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Tungkol saan kaya ang isusulat ko?
Dito sa papel at lapis na hawak ko?
Tungkol kaya ‘to sa kapaligiran ko?
O sa nararamdama’t karanasan ko?
Ngayon, nananatiling blangko si papel
Nakasulat palang itong si letrang “L”
Hayy ‘di pa naman tumutunog ‘tong si “bell”
Kaya gagamitin nalang muna si “cel”
At lumipas ang mahigit isang oras
Napansin ko, ako’y nagsayang ng oras!
Hayy nakoo! Bakit  dito  bilis mo oras?!
‘lam mo nang ayokong tumayo sa labas.
Nakoo ‘yan na si teacher [insert pangalan]!
Ay! Itago! Itago si “cel” bilisan!
Ibalik si papel! ‘tong lapis tasahan!
Para ‘di guilty mukha, boses lakasan!
Ay teka’ ba’t si teacher’  dito ang *****?
Parang umaapoy kanyang mga mata
Biglang kinabahan na parang ‘sang bata,
Hayy nakoo! Ako ata’y lagot nanaman!
Nahugot agad si “cel” sa pagalapit niya
At inilagay niya sa drawer ng mesa niya
Itong aking nararamdaman, ‘di kaya
Pawang nan’liliit’ sa labis na hiya.
Kaya kasama ulit si blangkong papel
Kasama narin ‘tong si tanging letra “L”
Ngunit ngayo’y ang lungkot’ wala na si “cel”
At saktong tumunog itong si lokong “bell”.
dedicated to all my fellow Filipinos here in Hellopoetry!

My first and only poem written in my native language.

From 3 years ago.

(07 – 25 – 2013)
Steaming, pale pink, moments ago
these rosebuds were sleeping, dried, unfragrant.

Now, like a single paper flower that blossoms from within
its scrubbed clam shell, held together lightly, then opening slowly
in its requisite, tall, crystalline glass of water,
these tiny buds are softening, unfurling, reviving,
intoxicating me with this heady, womanly scent, and
moistening my face as I lean over this healing brew you sent for me.

Born of humans, linked to me by human blood and a shared, ancient selkie ancestry,
wise, beautiful, deep eyes, flowing dark hair, blessings pour forth from you
in all, and every moment, of your gentle, earnest, worshiping life.

Kinswoman to my open heart,
to our ceaseless inquiries into sacred mysteries,
your power to transform finds me
wherever I am.
Copyrighted by Elisa Maria Argiro 2017
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
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but in Colombo.         In the words of Ron Caguuerro,
first born in 1570, is the image of his wife Binissi Carinini
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in 1536 and is the capital of Lempira Department.              To the Roman numeral Republic, the oceans, comics
and the country's fields are all angels.    Song is the first person
in the US coastal movement. This is similar to a game.
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2, 3, 3 miles, 42 miles to the Kosovo suppliers;
should see July 73 Day, gay and unforgettable.
La Paz, rented for two years to Paul and George P. 2; EPT
is not Hiroshima. ... Europe, 1683 100·šekeku Colombo,
France's 'final diving' bell... [2] and Italian Liquid Liquid iodine Yeninitti doves, Jenkins - the general way.
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I will focus on the female research of Shusuke. [4] [5] [6]
or less. Two meanings [7] were decided.
However, this product, These colors are well known in North Korea.
Now things like drinks in the sea. Germany checks out. [10]
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rooftop cèremony. Niyemi Paris in Europe, central and beautiful.
Provide performance. In the UK, in France, in most cases,
the colony should be occupied in my way, but in Colombo.
In other words, the first time was born in 1570. Ron Caguuerro
is the image of his wife Binissi Carinina Françesca.
In all cases, the countries of AT-Ucias, Farm, Ocean, Cartoon,
and Roman Digital Republic are all angels. The Pine coastal isthmus
was the first in the United States. It is similar to a game.
The story is a story. 1000 Sun Scott ... enjoy the best place
in Georgia 4 PE / Mobile Shirley Grinding March 1 3 3 / 3 seconds
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in France, in most cases, the colony should be captured in my way,
but in Colombo. In other words, Ron Caguuerro, born in 1570
for the first time, is the image of his wife Binnissi Carinina Françoosca.
In all cases, AT Ucias, the fields of the Roman numeral Republic,
the oceans' comics and the country are all angels.
Pine is the first person in the American coastal movement.
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1000 ... 1000 ... you will get 4Ps / 2 Coralie Lee and George Thomas, 2 years, 3 years, 4 years, 3 for sale. The idea ​​is Paul's and the king,
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in Hiroshima - | This year's question will be working on cellular phones
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However, these products are possible. The color is well known
in North Korea. A new product, for example Dopa, will land on the coast.
The Germans said. Meet this. [10] And you always have to understand
the error. [6] [11] Imolato's cereals and rights. Black joke surgery.
Lion Ruggiero Kavelli and comedy, dog and her husband, care of the care
that takes care of the wife Verrisimo Crown care Geranium Paris Occidental horizontal movement. Performance Ned defends the widow. England, France and in such cases and most often like the provinces, they ordered them to Colombia Columbury. In other words, the total area of ​​Seretta's. Ron Cagliostro was born 1570 [14]. In his memory of his wife Bianca Colelli Crane, Colette, of the system belonging to Francesca's hiney
as shown.
In all matters the number of peasants on the earth and you,
the Gentiles of Antioch, land, cartoon sea, Rome, he is all angels.
It was said that America's Trinity first stood up and stood up and stood up. [9] This is very similar to sports. History is history. 1000 Sunny ... Enjoy
the best tourist attractions, 4P enemies Scott Georgia / Mobile will help you manage the crystal 3. Minister of Mars, Young Border Collie 1000 4 P / sec and 3 - Cicero fully in standing water, 4R / S 3 again Meso-Asia.
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4 years, 3 .. sold. Paul casts they crawl to the king and ask cryo-based questions.1000 ... The two parties will immediately teach the lessons to the sea: [2] ... 3-4 p Possibility of curling in Hiroshima - This year's question
is addressing the mobile phone 1000 - P 4/4 I will. Chen Sybil Cicero / P / S - 3 Mechanical Solution University, for example 100 thousand years.
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as Dope Land [New Bedford] on the coast. The Germans said. Look at this. [10] And you always have to understand the error. [6] [11] Imolato's serial and rights. Black joke surgery. Lion Ruggiero Kavali and comedy,
the dog and her husband's other wife's Horizon Care of care to take care
of Crown care Geranium Paris Occidental horizon movement.
Performance Needs protection from the widow, England, France,
and in such cases, in many cases, like the provinces they ordered
the Colombian colonial. In other words, the total area of ​​Seretta's
Ron Cagliostro was born in 1570 [14].  In his memory of his wife Bianca · Correli · Crane and Colette of the system belonging to Francesca 's tree
is shown. In all matters of the earth and you, the Gentiles of Antioch,
the land, the cartoon sea, the number of Roman peasants are all angels.  
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                           Paul throws them to the king and makes a frozen question.
Star BG Jan 2018
I TRIED CALLING YOU BUT...
it went to voice mail immediately.

Does your phone need charging
run down from all your busyness?

Is it lost in a pocketbook,
absent of sunlight?

Has it been left alone to wander
in halls of an endless ring?

Is it longing to hear your voice
tickle it's insides?

Could it be on vibrate,
with tones silenced?

I tried calling you but...
an electronic voice was all that echoed.
making me feel alone.
I reached out for a friend but she wasn't there.
Forty years in this old house
It’s filled with treasures lacking worth
To anyone expecting gold,
But priceless in the life recalled.

The warnings came a week ago-
A cataclysmic storm they said
Stock up water and food to eat
That won’t require electricity.

I laid in water and granola bars
And put some things in plastic bags
I wrote my ID on my forearm
Feeling silly as I did.

I moved things to the second floor
Assuring them of some protection
I wish I could have carried more
But the rain was knocking on the door.

It came seeping underneath
And as I watched, it soaked the rug.
Not satisfied with ruined carpet
It crept up the sofa’s skirt.

What am I still doing here
They said do not evacuate
So I am forced to watch the death
Of all I worked so hard to own.

I’s almost knee deep in the kitchen
Where’s my hammer and crow bar
Dang! they’re both out in the shed
I should have thought to bring them in.

It’s lucky I don’t have a pet
No dog or cat or bird or fish
Another life to fret about
When I can barely save my own.

The water’s nearly hip deep now
And rising at a hellish rate
The walls are shaking from the pressure
It’s time for me to move upstairs.

The rain’s a wall I can’t see through
I don’t know how my neighbors fare.
The power’s out - the house is silent
Except for the drumming of the rain.

My lantern is the only light -
How long will the batteries last.
Oh Lord, I’m starting to get frightened
Water’s coming up the stairs, silent as a burglar.

They said don’t go into the attic
Get up on the roof instead.
They didn’t tell us how to do that
How to break ceiling and shingles.

I’m old - I’ve lost the strength of youth
I don’t think I can get up there.
If the water keeps on rising
I must prepare to meet my maker

All I love live far away
Are they as frantic now as me
Will a neighbor come and find me
My cel phone battery just died

Still the ugly, ***** water
Inches further up the stairs.
The old house shudders in the windy gusts
And I can’t keep my fingers steady

I just wrote something on the wall-
A farewell to my family
They should know I thought of them
As water seeps across this floor.

I’ve broken out a window
Over the submerged porch
There’s no point in going out it
I’d only just be swept away.

The water’s almost knee deep here too
I know it’s never going to stop
It’s foolish to stand up on a chair
I’ll say my prayers and go to bed

I’m sure that only God can save me
Neighbors have their problems too.
I’ve lived for eighty happy years
It’s time to shake the hand of fate.

I wonder what it’s like, this drowning
They say you see your life again.
That almost makes it worth the going
Except the sadness left behind.

The bed clothes now are wet and sopping
I never knew I could feel so cold
There’s a rumble in the distance
Like a giant waterfall.

Growing closer like a jet plane
What do you suppose it is
Now the house is really shaking
And I can

ljm
jer Feb 2018
space wants us dead
our breath to stop
to boil our flesh

the galaxies
the stars, the moon 
want us dead

earth wants us
alive, enveloped
in its blanket, we thrive
Dominique Feb 2019
i have so little of me left

                                                    it's  s l i v e r s, really, silhouettes


a     scatter ing            of cel ls     at be st


                                                       why would i let you have the rest?
i wish i could unselfishly give myself to people
unfortunately today it seems that there's barely enough of me for me.
stranger Oct 2021
*** s-au dus iar zile peste mine și eu le-am vândut pe nimic sperând la libertate și n-am primit nici măcar dreptul de a dormi.
*** m-au călcat orele în picioare râzând de visele mele anticipative.
M-am săturat de zile și nopți placebo
De batjocura lumii când vreau doar să râd.
M-am săturat de semi-singuratate,
Și de fiecare gând.
M-am saturat de tine,
Tu cel din oglindă, că plângi doar când nu ți se cuvine și râzi fără inimă.
Sper să nu-ți mai plângi sănătatea că nu are să se întoarcă,
Căci camera ți-e goală și tu tot aici ai rămas,
Tu râs fără spațiu de ecou
Raza de soare în crepuscul,
Nu-ți mai număra zile pentru un erou,
Și șterge-ți rujul.
M-am săturat de tine,
Tu cel din oglindă, căci tu nu vei fi eu vreodată iar eu nu voi fi tu.
Așa că refuzând să plâng, iubire, îți aștept sfârșitul.
Murdar om mai ești,
Păcătos din natură.
Sper să nu mai grăiești, sper să te arzi cu propria-ți ură.

i see beauty in all of existence
as ver'ly as nature's own persistence
magnificent flowers spread the meadows
'n' bright colours lightin' up in the skies
never hidden to the beholder's eyes

i can see the sun shinin' through the rain
as there is always somethin' good to gain
for life will cel'brate however it goes
by far into depths of wondrous oceans
but rather be it spilled into motions

see we all get haunt by our own shadows
tho we the ruler of whichever shows
for as long as man's bein' able to feel
from birth upto decay of what is real


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 12/04/1437

'a (pentameter) Rosarian Sonnet'
Am mers seara la lac să mă prefac scriitor
Să găsesc cuvinte ca să cer ajutor
Cu șarm și sub o formă
Nu basic sau de normă
Nu! Căutam o scânteie
Sau o intenție, idee
O mică odisee
Care să-mi reflecte
Rănile spre mine
Ceva mai blând
Fără furie
Sau să învăț să fiu plăpând
Și să îmi fac viața vie.

Nimic prea wow, n-am văzut mult
Am stat pe iarbă printre plante
Maxim o lebădă sau poate
Un porumbel zburând pe cer
Nu m-am prins în timp util
Că ziua trecuse subtil
Ceasul a zis cu convingere
Că era ora de stingere

N-am găsit ce căutăm
Prin ai creierului geam,
Dar am simțit destulă pace
Știind ca totul se întoarce
A doua zi,
Și că totul va muri,
Și apoi va reveni,
E la fel ca empatia
Omul ce-și uita condiția
Și își pierde reflexia
Înjură ploaia, însă tot ea
E cea ce-i spală oglinda
Cel ce nu se-ndepărtează
De propriul suflet nu navighează
Viața cu adevărat
Cel ce a asigurat
Mereu că știe ce-l așteaptă
E după gratii, după lacăt
Spiritual, emoțional, mental și vibrational
Uimirea nu va fi găsită
În cunoscut, ea e sădită
De fraierul ce se aruncă
În ocean, ce se îneacă
În confuzie și pleacă
Din portul construit mental
Comoara este în ocean,
Deci fii curios! Sari orbește!
Dacă n-ai pânze, vâslește.

_M.
A Simillacrum Jul 2018
Late - ly
I can feel the i - tch, I know:
It's preposterous.

Wh - y is it, that I
never can de - cide
who it is I am, with
con - fi - dence?

Modern tools aside,
I still take the r - ide
taken near distantly by
my an - ces - tors.

Late - ly
I can feel the i - tch, I know!
It's preposterous.

Now, kids, please listen
as you read my voice
how you like. How you like.
I thought I would die by
the time I was twenty five
at fifteen -- but look at me.
Now, kids, I'm touching
twenty nine with a cer -
tain newfound confidence.
I survived the prescription pills,
the gender redefinition, as well
as the hormone therapy, and I
want to tell you that I,
believe in you. I believe in you.

Cel - ebrate all of your pain
at your whim and as you live,
well, the pain will become
your friend and your impetus.

Lately, I can feel the itch.
I know it's preposterous,
but I must continue to
explore and change
unless I aspire to
placidity, and I
don't-- in fact
I never will.
Once more, kids, with confidence.
Misfits, hold out, survive.
You're important.

<3
It was the year of optimum technology. Manufacturers were cranking
out musical baubles with motions detectors that rang out with music
and song jubilation, at the tip of a human wave or shuffle.
Every household sheep ran out to buy these amusing novelties.
It wasn't long before the big recall. They were deemed annoying
by the public.  "We can't talk over them.  They got a mind of their
own."  Soon they were all returned to the store.
So the distributors hired  a slewing  of personnel  to deliver all the
baubles to the forest and abandon them there in an old shack.
On Christmas day as the world slept by the silenced buzz of their cel,
one sad lumberjack braved the dawn and went out to cut a fresh tree
in the woods.  He closed the door behind him, leaving a deaf child
clutching a doll and an old ratty mouse named Nicky.
With every swing of his ax he heard a ring a ling ding, ding a ding ****.
It was coming from the old shack, and it got louder with every chop.
Ian walked into the shed and saw the most adorable baubles laying
pine coned on the floor. He carried an armload of them to his truck
His thoughts were miles away. Thinking how sad it was that his daughter
Cora could not hear anything.  She had never heard the sound of music
nor the sound of her dad's voice.  Christmas would be silent as usual but
at least she could stare at the beautiful baubles on the evergreen. He
entered his humble abode and mantled the tree with shiny  ornaments.
When Cora Ling saw the baubles on the tree her eyes opened wider
then two lanterns in the snow. "Oh" was all she said as she ducked to
retrieve his gift. It was a freshly made sandwich put together that very
morning. He gave her a big bear hug and then plucked a green box
from the middle of two branches. "Open" was all he mouthed.
Inside were two dangling silver earrings, one for each ear. "They
used to be your moms and I think she'd like you to have them.
When she ran over to give her dad a big hug, the baubles began to
vibrate and hum.  They sang out an operetta of great beauty.
Many a year had elapsed since their last Christmas interlude. They
had upgraded themselves and taught each other to sing as a team.
To Ian's surprise his little girl picked up her doll and started dancing
around the room.  Even Nicky the mouse was waving his tail to the
rhythm of the music.  "Can you hear that?" he asked his daughter .
She swirled and twirled as if she would never stop. Then she went to the
window and waved to someone or something ? With a smile that broke
the stars of heaven,  she scattered the Christmas Spirit all over the place,
then with a sweep of her beautiful eyes she said, " daddy, I can hear."
The End.
z Dec 2016
and why do those men build that fourth wall
shutting out the sky
bright blue ghosts chat in the moonlight tacked to
empty rooms, window holes, no heat
those repeated stem-cel rooms
a desk, a chair, a bed, who knows?
waiting in line for a purpose
Prin codrul bătrân, șoaptele cântă,
Un dor ascuns în foșnet stingher
Străluce o rază pe frunza cea frântă,
Și Vântul aduce povești din eter.

Izvorul tresaltă sub a soarelui surată,
Și-mi spune tăcut legământul uitat
Din taina pădurii, de veacuri păstrată
Se naște dulce vis, în amurg luminat.

Sub teiul cel vechi, printre raze pierdute,
Un gând înflorește sub pasul tău blând.
Și timpul adoarme-n secunde tăcute,
Lăsând primăverii un loc tremurând.

O lume de vis se ascunde sub frunze,
Sub umbra ce tremură tainic pe drum.
Iar Vântul cel tânăr, cu zâmbet pe buze,
Învăluie cerul și arde lumea-n scrum.
Star BG Sep 2017
My eyes light up
with an inspiring scene
as I walk in day.
Out comes my cel phone.
But no ring is heard
just the click click
of a camera
catching a moment
in time divine.
Just what The poem said happened. Too bad I can't show you the pictures. LOL
Valentin Eni Nov 2024
(the final prayer)

Your Father,
who Am in heaven,
hallowed be My name.
My will be done,
My kingdom come,
on earth as it is in heaven.

Your daily bread
I give it to you today.
And I forgive your trespasses,
as you forgive those who trespass against you.

And I lead you not into temptation,
but deliver you from the evil one.

For Mine is
the kingdom, the power, and the glory,
forever and ever.

AMEN.


(Alternative translation)

My Children
(the final prayer)

My children, who are on earth,
hallowed is My Name.
My kingdom will come to you,
and My will shall be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.

I give you today your daily bread.
I forgive your trespasses,
as I call you to forgive those
who trespass against you.

I will not lead you into temptation,
but I will deliver you from evil.

For Mine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory,
forever and ever.

Amen.


(Original Romanian Poem)

TATĂL VOSTRU
(ultimă rugăciune)

Tatăl vostru,
care Sunt în ceruri,
sfinţească-se numele Meu,
facă-se voia Mea,
vie împărăţia Mea
precum în cer aşa şi pe pământ,
pâinea voastră cea de toate zilele
v-o dau vouă astăzi
şi vă iert vouă greşelile voastre
precum iertaţi şi voi greşiţilor voştri,
şi nu vă duc pe voi în ispită
ci vă izbăvesc de cel viclean,
căci a Mea este
împărăţia,puterea şi slava
în vecii vecilor.
AMIN.
The poem presents a profound reinterpretation of the Lord’s Prayer, shifting the perspective from a plea by humanity to a declaration by God. It explores themes of divine authority, grace, and the intimate relationship between the Creator and creation. By addressing humanity directly, the poem emphasizes God’s sovereignty and mercy while reasserting the human responsibility to forgive and live in alignment with divine will.

The direct address (Your Father) establishes an intimate connection between the speaker (God) and the audience (humanity). The structure closely mirrors the cadence of the Lord’s Prayer, lending it familiarity while altering the perspective and focus.

The poem transforms the familiar words of the Lord’s Prayer into a divine proclamation, emphasizing God’s active role as a provider, forgiver, and protector. Addressing humanity directly bridges the distance between the sacred and the mortal, reminding readers of their reliance on God’s grace while encouraging them to act in alignment with His will.

The poem reinterprets a sacred text, blending reverence with immediacy. Its shift in perspective challenges the reader to view the relationship with God as intimate and humbling, reaffirming divine sovereignty while highlighting human responsibility. This poem invites reflection on faith, morality, and the Creator’s and creation’s interconnectedness.
BTW Dec 2022
The Moment
Dec 23 2022

One cel in a movie.
One letter in a word, on a page, in a book.
One kiss.
Death
Noah Vanderwerf Oct 2019
We got a sinkhole in our kitchen,
all the tiles shaken and wallpaper peeling.
Could be where we've been stuffing our laundry,
or just ran out of caulk to fill the cracks.
Either way, we paid it no mind,
and it grew from the fridge to the door,

from the toilet across the floor.

The pipes jutting out of the dirt and the drywall,
and drop ceiling shredded around.
Through the hole we feel heat rising,
and hear the squawking from the basement.
The crows are dancing around the clutter,
trying not go up in flames,

but without the children escaping.

They've felt the furnace overheating,
refilling gas with every rising flame.
Claws would burn on the steaming valve,
so they just endure the roasting.
Until the furnace finally blows it smoke,
bursting out the house-grown pressure,

the crows only feel frost or the burn.

There's no gray now, just black and white.
Up from the sink hole grows a giant sunflower.
Its rotting face uncolored through the cel shade.
We're all entangled in the vines until it's chopped down.
Cât poți iubi și să tot rabzi,
ca ultimul cuvânt să rămână neschimbat,
tot ce se întâmplă e că tu te zbați
să ieși din adormirea sentimentelor
ce adânc se tot ascund de demult.

Vrei să plângi, dar n-ai curaj,
crezi că totul se va transforma în țepi,
căci odată ce îți ies la mal emoții,
te temi că niciodată acestea nu se vor întoarce în mare.

Te simți pierdut, și că totul nu mai are sens…
dar oare când te vei trezi, din acest sentiment?
Când oare vei fi bine, și nu vei mai suferi?
Mă întreb în fiecare zi acest lucru necomplicat,
și sper că te vei trezi, și poate vei schimba
acel ultim cuvânt dat în vânt
cuvântul care te-a făcut să suferi și acum,
și nu numai pe tine, dar și pe cel iubit…
scris 6 noiembrie 2023
Coperită-n ale apusului măiastre straie,
Sub veghea ochilor cerești, în noapte
Susurând prin sufletu-mi dorinței pâraie,
Buzele-i de sânge mă cheamă-n șoapte.

Lângă codrul cel bătrân, sosirea îi veghez,
Coborând pe raza lunii, amară fantasmă,
Căutând-o, pe cereasca boltă, navighez
Cu sufletul îmbibat de a codrului mireasmă.

Ai nopții chitariști la vals ne invită,
Pe ringul de smarald, pășim tăcut.
Luptă cu dorința, pierdută la ispită,
De mi-ai da, să fie aievea… Un sărut!

Dar, tu, nu vii, nu treci al meu hotar,
Pieptu-ți mereu cald, azi, făr-de suflet este.
Un îndrăgostit, în al codrului vechi altar,
Privind spre cer, la a noastră poveste.
Maydaya Miedema Jun 2023
I breathe you in without knowing.
And all of a sudden I feel dizzy.
Can’t breathe down.

I remember that girl I used to be living with this feeling.
Breathing.

The pain from somebody.
And the person doesn’t know.
The pain I’m in after I’ve been breathing.
Your smoke.
Your ****.
My muscles are stuck.

I’m in agony for hours, stuck staring.
In this state of tension, anxiety and spasms.
And nobody takes it seriously.
Second hand **** smoke attack.
I used to have these daily because my neighbor didn’t care.

HE smoked so I got stuck or had to flee.
Everywhere but home.
And now having an attack again I’m put right back in that state.

Back to that girl I once was.
The girl that had to face this while breathing in some else’s horror and smoke.
Because she had no other place to be.
Could only run when it was possible or scream.

And then the police took her.
Or they took her because somebody was mean to her and she screamed.
And there was loud noise and it never stopped.

Or somebody was unreasonable but she was the crazy one so the police was called on her.
And she got stripped and touched even though she tried to explain that she had autism.

She didn’t want to be touched.
They touched her everywhere and put her in a cel for hours on her own.

With only a shirt and underpants.
They watched her walking around in circles.
Look at her, the crazy one….

Crazy insane world as usual.
I’m not surprised anymore.
Sometimes I just get reminded of exactly how it felt and it’s a lot to take in.

Especially because I know that I also had my moments of ignorance and I hurt the wrong people.
And I don’t forgive myself even though it was part of the process.

The development, the balance, the truth, the real feelings that are out there.
The darkest pain.

I know it too well.
And knowing is not easy ever.
But maybe it will set me free one day.
21-06-23
I don't need little emoticons  I need sunshine in my face
I don't need face book likes I need you over by my place

I don't need messenger chat  I need a friend  with skin on
I don't need cel beebs nor empty stares that say  I'm gone

I don't want technology to rule my day its plastic anyway  
I don't want an email to say  "I'm having a baby any day"  

but I do want to write great poetry on a sunny beach and say,
this has been a great day, I haven't googled away, my day.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2022
i've finally accepted my opinion on the ultimate song...
esp. after a ****** shift at the London Stadium:
West Ham vs. Lyon...
  there's not other song that keeps me.... groovy...
up-beat... even though we had about five pitch-intrusions...
runners... whatever...
i was mouthed off for not doing my job:
even i was on the opposite side of the pitch
and... no one was paying me to be a supervisor...
mouthed off for other people not doing their job...
clueless sputnik sort of people...
the whole: penguins of Madagascar... just smile and wave...
middle-aged *******: do your job...
then apologies... but me being the negotiator:
sir, i understand you... the passion... no one wants
a pitch-invasion, even if it's by a soloist...
yes, kind sir, thank you for your criticism...
people need to be herded...
i don't have a c.c.t.v. type of third crow of Odin
on my shoulder to check on everyone,
for ****'s sake!
        then this *******... with a walking stick...
ugly inside and out...
i could understand: humble... not this sort of crap...
that's why he's a *******: in my eyes...
because he has ugly insides...
moans into my ear... but i paid £71 to watch this match!
i can't see **** because of the steward standing up!
sir... we're supposed to stand up just before
the end of the match...
but i paid £71 to watch this match!
may i suggest, buying a ticket... so you're sat
a bit higher up?!
  i actually love this job... which isn't really a job...
crowd management...
i'm more used to dealing with inanimate things...
applying them...
what a glorious precursor to dealing with
children in a classroom... the mascots fist-bump me...
as to the colt... i also have my usual crowd...
i blow kisses to them they retort with:
we love you! and what the **** am i?
some ******* high-viz. traffic cone...
    that's all i am...  or am i?
    i forget to get to know myself in these situations...
i just checked on the Muslims in the crowd
breaking fast... you have your candy-bar?
or are you on the strict date breaking of the fast
diet? joked aside with another Muslim lad...
so... is it true? some of the Ummah binge eat
when the sun goes down?
oh, i agree... another one of those sly *******...
a feeling of conversation soon turned into a feeling
of conversion... trouble is...
ha ha... sure... i'd tell him... i'd convert...
but... i'd convert to ****'ite Islam... not Sunni...
that's a worthwhile joke... to keep...
  sure... i'll convert... but... i don't want to convert
to Sunni Islam... i want to convert to ****'ite Islam...
because... PBUH: Muhammad was a man
that didn't keep his word...
                    then again, i figured...
there could possibly be a third splinter in Islam...
that the Turks could take care of...
Arabs and Pakistanis in the middle...
Persians being one outlier...
Turks being the third...
  so composed within the confines of European
cosmopolitanism...
besides the Byzantines... who spent the most time
in the Balkans? not the Ottoman Turks?!
well then! sorted!
            why dates?! how about a handful of
Brazil nuts, or pecan nuts?!
what's with these ******* Arabs and
diabetes... oh sure... drinking it bad...
but SUGAR: GOO' GOOD...
sure... not enough sugar... chop a hand off...
chop a leg off...
it truly was a ****** ****... i arrived at Romford
and said to myself... better walk it off...
drink two ciders on the way home...
eat some... vegetarian spectacular wrap...
smoke... admire the moon...
thick skin, though...
whatever the people were saying...
with my usual crowd i just blew kisses...
shook hands... it was all good...
as the break guy i could have watched the match...
yawn... i found out that... football?
is best watched on t.v.: when at a football match
i rather watch the crowd...
but i've switched off...
it should have been the song akin to:
a-ha's cry wolf,
duran duran's the reflex...
roxette's - watercolours in the rain...
prokofiev's lieutenant kije suite / battle on the ice...
boney m's cover via placebo:
daddy cool... no... that will never cover it...
bohemian like you by the dandy warhols...
no chance...
  girls aloud - the show... nope...
vaughan williams;:
        fantasia on a theme by thomas tallis
nope...
nothing by early madonna: i tried material girl...
no chance...
there's only one song...
cel-ah-brate... believe me...
  i can't be wrong...
    i can be wong... but i can't be wrong...
KOOL & THE GANG: CELEBRATION....
sure... and all those underappreciated black artists
by zee weißvolk!
          ficken-du-zu!
                    fickereiwic­hsenarbeite!
*******-****-jobs...
      problem (aufgabe)? solved (
                                                          gelös­t)!
always with the: ****-it attitude... and always always best...
with s stern elevation of English into German...
no no... trying to pull off English into a Russian
translation... never cuts through the lard...
you can see the Russians... sons and daughters
of oligarchs... truly timid creatures...
but the rich kids of China at Fulham?
          solipsistic... ******* on lemon type of crowd...
****... you're right... they just might be...
smuggling prunes in their *******...
sometimes... you never really know...
        ugh... where's the Ummah's position on
the Uyghurs? no suicide bombing in the part of the world?
pseudo-humans? so, so celebration of Islam
there? ******* double-standards if you don't
think those people as equal to your own:
Arabii cwowd... so much current stuff happening:
yet the trucks of peace: piece by piece of instestines
being dragged through the streets of Nice...
the joyous parties surrounding Cologne...
let's just have a good time! goad:
milk the goats sort of fun time!
yeah-hoo!              party!
                             ­ while we're walking on egg-shells:
minding who gets to break fast! yeah-hoo!
the girls of Rotherham! gang-*****!
getting soaked in petrol! yeah-hoo!
          i'm a party man... i love to party!
i'm a party man! this is a party song! i'm in a part mood!
at one point being so respectable...
one close alternative: for a song...
PENDULUM: TARANTULA...
    that song came on and i was clubbing in Basildon...
i went... mental bruv!
                and when the music is right...
sure... but i'll covert... to the Turkish version of Islam...
don't you know... there's this third branch of
your religion, it's not ****'ite... it's... Turkish...
it began with barbers and prostitutes...
in the Balkans...
                it treats Jesus as: a son of Hell...
the Lord of Mosquitos...
the greatest troll Hell ever produced....
lord of mosquitos...
        לורד  של יתושים
                eh? lurd shl ysushim?!
well, it's a best kept secret... Hebrews have always
been a secretive types...
let them continue: preserving their ******* past...
what... ever...
          Jesus for me was... is...
a Prince of Hell... just as there was a prince of flies:
Beelzebub...
  he... was the Prince of Mosquitos...
blood turns to wine, wine turns to blood...
water turns to blood... blood blood...
and those 2000+ years with the inspiration
for the myths of vampires?! seriously?!
then, i, must, be, *******, clueless! asleep!
      only recently i've learned -
i have a weak-spot: ein schwachpukt:
          betreffend: ingwer-behaart-frauen...
gälisch: wahr-und-richtig...
          this: diese geistbetäubung beihilfe!
oh, i even talked with this Celtic beau!
ginger... i'm sworn to these women!
with a crusade... i call them shy auburns...
this one i talked about being  James Joyce
disciple... i was once a mythological blonde
type of guy... now? sure... blonde...
but more... strawberry blonde...
ooh... those red-heads...
            i hate chocolates...
but i want to drizzle them into the stuff...
i want their ginger to turn into brown!
into oak!
                  kiss me: because i have lost care....
how much i want to love...
per usual... so much is always missing.
Vă zâmbesc
Fiindcă-mi doresc?

Sau vă zâmbesc

Fiindca trăiesc
Frica mea asta de om

A ideii de abandon?

Oare cine-aş putea fi
Daca nu aș mai vorbi
De dragul dragului de-a fi

Înconjurat de oameni vii?

Costul ascuns nu doar doboară
Respectul meu da-mi şi omoară
Imaginea de cine sunt.

Dacă aş glumi doar cand
Nu o fac de la vreun gând
De a ține lumea aproape
Câte maini ar zice "poate
Mi-e mai bine fără tine?"

Măcar aș mai dori vreun om
Să-mi fie-n preajmă când nu dorm?

Cine sunt eu pe Pământ

Când nu mai sunt alți ochi în jur?

Încerc să aflu vreau să cred.

Nu mai ştiu de ce zâmbesc
Şi este confuz să trăiesc
În felul acesta până când
Înțeleg iar cine sunt
Eu cel cu mine.

_M.
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
so... either chemical castration,
or a lobotomy?
   i mean: jerking off, once in a while,
while doing the holy trinity
on the throne of thrones?
it's schtill a human in my *****!
like you never watched
that 70s ridley scott masterpiece...
or haven't had it passed down
to you in a meme...
   so one, or the other...
                  the horror freak show,
or just the horror show...
                    sure like: oops, maybe
another time...
                  since the good old days of...
american polygamy are: still here,
with 17 children....
        and if it's 31 CEL SUIS in england...
******* must be dropping
like flies in saudi arabia...
       or... going mad, reincarnating
    scenes from mad max: fury road.
the laws of authority,
  what a funny thing...
   no one cares about the odd,
once in a while "genocide" i perform
******* - easing the bladder -
which subsequently eases the **** -
taking a **** -
     and then jerking off looking
at fine art nudes -
  n'ah...
   movies are too unimaginative,
there's no concept of potential
with something represented in
                                             static form.
Star collector probe on the march inside a residuary marsh,  
a signage in big blue neon letters blare " Stuckey's Place"
time to have a snack.   I unwrap the cellophane "Elmer's paste pies"
I think that the foreign speaking Alien in the air stream
is none else then my friend Quoth,  interstelling with
foreign intelligence of the fourth order...
I take a bite of the pastry, its to boot. I can tell from the grin on his face
that although he's travelled gojillion miles to run away from earth,  
he is happy to be here, using his baking skills on a waterlogged planet of choice !
A non-binary service robot winks at me and offers me a palette full of
little brown shroomy things that once were, you got it ,
fungi mushrooms from earth ;
"Frazusoosh" says a tetronic voice that reminds me of my computer
when its burping out a virus;
I try and call for help but my cel goes AWOL. I hear DING **** BLEEP
"Drack's *****!  I'm stuck here for all eternity" I say to Quoth. He shrugs,
"There are worse places to be ! This Puny planet has obnoxious fumes
that corrode my chromium tail, but its not so bad. Here I can bake
magic fractal mushrooms and all"
"Oh for the love of God Quoth, your human, get it, HUMAN !"

tHE eND.
nvinn fonia Jan 17
Heavenly Sword
Metro: Last Light
Darksiders
Puppeteer
Brütal Legend
Borderlands2
Lego the Lord of the Rings
Dragon's Crown
Bayonetta
South Park: The Stick of Truth
Valkyria Chronicles
fallout 3
Dark Souls
Borderlands 2
BioShock 2
Grand Theft Auto V
Red Dead Redemption
Burnout Paradise
Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit
Ridge Racer
Sonic Generations
Majin And The Forsaken Kingdom
Eternal Sonata
Dragon's Crown
ModNation Racers
Renegade Ops™
The Legend of Korra™
DeathSpank
WET
Tornado Outbreak
Folklore
MAG
Motorstorm: Pacific Rift
Strong Bad's Cool Game For Attractive People
Killer Is Dead
Asura's Wrath
No More Heroes: Heroes' Paradise
Lair
PlayStation All-Stars: Battle Royale
Vanquish
The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel
Blur
Lollipop Chainsaw
Splatterhouse
Warhawk
Afro Samurai
Alice Madness Returns
Call of Juarez Gunslinger
Joe Danger
White Knight Chronicles
split second
mid night club la
nfs most wanted
nfs hot pursuit
drift 3
driver san fransico
colin mac rae dirt
race driver grid
Twisted Metal
Cars 2: The Video Game
Cars 3: Driven to Win
Ridge Racer 7
Stuntman: Ignition
Need for Speed: ProStreet
Fuel
Juiced 2: Hot Import Nights
Cel Damage HD
Blood Drive
Death Track: Resurrection
Blazerush
Darksiders II
Transformers: Devastation
Battle Fantasia
Bleach Soul Ignition
Soulcalibur IV
Virtua Fighter 5
BlazBlue: Calamity Trigger
Def Jam: Icon
Bleach: Soul Resurreccion
Batman: Arkham City
Dark Souls II
NBA 2K13
GRID (2008)
DiRT 3
BlazBlue: Continuum Shift
Persona 4 Arena
Sam & Max: The Devil's Playhouse - Episode 2: The Tomb of Sammun-Mak
Need for Speed: Shift
BlazBlue: Chrono Phantasma
Trine
Brutal Legend
Sonic & All-Stars Racing Transformed
Shift 2: Unleashed
LEGO Batman 2: DC Super Heroes
NBA JAM: On Fire Edition
SoulCalibur V
Sam & Max: The Devil's Playhouse - Episode 1: The Penal Zone
Dungeon Defenders
Darkstalkers Resurrection
Under Night In-Birth Exe:Late
The Darkness (2007)
Stick it to the Man!
DeathSpank: Thongs of Virtue
starhawk
Gatling Gears
skydrift
After Burner ******
Sega Rally Revo
The House of the Dead: Overkill - Extended Cut
Call of Juarez: Gunslinger
Sideway: New York
no more heroes heroes paradise
Marvel vs. Capcom Origins
anarchy reigns
One Piece: Pirate Warriors 2
Warhammer 40,000: Space Marine
Alice: Madness Returns
Battle Princess of Arcadias
Armored Core V
gta 5
red dead redemption
mortal kombat 2011
Tekken Tag Tournament 2
Persona 5
rush n attack ex patriot
damnation
last rebellion
golden axe beast rider
battleship
lair
cloudy with a chance of meatballs
motorcycle club
facebreaker
shoot many robots
monster madness
burn zombie burn
heavy weapons atomic
wanted corp
hell divers
assault heroes
Alien Breed 3: Descent
dead nation
matt hazard blood bath and beyond
house of dead 4
anarchy reigns
bladestorm nightmare
dragon quest heroes 2
dragon quest heroes
deathspank
street fighter x tekken
Motorstorm apocalypse
xlades
dragon's crown
One Piece: Pirate Warriors
phineas and ferb across the 2nd dimension game
Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection
Crimsonland
Final Exam
Swords & Soldiers
One Piece: Pirate Warriors 3
Naruto Shippuden: Ultimate Ninja Storm3
Guilty Gear Xrd
Ultra Street Fighter IV
dead or alive 5 ultimate
Dengeki Bunko: Fighting ******
Diablo III
yaiba ninja gaiden
injustice gods among us
Cartoon Network: Punch Time Explosion
Fuel Overdose
Full Auto 2: Battlelines
BlazeRush
Top Gun: Hard Lock
ace combat assault horizon
Claudia Visoiu Dec 2024
Încă de pe treptele intrării,
când pe lângă istorie antică am trecut
erau scrise pe columne în greacă
personaje, gânduri, zei și fapte
ale vremurilor de mult apuse
cu puțin înainte de Hristos.

Și *** trepte tot mai urc,
văd un amfiteatru alb, din marmură
unde Platon, Socrate și Aristotel
țineau lungi prelegeri despre gând.
Sute de ani au trecut
de la bazele științelor actuale
însă tot ce a răsunat atunci
se aude și mai tare,
prin coloanele de sus.

Într-un final ajung la Propylaeum,
porți ale trecutului,
unde vântul trece prin coloane
cântând la undele sculptate
cântece de liniște și pace.
Se ivesc pe măsură ce avansez
temple ale zeilor grecești
însă cel mai aproape de mine stă
Partenonul, simbol al Greciei antice.

Iar din depărtare, de pe turnul din vârf,
poți veghea orașul de jur-împrejur alb,
Atena, unde istorie au creat oameni,
unde tot ce cunoaștem s-a format adânc;
și este un oraș magic, de legende plin,
acum văd în depărtare munți, dar și marea,
unde se povestea că zei ar fi trăit demult.
De aici, deși totul pare mic și neînsemnat,
peisajul este plin de toată viața
ce încă schimbă melanjul creat de-a lungul secolelor.
scris 11 septembrie 2023

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