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"emil" poems
Der er udstilling på onsdag Jeg skal huske øl på fredag Sov hos Emil til torsdag Sidste udsalg mandag Jeg kysser ham lørdag Og mister ham søndag Og glemmer ham tirsdag
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Stramt
Today you were born And I wasn't there I wanted to be I wanted to hear you first coo I wanted to tell you Welcome to this world I love you I wanted to capture the beginning To put pictures in a book for you You are my grandson Your daddy is my son He has made me so proud He has grown into a amazing man I am so excited for you Your life will be filled with love With fun and adventure You are my joy Your grandma loves you and just know I will always be here for you Happy Birthday Rex Emil Bear © Jennifer Delong 1/26/24
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Feb 20, 2024
Feb 20, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC
Grandson Rex
Heads bob over waves, another couple passes. Bennett on his bath towel, burying his fingers in the sand, legs pointing toward the sea. Tries to escape through summer’s haze, but only recalls the room some years ago: students speaking of Antigone and he finally uttering a thought, but his thought Is thought superfluous. A silence entering Bennett. Bennett becoming that silence. But suddenly he is here again, watching the muttering old man with his metal detector. The old man stops, his ugly voice hushes, and bends down to grasp the Earth. He wonders what is there.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
Emil Bennett at the Beach
Meeting my grandson Rex what a gift to be a grandma again There's no words to describe it As I look in his eyes I see the world I see what my life is worth All the struggles All the trials I've experienced I know it was all worth it It brought me to this moment. I am grateful Now I understand This is the gift The love the reward To be a mom now a grandma There is no words There is love True love Thanks for you My grandsons I am blessed ! Rex Emil Bear Attitcus Hawkins © Jennifer L Delong 1/7/2025
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Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 12:24 AM UTC
Rex
Steve April 29, 1967-October 7, 2018 Miss You Buddy No sunset in this park today. But of course not, for today is your birthday. Everywhere I look, all I see is grey! The Angels are weeping so we don’t have to; that’s not what you would want. You would want us to share our memories and trust me I have 4 pages front and back, AT LEAST! You were taken too soon, no time to adapt So unexpected and you were the happiest I’d seen you With Ivan home and Emil good, and Jackson to fill the dull moments “Action Jackson”, that’s what you called him And so did my Papa Dale You loved that he loved music, You wanted to teach him to play catch. You were making progress, taking steps I miss your loyal, honest and witty *** Oh,and I started studying numerology! You’ll never guess your number! #1 But I’m sure that comes as no surprise You would have loved it!!! Hope you are up there watching baseball, drinking beer, listening to music, and telling stories about your family with your old military pals! I miss you dear friend I miss your home, it was my 2nd No judgement ever We all had our **** Different days, different times But we rallied together to help, and have a good time You and I never fought except maybe for a second We playfully fought about baseball You were a die hard Cubs fan, and I was team Cards! You were getting back on track, on your way to work No way is that fair I miss you dear friend Your stories, your humor You making fun of Blair slickly, us laughing til we cried I miss your heart, you’re real, you’re true FAMILY WAS EVERYTHING and the rest, music, military, beer, baseball, laughing, and Laura You were a simple man You knew exactly who you were at all times That I always admired You thought you knew it all; you probably did! I miss kicking back people watching on the front porch or music in the garage! Miss your stories, your humor, your strong will And that 2nd place I thought of as home. Loved your dad when he was here and loved both Emil and Ivan instantly upon meeting I hope your kids know if they need anything, to call You stepped up for Jackson, That really says it all! I miss you buddy, til next time... I raise this beer
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
STEVE
Steve April 29, 1967-October 7, 2018 Miss You Buddy No sunset in this park today. But of course not, for today is your birthday. Everywhere I look, all I see is grey! The Angels are weeping so we don’t have to; that’s not what you would want. You would want us to share our memories and trust me I have 4 pages front and back, AT LEAST! You were taken too soon, no time to adapt So unexpected and you were the happiest I’d seen you With Ivan home and Emil good, and Jackson to fill the dull moments “Action Jackson”, that’s what you called him And so did my Papa Dale You loved that he loved music, You wanted to teach him to play catch. You were making progress, taking steps I miss your loyal, honest and witty *** Oh,and I started studying numerology! You’ll never guess your number! #1 But I’m sure that comes as no surprise You would have loved it!!! Hope you are up there watching baseball, drinking beer, listening to music, and telling stories about your family with your old military pals! I miss you dear friend I miss your home, it was my 2nd No judgement ever We all had our **** Different days, different times But we rallied together to help, and have a good time You and I never fought except maybe for a second We playfully fought about baseball You were a die hard Cubs fan, and I was team Cards! You were getting back on track, on your way to work No way is that fair I miss you dear friend Your stories, your humor You making fun of Blair slickly, us laughing til we cried I miss your heart, you’re real, you’re true FAMILY WAS EVERYTHING and the rest, music, military, beer, baseball, laughing, and Laura You were a simple man You knew exactly who you were at all times That I always admired You thought you knew it all; you probably did! I miss kicking back people watching on the front porch or music in the garage! Miss your stories, your humor, your strong will And that 2nd place I thought of as home. Loved your dad when he was here and loved both Emil and Ivan instantly upon meeting I hope your kids know if they need anything, to call You stepped up for Jackson, That really says it all! I miss you buddy, til next time... I raise this beer
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For Emil Varda Spots we dwell For while, People we meet On the Way... Call from Unknown Is a milestone. The world is a pair Of wings - to unfold, The world might be heavy stone.
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Contemplation
Is present once again in his blackened room, hears songs in the trees. The window glows: *the sun reaches all, and doesn’t care about your comb-over.* Darkness leaves the world, life refills the street: cars commuting, bodies shifting across concrete, passing familiar others. Emil enters. He watches the girl over there: greasy black hair, paled skin. She is pretty in her damaged way. Emil shoves away Those thoughts, bites into his McMuffin: these are getting better. Slow through the park, Emil lingers. Joggers in their routes, a Frisbee keeping itself in the air until sputtering in the trim grass– Emil overlooks everything. He sees the marks glow underneath his secretary’s sleeves. He staggers over, smiling, “I heard what you said, that your girlfriend broke-in and bit you in the arm. If you need to, you can stay at my place for a while.” She smiles a smile Emil’s been aware of since middle school, when girls wouldn’t even look at him and his acne-scars twice. He opens his door, and walks within the black, only outlines of things show. He flips the light switch. Only he can alter this world.
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
Emil Bennett
I'm passing through an autumn day As through an enormous tear. A fruit full ripe with perfume sweet Sinks slowly slowly to my feet. I'm passing through the wind and light. I've never known the reason why Seasons gone remain as branches In those unclaimed yet by the night. Emil Brumaru translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Sergiu Celac
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
"Autumn Song"
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
"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  _ don't _ know whatthisis i'm calling it, don't ^know ^if ^it's ^all ^too ^much or if you _ don't _ know how. to. love. enough/ is/ enough how you come & go while i just stay ,...  #put
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
emil{y}
"What else could I ask from you, Sofia? Knowing that loving you is a challenge. Aesthetics is a branch of philosophy, And I don't trust my foolish brain. "It's that I have had girlfriends in my biography. And in the beauty I distrust, I better do you a tomography, Because I trust your brain the most. "When love is gone comes the epitaph, That it is buried in Philadelphia. The memory becomes the cenotaph, When she remembers you weren't **** "Remember when you inhaled gofio? ... pretending to own the mob, And Elifio's lover, But the doctor detected you an atrophy. "That you are Ecuadorian, it is because of the geography! That you make references, is for the bibliography! What do you know how to write it's because of the orthography! That you **** off» a lot it's the fault of *********** "«I feel» something for you; take me an x-ray; Don't worry, I photograph my heart. For you to understand the video, Sofia; My heart beats like white-crested elaenia. "The dance your betrayal didn't choreographed. I laugh, since maybe it filmographed In another part of the scenography. I saw you in bed with him, Sofia, And with your mobile, I took a picture of you. "Anyway: if I am born again, Sofia, I will study ethnography To evade you; love wrote: Emil doesn't believe in your «love», and that stunted him."
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
13: 51 P. M.
You are Pascal the ghost in my dreams, and you are Emil the spirit of my aspirations, then there is Thomas the visiting thought that drifts uncalled into the mystery of my being. So here you are a sorry bunch hiding in the dark corners of my mind. Do you think Pascal that you are wiser than me? And you other two, what about you? Silence is what you are for I know you have answers or none perhaps that I could understand And I cannot command you though I should.
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
PHANTOM FRIENDS
A fan came to me and said: "Emil, how do you get out of the bad comments unharmed?" To which I replied: «Once upon a time there was a snake from Equatorial New Guinea, juggling a circus; One day, the owner fired her because "supposedly" she had bitten one of her interlocutors. The snake tried to defend itself by saying that it had not done so, however, it did not work out. A month later, the snake got a job at a magic and party products store; the owner of the circus where the snake worked, entered, and without realizing that the snake was working in that place, he asked for leeches and left the establishment. What nobody knows is that the owner bought leeches to put them under the seats of the spectators, and that they bite the spectators, and fire one by one of their employees from the circus just because, And so, entering new personnel because, consequently, they had "bad acts"». Moral: If you know who you are, no matter the time or the noun, you will always know that those who speak badly about you, or want you evil, is because they have a mirage of themselves, and that you have, they would like to possess it.
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
The snake and the owner of the circus