"deutsch" poems
The name Theodore has its Greek anthropologies, Jewish anthropologies and also Germany anthropologies. The Greek anthropological perspective of The name Theodore indeed has something to do with the gods.However, the Greek way of looking at life was a frustrated thinking.To them everything was a god. They had a plethora of gods; utopia,cacotopia, Thespis, muse, clio, calypso, and Theodore was a half a god like Gabriel who impregnanted Mary on behalf of God as Joseph the cuckold carpenter patiently looked musing the ballad of a cuckold peasant . So Theodore and Gabriel were godsend.I have not delved to know what it means among the Jews, But am aware of the the cultural and anthropological surroundings of the name Theodore in Germany . It is a name of a male person signifying extra-masculine behavior. I also write poetry in Deutsch, so i know substantial cultural values of the people of Germany. Like in this case the modern social naming systems . I am aware of the anthropology of this Deutsch nomenclatural position.Why would link this name to Greeks but not Germany may due to some silent social and emotional disposition in Europe that the English speaking Europeans have a soft spot for the Greek culture.While at the same time they become victims of high adrenaline level when exposed to anything Germany. they always get repulsed when the word Germany is mentioned.So one's thesis on nomenclatural values of the name Theodore depends on which side of European consciousness one is found; is it Germany friendly consciousness or Germany threatened consciousness? The dystopic component of the name Theodore is purely cacotopic with zero element of utopia , as extra-masculinity is a swine of engendered civilization all the times.
Yours
Alexander k Opicho
NB/ i kindly invite Theodore to come to Kenya so that we do a joint research on the Swahili perspectives of the name Theodore, in Kiswahili the name Theodore is subverted to bwana tadayo
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
it was a strange and fragile Kombination--
a desperate, lonely Hunger,
frenetic Thrill to sate--
we didn't speak each other's native Tongues
but Tongues we shared
in what we found, of random Meals,
and Pocket Lexika to taste
hidden Idioms we strove to understand..
our Bodies splashing Wasser
in the murky Spree, ******* Fountain by Berliner Dom
licking Lips of Bier und Eis a ways away from Reichstag Bullet Holes
below the steel Spirale encased in Glas
transparent Government--a Show for Tourist Stroll..
our Smiles glinting, coated international, that Week agreed
"eine schwester-bruder liebe.."
temptation--and propriety--preserved--
pale lotion, paler skin to honey in the sun
aloft in hostel bunks we shared--
a cush historic castle, touristische nook
of maps and candy pockets, so geil..
gleeful us, to melt from moscau and new york
we shared the deutsch between us,
ein bisschen englisch,
a bit of russisch too for fun...
our soulwise checkpoint charlie held the lust at bay
despite lustgarten romps
and walks beneath the lindens, lane of sighs..
an awkward bridge of question-words we built to muse about the stars
and what we see with only strangers never seen again.
we named ourselves an instant familie...so you could snore on me,
and let me stroke your hair
without the guilt of infidelity
the freedom from, we traded in our blatant,
goodbye tears you shed, i kept inside to craft mnemonic gems
i share and savor in again
'
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
(in English)
Mummy, you were sweet
And you were a good time girl
So who was my Dad?
(auf deutsch)
Mutti, du war süss
und du bumst wie ein Teufel!
Und mein Vatti ist?
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
*Hail to Caesar now, Zeig Heil
Noble Eagle Standard flies,
Schutzstaffel in midnight legion
Disciplined long stabbing knives.
Heil to goose stepped march precision
Noble Eagle Standard soars,
Centurian’s in closed division
Screaming stukas strafe azores.
Fist to leather armour snapping
Stiff arms high in thronged salute,
Hail to Caesar sing the Legions
Zeig Heil Waffen SS brute.
Discipline of Shield defences
Stabbing lances follow swords
Clouds of arrows fill the heaven
Dachau’s ovens roast the hoards.
Winged Aquila flies the column
Wielded high as Roman’s would,
Black and white with red blood running
Swastikas where Jews once stood.
Europe caste in corpses rotting
Women screaming in the land,
Deutsch and Roman locked forever
Destroyers both, in history’s hand.*
Marshalg
In response to Anselm’s “Two Translations”
25 March 2013
On a cool and dry Autumn afternoon.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
In my room with a crack in the curtain
Hands glowing blue, I ask if you're certain
When the veins of the water enter my lungs
You leave me speechless with my neck well-hung
From the bakery, you bleed into me and
The painting on the wall of the ribs I wished to draw
Floating shamelessly by us as your *******
Become my chest cavity, obsessed pleasantly with your smell
And if today is the day you say you love me
You'll disappear into the hills forever
Your metacarpals smell of rosemary and honey
Sincerely breathed the throat until Spanish September!
Your eyes are penetrating, your torso radiating
Bed creaking and complaining by the weight of our backs
And the cracks in my voice give me no choice
But to ask you to sweat out all your noise!
Sometimes I wish you still spoke Deutsch
So we could get under the shower without getting moist
What do you think of when I swallow your thighs?
What do you see when I look into your eyes?
And if today is the day you say you love me
You'll disappear into the hills forever
Your metacarpals smell of rosemary and honey
Sincerely breathed the throat until Spanish September!
You are an unpronounceable vandalized symbol on the
Walls of the empty bathroom stall that is my bone marrow
Elements out the window to remove limitations
So the space between our lips is sub-atomically narrow.
When I wake in the morning to lavender conditioned locks
There are no movements, there are no clocks
And when I open my eyes and clear my throat twice
You roll over to soak your hands up into my sides
And if today is the day you say you love me
You'll disappear into the hills forever
Your metacarpals smell of rosemary and honey
Sincerely breathed the throat until Spanish September!
You are the destination to my mind's only track
And I'll always remember you even if you never love me back.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 5:04 PM UTC
Española
Tratando de independencia
Nuestra fuerza se dañó
Pero no vamos a renunciar.
Deutsch
Der Versuch, die Unabhängigkeit
Unsere Kraft beschädigt wurde
Aber wir werden nicht aufgeben.
Francaise
Essayer pour l'indépendance
Notre vigueur a été endommagé
Mais nous ne allons pas abandonner.
English
Trying for independence
Our force got damaged
But we won't give up.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
We bebopped
along the Straße,
full of the finest hops,
higher than kites,
enamored with
everything Deutsch.
Everywhere we went,
the deejays
spun the Beatles & Stones,
as if we were Brits,
when we were actually
Yanks & nein GI's,
Ich bin students!
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
It's only a paper-mache
moon, they say, too cool,
too full of interstellar space
to sympathize or stress about
lovers, kings and fools.
Or is it? According to Deutsch
the so-called final ignition
into outer space
is a product of man's meditations
moving, as if via gravitation
the magician to the other end
of the expanding universe. Sure,
in yr computer. Meanwhile, nursed
in a nursing home, mewling and peeing
as accurately predicted by Shakespeare
my old Marine, an ex-sailor, bitter
at life's ending, waited
too long to dispatch with dignity.
All alone, as in Corbiere's poem,
old soldiers are fated
to fight unnecessary wars
as we all are. Except for the fact that
every helium and hydrogen atom
ever born or made (whatever you believe)
has taken positions, passionate
and predetermined as republicans and dobermans
over eons and epochs. Thus
I don't think it behooves us much to care
if we're getting too little clean air or
bacteria are better adapted than us. This
obsession with identity, survival
a name and a leg of lamb is lame
even uninspired. The entire universe
including the professional baseball season
is canceled when yr dead. No blame.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
This sadness never ends. Parade of Scars.
A broken glass, broken hands.
Concrete walls, a soldierhead,
the memories will trick you.
A ritual of ghosts, angels of death,
attitude adjustment, auto-inflicted destruction.
Forceful behavior leds to the blackest tears,
empty eyes, empty minds,
prosthetic minds of fear and greed.
Live the American dream, unleash the ultimate scream!
Man spricht Deutsch
und die Alarme begann zu läuten.
Warum?
This could be anywhere in the world,
march on the kingdom of the dead,
we came to conquer!
Live the American dream, unleash the ultimate scream!
Carriers of the plague,
everything invaded, redemption.
This time's for real,
why do you tell me all these lies?
My patience is getting shorter
and killing you is killing me.
We stand as one, harvest, sacrifice...
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
Next to my son's anger
plate tectonics are nothing
to me. His unhappiness
was caused by me.
His purpose and mine
is to catch photons and
store them in our bones.
Time measures change
which continues without
self-doubt. There is no self.
Therefore, why care about
my son's anger
or my guilt?
Why do we have imaginary
numbers anyway?
The imaginary i allows us
to find solutions to many equations
that do not have real number solutions.
It is actually common for equations
to be unsolvable in one number system
but solvable in another:
—with only the counting numbers, we can’t solve x+8=1; we need the
integers for this!
—with only the integers, we can’t solve 3x-1=0; we need the rational
numbers for this!
—with only the rational numbers, we can’t solve x2=2; enter the
irrational numbers!
—and with only the real numbers, we can’t solve x2= -1;
we need the imaginary numbers for this!
Is it possible as Deutsch
suggests that the changes
a self-aware organism can
applying the scientific method
instantiate are innumerable
compared to those of the sun or any big bang?
Therefore, one must care
about the harm you've done
or the good you'd do.
"Death initiates a complex process by which the human body gradually
reverts to dust
but minerals may fill the cracks and voids, bonding the hydroxyapatite
and allowing the bones to join . . ."
in the happy tectonics
of the earth's plates.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Ich suche immer mein Deutsch zu verbessern.
Deutsch ist nicht meine Muttersprache, doch mag ich es ja sehr.
Wenn man mir damit helfen würde, würde ich sehr dankbar sein.
Danke für ihre Zeit.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
Say it in Arabic,
you're a Terrorist.
Say it in German,
you're a ****
Say it in English,
you're a Patriot.
--
Sag es auf Arabisch,
du bist Terrorist.
Sag es auf Deutsch,
du bist ****
Sag es auf Englisch sagt,
du bist Patriot.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
"...we have to stop being shocked and amazed....when men who are conquerors by nature also chase women....we as a society have got to become a little more anesthetized to this." Donny Deutsch
**Anesthetize your daughters, oh Mighty Men, novocaine their conquered *****
Man guided penises are upon their proverbial hunts!
They seek out your females; chase them from your arms
All at the damnable fault of their ineffable charms
Cast aside the garments you dress your girls within
Then forget the ravages of every single sin
And spread their arms to the world and let them hug it tight
While Weiners of every kind **** with all their might
Puritans are the trouble, religion the rapist’s friend
Bend your daughters over, they’ll get it in the end.
And Natalie, when you are finally through
With this unsavory interview
Lift up your dress and spread your knees
And maybe, just maybe, we will ask you please.**
'and if you were caught with your pants down literally and figuratively, come clean.'
upon the face of every woman you have ever seen.
http://newsbusters.org/blogs/kyle-drennen/2011/06/09/nbc-puritanical-americans-must-become-anesthetized-sex-scandals
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Welcome to the guide on how to write poetry.
Poems don't always rhyme
well, some of the time.
It's in plenty of children's stuff
but adults have had enough.
They
are
layed
out
weirdly
sometimes
and some are just in a long line similar to this, like you would find in a book
or pehaps with !punc?tuat'ion a^ll* o&ver;
$t"he p(l)£ace%
in CAPITALS or lower case
or perhapps with duhliburut speling misstakes.
They may have words in them
you don't understand
like antebellum or zeugma
or with words that enni yungstur ken get innit m8? Lol!
1. They can have numbers in them.
2. yehT nac eb nettirw sdrawkcab.
3. A bit of repetition did no one no harm harm harm.
Thou canst use the language of old if one wishes,
or use language that is simple, easy to grasp.
Poems
offer
exciting,
marvellous
chances to do things like an acrostic or something fancier.
Write in français, español, deutsch, dansk, italiano, polski, gaelige, cymraeg, ελληνικά, русский, íslenskur, עברית, हिंदी, 中國的, 日本の,العربية
one of those, or English if you choose.
In bold (brackets and italics too) - a dash here; use semi-colons properly as well.....don't over do the full stops or talk about silly things like purple pumpkins playing with pigeons.
L o o k.
You have some choices now.
Stick to my rules
or make your own.
To be onist, it dunt rearly mattuh.
It's a poem. Something like that.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
In eine laufende Mühe mein Deutsch zu üben und verbessern,
werde ich hierauf auf Deutsch mehr schreiben.
Normalerweise werde ich versuchen Übersetzungen hinzufügen,
aber werde das natürlich nicht immer das Fall sein. ;)
-
Wenn du Deutsch kennst, sollst du bitte mir helfen, mein Deutsch zu verbessern.
Es ist nicht leicht auf eine fremde Sprache zu schreiben, geschweige gut.
Geschweige wann es von so viele Leute so öffentlich kritisiert sein kann.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
die bäume sind frisch
der See ist salzig und kühl
Deutschland macht Spaß, ja?
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Ich möchte dir ein Gedicht schreiben
Weil du bist der Liebe verdient
Jetzt verstehe ich, dass ich meine Zeit mit falschen verbracht habe
Und zu spät gekommen bin, um dich zu finden
Ich möchte dir ein Gedicht schreiben
Weil du der Grund bist, warum ich mich hinlege
Und stundenlang Musik höre, und träume davon
Tanz mit dir im Dunkeln
Singe mit meinem gebrochenen Deutsch
Schau dir zu, während du mir Gitarre spielst
Ich möchte dir ein Gedicht schreiben
Weil das Gefühl in mir sagt, dass es richtig ist
Und du bist es wert
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
Upon returning from Deutsch class,
Where we spoke of Sturm und Drang,
I reminisce about Schiller’s scull in glass
and think it rather wrong.
Maybe it’s just komisch
your best friend stealing your noodle
somehow it makes sense, I wish
a really great poem he did doodle
Schiller and Goethe, the poets
and quite a pair were they!
Even after death we know it,
“Schiller’s” head was on display!
The inspiration knew no bound’ries,
words flowed without a hitch,
like blacksmiths in metal foundries
he truly found his niche
Know nature, life, and death alike
looking in his hollowed out eyes
you never know! Inspiration may strike
n'ere prompt, like lightening, o’re the skies.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
ich liebe dich.
!
!
!
sprichst du deutsch?
nein?
OK...
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
I'm overcome by lust
A sophistication of the soul
Mind bent in two
Where I try
He betrays
Leaving kisses of sin
The Garden of Eden is open
Left alone without regard
Not a regret echoed in time
When will he come?
My knight of splendor
Germanic and full of crystallized juice
Reality makes him a Spaniard
To whom my life is bequeathed
Under the sun for all to see
My dream of an Arminius is unrealized
Traded for an exotic intoxication
Ready is the introduction of grieve
But still, I love
The lips
Constant touch of angelic purity
Forgiveness is the actor's end
Truce to end entry into the heart
Producing gratification of natural optimism
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
Deine Augen sind wie Sterne,
und, du hast das Lächeln
auf die G ö t t e r!
Ich Hoffe, das mein Gedicht ist ein bisschen weniger Schwul in Deutsch verfasst.
Aber ich fürchte ich habe es noch schlimmer gemacht..
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
**I
February
Einbahnstraße in a
night of black arrowheads/jazz, obliteration perfume/
the twinkle of your
eyes which are engulfed
by youthful nymphs
Fur-lined sable coat
& I
in a jean jacket, hair styled back/
the perspiring windows of Paul Gustavus
open to reveal alizarin (death of day)
velvet curtains
(an appetite for moonlight &
mirrors) the reverberation
echochamber settles over us infused
with alcohol and tea leaves
Basement seclusion,
Deutsch in every direction
Woodstove heat/harsh truths exist in
a Blue Rose of cackling ash, left
disentangled ... duskdancer and copperhue-rooftop Saharas
billowing madly
conversation as a
room full of isolation, lip -
eye, breath -
hairline/drifting to attic enticement,
bedsheets ruffling like
a winged dove
(insertion/devotion)
I am a North American phantom speaking through written paragraphs
& on my second drink a voice
persuasively licks my thigh/come up from the uneven ground
*"feed the moon
relinquish fear
-blindness & burden, parish your
anticipation for fire"*
II
In my restlessness later on, I realize
all I can do is keep my head
high, mimic hope, mimic strength knowing we are
but one brief collision of beautiful
time purposed to split off again
towards a chaos larger than
ourselves.
Remembering The Woman in The Dunes..
"There was a drooling wolf...there was the sun. And, somewhere, he knew not where...there must also be a storm center and lines of discontinuity"
our own repitition of love & labor, warding off the deathhand which always comes back around
... How far do we have to go for lasting tenderness?
III
March
Australian sand/I erase my flesh
in Summer fruit/the air is thick,
I have stopped wearing leather
With iron humility
I task myself to
tillling a steeple into
a breaking cloudbeam
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
*To breathe, I realized,
Is also to converse.
And for the first time,
That night, busy,
My body spoke in Deutsch.
The blankets fell...
...from her feet.
The pale door of Moon led us
To discovery, to agitation,
To the warmth and to the cold,
From the Philippines, then to Poland,
From covering to uncovering,
From her bed, then to the stars.
It was an extravagant...
**********
© 2015 J.S.P.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
'Sorry'
Deutsch: Entschuldigung, es tut mir leid
Français: Je suis désolé, désolé
Do you understand?
It's in your native tongue.
And until now,
It's been your praise I've sung.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
Deutsch
The language that connects all of us
It’s complex grammar cases difficult
The linguistic struggles cause a big fuss
Rules are held firmly in place by a bolt
Spelling difficulties are not the worst,
As they can be quiet, different, and new
Gosh, this makes me want a good Currywurst
That along with some tasty ethnic brew
Deutsch macht nicht alles einfach, stimmt es so
Aber Deutsch bring uns alle zusammen
Wir haben “Wer? Was? Wann? Warum? Wie? Wo?”
Also ich finde das ich bin verschwa’mn
Maybe it’s for the best, that I don’t learn
For the memories, each does badly burn
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC