"essen" poems - Hello Poetry

**** mit ein(e) gernierung of... ****** MACDONALDS for the protestants MCDONALDS for the catholics... and **** the rest of it whoop di do d'ah whoopsie! **** it... i always called the IRA the ginger ninja brigade... ******* ***** ha ha! is that even permitted? like... oopsies?! oh **** the steam-roller is giving it a shot at reading the earth,.. flat... map on paper? **** me... no app.... ****** you ever navigate a car through the German Rhine roundabout? what's in it? Dortmund.. Essen... you know that constipated part of the road map of Europe... ever navigate that trippy conundrum ******** of navigation? beside me... can't speak german, won't navigate in german, no matter how many Mercedes-Benz they pump out from the Henry Ford institute of the reclining chair, supposing die krupps to be squidgy clean... i think the european translation reads: die Dortmund Ringe... das Rhine Ringe... **** allocating yourself to a rally car... navigate through that sort of German ******** achtung achtung... autobahn ende! vorwärtskreis might as well salute for a second coming of... hítlear! shaking Stevens? huh?! knee on the no contra the know: bother... the english won't know... isn't that nay? i listen to too much lawyer jargon... i'd love to listen to poetry... but... i figured... lawyers play the slight of the sly of hand that poets exasperate into toying with words to accomplish art... lawyers? the impasse of judgement? **** me! apparently the argument goes: down syndrome... psychopaths... 'ere by god's grace... much grace, my lord... too much grace... two salvation pointers: (a) i won't drink with them... (b) i won't eat with them, (c) there is no "c" that isn't a "d" that isn't an "e" "f", etc! you get a zebra... you get a null bonus! a ******* safari of an automated anti hamster Boston outfit!

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

schlang

**** mit ein(e) gernierung of... ****** MACDONALDS for the protestants MCDONALDS for the catholics... and **** the rest of it whoop di do d'ah whoopsie! **** it... i always called the IRA the ginger ninja brigade... ******* ***** ha ha! is that even permitted? like... oopsies?! oh **** the steam-roller is giving it a shot at reading the earth,.. flat... map on paper? **** me... no app.... ****** you ever navigate a car through the German Rhine roundabout? what's in it? Dortmund.. Essen... you know that constipated part of the road map of Europe... ever navigate that trippy conundrum ******** of navigation? beside me... can't speak german, won't navigate in german, no matter how many Mercedes-Benz they pump out from the Henry Ford institute of the reclining chair, supposing die krupps to be squidgy clean... i think the european translation reads: die Dortmund Ringe... das Rhine Ringe... **** allocating yourself to a rally car... navigate through that sort of German ******** achtung achtung... autobahn ende! vorwärtskreis might as well salute for a second coming of... hítlear! shaking Stevens? huh?! knee on the no contra the know: bother... the english won't know... isn't that nay? i listen to too much lawyer jargon... i'd love to listen to poetry... but... i figured... lawyers play the slight of the sly of hand that poets exasperate into toying with words to accomplish art... lawyers? the impasse of judgement? **** me! apparently the argument goes: down syndrome... psychopaths... 'ere by god's grace... much grace, my lord... too much grace... two salvation pointers: (a) i won't drink with them... (b) i won't eat with them, (c) there is no "c" that isn't a "d" that isn't an "e" "f", etc! you get a zebra... you get a null bonus! a ******* safari of an automated anti hamster Boston outfit!

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there is a train track running thro ugh my veins and you’re on a journey with a one-way ticket to my heart; once you reach it, i’m ne ver letting you go, ev en if you venture h ome, your essen ce will linger beneath my skin but i’m okay with that, because i’d rather the traces of you be buried in my molecules than anyone else

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Jul 29, 2014

Jul 29, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC

bonehouses

heart

there is a train track running thro ugh my veins and you’re on a journey with a one-way ticket to my heart; once you reach it, i’m ne ver letting you go, ev en if you venture h ome, your essen ce will linger beneath my skin but i’m okay with that, because i’d rather the traces of you be buried in my molecules than anyone else

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Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret ,Kenya;[email protected]) Eine tag das Katze war sehr hungrig Das katze hat ohne zu essen Noch wasser,die mehl und fleisch Fuhr katze war vollig hoffnungslos Aber aus nirgendwo;eine sehre Ratte Ratte war viesig, **** und tollkuhnlisch **** Fuhr Katze war beinahe erwurgen be unglaubig, Fuhr Katze war staunen;war staunnen wenn zu essen Essen das dummheit Ratte zu-erst Oder essen dummeheit Ratte vor milch Die milch welche Ratte hat auf ihr kopf Tragenen al seine geschenk fur Das Katze Waa ! Fuhr katzen gessen die Ratte erst Vor essenen die Milch Welche Das Ratte war tragenen Est ist dummheit den todden das Ratte Vergnugen

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Feb 4, 2014

Feb 4, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC

alexander-k-opicho

DUMMHEIT VON RATTE

Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret ,Kenya;[email protected]) Eine tag das Katze war sehr hungrig Das katze hat ohne zu essen Noch wasser,die mehl und fleisch Fuhr katze war vollig hoffnungslos Aber aus nirgendwo;eine sehre Ratte Ratte war viesig, **** und tollkuhnlisch **** Fuhr Katze war beinahe erwurgen be unglaubig, Fuhr Katze war staunen;war staunnen wenn zu essen Essen das dummheit Ratte zu-erst Oder essen dummeheit Ratte vor milch Die milch welche Ratte hat auf ihr kopf Tragenen al seine geschenk fur Das Katze Waa ! Fuhr katzen gessen die Ratte erst Vor essenen die Milch Welche Das Ratte war tragenen Est ist dummheit den todden das Ratte Vergnugen

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Ich will trinken, doch hab' ich kein'n Durst. Ich will essen, doch hab' ich kein'n Hunger. Ich will atmen, doch ich will nicht ausatmen. Ich will sehen, doch ich will nicht gucken. Ich will verstehen, doch ich will nicht denken. Ich will lernen, doch hab' ich keine Neugier. Ich will mich finden, doch weiss ich nur draußen zu suchen. Also ist es dass Eine, wer drin sucht, findet Antworten; findet sich selbst.

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Ich will mich finden

Ich will trinken, doch hab' ich kein'n Durst. Ich will essen, doch hab' ich kein'n Hunger. Ich will atmen, doch ich will nicht ausatmen. Ich will sehen, doch ich will nicht gucken. Ich will verstehen, doch ich will nicht denken. Ich will lernen, doch hab' ich keine Neugier. Ich will mich finden, doch weiss ich nur draußen zu suchen. Also ist es dass Eine, wer drin sucht, findet Antworten; findet sich selbst.

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A cannibal of currency You’re not yourself anymore. Became your purse long ago, Sense of self tied to coins Of which you’ve never held. Little man, little man, where is your home? The house on this hill Just an empty shell Painted like so much canvas. There for the eyes of your peers But your peers aren’t your friends And your friends aren’t around Tell me please, where did they go? Little man, little man, Do you hear the sound? No one is calling your name Where did they go And where are they now And why aren’t your friends in their homes? Little man, little man Do you hear the sound? They’re making it plain as day. You ate their income Ate them of their house and their home. A cannibal for currency- Consumed all your friends, Fat little pig on the hill. Little man, little man (You) can no longer ignore the sounds Of ten thousand mouths All hungry for you. You ate their money But you couldn’t stomach The pure human spirit inside. Now they have crawled back, Out from the ghettos, Starving and hungry for you. Forced to eat each other, You’ve all but raised cannibals, But this time of flesh and of blood. Little pig, little pig, Can you hear the sound, Or have you become deaf To your own cries as well? No one will miss you You don’t have a home Your friends became food A long time ago. (Die Geld von die Leute Sie Essen gekauft Sie isst ihr Geld, Mehr jeden Tag, Kein Geld fur Essen Sie isst Sich, Jagd nach dem Hunger, Fett kleiner Mann, Jetzt der Jaeger ist Essen fur jeden Mund Kleinen Schwein, Kleinen Schwein Konnen Sie den ton horen?)* Greasy lip smacks Sound like ten thousand claps, The only applause that you’ll ever hear.

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC

cameron-boyd

Little Man

A cannibal of currency You’re not yourself anymore. Became your purse long ago, Sense of self tied to coins Of which you’ve never held. Little man, little man, where is your home? The house on this hill Just an empty shell Painted like so much canvas. There for the eyes of your peers But your peers aren’t your friends And your friends aren’t around Tell me please, where did they go? Little man, little man, Do you hear the sound? No one is calling your name Where did they go And where are they now And why aren’t your friends in their homes? Little man, little man Do you hear the sound? They’re making it plain as day. You ate their income Ate them of their house and their home. A cannibal for currency- Consumed all your friends, Fat little pig on the hill. Little man, little man (You) can no longer ignore the sounds Of ten thousand mouths All hungry for you. You ate their money But you couldn’t stomach The pure human spirit inside. Now they have crawled back, Out from the ghettos, Starving and hungry for you. Forced to eat each other, You’ve all but raised cannibals, But this time of flesh and of blood. Little pig, little pig, Can you hear the sound, Or have you become deaf To your own cries as well? No one will miss you You don’t have a home Your friends became food A long time ago. (Die Geld von die Leute Sie Essen gekauft Sie isst ihr Geld, Mehr jeden Tag, Kein Geld fur Essen Sie isst Sich, Jagd nach dem Hunger, Fett kleiner Mann, Jetzt der Jaeger ist Essen fur jeden Mund Kleinen Schwein, Kleinen Schwein Konnen Sie den ton horen?)* Greasy lip smacks Sound like ten thousand claps, The only applause that you’ll ever hear.

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How much can you love someone? why cant I just leave and be done? why do I have so many questions.. not a doctor but I think I have depression. Im stuck, inlove and in pain. I once took a blade to my vain. I wanted it to stop. I just felt sad enough to drop. I was blinded by a boy. who acted like I was nothing but a whorish toy. I still loved him, it could have just been the fact that he was my first. I hated myself I hated him but he was the answer to my thirst. How do you get ride of your thoughts. the one that for the longest of time you fought. it is shameful I know this but it is also a lesson. even if its all done you can feel the lingering essen.

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC

britty-bruce

Stuck

How much can you love someone? why cant I just leave and be done? why do I have so many questions.. not a doctor but I think I have depression. Im stuck, inlove and in pain. I once took a blade to my vain. I wanted it to stop. I just felt sad enough to drop. I was blinded by a boy. who acted like I was nothing but a whorish toy. I still loved him, it could have just been the fact that he was my first. I hated myself I hated him but he was the answer to my thirst. How do you get ride of your thoughts. the one that for the longest of time you fought. it is shameful I know this but it is also a lesson. even if its all done you can feel the lingering essen.

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