"bestimmt" poems - Hello Poetry

sie kniet mächtig unter über unter ihrem Haar du bist süchtig, ihrer blicke, deren Anmut, feurig starr sie erhebt sich, ganz entblößt, doch vollkommen und bestimmt und dann erzählt sie, in ihrer Schönheit, dass sie ist doch noch ein Kind Dieses Mädchen, verworren wild, voller Kraft und voller Geist, OH DIESER ANMUT  DIESE SCHÖNHEIT DIESE BLICKE sie sagt leis, oh liebe Freundin, du willst doch nicht, mir weis machen, ich bin du, deine Reinheit, mit meiner, nicht zu vergleichen ist. Und mein Ich, es schaut mich an, so licht, leicht voller Seele. Und als ich denke DAS BIN ICH, kommen die, die fehlen, tausend Mädchen, sie bin ich, ich bin nicht mehr zu zählen. TAUSEND GEFÜHLE: DAS BIN ICH dann versinke ich in Tränen

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Jul 28, 2010

Jul 28, 2010 at 1:18 PM UTC

samira-meroe

Das ICH

sie kniet mächtig unter über unter ihrem Haar du bist süchtig, ihrer blicke, deren Anmut, feurig starr sie erhebt sich, ganz entblößt, doch vollkommen und bestimmt und dann erzählt sie, in ihrer Schönheit, dass sie ist doch noch ein Kind Dieses Mädchen, verworren wild, voller Kraft und voller Geist, OH DIESER ANMUT  DIESE SCHÖNHEIT DIESE BLICKE sie sagt leis, oh liebe Freundin, du willst doch nicht, mir weis machen, ich bin du, deine Reinheit, mit meiner, nicht zu vergleichen ist. Und mein Ich, es schaut mich an, so licht, leicht voller Seele. Und als ich denke DAS BIN ICH, kommen die, die fehlen, tausend Mädchen, sie bin ich, ich bin nicht mehr zu zählen. TAUSEND GEFÜHLE: DAS BIN ICH dann versinke ich in Tränen

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Walking again in evening dusk it is a must walking through immense wonders poetrysites, poetryhomes and all that wonders need to walk this evening bright see the afterglow in the ditch alright greet Hello Poetry and Hello Friend walking through this immense land who will I meet, who shall I greet? where, what and when I'll tweet all poetryhomes I have been not really many sites I have seen sad sound, mad sound, all insane hellooooo oh no not that again! walking through this endless land looking for the right poetryman afraid I must give up this time no not again poetry sublime the evening dusk lasts nightless long what was that song, what had gone wrong must I not do this walk or not...? irgendwo I have a friend, but forgot in this endless meadowland just see a tippy-bit of gland where is that ditch from far a stitch with enough water and which this is the source of health finding it, oh what a wealth! the afterglow is still the same where is that source, is this a game? oh, there at quite a distance I can see with no resistance oh so sorry, that man has run away so, no poetryman this way but where is the source now clear chrystal water with that glow oh look, the source...wow! surely I'll find that bestimmt now approaching the ditch that clear water I hope it shall not alter anymore into red water bow myself into deepness and see the beauty of clearness wow, clear chrystal source I see someone, please don't force oh...hello....no one.....is it? oh hello....feel so stupid there is someone, it is Sylvie now you know it, it's Hello me... © Sylvia Frances Chan saturday 13-04-13 @22.31 hrs p.m.- W.E.Time

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Apr 13, 2013

Apr 13, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC

sylvia-frances-chan

Hello Me!

Walking again in evening dusk it is a must walking through immense wonders poetrysites, poetryhomes and all that wonders need to walk this evening bright see the afterglow in the ditch alright greet Hello Poetry and Hello Friend walking through this immense land who will I meet, who shall I greet? where, what and when I'll tweet all poetryhomes I have been not really many sites I have seen sad sound, mad sound, all insane hellooooo oh no not that again! walking through this endless land looking for the right poetryman afraid I must give up this time no not again poetry sublime the evening dusk lasts nightless long what was that song, what had gone wrong must I not do this walk or not...? irgendwo I have a friend, but forgot in this endless meadowland just see a tippy-bit of gland where is that ditch from far a stitch with enough water and which this is the source of health finding it, oh what a wealth! the afterglow is still the same where is that source, is this a game? oh, there at quite a distance I can see with no resistance oh so sorry, that man has run away so, no poetryman this way but where is the source now clear chrystal water with that glow oh look, the source...wow! surely I'll find that bestimmt now approaching the ditch that clear water I hope it shall not alter anymore into red water bow myself into deepness and see the beauty of clearness wow, clear chrystal source I see someone, please don't force oh...hello....no one.....is it? oh hello....feel so stupid there is someone, it is Sylvie now you know it, it's Hello me... © Sylvia Frances Chan saturday 13-04-13 @22.31 hrs p.m.- W.E.Time

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you appear so fragile: i don't know whether to want you, or discard you, touch you: or foget to have missed me **** you... your language is a laguid tease... i macbeth, i macbeth... i leave the i am, open to satiate your scoop for an, opening of the wound... i am bemused by having to deal with you as a curiosity, that i... sometimes forget to chase my own shadow... you: forever in third person... are: a person not worth an enigmas' worth to replace the person being towed... and i know what appears fragile... the most... insect-like apparent... a dog-barking-familiar... fake... i know what shuffles in shatter and the scooping fake... a mind... like any other... a hybrid of the wind like a tow of the sly of the southern scythe made: lumber... tow: and the fallen tree, tow... silence... echo... winter breed: a lost... scuttle... macbeth o macbeth! i beseech you, macbeth! to have to heave one heart, but be given another.... and all that constitutes the deaths of the enshrined parody of the basics of the lived society... ich bin spiegel: ich bin schrein - ich bin mutter-witwe: ich bin: die zuletzt: ende... kommen entweder sie zeit, ür platz.... ür: gott ist alle gott iß güt! i don't want to speak the language i was either born with, or the language i acquired... but i also don't want to speak the language that's desired... ar wir bestimmt... sprechen klein so? am i always to halve what is, and what isn't so? scot: hi' h'oon! hoom! sober... and soak: and north baron of: 'oon! 'arangue?! 'a! swoon a'r'ah shoon! hoo! e'yeer!

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 12:40 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

humming hubris

you appear so fragile: i don't know whether to want you, or discard you, touch you: or foget to have missed me **** you... your language is a laguid tease... i macbeth, i macbeth... i leave the i am, open to satiate your scoop for an, opening of the wound... i am bemused by having to deal with you as a curiosity, that i... sometimes forget to chase my own shadow... you: forever in third person... are: a person not worth an enigmas' worth to replace the person being towed... and i know what appears fragile... the most... insect-like apparent... a dog-barking-familiar... fake... i know what shuffles in shatter and the scooping fake... a mind... like any other... a hybrid of the wind like a tow of the sly of the southern scythe made: lumber... tow: and the fallen tree, tow... silence... echo... winter breed: a lost... scuttle... macbeth o macbeth! i beseech you, macbeth! to have to heave one heart, but be given another.... and all that constitutes the deaths of the enshrined parody of the basics of the lived society... ich bin spiegel: ich bin schrein - ich bin mutter-witwe: ich bin: die zuletzt: ende... kommen entweder sie zeit, ür platz.... ür: gott ist alle gott iß güt! i don't want to speak the language i was either born with, or the language i acquired... but i also don't want to speak the language that's desired... ar wir bestimmt... sprechen klein so? am i always to halve what is, and what isn't so? scot: hi' h'oon! hoom! sober... and soak: and north baron of: 'oon! 'arangue?! 'a! swoon a'r'ah shoon! hoo! e'yeer!

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