I direct lunch-time chatter and I'm "overheard" in busy halls I'm a regular Bader Ginsburg - you WANT me on your side and If I'm coming for you - there's no fu*king place to hide

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Jun 26, 2020

Jun 26, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC

anaisvionet

the jury

High school's like a jury - let us all be judged the righteous and the wicked and especially those in love The jury's always watching - it has a thousand eyes it's in constant deliberation and it hears a million lies some think there's popular immunity and that's how the system works but celebrities are piquant targets - it's one of the systems quirks Ladies and gentlemen of the jury - I address you here today to plead the cause of justice for a girl who was drugged astray I know this girl’s not popular - she's known as "what's her name" But the prominent guy who “seduced” her used methods vile and lame I work cloud-like opinion and gossip pointedly outside stalls I direct lunch-time chatter and I'm "overheard" in busy halls I'm a regular Bader Ginsburg - you WANT me on your side and If I'm coming for you - there's no fu*king place to hide

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February fell in again and so I begin again, but it's always yesterday someday. Yesterday where I burn and today they say I will learn, perversely yesterday's where I turn to for some heat and February beats me again. I lose it somewhere along each line and some time sometimes loses me age has no friends. See, I like the feel of good jazz on my skin where the trumpet blows in and a good mood can begin, but yesterday follows, like a hollow faced stalker and some time when February comes calling it seems like it hits me and I'm always falling. The way that thing are I won't fall very far bent as I am by the years. I should be up there reaching for the sky Douglas Bader knows why instead, I'm kneeling feeling foolish praying, saying things like forgive me. God give me strength and at length I think somebody does.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

In the cold light a hot soup is most welcome.

February fell in again and so I begin again, but it's always yesterday someday. Yesterday where I burn and today they say I will learn, perversely yesterday's where I turn to for some heat and February beats me again. I lose it somewhere along each line and some time sometimes loses me age has no friends. See, I like the feel of good jazz on my skin where the trumpet blows in and a good mood can begin, but yesterday follows, like a hollow faced stalker and some time when February comes calling it seems like it hits me and I'm always falling. The way that thing are I won't fall very far bent as I am by the years. I should be up there reaching for the sky Douglas Bader knows why instead, I'm kneeling feeling foolish praying, saying things like forgive me. God give me strength and at length I think somebody does.

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vi bader halvnøgne i maaneskinet på en lun juninat vi løber smadder fulde ned mod stranden men famler i blinde jeg træder i torne hvorfor husker jeg kun hånden på min ryg maaneskinet dine forsigtige støn men ikke den smerte da mine fødder var skåret fuldstændig til blods?

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC

maaneskaer

maaneskin

vi bader halvnøgne i maaneskinet på en lun juninat vi løber smadder fulde ned mod stranden men famler i blinde jeg træder i torne hvorfor husker jeg kun hånden på min ryg maaneskinet dine forsigtige støn men ikke den smerte da mine fødder var skåret fuldstændig til blods?

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He is an elephant of black and white Honored with eyes just too bright He fights for his people Keeping them as High as a building’s steeple After years of glory he has rested It’s all back to us; we have bean tested I half white half black People whom are lying on my back We will finish this war I open the first door People have caused all this chaos I am tiered from all the loss Rise the white flag No more bodies to drag We speak to freedom What are people doing drinking all that *** We hold the power of a thousand apes We need these men to push these breaks I remember the day we cried please As the mountain echo the seas Written by my brother: bader al Issaei

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Apr 6, 2014

Apr 6, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC

budour-al-issaei

The Animal Kingdom

He is an elephant of black and white Honored with eyes just too bright He fights for his people Keeping them as High as a building’s steeple After years of glory he has rested It’s all back to us; we have bean tested I half white half black People whom are lying on my back We will finish this war I open the first door People have caused all this chaos I am tiered from all the loss Rise the white flag No more bodies to drag We speak to freedom What are people doing drinking all that *** We hold the power of a thousand apes We need these men to push these breaks I remember the day we cried please As the mountain echo the seas Written by my brother: bader al Issaei

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Vi bader halvnøgne i maaneskinet på en lun juninat vi løber smadder fulde ned mod stranden men famler i blinde jeg træder i torne Hvorfor husker jeg kun hånden på min ryg maaneskinet dine forsigtige støn men ikke den smerte da mine fødder var skåret fuldstændig til blods?

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC

et-eller-andet

08/11/2014

Vi bader halvnøgne i maaneskinet på en lun juninat vi løber smadder fulde ned mod stranden men famler i blinde jeg træder i torne Hvorfor husker jeg kun hånden på min ryg maaneskinet dine forsigtige støn men ikke den smerte da mine fødder var skåret fuldstændig til blods?

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