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Ders Jul 2019
Am I passing or am I fasting from the first time it’s just too long lasting not knowing where your soul lies is it in the sky can you grab it with your fists is it gentle is it your first time doing this I need some rubbing on my temples it’s a new angel from the times of bliss I’m slow but I do it better learn fast we’re different but let’s try another choking cherubs we steal it the water from Zion it started with eve ramblings laying on my dresser I don’t know what my soul speaks it’s ders please ders says ders got all the language to find the knowledge in your head but wake up you’re different in my dreams ders is flying open eyelids I don’t know why I try this therapeutic tumbles guts jumbled y’all too scared I’m scared we don’t like to talk about this **** weight lifts we let it out hair clips bald **** is it the alcohol after all the narcissism swimming ball from heads to toes blood content overflows the boat don’t go down that stream don’t let your mind think those things don’t fumble when your hearts already rumbling learn how to talk right manifest the good things to live by I’m ending all negative thinking by letting out my mind y’all should give it a try
mike Dec 2013
ders ah leetola hole ah in ah dee woll in my housse wherre i like to go to crrawl into and ah hide and wear childrens clothing. Ah you knoww,, de diapers and ah things. twirly hats and big ah big ah BIG swirly lolli pops. so ah delicious of a baby do i become. EVERY stranger on de whole neighborhood wants to ah talk ah to mee. im so cute ah. ders a no way around it. and i like to ah show it off. yess... to enTICE ah dee old mens. who are so helpless in front of me dey can not ah stop. no stopp ah de drooling in de mouth. no stopp ah de grrabbing with der hanns. no stopp from de taking off ah de clothes ah to make a sandwich de amore with ah leetol baby mee. but ah dey ah can not ah FIT in dis tiny tiny tiny hole in ah my woll in ah my housse....and i go to bed lonely and crying. i feel ah so BAD! so BAD for de other lonely lonely mans who are all probably doing very ah cute things too in de holes in ah der wolls in ah der housses... it iss ah truth to bear.. god..no god...whoo knows.. all i ah do know iss diss: we are all ah lonely sad peoples dressing like de baby in ah hole in de wolls in ah our housse. for tears of crying, i give to you.
this was obviously written by a very well-adjusted italian man.
Ders a real mean mon going round
Hittin' you right onto da ground
Blunt Force Trauma To Da Lungs
I be seein' kush in da blood
homicide
Ceyhun Mahi Dec 2016
Beden sükun içinde yatar yeşil türbede,
Amma güzel diliniz konuşur mesnevide.

Ey hazreti Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi,
Hazreti Şems güneştir size, siz aydır Şemse.

O pak mesnevi içinde neler buldum, neler,
Süzünüz bir deryadır, her şey vardır içinde.

Her kese açıktır bu derya, fakir ya zengin,
Ders, güzellik ile hikmet katarsınız şiire.

Allah'u Teala çok razı olsun sizinle,
Mahvî'nin süsü bu, helal olsun bu kaside.
A short ode written to Jelaladin Mevlana Rumi.
Steve Page May 2020
Look lady, do I look bovver'd it's botched?
You wanted bespoke and that’s just what you got.  
I alreddy told ya, I’m chock-a-block with jobs,
so this the best of a very bad job.

Now, fair enough, it might look bog standard,
but you must remember, it was already cack-‘anded,
so I'd thank you for shutting your gob
with all your talk of you bein' robbed.  

Look, your ladyship, you might well be miffed,
but I’m sure you can make do with a little skew-wiffed,
so ‘and over the readies and make it swift -
I’ll walk away and we’ll call it quits.  

You know me and my rep round this manor,
if you don’t cough up I know a right tasty geezer
who will breeze over ‘ere and wrap each of his fingers
round a whole lot more than your French wind-ders.

- That’s a lot better, you’ve got a nice gaff
and I’m sure neither of us want all of the faff
that goes with ‘ard feelings and still ‘arder stares
through broken front wind-ders and costly repairs.

You know what I mean?
I was channeling Bob Hoskins for this one.   I'm from south east London - and some of it rubbed off on me.
Kaila George Jan 2015
Fluffy bunnies how sweet is that

Hoppity hop in sweet candy land

Butterflies dancing in the breeze

Bluejays singing as happy as can be

Oh my gosh ders dat nasty man

Hunting wabbits oh let me be

Then out of no where..pop...boom...bang

An anvil and hammer bops nasty bad man

Sniffing and eating....the grass merrily

I watch carefully at dat nasty bad man

Looks likes he is out for the rest of the day

As I hop on merrily on my way to play

In our fairy wonderful candy land
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2017
in love with the sign language i taught myself: wave, and then extend your *******... it's called a hang-job in signlanguage; it's like waving a goodbye, with the goodbye being more a ****-off, than a goodbye: god give me better grace, i love the shake of the hand as if jerking off, and subsequently the extended ******* to add the compliment; ****! it almost feels like the welsh V!

i know how it feels being an "illegal" immigrant,
second time round though?
   legal as a kite, or a yellow submarine,
but that's beside the point, as i told my father
today: you've seen the state of english
these days? these acronyms and the middle
class favouritism of emojis?
you've seen it? this is a language?!
these are covert methods to prevent people
from learning computing code!
**** em, someone has to shove em,
kick em up their lazy **** *****!
           work you cunty *** sleazes!
work! what? not congregating on
the monasteries? imagine me as a rabid
dog, owned by henry viii, about to chew
off your leg!
   ****** thinks i'm not "properly" integrated...
so why is it, that i know english language
better than your ****** populace?!
riddle me that, all day, from monday through
to sunday, and the irish bank holiday,
a ****** like me loves a bit of
riverdance on the sly...
       so?
                hello?!
                   so you gonna ******* do it,
or retreat into your lil 'obbit 'ole?
******* *******...
         no wonder the i.r.a. gave up:
who gives a toss about fighting transvestite
***** after 20+ odd years...
even the spies were like: you will not
find me engaging in this sort of *****
for the next 'undred years...
   i'll genuflect st. paddy's shamrock
and call it jewish twice over,
than behave like those, ******* perverts
of the
ęnglischspreschen* -
and that's what you call fishing,
my mired youngling.
i tol my papa: ******* keepin' wit'
the times?!
    look at 'em... ugly 'n' "spontaneous"
like the ******* elephant man...
         ooh: goonah fly an eff off wit a kyt...
like **** you yo will...
     fly me a yorkshire spud 'stead 'irst...
you ******* dartford dodger....
       said the 'ackney lass...
see: i speak more english than the 'acking
english....
     it's about akin to 'eaching poker:
you learn the cockers:
you learn the:
                   two doors down luv,
and if ders no shlang for that 'ort of phrase:
there ****** ought to be, next week:
    ya 'acking cockney 'onker!
now i feel like a right *******...
         or like i really need a propah
jerking off... which is y means that
it can only be
answered in jai jai, or the slip of tongue
on led zeppelin's d'yer mak'er, as
the scots 'aid - druid in make-em mon -
   what's that, maca ******* roons?
       tall order, for slanging off almonds,
****, 'et's toast 'em,
           ******* were never gonna
          learn the ******* bagpipes anyway
just tell 'em to learn the dog whistle,
or the orchestra's triangle.
Tipon Mar 2019
Hours, flying. Kites seen from far away beaches. In

your mind, brilliant colour display. A sunny day, quiet

southern wind approaching. He is rubbing her back

and shoulder under the great blue sky. The sea is

everlasting. Happy moment, she is smiling. Single kite


ascending into another blue sky. Tropical cyclone

is cutting loose, the hours are critical. Seconds away

from flooding the beds, hills, mountains, and the stars,

wake up! True romance, he is rubbing her back & shoul-

ders, a subsidy of love, only for the young generation.
Not edited.
Marie-Amalie Nov 2016
Det gør ondt i maven
Fortvivlensen kan mærkes
Her kan fornuften ikke nå
Vi kører hurtigt
Ud af vinduet forsvinder verden langsomt
Her sidder vi
samlet i et ***
på vej mod hvad?
Vi ved det ikke
Men de andre er ikke nervøse
de sidder i ders egen verden
deres verden af pixels og radiobølger
hver og én

Men ikke mig
som den eneste er jeg her
men som den eneste
er jeg uden for ufællesskabet

Hvad var der før?
Hvad kommer der?

Intet er det samme
Lettere
men ikke bedre
ikke lykkeligere

Det er sandt
vi har hele natten
men natten er ikke det samme
for den er oplyst
af det blå lys
det blå lys, der trænger ind alle steder.
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2020
some great h'american heads:
toward no greater tail of
quixote...
                   of dylan-zappa-waits...
to simply have forgotten
the milan kundera essay
with no dickens arrived at...

oyster selfies...
      the least predictable loot
of people -
who will never see themselves
aiming for postcards from
a fishing trip -

           trout fishing in america
or: plain as pain:
whimsical and sickle bore(d)
the surf... and fun fun...
and more fun...

          myth-word and
blister... ol' scabby and shelter...
some missing roulette of rhymes
and all those flowers:
all those flowers all 'em pwetty...

stiff fingers... of note...
watching people smoke
a cigarette without any desired
ceremony in public...

3 weeks "sober"... and 3 weeks later:
some variation of "ergo"...
and more... cogito: oops sum...
more of OOPS than ERGO...

but no "hit"...
              the new quixote...
dylan-zappa-waits...
                if i were "homegrown"
and had a Bowie shrine...
and we all spoke english...
and if english was a universal
tongue... hell... if english was
the old old... lingua franca...

but... you travel across europe
in a tin can...
and false-track-the-spread
of an even more false...
a... "eureka"...
and in that: find out...
the germans are speaking german...
the french are speaking french...

pass belgium and... ol' flakey flan
and marzipan...
der der... ders: there's...
and the dutch are not...
are not... english circketers on tour...
no... no tourists in sight...
or a brief: sigh quest...

complication the already
simple trouble of...
not ingest: bulgarian folk
"cute"...

            like punctuation...
the zappa cascade oeuvre...
*** note: ***'s the note:
more's the best served...
best appreciated: tartar streak
of a steak...

sounds of fudge... and trickle...
sane... sane sane...
sane...
                 no room for satire...
no room for jim morrison's chin
and chins...
and no room for
californian grizzes of tanning
auburn furlough...
  when... coming across as
debilitating quasi-danish...
"in wanting"...
   the organised perspective
of: the looting process
of the ******... **** a lemon...
slurp an oyster...

relative... all is:
   better that 10 guilty men walk
free... than...
relative... "better"...
better that 10 guilty men walk
free than... 1 innocent man
be condemned...

it's all relative...
the exceptional case of innocence...
no one will ever contest
the fake... the innocence...
though... V-ia-fake...

               which is my... arm-in-arm
with "fake"...
my mother hates me...
i somehow read
madame bovary...
     and... and a missing and...
i really do want to scout myself
in the posit of limp jeff
at the brooding barrel of...
         yachts and sputniks...
err... rock... and... tactile...
ordeal: looooooo
           oooooooooooob....
bride: i can't!  yeah....     "can't"...

lego B-movie....
fix it... break it... fixating on...
breaking "it"...
and "it" as...      no new but all
bad "pronoun"...
because no... gender neutral is...
"it" is...
             a psy-ops nuanced
gender-****** *******
tingling clown smoochies
FOR TOMORROW!

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