"bude" poems
A jogging man from Bude
was most incredibly rude
being greatly endowed
but imprudenly proud
he did something silly
he trod on his willie
now he's never about in the ****
TOBIAS
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
There was an old person of Bude,
Whose deportment was vicious and crude;
He wore a large ruff,
Of pale straw-coloured stuff,
Which perplexed all the people of Bude.
2.3k
the ravages of time have gnawed
at the stone wall dividing car park and garden
creating small crevasses
those now give shelter to small beings
like the snail that is grateful
to hide
it has found its way
into the depths of the wall
unnoticed by predators
considering it a tasty meal and
uncrushed by careless hurried feet
that frequently are
oblivious to the path underneath
many a snail has thus passed away
this one however has found
a transient refuge
its only predator now
is time
for soon it must choose
and either come out and
face the perils of life
or starve hiding in the wall
(You will never know if you lay low)
© Jasmine, Bude, July 2010
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
Jedno slunce vládne všem,
feťákům i snům šelem.
Jedno slunce vládne nám
a shoří v něm každý trám.
Jedno slunce vládne výš,
uhoří v něm kočka, myš
Vypaří se zuby s hubou,
pokud v našich nějaké zbudou
Vypaří se moře, tváře
a panenky od oltáře
Odpaří se tíha, směr
a životy na úvěr
Vypaří se ženy, svišti
a jejich děti na parkovišti
Nic nezbude po školách
a světlo bude šířit strach.
Jedno slunce vládne teď
a roste po něm každá sněť.
Jedno slunce pravdu zná
a nikdo jiná nepozná.
Jedno slunce má svou noc.
Kdo mu přijde na pomoc?
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
Dala si k srdci kostky ledu
a uvnitř toužila po slunci,
v řečišti slov hledá nápovědu
a lásku miluje v posuncích.
"Chce být vážná jako noc
a svítí jako den.
Do pasti její noci
bude den polapen."
Než vzduch sedne na její křídla
a prach svoji šanci vytuší,
někdo objeví její slepená zřídla
a bude ji učit dívat se živým do duší.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
Foaming waves roll in from the sea
And explode into millions of droplets
Creating rainbows
The lone figure on the beach
Observes the endless cycle
Of ebb and flow
Mesmerized by the force of nature
Eating away at the rocks
And cascading back into the sea
Eight-legged ***** and five-pointed stars
Limpets clinging to the rock
Undisturbed by the crashing waters
A dead jellyfish on the beach
Sends odors of decay
Into the nostrils of the only human
Within sight
The cry of the gulls
Disturb the blissful trance
Eyes turned skyward
To watch the winged creatures
Fighting to stay on course
The winds however have no such issues
Unconcerned about the fate of the birds
A determined cry – success
Safety on a ledge
The being on the beach
Seemingly forlorn
Digs wrinkled toes into cool sand
Watching a ship
Sailing off the horizon
Blissful
The rays of the sun on chilled skin
Drinking in the warmth
The clouds above
Playfully chase each other
Never catching up
Not even wanting to
They see no need for competition
Those tufts of white vapor
Just are what they are
And always will be
The being on the beach is
Lost in thoughts
Wondering
Who it is
What it is and why
Deriving comfort
From the tales of the clouds
The sea and the wind
Knowing that its ponderings
Are of no importance
To anyone else
And that it is and always will be
Infinite creation
Bude, July 19th, 2010
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
A day with a stranger
an outing to Bude
he sings me a long song
I think it's
'Hey Jude'
The bars down in Cornwall
are all lined with tin
the beer tastes of petrol
I order a gin.
The stars in the night sky
are far and away
more exciting than an outing
to Bude for a day.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
POLJUBCI S TVOJIH USANA
U ovoj toploj noći
san mi ne dolazi na oči.
Oblaci su nebo prekrili
mjesec su sakrili.
Zvijezde ne sjaje
vrijeme ljeta još traje.
Sa prozora Čiovo se vidi
na počinak su išli ljudi.
Na kantunalu stoji naša slika
moja ljubav prema tebi je velika.
Tih ću biti
ne bih te htio probuditi
želim te sretnu ujutro vidjeti.
Na moru jedrenjak
sa bijelim jedrima
osvjetljava more
sa svojim svijetlima.
Kasni su noćni sati
vrijeme je da se pođe spavati.
Zaželim želju prije sna
da me ujutro bude
poljubci sa tvojih usana.
Stjepan Orlić
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 6:07 AM UTC