"dimitri" poems - Hello Poetry

Have you ever felt, no, dreamt of falling down a precipice into a pit. That's how I'm falling, but its no dream. And I'm not afraid. And don't you be afraid. I guess that I am afraid, but I enjoy it. It's not enjoyment though, but ecstasy.

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Aug 11, 2011

Aug 11, 2011 at 4:56 PM UTC

james-wisp

Thankyou Dimitri

Have you ever felt, no, dreamt of falling down a precipice into a pit. That's how I'm falling, but its no dream. And I'm not afraid. And don't you be afraid. I guess that I am afraid, but I enjoy it. It's not enjoyment though, but ecstasy.

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So much pain in the bottom of a seally bag And it reminds me of the life I could of really had For every scar on my arm it never made me stay clam Left my head ringing like alarm The itch always burning like its ****** A need that I just couldn't run away from And when I look around today and wonder where the hell have all my mates gone Shackled up in chains I can't see they will ever break from An this is only take one But there's no take two Thousand hits of Dimitri still couldn't break through So I'll have to make do Knowing there's a part of me that loves and a part that really hates you I never meant to hate you I never meant to hate you

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Nov 4, 2018

Nov 4, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC

turtle-shellington

Addict

So much pain in the bottom of a seally bag And it reminds me of the life I could of really had For every scar on my arm it never made me stay clam Left my head ringing like alarm The itch always burning like its ****** A need that I just couldn't run away from And when I look around today and wonder where the hell have all my mates gone Shackled up in chains I can't see they will ever break from An this is only take one But there's no take two Thousand hits of Dimitri still couldn't break through So I'll have to make do Knowing there's a part of me that loves and a part that really hates you I never meant to hate you I never meant to hate you

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dimitri was a music man who paid attention to life's subtleties he chiseled at a block of notes, hammering them down to sculpted perfection music did he use as a platform to disguise his controversial contexts distracting his judges with thin air before delving into the matter at hand a scherzo, to illumine Stalin's atrocities sewn into the playful boom-chuck, dangerous melodies and complex harmonies in one instance, the William Tell did he use to comment on power to the people and their triumph over the regime it was a strategic ironic play Rossini's light, airy music brewing with tumult in fact une blague, a sort of joke to mock society an unsettling fiddle bit later echoed in the likes of Bernstein dimitri read his part at a UNESCO convention-- --deadpan, not looking up once from his paper it was clear, he had his own opinion a voice rang in the distance, an approaching bell at a time when all were violently silenced the opposition cleverly fashioning his statements one only had to listen to his symphonies to find dimitri's was a very attuned mind.

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Mar 28, 2012

Mar 28, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC

next-paige

dimitri toed the line

dimitri was a music man who paid attention to life's subtleties he chiseled at a block of notes, hammering them down to sculpted perfection music did he use as a platform to disguise his controversial contexts distracting his judges with thin air before delving into the matter at hand a scherzo, to illumine Stalin's atrocities sewn into the playful boom-chuck, dangerous melodies and complex harmonies in one instance, the William Tell did he use to comment on power to the people and their triumph over the regime it was a strategic ironic play Rossini's light, airy music brewing with tumult in fact une blague, a sort of joke to mock society an unsettling fiddle bit later echoed in the likes of Bernstein dimitri read his part at a UNESCO convention-- --deadpan, not looking up once from his paper it was clear, he had his own opinion a voice rang in the distance, an approaching bell at a time when all were violently silenced the opposition cleverly fashioning his statements one only had to listen to his symphonies to find dimitri's was a very attuned mind.

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your plans of escape YOLO, I know, but please, NO!!! please! do not go there

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Mar 13, 2013

Mar 13, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC

patricia-drake

Dimitri (haiku structure)

your plans of escape YOLO, I know, but please, NO!!! please! do not go there

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The Fifth Karamazov When young we identify with Alyosha His optimism and his innocence His fragile, flowering Orthodox1 faith A happy, almost-holy fool for Christ When older, the sensual Dimitri, With irresponsible lusts and desires Grasping for the rewards of the moment Now, ever now, wanting everything now Then older still, as intellectual Ivan Sneeringly aloft, above all faith and flesh A constructor of systems and ideas From the back pages of French magazines Though never do we identify with Nest-fouling, leering, lurking Smerdyakov Our secret fear, unspoken fear, death-fear: That he might be who we untruly are But hear, O hear, the holy bells of Optina2 Those Russian messengers3 singing to us Inviting us to meet Alyosha again At Father Zosima’s poor4 hermitage 1Russian Orthodox 2The name of the real monastery upon which Dostoyevsky modeled his fictional one 3The Brothers Karamazov was first published as a serial in The Russian Messenger 4Poor only by earthly standards

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May 25, 2017

May 25, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

The Fifth Karamazov

The Fifth Karamazov When young we identify with Alyosha His optimism and his innocence His fragile, flowering Orthodox1 faith A happy, almost-holy fool for Christ When older, the sensual Dimitri, With irresponsible lusts and desires Grasping for the rewards of the moment Now, ever now, wanting everything now Then older still, as intellectual Ivan Sneeringly aloft, above all faith and flesh A constructor of systems and ideas From the back pages of French magazines Though never do we identify with Nest-fouling, leering, lurking Smerdyakov Our secret fear, unspoken fear, death-fear: That he might be who we untruly are But hear, O hear, the holy bells of Optina2 Those Russian messengers3 singing to us Inviting us to meet Alyosha again At Father Zosima’s poor4 hermitage 1Russian Orthodox 2The name of the real monastery upon which Dostoyevsky modeled his fictional one 3The Brothers Karamazov was first published as a serial in The Russian Messenger 4Poor only by earthly standards

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The Fifth Karamazov When young we identify with Alyosha His optimism and his innocence His fragile, flowering Orthodox 1 faith A happy, almost-holy fool for Christ When older, the sensual Dimitri, With irresponsible lusts and desires Grasping for the rewards of the moment Now, ever now, wanting everything now Then older still, as intellectual Ivan Sneeringly aloft, above all faith and flesh A constructor of systems and ideas From the back pages of French magazines Though never do we identify with Nest-fouling, leering, lurking Smerdyakov Our secret fear, unspoken fear, death-fear: That he might be who we untruly are But hear, O hear, the holy bells of Optina 2 Those Russian messengers 3 singing to us Inviting us to meet Alyosha again At Father Zosima’s poor 4 hermitage 1 Russian Orthodox 2 The name of the real monastery upon which Dostoyevsky modeled his fictional one 3 The Brothers Karamazov was first published as a serial in The Russian Messenger 4 Poor only by secular standards

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

A Russian Series: 9 - The Fifth Karamazov

The Fifth Karamazov When young we identify with Alyosha His optimism and his innocence His fragile, flowering Orthodox 1 faith A happy, almost-holy fool for Christ When older, the sensual Dimitri, With irresponsible lusts and desires Grasping for the rewards of the moment Now, ever now, wanting everything now Then older still, as intellectual Ivan Sneeringly aloft, above all faith and flesh A constructor of systems and ideas From the back pages of French magazines Though never do we identify with Nest-fouling, leering, lurking Smerdyakov Our secret fear, unspoken fear, death-fear: That he might be who we untruly are But hear, O hear, the holy bells of Optina 2 Those Russian messengers 3 singing to us Inviting us to meet Alyosha again At Father Zosima’s poor 4 hermitage 1 Russian Orthodox 2 The name of the real monastery upon which Dostoyevsky modeled his fictional one 3 The Brothers Karamazov was first published as a serial in The Russian Messenger 4 Poor only by secular standards

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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] “Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew” cited in -Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University: As a child of situational poverty I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers Including Moses Joshua Jeremiah Samuel David Solomon Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve Saint Paul Elie Weisel Chaim Potok Herman Wouk Leon Uris Franz Kafka Leonard Cohen Anne Frank Bernard Malamud Isaac Bashevis Singer Philip Roth Osip Mandelstam Saul Bellow Isaac Asimov Woody Allen Mel Brooks Edna Ferber Yip Harburg George Cukor Mel Brooks Oscar Hammerstein Alan Lerner Carl Reiner Rod Serling Franz Werfel Alan Arkin Claire Bloom Leonard Nimoy Chaim Topol Ed Asner Mel Brooks Peter Falk Werner Klemperer Jack Klugman Walter Matthau Tony Randall Mel Torme John Banner Kirk Douglas Lorne Greene Eli Wallach Sam Wanamaker Morey Amsterdam Leo Genn Otto Preminger Jack Benny Leslie Howard Ernst Lubitsch Cecil B. DeMille Mortimer Adler Allen Bloom Harold Bloom Irving Berlin Boris Pasternak Emil Ludwig Eric Wolfgang Korngold Elmer Bernstein Max Steiner George Gershwin Dimitri Tiomkin Samuel Fuller Alexander Korda Zoltan Korda Emeric Pressburger Erich von Stroheim Billy Wilder William Wyler Fred Zinnemann J. J. Abrams Peter Bogdanovich Michael Curtiz Stanley Donen Stanley Kramer Howard Caine Leon Askin Robert Clary Dinah Shore Stephen Sondheim Volodymyr Zelinsky Simon Schama Louise Gluck Siegfried Sassoon Isaac Rosenberg Joseph Brodsky Rob Morrow Vasily Grossman Stanley Kubrick Viktor Frankl And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth And humanity’s aspirations to the good All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate

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Apr 19, 2024

Apr 19, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

"Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew"

Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] “Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew” cited in -Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University: As a child of situational poverty I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers Including Moses Joshua Jeremiah Samuel David Solomon Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve Saint Paul Elie Weisel Chaim Potok Herman Wouk Leon Uris Franz Kafka Leonard Cohen Anne Frank Bernard Malamud Isaac Bashevis Singer Philip Roth Osip Mandelstam Saul Bellow Isaac Asimov Woody Allen Mel Brooks Edna Ferber Yip Harburg George Cukor Mel Brooks Oscar Hammerstein Alan Lerner Carl Reiner Rod Serling Franz Werfel Alan Arkin Claire Bloom Leonard Nimoy Chaim Topol Ed Asner Mel Brooks Peter Falk Werner Klemperer Jack Klugman Walter Matthau Tony Randall Mel Torme John Banner Kirk Douglas Lorne Greene Eli Wallach Sam Wanamaker Morey Amsterdam Leo Genn Otto Preminger Jack Benny Leslie Howard Ernst Lubitsch Cecil B. DeMille Mortimer Adler Allen Bloom Harold Bloom Irving Berlin Boris Pasternak Emil Ludwig Eric Wolfgang Korngold Elmer Bernstein Max Steiner George Gershwin Dimitri Tiomkin Samuel Fuller Alexander Korda Zoltan Korda Emeric Pressburger Erich von Stroheim Billy Wilder William Wyler Fred Zinnemann J. J. Abrams Peter Bogdanovich Michael Curtiz Stanley Donen Stanley Kramer Howard Caine Leon Askin Robert Clary Dinah Shore Stephen Sondheim Volodymyr Zelinsky Simon Schama Louise Gluck Siegfried Sassoon Isaac Rosenberg Joseph Brodsky Rob Morrow Vasily Grossman Stanley Kubrick Viktor Frankl And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth And humanity’s aspirations to the good All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate

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I speak hood art That street poetry When you hear that bass Knocking down your street You know it’s me That lilheathen Creeping straight outta Hell Just to bask up in the smell Of the **** Need that Acapulco Gold Fruit for the soul Blue dream got me froze Stuck in a maze through my mind Stuck in a place I can’t find Lighters in the skies Look like Fire flies in the night Higher I climb To the Light Smoked a bowl full of Dimitri Just to enlighten my eye

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC

lilheathen

Voodoo Village

I speak hood art That street poetry When you hear that bass Knocking down your street You know it’s me That lilheathen Creeping straight outta Hell Just to bask up in the smell Of the **** Need that Acapulco Gold Fruit for the soul Blue dream got me froze Stuck in a maze through my mind Stuck in a place I can’t find Lighters in the skies Look like Fire flies in the night Higher I climb To the Light Smoked a bowl full of Dimitri Just to enlighten my eye

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9/11 By Daniel Lantigua Up above watched, by the five thousand plus souls, Came a voice that punctured in them some holes. A tall man in a straw hat stood and said, "don't be sad, look at your country don't you see, you died for freedom just like me." Then before them all, appeared a scene of rubbled streets and twisted beams. Death, destruction, smoke and dust And people working just cause they must. Hauling ash, and lifting stones, Knee deep in hell, But not alone. Beams bent and melted like your knees do when you knelt. How could it be, my friend beside me in anguish is what she felt. All the heat that is seen from the fire, pushing humans to melt. All caused by the thunderous and horrific attacks that was dealt. One man puts in perspective just like he did back when he uttered, "I have a dream.." This is what I've seen, Look closer newcomers, yes there is suffering, there is pain, and there are tears, But what I don't see is fear". All of those people, even the ones that have never met you, All of their lives, they will never forget you. Don't you see what you have done? You have brought them together, together as one. A man bearded and in a stove pipe hat told them to "take my hand" for I will lead you to heaven, Your young ones like Michael, Louis, Dimitri and Devin Shall remember you on this date of September 11.

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Feb 22, 2018

Feb 22, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC

TheStorm

9/11

9/11 By Daniel Lantigua Up above watched, by the five thousand plus souls, Came a voice that punctured in them some holes. A tall man in a straw hat stood and said, "don't be sad, look at your country don't you see, you died for freedom just like me." Then before them all, appeared a scene of rubbled streets and twisted beams. Death, destruction, smoke and dust And people working just cause they must. Hauling ash, and lifting stones, Knee deep in hell, But not alone. Beams bent and melted like your knees do when you knelt. How could it be, my friend beside me in anguish is what she felt. All the heat that is seen from the fire, pushing humans to melt. All caused by the thunderous and horrific attacks that was dealt. One man puts in perspective just like he did back when he uttered, "I have a dream.." This is what I've seen, Look closer newcomers, yes there is suffering, there is pain, and there are tears, But what I don't see is fear". All of those people, even the ones that have never met you, All of their lives, they will never forget you. Don't you see what you have done? You have brought them together, together as one. A man bearded and in a stove pipe hat told them to "take my hand" for I will lead you to heaven, Your young ones like Michael, Louis, Dimitri and Devin Shall remember you on this date of September 11.

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Lawrence Hall [email protected] Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Logosophiamag.com Hellopoetry.com Fellowshipandfairydust.com Corporal Karamazov Flies Home from the War “Which war?” “Your war – there’s always a war.” Every young reader sees Alyosha in himself A sensitive mystic, misunderstood by most Questing for an answer to a question unasked Politely shown the door by Father Zosima As Old Karamazov? Impossible 53 is an age of antiquity As Dimitri, Ivan, and Smerdyakov? They are unable to sort out themselves Lost in thought in a contract airline seat: A 22-year-old just two days off the line A patriarchal colonialist ideologue

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Jan 28, 2023

Jan 28, 2023 at 1:46 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Corporal Karamazov Flies Home from the War

Lawrence Hall [email protected] Poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Logosophiamag.com Hellopoetry.com Fellowshipandfairydust.com Corporal Karamazov Flies Home from the War “Which war?” “Your war – there’s always a war.” Every young reader sees Alyosha in himself A sensitive mystic, misunderstood by most Questing for an answer to a question unasked Politely shown the door by Father Zosima As Old Karamazov? Impossible 53 is an age of antiquity As Dimitri, Ivan, and Smerdyakov? They are unable to sort out themselves Lost in thought in a contract airline seat: A 22-year-old just two days off the line A patriarchal colonialist ideologue

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