"deng" poems - Hello Poetry

Sebab hari tak beraut mentari Sinar malam yang di curi teknologi Senyum anak cucu tanpa gigi Mari pukul tifa deng menari.. Biarpun tanah adat sudah jadi kali hutan ruba kulit laut tinggal ari-ari mari pukul tifa deng manari biarpun suku tinggal hitung jari id,02/april/2014, tegalrejo, bantul

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC

lelaki-baur-kata-liar

Mari pukul tifa deng manari

Sebab hari tak beraut mentari Sinar malam yang di curi teknologi Senyum anak cucu tanpa gigi Mari pukul tifa deng menari.. Biarpun tanah adat sudah jadi kali hutan ruba kulit laut tinggal ari-ari mari pukul tifa deng manari biarpun suku tinggal hitung jari id,02/april/2014, tegalrejo, bantul

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Sebab hari tak beraut mentari Sinar malam yang di curi teknologi Senyum anak cucu tanpa gigi Mari pukul tifa deng menari.. Biarpun tanah adat su jadi kali hutan ruba kulit laut tinggal ari-ari mari pukul tifa deng manari.... biarpun suku tinggal hitung jari di bunuh tamu: dari pulau mati id,02/april/2014, tegalrejo, bantul

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC

muhidra-faudu

Mari pukul tifa deng manari

Sebab hari tak beraut mentari Sinar malam yang di curi teknologi Senyum anak cucu tanpa gigi Mari pukul tifa deng menari.. Biarpun tanah adat su jadi kali hutan ruba kulit laut tinggal ari-ari mari pukul tifa deng manari.... biarpun suku tinggal hitung jari di bunuh tamu: dari pulau mati id,02/april/2014, tegalrejo, bantul

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Mao Zedong’s revolution deposed the ancient, 5000 year old rule of Dynastic China. In doing so he espoused the continuous violent struggle by contradictory forces within society to produce a perpetual disequilibrium of revolt against intellectualism and Confucian principle and practice. With the global collapse of Communistic systems, the wily genius of the diminutive, Deng Xiaoping, breathed new life into the faltering rule With a cunning rebranding of “Socialism with Chinese Characteristics”, he maintained the stability of Chinese Communist kleptocracy until relatively recent times. But the middle class awakening of Tiananmen Square and the recent Hong Kong massed protest, has brought into focus the demands of an increasingly educated, increasingly affluent, Chinese society’s expectation and demand for increased democratic rights and freedom and a more just system of the Rule of Law. The day of the old, strong arm, autocratic rule is over. China is emerging, quite naturally, into a world of increased information freedom, where the seeking of each individual’s betterment and independence promises a brighter future of personal dignity, increased self-esteem and an emerging sense of high anticipation. President Xi Jinping’s Chinese Communist Party is now presented with the challenge to moderate in order to survive. To endeavour to embrace and meld the old concepts of Confucian harmony to the vaulting expectations of China’s new world beckoning. M. Denmark, Western Australia. 5 October 2014

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

China Must Change.

Mao Zedong’s revolution deposed the ancient, 5000 year old rule of Dynastic China. In doing so he espoused the continuous violent struggle by contradictory forces within society to produce a perpetual disequilibrium of revolt against intellectualism and Confucian principle and practice. With the global collapse of Communistic systems, the wily genius of the diminutive, Deng Xiaoping, breathed new life into the faltering rule With a cunning rebranding of “Socialism with Chinese Characteristics”, he maintained the stability of Chinese Communist kleptocracy until relatively recent times. But the middle class awakening of Tiananmen Square and the recent Hong Kong massed protest, has brought into focus the demands of an increasingly educated, increasingly affluent, Chinese society’s expectation and demand for increased democratic rights and freedom and a more just system of the Rule of Law. The day of the old, strong arm, autocratic rule is over. China is emerging, quite naturally, into a world of increased information freedom, where the seeking of each individual’s betterment and independence promises a brighter future of personal dignity, increased self-esteem and an emerging sense of high anticipation. President Xi Jinping’s Chinese Communist Party is now presented with the challenge to moderate in order to survive. To endeavour to embrace and meld the old concepts of Confucian harmony to the vaulting expectations of China’s new world beckoning. M. Denmark, Western Australia. 5 October 2014

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I. Somewhere in a mailroom in China is my acceptance letter to Brown University, fluttering in the sticky, smog-filled wind like an unspoken birthright, vacuum sealed in some shoddy warehouse, slap-banged next to my father's porcelain wares and flasks – and my grandfather's, and his father's. "Son," my father tells me, "you've got a lot of the old man in you. "I am grateful." I then retch in the dingy comfort of our hotel room bath before proceeding to lunch. Dad's Chinese counterparts congratulate me on being able to tell them what I want to do when I grow up. "Wo yao dang yi ge shangren – zhu fu." “I want to become a businessman – get rich.” II. "Wo xuyao xiezuo." “I must write.” TS Eliot once asked me, "Do I dare disturb the universe?" I do not know yet, but I think I have found fragments of an answer lodged in hotel bathrooms, a Tianhe-bound overpass on the way to Beijing Street, heirloom warehouses, And two Canton fairs. "To get rich is glorious," Deng Xiaoping once said. But I glance at My father and mother, And theirs, And wonder if all their life, they have but knocked on the doors of their fate - chased dreams not tobacco stewed or gold-ground by the teeth of an Other. As to answer your question, T.S Eliot: Maybe, if just to find where I truly belong.

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC

jedd-ong

From Binondo to Brown University

I. Somewhere in a mailroom in China is my acceptance letter to Brown University, fluttering in the sticky, smog-filled wind like an unspoken birthright, vacuum sealed in some shoddy warehouse, slap-banged next to my father's porcelain wares and flasks – and my grandfather's, and his father's. "Son," my father tells me, "you've got a lot of the old man in you. "I am grateful." I then retch in the dingy comfort of our hotel room bath before proceeding to lunch. Dad's Chinese counterparts congratulate me on being able to tell them what I want to do when I grow up. "Wo yao dang yi ge shangren – zhu fu." “I want to become a businessman – get rich.” II. "Wo xuyao xiezuo." “I must write.” TS Eliot once asked me, "Do I dare disturb the universe?" I do not know yet, but I think I have found fragments of an answer lodged in hotel bathrooms, a Tianhe-bound overpass on the way to Beijing Street, heirloom warehouses, And two Canton fairs. "To get rich is glorious," Deng Xiaoping once said. But I glance at My father and mother, And theirs, And wonder if all their life, they have but knocked on the doors of their fate - chased dreams not tobacco stewed or gold-ground by the teeth of an Other. As to answer your question, T.S Eliot: Maybe, if just to find where I truly belong.

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Pentagon fights ban on VEGETABLES! Russian rockets. Turkish vote shapes up as refer- endum on leader. Deng's MUSHROOMS! legacy: corruption of par- ty elite. ECB chief sug- gests flexibility on Greece. FISH! New York Times 6/4/15.

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC

jedd-ong

The Wrap

Pentagon fights ban on VEGETABLES! Russian rockets. Turkish vote shapes up as refer- endum on leader. Deng's MUSHROOMS! legacy: corruption of par- ty elite. ECB chief sug- gests flexibility on Greece. FISH! New York Times 6/4/15.

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başım çatlıyor birkaç gündür sirayet ediyor yaşıma kalp ağrısı diyor doktor ağır yükler taşıma biteviye tırlatmış olmalı diye düşünmüş olsa gerek ki bin miligram davul yazmış bir de tokmak ruhuma deng-i kalp vücut bulsun sabah sertliğim sakinleşsin diye halbuki bungee jumping seviyorum ben düzüşmek yükseklerde ve göze almak yere çakılmayı meretin sekiz seviyesinde yoksa corvet teyzenin bir yıldır kullandığı gergedan kokan süngerinden ne farkı kalır geçen yılların yazdığı reçeteyi buruşturup attım çöpe bronx’a gitmeliydim acil uyurken zürefa cebimde mary jane özlemiştir diye düşündüm eski bir pigme masalı zihnimde dışarısı soğuk ve uğulgan karsa sokakta anadan üryan bir taksi bile yoktu etrafta o yüzden daldım bir bara göz gözü görmüyordu kapıda birkaç kafayı bulan adam ve kadınlar bir ton lakırdı vardı kadehlerden taşan ****** mary dedim varsa en sert olanından et yığını biriydi barmen ceza yazan trafik polisine bakar gibi bakıyordum ki bacardim de var dedi arzu ederseniz ****** dedim ağır çekim sigaramın dumanından manhattan’dan mısın diye sordu kadehi uzatırken mardin’liyim dedim hani şu kapısı şen olan anlamadım dedi ben de avukatım gelmeden konuşmam sustu hergele penceredeydi gözüm oysa ince ince yağıyordu kar kırım kongo şeklinde ve ayaklarımdan ateş hızla yol alıyor beynime işte o an ölüm provamı düşledim bir an mary jane defin kortejinde ceviz kaplama gövdem bu yıl değilse gelecek sene diye geçti aklımdan ve çene’deki muhteşem temaşa "işte böyle"... Vaha

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC

Vaha

Mary Jane'e Yürümek

başım çatlıyor birkaç gündür sirayet ediyor yaşıma kalp ağrısı diyor doktor ağır yükler taşıma biteviye tırlatmış olmalı diye düşünmüş olsa gerek ki bin miligram davul yazmış bir de tokmak ruhuma deng-i kalp vücut bulsun sabah sertliğim sakinleşsin diye halbuki bungee jumping seviyorum ben düzüşmek yükseklerde ve göze almak yere çakılmayı meretin sekiz seviyesinde yoksa corvet teyzenin bir yıldır kullandığı gergedan kokan süngerinden ne farkı kalır geçen yılların yazdığı reçeteyi buruşturup attım çöpe bronx’a gitmeliydim acil uyurken zürefa cebimde mary jane özlemiştir diye düşündüm eski bir pigme masalı zihnimde dışarısı soğuk ve uğulgan karsa sokakta anadan üryan bir taksi bile yoktu etrafta o yüzden daldım bir bara göz gözü görmüyordu kapıda birkaç kafayı bulan adam ve kadınlar bir ton lakırdı vardı kadehlerden taşan ****** mary dedim varsa en sert olanından et yığını biriydi barmen ceza yazan trafik polisine bakar gibi bakıyordum ki bacardim de var dedi arzu ederseniz ****** dedim ağır çekim sigaramın dumanından manhattan’dan mısın diye sordu kadehi uzatırken mardin’liyim dedim hani şu kapısı şen olan anlamadım dedi ben de avukatım gelmeden konuşmam sustu hergele penceredeydi gözüm oysa ince ince yağıyordu kar kırım kongo şeklinde ve ayaklarımdan ateş hızla yol alıyor beynime işte o an ölüm provamı düşledim bir an mary jane defin kortejinde ceviz kaplama gövdem bu yıl değilse gelecek sene diye geçti aklımdan ve çene’deki muhteşem temaşa "işte böyle"... Vaha

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Moo Deng Is too deng Adorable, And if you disagree with me (about anything) then you're terrible, horrible, torrible and—darn it!—just absolutely totally deplorable!

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Sep 21, 2024

Sep 21, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC

MetaVerse

Li'l Moo

Moo Deng Is too deng Adorable, And if you disagree with me (about anything) then you're terrible, horrible, torrible and—darn it!—just absolutely totally deplorable!

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I am not offended by your words. Do not be offended when I smile. Look up. Let the sun rays burn your face and fall, fall into a peace, a peace that passes all understanding. A knowing. Of greatness. You'll fade they all do. Learning to love. Love unconditionally, without attatchment. Prepare your heart and make room for the lights the colors. The rainbow beams of every soul. Even the dark. Light cannot be without shadows. "Some Warriors look fierce but are mild. Some seem timid but are vicious. Look beyond appearances - position yourself for the advantage. - Deng Ming-Dao

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May 14, 2013

May 14, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC

angel-moore

A peace that passes all understanding//angel.moore

I am not offended by your words. Do not be offended when I smile. Look up. Let the sun rays burn your face and fall, fall into a peace, a peace that passes all understanding. A knowing. Of greatness. You'll fade they all do. Learning to love. Love unconditionally, without attatchment. Prepare your heart and make room for the lights the colors. The rainbow beams of every soul. Even the dark. Light cannot be without shadows. "Some Warriors look fierce but are mild. Some seem timid but are vicious. Look beyond appearances - position yourself for the advantage. - Deng Ming-Dao

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I hit play, Deng's's music was on repeat The deep sultry voice sent soft echoes Bouncing off everything into the street Kemah smiled and laced her ballet shoes. Kemah moved like a seductress in heat Undulated her hips, moved to her feet And she began to slow dance to the beat Spinning like a flamingo on the street . Deng nodded as she started to swing There's really no dancer like Kemah Her backside, rhythm, her everything This was beyond contemporary Zomba . I too wanted to rock to Deng's beat Snapping my fingers, swaying at will I just smiled and remained in my seat But my old bones refused to sit still . With Deng's latest hit song on repeat , Kemah's body swayed from place to place Her entire soul intoned to his aesthetic beat She was a temptress ,a girl with real grace . Over where I sat in utter amazement I felt humid looking at her silhouette Suddenly I knew what Deng's song meant For Kemah danced my soul beyond ballet . Under the glow of the golden African sun Her moves were flawless and unique She danced like a young Doe on the run Kemah was a star ,she was ballerina d'Afrique .

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC

Vanguard-Poetry23

Ballerina D'Afrique

I hit play, Deng's's music was on repeat The deep sultry voice sent soft echoes Bouncing off everything into the street Kemah smiled and laced her ballet shoes. Kemah moved like a seductress in heat Undulated her hips, moved to her feet And she began to slow dance to the beat Spinning like a flamingo on the street . Deng nodded as she started to swing There's really no dancer like Kemah Her backside, rhythm, her everything This was beyond contemporary Zomba . I too wanted to rock to Deng's beat Snapping my fingers, swaying at will I just smiled and remained in my seat But my old bones refused to sit still . With Deng's latest hit song on repeat , Kemah's body swayed from place to place Her entire soul intoned to his aesthetic beat She was a temptress ,a girl with real grace . Over where I sat in utter amazement I felt humid looking at her silhouette Suddenly I knew what Deng's song meant For Kemah danced my soul beyond ballet . Under the glow of the golden African sun Her moves were flawless and unique She danced like a young Doe on the run Kemah was a star ,she was ballerina d'Afrique .

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Someone such as she With someone such as me There’s no way I’ll believe That such a thing can be My face; synecdoche She looks, dismissively, She wants what she can see, And not what I could be.

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Nov 4, 2018

Nov 4, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC

leocardo_reis

Deng Zhe Ni Hui Lai

Someone such as she With someone such as me There’s no way I’ll believe That such a thing can be My face; synecdoche She looks, dismissively, She wants what she can see, And not what I could be.

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some religious folks, say when we die blah blah. Is a long story. other folks, intellectuals, have theories that when we die, we die. The end of the story. On a fateful day, a child is alone. feeling sorry. older folks are in deep despair and weary. tears keeps you from seeing clearly. open your eyes and be bold in your query. Is it that we fear death, or that any new form of freedom is scary? To my mother, Nyahnial Paul Gak Deng. Short poems.

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Jan 10, 2021

Jan 10, 2021 at 2:34 AM UTC

nyaluelit-kuoth

Ask the big questions.

some religious folks, say when we die blah blah. Is a long story. other folks, intellectuals, have theories that when we die, we die. The end of the story. On a fateful day, a child is alone. feeling sorry. older folks are in deep despair and weary. tears keeps you from seeing clearly. open your eyes and be bold in your query. Is it that we fear death, or that any new form of freedom is scary? To my mother, Nyahnial Paul Gak Deng. Short poems.

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