"fos" poems
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g l y pho sate
chlor pyrifos
g l y p hosate
ch lorpyrifos
gly phos at e
ch lorpyrifo s
glyph o s at e
chlor p yrifos
glyphos ate chlo
rpyrifos gly phosate chlo
rpyrifos glyph osate chlorpyrif
fos chlorpyri fos glyphosat
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
This poem is translate from http://hellopoetry.com/poem/warrior-of-tamriel-warrior-of-realitys-breath/
Zu'u faas nid nuz koraav pah,
Dii dovah meyz fod Zu'u for.
Zu'u imaar verin voknau dii hadrim,
Ol nust swirl tuum tiid.
Zu'u kriist firm ahrk faar,
Waving dii zahkrii ko ven.
Dii lein los nunon kein,
Ol Zu'u krif wah juh.
Nid uth vis gesaag zey fos wah dreh,
Zu'u los Kinbokein do Keizaal.
Dii bodein los do krilaan praan,
ol dii noot everyday,
los raal wah gor.
Hi krif fah fos hi korah,
Hi dir voth dignity.
Zin yoz ko hin sostrah,
Ol hi unt wah krif stin.
Stinun prenlon fod Kendov kriist veyl,
Rok uv rek fent kos,
saviik wah lein.
Tuum Lein do Taazokaan,
Zu'u los Lokolteiren Rahzun,
Ahrk Punah.
Naangein vis kos kendov voknau strife,
Orin tuum daar kein,
Hi vis kos ges.
Aav reid,
Unad hin zen.
Hi fent kos krongrahkei,
Ahrk fen deserve Kendov Dinok.
Jur thy dragonkin nu.
Nust fen saraan hin arosend.
Voknau hin dovah,
Fent meyz thy untak.
Kest riin tuum lok do Taazokaan,
Ol Dovahkiin meyz,
Wah Lein do Keizaal.
Fus Ro Dah !
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Your days of becoming an arrogant ***
are far from my days from being a condescending *****
But in the end
we're all stupid ******
who ****
and marry
their cousin's cousin
from a long time ago.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
I get out of my car
Walk towards the sliding doors
That open to a paradise of food
I pass through to the promised land
Picking up a red basket
The bright lights hit my face
The packages all neatly nestled
Look at me with pleading eyes
Pick me, choose me, take me home
Products gently cradled in my basket
I stop to compare and contrast
Low fat, sugar-free
Fiber!
Moving along, passing this or that
Surrounded by endless choices
Suddenly I stop in the chip isle
And it hits me
The unnaturalness of it all
The fos fluorescent lights
The plastic cradles
The smear of bright colors
The pleading eyes
Slogans of the pre-packaged soul
It’s a brisk February afternoon
And I find myself crying
Alone
In the grocery store
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 10:50 AM UTC
is mo croí theanga í,
is an t-anam ó t-am dearmadta
gur ní cuimhnigh mé.
tá sé bhriste 's,
neamhiomlán,
ach is breá liom í fos
mar sin,
is mo bhaile í
agus tiocfaidh an lá
nuair tá mo theanga agam
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
It's October 25 for David
and the 3rd of August for me we
both had always known
that graduate school will be
the best of times as David
reads Auden, Freud and
Lionel Trilling who? while we
read mysteries about NFAT, Fos
and Jun who? we
both imagine a wondrous future with dolphins
in Space and Uplifting worlds we
had so much time
to binge and watch
Netflix being born
as DVDs through the mail before streaming consciousness
remembers our Dads taking us to see
the Yankees lose
or buy comic books we
lend out to friends
not realizing we
haven't asked them
to please take great care of our
small instance of the Love class
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC