"blat" poems - Hello Poetry

*ah **** you ęnglishman! ty jedynie Liverpool!* kielce i scyzoryk... no i tyle... korona i gleba - kacap i świnia - nagle napoleon na capie i tuwim i ja: kiedy to zadupie zwane Moskwa wrota otwiera: jak pizda kurwy na tle stonogi - fu fu... co za perfum! czasem wu casem ef - ale nie nagle kastrat! hujnia hu, hujnia ** - blat blata w komin indora brzuch wpycha, na siłe, ale jej brak! no to blah blah blah blah... blah; apropo(s), tzn. nie tyczy tyczki czyli upper-long-jump, neun meter bach oben; za grass za grass - uberschiellsewonderbra: like peeling the skin of a ******** bag: magician's rabbit in it too! a ona nadal nie kuma... holender plu w jej twarz a ona myśli że mowa raptem po ceausescu czešku! škoda / szkoda - tak samo zwane: pierdolenie of chopenie (szo! szu! mucha w uchu! taki oto kwaskowy miód!)

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Apr 28, 2016

Apr 28, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

po polshu

*ah **** you ęnglishman! ty jedynie Liverpool!* kielce i scyzoryk... no i tyle... korona i gleba - kacap i świnia - nagle napoleon na capie i tuwim i ja: kiedy to zadupie zwane Moskwa wrota otwiera: jak pizda kurwy na tle stonogi - fu fu... co za perfum! czasem wu casem ef - ale nie nagle kastrat! hujnia hu, hujnia ** - blat blata w komin indora brzuch wpycha, na siłe, ale jej brak! no to blah blah blah blah... blah; apropo(s), tzn. nie tyczy tyczki czyli upper-long-jump, neun meter bach oben; za grass za grass - uberschiellsewonderbra: like peeling the skin of a ******** bag: magician's rabbit in it too! a ona nadal nie kuma... holender plu w jej twarz a ona myśli że mowa raptem po ceausescu czešku! škoda / szkoda - tak samo zwane: pierdolenie of chopenie (szo! szu! mucha w uchu! taki oto kwaskowy miód!)

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You can see the lights form anywhere I you didn’t know how to say when then Theres. Said the city when you get drunk If When where Iraq vet couldn’t but be there Yet said sorry head down bobbing b ***** b ***** road road the once liner C snitch couldn’t quite catch when They said only see snitch said if Rich r say r can not be but r sway Couldn’t say but if are we went R own way then then only say What you wand and the love though Keep strong thought though through Window with smile then bile but D gone and dez gone said when wrong but no **** and no wrong zebra is but gone and **** game when no name is sure game but slay nah nah if you laugh in cough cough " parade say sa yong man young man man you gone to far blat vblaat

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Oct 30, 2016

Oct 30, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC

andrewf5

dRILLkeep on with it" and could quit quit na na if game

You can see the lights form anywhere I you didn’t know how to say when then Theres. Said the city when you get drunk If When where Iraq vet couldn’t but be there Yet said sorry head down bobbing b ***** b ***** road road the once liner C snitch couldn’t quite catch when They said only see snitch said if Rich r say r can not be but r sway Couldn’t say but if are we went R own way then then only say What you wand and the love though Keep strong thought though through Window with smile then bile but D gone and dez gone said when wrong but no **** and no wrong zebra is but gone and **** game when no name is sure game but slay nah nah if you laugh in cough cough " parade say sa yong man young man man you gone to far blat vblaat

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~for teach~ tell me, are you ok? yeah, more or less; like everybody else, wires get crossed, static builds up, the speakers bleat when they should blat, and you try to stop thinking, cause why hurt yourself too much? what’s wrong? nothing to specific, that seems to be the problem, like aches and sharp pains that come without reason, on a schedule all their own, no prior consultation, permission slip sig forged, so badly, it’s insulting it’s 3:14 am, woke up with headphones on, every tune, reandomly selected, saying, only the lonely, solitary man, miles to go, it’s probably me, long monday coming, gonna spend it looking for the summer now look at this, me done wrote another impoverished poem, just by stringing together song titles that were selected just for me by an artificial intelligence, it’s closing time, in the fields of gold, prine singing a blues lullaby, just for me, so I won’t have to think so hard for an answer to tell me, are you ok? me? got no complaints that ain’t my own fault, my guilt is plugged in always charging, sleep comes in dreams of many colors, eclectic eclipses, electrifying and elicited, words come spilling so easy, pre-selected, elocuted and executed, with madding ease. two more lines, then calling it quits, but at least got an answer, why for me it’s so easy, the being hard <> 3:32am and the moonlight so bright, it’s making shadows on earth, left behind like good graffiti announcing I was here, maybe I’ll find these words, when I wake up, wonder who wright these, twasn’t me, I’m a sound sleeper, can never remember, dreams, or nightmares, even those in technicolor, wake up a blank slate, to see, gotta answer somebody’s question, if I’m ok?

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Sep 7, 2020

Sep 7, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

are you ok?

~for teach~ tell me, are you ok? yeah, more or less; like everybody else, wires get crossed, static builds up, the speakers bleat when they should blat, and you try to stop thinking, cause why hurt yourself too much? what’s wrong? nothing to specific, that seems to be the problem, like aches and sharp pains that come without reason, on a schedule all their own, no prior consultation, permission slip sig forged, so badly, it’s insulting it’s 3:14 am, woke up with headphones on, every tune, reandomly selected, saying, only the lonely, solitary man, miles to go, it’s probably me, long monday coming, gonna spend it looking for the summer now look at this, me done wrote another impoverished poem, just by stringing together song titles that were selected just for me by an artificial intelligence, it’s closing time, in the fields of gold, prine singing a blues lullaby, just for me, so I won’t have to think so hard for an answer to tell me, are you ok? me? got no complaints that ain’t my own fault, my guilt is plugged in always charging, sleep comes in dreams of many colors, eclectic eclipses, electrifying and elicited, words come spilling so easy, pre-selected, elocuted and executed, with madding ease. two more lines, then calling it quits, but at least got an answer, why for me it’s so easy, the being hard <> 3:32am and the moonlight so bright, it’s making shadows on earth, left behind like good graffiti announcing I was here, maybe I’ll find these words, when I wake up, wonder who wright these, twasn’t me, I’m a sound sleeper, can never remember, dreams, or nightmares, even those in technicolor, wake up a blank slate, to see, gotta answer somebody’s question, if I’m ok?

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If it's true, and you know it is, sister, money don't grow, on the tree of life, oh, no, toil and pain and sorrow, those grow, on the tree of life, outside these walls of mud faith bakes, and builds heroic as formal evidence, by grace alone, the blessing on America, Oi, where Chickasaw whole life awaken dance hey hey yahweh, same dance same sacred idea We got StarLink in Chad, oh, when can we read the heresies personal savior level lucky prayer online, free from press, amen. All amenable Kilroy, was here. We pulledhisassoffhisthrone with thunder words, and other nonsense We learned to read, and write shocking truths no slave should know, money, has all kindsaansworn NDAs there's the tie, the business religion, re attaching ligamental forces, pending dooms used to make the peasants pay for joy, ceremony of the veterans, paid with joy, ai, we die… all we celebrate, and all we worship Ares, and Elon's trip to Mars, and Hermes, tricking me into telling a preacher story, truer or not, it is too soon to say, stories sometimes hook up with old characters, brought to mind using ceremonial reminders, put on your respected veteran medal of wit, let this mind be in you, this military mind, eh strut your stuff, you patriotic consciousnesses. A bubble of belief engulfed the big parade, the ompa blat left behind. We blinked. They won. I came away with an alienated mind, to this day, I am happy to say, that has made the difference, I lived, while others just died.

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Nov 13, 2024

Nov 13, 2024 at 8:05 PM UTC

kenpepiton

What Memorial Days Do

If it's true, and you know it is, sister, money don't grow, on the tree of life, oh, no, toil and pain and sorrow, those grow, on the tree of life, outside these walls of mud faith bakes, and builds heroic as formal evidence, by grace alone, the blessing on America, Oi, where Chickasaw whole life awaken dance hey hey yahweh, same dance same sacred idea We got StarLink in Chad, oh, when can we read the heresies personal savior level lucky prayer online, free from press, amen. All amenable Kilroy, was here. We pulledhisassoffhisthrone with thunder words, and other nonsense We learned to read, and write shocking truths no slave should know, money, has all kindsaansworn NDAs there's the tie, the business religion, re attaching ligamental forces, pending dooms used to make the peasants pay for joy, ceremony of the veterans, paid with joy, ai, we die… all we celebrate, and all we worship Ares, and Elon's trip to Mars, and Hermes, tricking me into telling a preacher story, truer or not, it is too soon to say, stories sometimes hook up with old characters, brought to mind using ceremonial reminders, put on your respected veteran medal of wit, let this mind be in you, this military mind, eh strut your stuff, you patriotic consciousnesses. A bubble of belief engulfed the big parade, the ompa blat left behind. We blinked. They won. I came away with an alienated mind, to this day, I am happy to say, that has made the difference, I lived, while others just died.

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