"dra" poems
Shamans, in an attempt to find a word that all cultures could understand, to represent, universally, the subject; married the languages by root.
Each attribute or thing that the beast is said to do, have or have power to do or over is found as a definition in a language of the individual roots.
Take Sanskrit for instance. "Dra," is "water and combine it with Sumerian, "Gun, Gon," and you get a "water-born," beast who "writhes, twists or wraps around," which is the Ouroboros Serpent as shown in ancient images.
The secret to all ancient myth or religion is in interpretation of language into foreign languages over time.
And, yes, it is very creative, appears complex due to time but is just humans trying to describe observable nature.
None of it is meant to be taken literally unless you literally live six thousand years ago and speak in an ancient tongue.
Addendum
* Keltic, "Con, Kon," makes the Dragon, "All-knowing." *
And we know from Plato that Greeks
stole their root words from the Celts.
Plato's own words in,
'The Cratylus.'
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
* *The Dragon steals the waters of life,
The Dragon steals the waters of life,
The Dragon steals the waters of life,* *
* a Hydra eats those who lie. *
*This is the story of
Darr-en Gunn,
His life was a
short-en-ed one.
While hunting some snakes
having no lucky breaks.
Found himself consumed by a
gi-ant one.
Was warned of one snake,
the seven-headed Drake.
Found himself consumed by a
gi-ant one.
In Old Foggie swamps lies a place
he haunts.
With a hunter digesting in a
Dra-gon!
*The Dragon steals the waters of life,
The Dragon steals the waters of life,
The Dragon steals the waters of life,* *
* a Hydra eats those who lie.
All children should learn
of a swamp that churns.
In a place where they say
the wa-ter burns!
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
Is moeilik om te begryp,
en nie rerig mooi nie.
Dis 'n spoegspat soos 'n herrie-
'n gemmors wat langs die kar staan en bedel.
Dis 'n gemoedsbekakking... ag verskoon tog
verswakking soos die breakdowns innie gossip magazine.
Ag shame , hulle dra ook maar swaar aan society se crimes
en al dai drugs is maar ommie pyn te verlig.
Kyk nounet daar , sterre wat pyn , is seker maar
'n metafoor. Vir wat? Se jy my!
Jy wat my analiseer en dissekteer...
want daar is geen meer sterre wat pyn nie,
die woorde wat rym ennie
ander goeie goed is lankal van alle kleur bevry
in my agterkop waar dit donker is soos
'n land waar hoop 'n feeverhaal is.
Dis te donker om nou te rym,
maar te donker om in te hou...
so ek sny maar die kanker stuk vir stuk uit
en bloei nonsens-ink op die blaai.
Aan die einde is dit nie net die gedig nie.
Dis die ganse wereld wat rym.
Elke herrie en spoegspatter
elke gerookte ster en hartseer kokkedoor
ek , jy - ons almal is 'n gedig.
Ons almal rym...
ons is net te moeilik om te verstaan
en nie altyd mooi nie.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Jou boodskappe die sonstrale
wat elke nou en dan my dag wil maak
en ook soms 8 minute vat om by my uit te kom
maar gee lig en lewe in my donker wereld
al is jy miljoene bietjies weg van my af
is jou liefde n warm drukkie wat ek
moeiteloos in elke donker nag
om my bang lyf kan vou
jy wat agter die horison jou eie horison sien
en dalk self die maan met my deel
,van n ander kant af,
dra ek na aan my hart...
soos n tietie sonder nippels
of n bangmaak boek sonder sy stippels....
is my lewe net plein
en puntloos sonder jou.
Jy is my duisend-myle-weg
, maar altyd daar,
chill-jou-guava maaitjie
wat my weghol hart bedaar.
Familie buite stam en bas
bloedloos dalk , maar hegte vas
grenslose vriende oor die wereld heen...
God se grootste seen.
- aan al my vriende wat ver weg bly , maar meer beteken as my eie asem en wat ek dierbaarder ag as my virginity ;) ek is so ongelooflik baie lief vir julle.
Carinda du Toit. Aldridt Koltzow. Marli Roux. Tarryn Forster. Frederik Rudolph van Dyk. en al die ander...
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
.
Oh yeah. You were
all I ever wanted...
Huh. With your too
sweet lips
and your
painted lies.
**** you
were so dra-
matic about
everything
(all the ****
ing time too)
but the way
your fingers
played with
my hair and
the way you
said I love
you was too good,
too **** ******* good.
But you know what?? DON'T
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 5:58 AM UTC
ek is deurskykend, transparant, deurmekaar
opsoek na my vrede, my mensweesm my wees
ek voel so secondhand, so op gebruik, so klaar
bid vir verlossing, a trade in vir n nuwe vlees, nuwe gees, beter wees
my oe hoop op vol trane on gehuil
ek slaan lelike kolle uit in my sogenoemde persoonlikheid
maar dis alles ek, ek wat my vervuil
ek wat my eenkant hou, ek wat my uit smyt
ek wat ja se al wil als binne my nee skree
ek wat bly staan terwyl ek moes weg hardloop
ek wat myself wou uitvee
ek wat myself vir cheap thrills verkoop
maar hirdie ek is te oud om te kniel
hierdie ek word te oud om te glo
so ek staan waar ek staan en verniel
en ek bly staan sonder n tree en verloor
kyk dis ek wat hier staan, te sad om te bid
te seer om te huil, versteen deur my toedoen
daar is geen hande vat en aansit
maar ek dra dit met n smile want dis my skoen
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Bikhre alfaz
Tute khwab -
Bikhre bikhre s Kuch alfaz h
Tute tute s khwab h
Antarmn ab bechen sa h
Hue khwab aahat s h
Dil m lga ghav sa h
Bikhre bikhre s Kuch alfaz h
Tute tute s Kuch khwab h
Sangharsh krna bna muskil sa h
Aasan raah ki talash v na ktm hota sa h
dra dra sa ab mn rhta h
Hoton ki hasi v ab khi chupa sa h
Khi gm K sagar h to khi shukh K leher aae h
Kisi K sapne hue raakh K s
To kisi ne nae sapno ki chavi bnae h
Sunn K baat yh nae dil m
aae Kuch aash sa h
Bikhre alfazo ko sajakr koe
Naye sapne bunne ka khwab sa h.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 7:51 AM UTC
>>>>>>>>>>i of a well
d t
r u
a o
w p
m u
y f
s l
e
the more i draw, the more energy i feel expanding my mind.
m
a o u
k l d
i c s.
n into the
g w myself
e dra
v a n
e c
r i
y t h i n g l i g h t e r
(i really can do anything)
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Die ou kniee knak en kraak
en maak geraas
, maar sal sukkel-sukkel teen die rand
hou om jou te dra.
**** *** ek kriekbeen,
in die laatnag na jou vra.
My ribbes is marimbas,
uitgehonger vir die hokmaak
van 'n antieke snaardrom hart.
Wat nou met mening elke been
se noot raak slaan en hammer
asof opnuut gevorm en gespeen.
En tog die kop raas soos
basyn geskal en bomval,
want binne woed die stryd
van goed teen kwaad.
Ek speel vir jou 'n simfonie:
Die lirieke dalk af, maar tog op maat.
Ag ek's sommer simpel,
dis die liefde wat so praat...
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Deadhead Barbie's hypin' the tour
Telling all her friends about the tickets she scored
Hey six-up yo' gather near the doors
We're going to wear the tie-die t-shirts one more time
Dee Dra's grandpa's cooking up some homemade wine
It's really going to kick it in us one more time
The lights, the music, ambience together entwined
And Deadhead Barbie twirling 'round as if she's blind but, she's not blind
Electric skull head, steal your face, I like your smile
Nothin' left to do here; listen once in a while
I can't believe that all these years they're still in style
All that dancing, good for lovin'n, sweating miles
And Deadhead Barbie's blood is flowing fast
She grabbed a piece of something that was built to last
Maybe not forever, but one of life's best blasts
A bigger bang might break the earth into two halves
And Deadhead Barbie's drinking Dee Dra's wine
There's a party in the parking lot. Yeah, Dee Dra's fine.
Dancing girls with dancing bears a one FINE time
Deadhead Barbie's had her pants pulled in again
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
ek staar dae lank na n lee wit muur
binne my brand als soos vuur
in eensaamheid word ek toegevou
buite kou die druppels dou
die laaste uur voel ek so koud
voel so amper amper oud
al die dinge wat my pla
dra ek diep, dit volg my na
ek kou en herkou
my tong so amper flou
steeds ***** jy naby my
en ek kan jou net nie kry
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Jy wys nie die son vir 'n blinde wat weer kan sien nie.
Dis mos nou kinders-kry dan trou ,
'n priem baba se : Ek is lief vir jou.
Verby nog voor dit begin het.
Of is my hart nou wiegiedood wat
doodluiters my eie galg om die baba hang.
Breek ek die glas-skoen? voordat die lewe dit kan breek?
Of het ek nou maar oulaas 'n manier
om al die goeie goed - uit vrees
van stapel te stuur?
Ek kan jou volg... sal jou volg;
sou jou volg tot waar die wind ons waai
en saam jou kan ek... sal ek
sou ek heeldag rondomtalie en tiekiedraai,
maar *** gaan ek die onbekende in
as dit tussen my en die horison le?
My hartklop eikehout in die gang,
hy klop nog koud , maar hy klop nou!
En jy praat van altyd en van later en van dan:
verder selfs as wat my sig durf reik!
Jy is my nou.
Jammer dat ek more jou gister gaan wees;
probeer verstaan, ek verlang nog silwer en plooie
en die wereld is my lapdoek en die lewe is my lee papier
en ek wil groei.
Ek kan nie die trouring dra nie
,as hy nog koud aan my vinger kleef...
my hart is dalk nog prematuur ,
maar ek wil graag uitgan
en die koue skouers en spervure
vir my self gaan beleef.
Moet my nie die son wys nie
Ek leer nou eers *** om te sien...
en moet nie se jy is lief vir my nie,
want more is dit verby nog voor dit begin het.
En dan hang ek die priem.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
Die arendgod was reeds verswelg
Agter sleepvoet trapsietjies
Wat met motreen sy voetspoor laat
Menigte kleure het deurmekaar gedreun
Om hul water afhantlikes met 'n bulderende
Brander van stemme te dra
En die skerts wat dans oor hulle skouers
Dan af traan om met hulle verwante menigte te vereenselwig
Die gedreun van stemme bereik 'n stilte vol antisipasie
Die bekoordes vind hul ligging ...
Op hul merke...
Gebore vir die oomblik...
Kneukels raak wit van koue en klou...
Iewers flits 'n meganiese weerligstraal...
En ons swem rugslag in die sproeireen
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
goodbye
i wont be on here too much longer
the ink in my pen se_ms to be r_nni_g
o u t .
the tho_ghts in my he_d are dra_ning
out.
my poetry stands
unclear
& unfin_sh_d
blank thoughts on the
page.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
NA KS. DRA HAB. NATANKA W GRZECHYNI MUSZELKI 52 OKTAWY DWIE VON STEFAN KOSIEWSKI Studia Slavica et Khazarica XXI Prolegomena do Niebopolityki PANDEMIA PSYCHOZY Zniweczona Rzeczywistość Zarys Estetyki Chazarów Fascynacja Obłędem
I
Czy Arcybiskup Krakowa Jędraszewski żydoską babkę Wojtyły
z domu Szulc wyniesie na ołtarze Kościoła Rzymskokatolickiego
za rodzicami Santo Subito Lolka przez tzw. populus Romanus
ludzi siatki ojca Hejmo w ramach działań operacyjnych SB?
Czy ważne święcenia kapłańskie ma Jędraszewski od kropienia
wodą święconą żeliwnych klap kanalizacyjnych w mieście Łodzi?
Czy uchodzi, by cudownie rozmnażane przez Dziwisza relikwie
zachowały ważność do usranej śmierci, jeśli gówno przychodzi
II
Kubicy w sporcie z przedmiotów szamańskich nie posiadających
nawet mocy placebo, bez wiary w modlitwę księży i biskupów
Episkopatu Polski, którzy w porze Pandemii CORONA ograniczają
liczbę członków Rodziny Góralskiej na Mszy św. za Ojczyznę?
PS. Nie licząc przychodów Kubicy pochodzących z dofinansowania
amatorskiej aktywności państwowymi dotacjami Morawieckiego
hojną ręką słupa Obajtka w PKN ORLEN, jak poseł Kaczyński nie
zalicza do Rejestru Korzyści obstawy i kierowców biseksualnych.
https://sowafee.jimdofree.com/2020/03/15/na-ks-dra-hab-natanka-w-grzechyni-oktawy-dwie-m52-von-stefan-kosiewski-ssetkh-pdnxxi/
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC
Lyset på nattbordet
kaster lystige skygger utover rommet
de leker sammen
i en yndig vals
oppettet veggen.
Lyset slukkes og skyggene forsvinner
men valsen pågår enda
en absurd vals
som fyller tankene mine
en yndig vals
en vakker vals som dra meg med.
Jeg klarer ikke slippe taket .
Raskere og raksere går valsen,
helt til jeg ikke lenger klarer å holde taket å den
den kaster seg utover
prøver frebrilsk å fange virkeligheten,
men plutslig
så er valsen borte
og alt som er igjen
er meg
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
here sit i
a skalded-babe
at a prison-box of
metal and wood and plaster.
chained for the span
of the elf's glory passing,
i shuffle leaves of wood
from in to out.
i move the hamsterwheel forward inch by inch,
or i runabout in a
runic-neon-field,
with my cheesy,
tailess-rodent, biting
and chewing away,
for the need of budget burning yeilds.
if lucky some snail mail
may come to relieve
the electronic humdrum.
if not,... i suppose,
i can knock on the world wide, spiders-door, enter
the ether-frame...
and see the cat, playing
piano, badly in fortissimo.
or be a mouse-jockey
in the web-led rodeo
then when the elf's are done
home to hearth,
i will run,in the rover of the land.
to sit by whale road on
golden sand.
and go make fodder for
the artisan-sawdust-man and the child.
for us to eat with carrot-comb and steak-stabber
before sitting down
replete,
for a night in with the
zombie-creator.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
In die hart van Afrika se suidegrond,
Styg ’n taal, sterk en bond.
Diep in son en sand,
Stemme dra oor hierdie land.
Afrikaans, die taal van hart en kin,
Gevleg met stories van waar ons was en bin.
Van boereveld tot stad se straat,
Sy ritme sterk, sy klank hard.
Woorde wat van berge hoog weerklink,
Stories oud, na die hemel gesink.
Met elke “sê,” ’n belofte gegee,
Van erfenis wat nooit sal verdwyn.
Ons taal sing van lag, van trane en vrees,
Van stryde gewen en drome geheg.
Al verander die tyd, al rol die gety,
Afrikaans bly staan, sterk en vry.
So hef jou stem, laat dit luid wees,
’n Lied van trots, ’n taal om te lees.
Want in elke frase, elke woord en rym,
Dra ons ons Afrikaans, deur elke tyd.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 1:54 PM UTC
but wait,...I had s. o. m. e. hope
itfeltsostrange in my body
so displaced on-my-tongue
let's just be honest; I knew that it didn't
be\\Long
it's a place I've. come. to. know.
A little {A lot} Too Well
it's sick; i've found there's a comfort
~in the broken~
grown "ac"cust"om"ed" to this hell
oh-sweet-love; i don't have the vanity to
pretend
...that your g. o. n. e. doesn't a\c\h\e\
... my whiskey bears witness to how
my >hands> qui>ver > and> shake
spendingmy nights
on-the-living-room-floor
dra _ gg _ ing>>> a cigarette
while 'ole Keaton sings... my... songs...
^H^op^E^ is wish _ ful th°in°king°
better saved for those who-know-it's-worth
cause I've tossedthedice; and/my/love
,... and it {just} hasn't been,... e n o ugh.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
uk raf highest level
dra (comander in chief)
tree, doe, sta, daffodil
ma da la dee so wa.
highest level command all countries sea of china.
highest level artillary china
sea, say say, atata,
suzie, nightbird
tra, so, summer, mon,
toto, motto, qui, ta.
china temples motto
china building straw
all systems a a
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
fwoah dream reiterates that sea commands all military under fwoah.
fwoah continues to support trump (choo) in this difficult transfer of power. we’ve had the fake news now we’ve the fake vote. china requests transparency at this point in time and recounts in the areas where there was corruption against our ally america.
dra (english commander raf) would like to thank fwoah for continuing to support the military in great britain. he would also like to thank ian of china for making sure that china would never attack. he wants to move forward in action with china and support the idea that evil is no longer in the world. scott advises police support to southern ports to turn back anyone who classes as evil on the new ap.
fwoah advises extra 400 jobs in the south for policemen to id check for evil people trying to move to great britain. fwoah paid 2billion into police funding for this service from taxpayers cash. exchequer has £130 billion and boro was yet again trying to steal money.
this 2 billion spending to be determined by scot of scotland yard with emphasising creating jobs. definitely 400 on southern coast. key phrasing ‘system’ army and police and customs to work together.
emails to changes to government and request for finance to be emailed to www.chinachange.
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 1:38 PM UTC
bo po ci Łacinie niet łatwo? tzn. łewo? to po co huj znać polschen!? a... huja darmo.
it's an "alternative" - or it's an
~alternative: a hypher-inflated
(see how the conjunction
reverse skipped? ski ski scalp?!)
the germanic peoples are so:
quasi! they...
you feel Asiatic?!
then why the ****
are you squirming?
Pogana Syn...
piszem to jem spokojny...
a tym, czerp co?!
huja w windzie!?
głowa wisiąca w stajni?!
grob twe matki
na: pochybel!
i to: stos!
gwar i rydzyc kto i
szto... hujah skor:
na Krem wasz; Pan:
ŚCZ! - jew! say the rest,
what's missing? I!
widzi? o! ser myj "blady"...
nad sejm...
bo niby 'ski...
o pats ty! niby nie!
se: gavron na sto
radzi! ha ha ha...
bydle skuf-wyryte!
a tu smakiem:
szemlać? tak ?
daj chlopu schować:
co dar ziemi chce zabrać...
ty chańbo, ty srokim zgiem:
by dać Ukraine w baw: chowanego:
oddać!
tyś! Azjatyk...
a czym ti zapomni: tym ci ja:
przypomne!
pełzag: Y, I, J -
klątw i hubris zza dnia:
na codzień -
o nie...
ty po polsku będziesz mi mówić
z pod nóg...
i ja ci nad glowa ci pendem nad
glow...
a wskarz ani pier ani po:
bedzie wart prawd;
co mi tam:
ink rusujy jeno: bleh... cyli germana
blah... cyli: ь... ali to: niewigoda!
zed miszem tlo?
ah... harcik! harcik! myszem zle!
no kaza-g'nock... miszem sto razy źle!
funny, isn't it? punctuating from
above?
you can't reflect on this but
you can ingest a Kandinsky?!
i'll say it a second time:
if i need to acquire a fascination with
IKEA manuals... i'll tell you!
p.s. a lesson in:
how you counter learning the alphabet.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC