"ders" poems
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
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
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.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
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.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
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
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
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?
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
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
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
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.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC