"duce" poems
.
A hard-on
doesn't count
as personal gro
wth.If you want
to hear the pitte
r - patter of littl
e feet, I'll put s
hoes on my cat.
This isn't an off
ice , it's hell wit
h florescent lig
hting.How do I
set a lazer prin
ter to stun? I m
ajored in Libera
l arts. Will that
be for here or t
o go? Too many
freaks, not eno
ugh circuses. I
have a comput
er, a ******** a
nd pizza delive
ry .Why should
I leave the hou
se? Stress is wh en you wake up scr
eaming and you re alize you haven't fal
*** asleep yet. I like dogs too . Let's exch
ange recipes. And yo u r c r y b a b y
whiny- assed o pinion is? Al
low me to intro duce my selves.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Todd Totally Toad
Finger Smell McGee
E-I-E-I **** You
Captain Sally Potato
Blackhole Sound *****
The Glass Candy Imagination Man
Dew Snot
One-Eyed Duce Leg of the Cement Dimension
The Guy Who Makes Sailors, Pirates and Fisherprice men shake their Buoy.
The Saccharine Snake of Compatibility
Yeti Jenny ******
Johnny Loch Ness **** Deck.
Chicken ***** McGillicutty
Blanket Face
Rev. 3D Trigonometry
The Little Pistachio ****
The Killer Doll That Only Exists in My Alternate Universe's Self's Imagination.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
Memes! Angels, aberrations of opposition super standing
overseeing you,
The screamin' heebie jeebies.
Yo, where you wanta go, you axin me we just go
with it, the flow 'know?
What I mean is, are we memes or mes or messes of yeses
gone all johnny rcome late-rotten scarred scared, some thing not so far
from sacred when you put your mind to the whole idea of life being
at all. Thinking this is not easy. We are Able. Our belly's living waters cry out,
you are your brother's keeper, yes, you are.
Be leavin' that be, I am is, and you is,
too. When you apprehend the meme named
war.
That meme has led the me-me mob for as far as men
remember, but
now, machines remember for us, all the facts, just
the facts, ma'am.
Why'd the d go into a comma, Pop?
Welt (Duetch, bitte) Enshaung, glaube ich, vie leicht, aber
are we ever going to filter out these German bleed-overs?
stay tuned, next week the meme beacon is pulled down,
who shall pre or post or ex maybe vail, travail, like
trip
wow, I hate being a 20 year old vet back in the U.S. of A.
FTA All the way, Airborne
******** Herman Hesse ********
Jorney to and fro the east to west, and soon, et
cetera. Siam is a mere myth now, eh?
As the Narnia thing not called a heathen lie was allowed
allowable in mere Christianity.
I've only seen the English POV's on PBS, they may be filtered through
feedback, meme belching bursting bubbles from new wine 'nold vessels about to plode into eternity, singing along.
Thank you, very much. May I introduce, duce, intro duce, y'gittin this?
Duce means 2 if you see e squeen between, you see that?
Fun. No reason for fun? Who here, now, believes that or, no,
bees leavin' those lies be told?
Hunh? Y'know? Watch man, waht of the night?
See, what I mean? All this from me hearin' some guy say,
"Come and see, like that was okeh. For any body, n'me, too.
Thinking, as a past-time, is pointless. You know, if you act like it.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
They are silent and beautiful,
gorgeous in in the white halo,
cemented in a beautiful terrazzo,
baring the names of fallen soldiers,
the European soldiers that fell in Wars;
second and first and the heinous silent wars,
i hope this is why they have a proverb; white sepulchre,
only baring the white dead, only chiefs but no dead Indian.
Common wealth graveyards are all over in Africa,
in India , panama , Latin America and europe,
the active fronts in which the allies fought ******
they are beautifully placed in silently posh areas,
in langata when in Nairobi, in Mbaraki when in Mombasa,
in Matisi when in Kenya, In Namusungui when in Lodwar,
They bear horizontal silence with white names engraved
on their beautiful face shouting the glory of European empires,
which provoked the evil sense in the heart of the king's horseman
in Kenya, in the city of Nairobi, to steal the graveyard lands,
he made them his urban home with an uppish courtyard,
for him the dead white neighbours are better than in-corruption.
I walk around the commonwealth graveyards,
in the all quarters of erstwhile British empire,
looking for the names of African soldiers ,
who died in thousands fighting for the queen
the royal bloodied woman of England;Elizabeth,
Looking for the sons of Ethiopia who stood with
the second duce Benito son of Mussolini,
fighting for Hitler,for Shintos in the European war,
i have seen no name of any African,
I have not seen Wandabwa wa masibo,
who was conscripted into the first world war,
Along with his father Biket wa Khayongo,
Biket back after seven years in 1918,
carrying Wandabwa's Belt,
Wandabwa died in the field,
Where was he buried, he is nowhere
Not anywhere among the soldiers in cemeteries,
I have not seen Nasong'o wa Khayongo,
who was conscripted in 1940,
to fight against ******
he was conscripted on his nuptial evening,
even before he had had the first ***
with his new wife, he went away crying,
he never came back, his name is nowhere in the graves
the commonwealth graves that bare names of the fallen,
Fallen soldiers, but they all bare white names in the black world.
you come to Africa, Kenya, Nigeria, Malagasy,Egypt,
whatever the geographies of Africa, and you keep keen,
you hear someone is called Mr. Keya, or Madam Keya,
or you come to Bungoma county of Kenya,
you meet a man that is of the circumcision age group,
Known as Bakikwameti Keya, Bakinyikewi Musolini,
Keya is subverted sound for Kings african rivals; KAR
the African sound for KAR is Keya,
in reference to mass conscription of Africans
into the KAR, to fight ******
A child born during that time is Keya,
A man circumcised during the time
is in the age group of Keya,
A simple lesson in regard to our people,
taken away to fight the colonial power
and left to died and rot away in the bush
with a simple courtesy for ceremonial burial,
that come along with the death of soldiers,
who passed away in the battle field.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
Quale in notte solinga
sovra campagne inargentate ed acque,
là 've zefiro aleggia,
e mille vaghi aspetti
e ingannevoli obbietti
fingon l'ombre lontane
infra l'onde tranquille
e rami e siepi e collinette e ville;
giunta al confin del cielo,
dietro Appennino od Alpe, o del Tirreno
nell'infinito seno
scende la luna; e si scolora il mondo;
spariscon l'ombre, ed una
oscurità la valle e il monte imbruna;
orba la notte resta,
e cantando con mesta melodia,
l'estremo albor della fuggente luce,
che dinanzi gli fu duce,
saluta il carrettier dalla sua via;
tal si dilegua, e tale
lascia l'età mortale
la giovinezza. In fuga
van l'ombre e le sembianze
dei dilettosi inganni; e vengon meno
le lontane speranze,
ove s'appoggia la mortal natura.
Abbandonata, oscura
resta la vita. In lei porgendo il guardo,
cerca il confuso viatore invano
del cammin lungo che avanzar si sente
meta o ragione; e vede
ch'a sé l'umana sede,
esso a lei veramente è fatto estrano.
Troppo felice e lieta
nostra misera sorte
parve lassù, se il giovanile stato,
dove ogni ben di mille pene è frutto,
durasse tutto della vita il corso.
Troppo mite decreto
quel che sentenzia ogni animale a morte,
s'anco mezza la via
lor non si desse in pria
della terribil morte assai più dura.
D'intelletti immortali
degno trovato, estremo
di tutti i mali, ritrovar gli eterni
la vacchiezza, ove fosse
incolume il desio, la speme estinta,
secche le fonti del piacer, le pene
maggiori sempre, e non più dato il bene.
Voi, collinette e piagge,
caduto lo splendor che all'occidente
inargentava della notte il velo,
orfane ancor gran tempo
non resterete: che dall'altra parte
tosto vedrete il cielo
imbiancar novamente, e sorger l'alba:
alla qual poscia seguitando il sole,
e folgorando intorno
con le sue fiamme possenti,
di lucidi torrenti
inonderà con voi gli eterei campi.
Ma la vita mortal, poi che la bella
giovinezza sparì, non si colora
d'altra luce giammai, né d'altra aurora.
Vedova è insino al fine; ed alla notte
che l'altre etadi oscura,
segno poser gli Dei la sepoltura.
1.2k
Leva morte da noi
quell'intatto minuto come pane
che l'amante non morse né la donna
al colmo dell'offerta.
Dove vita, di sé fatta più piena
ci divide dal corpo
e ci annovera al gregge di un Pastore
costruito di luce,
nasce morte per te. D'ogni dolore
parto ultimo e solo
che mai possa procedere dal seno...
Eppure a noi lontano desiderio
di quell'attimo pieno
viene a fatica dentro giorni oscuri
ma se calasse nella perfezione
di sua vera natura
presto cadremmo affranti dalla luce.
L'albero non è albero né il fiore
può decidersi bello
quando sia forte l'anima di male;
ma nel giorno di morte
quando l'amante, tenebroso duce
abbandona le redini del sangue,
sì, più pura vicenda
si spiegherà entro un ordine di regno.
Ed il senso verrà ricostruito,
e ogni cosa nel letto
in cui cadde nel tempo avrà respiro,
un respiro perfetto.
Ora solo un impuro desiderio
può rimuovere tutto, ma domani
quando morte s'innalzi...
857
I wish it wasn't you
That I was talking to
But you make
Me go crazy
As of late
I stopped calling you baby
So maybe We should go on a break
Don't take
This the wrong way
But I've been thinking bout this all day
Trying to to figure out how do I stay
When I want to leave twice as bad
I know you mad
But I have to go
Oh
Now you crying getting all emotional
When usually they never show
Like now it'll get you out this predicament
When really **** like this is the reason for the mood I'm in
More angry cause I can't get a refund
On all this time spent
Only goes to show that it meant
Nothing to you
Till I decided to throw up Duce
Then you will run to your girls
Telling them I did you *****
They'll tell you I'm not worthy and surely
You believe them
But we both know.....
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
In the wake of his convention
And the primary season, too,
Would it be at all surprising
That I feel profoundly blue?
How can one devoid of nuance,
For whom life’s a win-lose play,
Be considered for the real world,
Where one deals with matters gray?
Aren’t you alarmed public service
Was naught to this seventy-year-old,
Till he sought the highest office
To boost his brand of tarnished gold?
Under a symbol endangered,
Facing crisis elephantine,
Isn’t it ironic, his ticket of
Deniers blithely mocks the green?
Can a worshipper of Mammon,
Who shamelessly on others tread,
Cheating, abusing, extorting,
Win over fans of Vermont red?
Should we really need to conjure
Il Duce or the Corporal
To reject bans, walls – hate so vile –
And tilt the states of purple?
Don’t you notice undercurrents
In the “make again” broken track,
Calling former would-be masters
To clean DC of Kenya black?
So will you stand this year with her,
Imperfect, cautious, yet mostly right,
To ensure a dangerous clown
Is nowhere near the House of White?
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Tata îmi spune ca mi se atrofiază mușchii în mâna stângă
Așa că,
De noaptea ielelor nu o să mă mai mișc, o să-mi adoarmă corpul -lasă-mă să cad și nu mă mai aduna!
O să las ura ielelor să mă umple, să mă poarte cu solstițiul departe.
Tata tot îmi spune eu îmi dau urechile să le ia ielele, să le ia ielele.
Le dau lor corpul meu care zdruncină gânduri și suferințe,
Le dau lor venele și sângele care car alene globule, vise și cântece pentru sânziene.
Le voi da lor dragostea ce ți-o port, s-o ducă departe, să calce marea în picioare cu ea, să-i înflorească valurile vara ca să înghită țărmul toamna cu dragostea mea -o s-o dau lor, o s-o dau ielelor.
Le voi da cuvintele scrise și nespuse să le lase închise în codrii, să le ardă în focurile culmii.
Le voi da lor tot, vă dau tot ielelor!
Corpul ăsta rupt de timp și atât de tânăr, luați-l ielelor și făceți-vă lume
O coastă zâmbet pentru voi, ielelor!
Ochiul meu pentru cruzime, onorați-l ielelor!
Eu vasul pentru ura voastră, voi aduceți-mă de îndată acasă.
Dragostea asta pentru nimeni și pentru tot,
Luați-o voi ielelor!
Lichiditatea ei pusă în sticlă- poate hrăni pământul cât mor
Fulgeră și tună în mine timpul nerămas pentru dragoste, sânzienelor vă implor luați-o și ascundeți-o.
Mintea aceasta marmură de alamă, o povară pentru mine rogu-vă de-o aruncați.
Sau de-o păstrați ielelor, puneți-o la rece, să nu mai plece, să nu mai sufere.
Fie-vă sânge și sabie de-o luați.
Ielelor de noaptea voastră eu vă dau tot ce sunt eu,
Gură. Aer. Plămâni.
Șoapte. Atingeri. Înghițituri.
Mâini. Vorbe. Visuri.
Genunchi. Coate. Ocolișuri.
Ochi. Lacrimi. Sânge. și Podișuri.
Luați ce puteți duce și acolo unde mergeți, acolo să le distrugeți.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 4:00 PM UTC
.
.
It's 3 A.M. and the air is
getting thin
and all the patrons have gone on to meet their daily end
Ken the bartender is stocking beer for the weekend now is near
You know it as a rite , you call it Saturday night
Ray comes in and unslings his axe
And goes through his numerous picks
Turns the amps on and
lights a *** with a yellow Bic
Then thumps the microphone
to see if on
before he hits a lick
He's getting ready for Saturday night when everyone gets on thick
There is cocktail Mary
coming in
she sits right down and
yells at Ken ,
"Make it a tonic and gin!"
Ken nods and fills a glass
cursing beneath his breath
"I swear gin will be her death."
He loves and hates Saturday night ,
but all good things
have there bite
Ray hits a hard chord
Makes it wail in pain
Then he turns to the amp and adjusts the gain
Then one more stroke
pops a string
he without a word
changes out the thing
Then he let's lose
Like an Ace on duce
and my how he does his thing
Staying steady ,
Getting ready ,
For the magic
known as Saturday night
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
Studio UFA has faded away
MosFilm has blended into something new
Cinecitta filmed in Il Duce’s day
But
Kent State University adds their own “We, too!”
For they’re now using race to cast a play
Kent State obeys the old gauleiter’s cue:
Sure, you can act, but what’s your DNA?
They only hire Authentics as cast and crew
You have to be correct to play a part –
And we are expected to call it art
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC