"fre" poems
Isang mensahe na ipinapahatid ni "Ariii Potter" sa kanyang alaga na si "Hedwig" the Snowy Owl.
Sa naghihimultong pagmamahal ko sayo.
Mahal.. oo, mahal nga ang tawag ko sayo
Nagbunga kasi ang pagkagusto ko sayo,
Nagbunga ng isang pagmaMahal
Yung feeling na "gusto kita"
Naging "mahal na kita" real quick
Inakala ko talaga sa diagon alley ka lang gumagala
Eh bat ka na sorted dito sa puso ko
Bakit nga ba..
Patawad sa mga katagang sinabi ko, ay mali. hindi ko lang pala sinabi.
Ipinagsigawan ko pa. Ang corny no?
Pero...
Pagbigyan mo sana ako na ihatid ang mga salitang gustong ipabatid ng puso ko
Idadaan ko lang muna sa isang tula.
--
Umpisa.
Sa kung paano mo ako nginitian
At tinanong kung "potterhead kaba?"
Hindi ko alam kung ginamitan mo ako ng "petrificus totalus"
Dahil sa tuwing tinatawag mo akong ng"Ariii" na fre-freeze ang aking hypothalamus
Na halos masabog-sabog na tong pagmamahal na ihahantulad ko sa isang bulkan
Hindi ko man lang namalayan na umabot ito ng isang buwan
Pati na ang nakatagong pag-ibig dito sa aking damdamin
Ay sadyang naging malalim
Na kahit gumamit man ako ng salitang "alohomora"
Para mabuksan ang pintuan ng puso **** nakasara
Kahit maging seeker man ako sa quidditch
At ikaw ang magiging "snitch"
Hindi parin kita maka-catch
Sapagkat ang tayong dalawa ay imposibleng maging match
O makipaglaban man ako sa Wizard's Chess
Para makamtan ang iyong sorcerer's heart
Ay hindi parin sapat
Alam mo kung bakit?
Dahil hindi ako karapat-dapat
At ang karapat-dapat
Ay ang ika'y pakawalan
Dahil alam ko naman sa kahuli-hulihan
Ako parin ang masasaktan
Kaya salamat,
Salamat sa pansamantalang kilig
Sa tuwing ika'y nakatitig.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
the plantation that housed both my body mind soul had fallen on hard times.union soldiers had plundered the crops and taken every thing worth stealing.when word spread from plantation to plantation that president abreham Lincoln had something called the emancipation prolimantion that set us fre and we were no longer enslaved . able bodied and once docile slaves ran of in all directions but I stayed behind with the old and spirit weary faithful who seemed dazed and listless.my mistres was the only white face among us.i still wore the faint imprint of the daily chains worn like bracelets .that spring day in the kitchen while preparing black coffee and biscuits the little left for mistress and me I felt eager white hands on my breasts,than the cloth shirt hiding my nakedness was ripped away as pink hard manhood invaded my insides.the intense pain rocked all senses and tears flooded out like a dam unloosed.my screams bounced off each enclosed wall.yet no one came to make it stop.as he rode the waves of his personal pleasure my shut off mind could see visions of running through creek beds and swimming through rivers with a knapsack with two linen shirts two pairs of pants one jacket one pair of shoes one pair of socks parting gifts from my mistress tied atop my wooly head and most of al being able to sing with a loud free voice a song yet sung.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
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•sharpened to • prowling this
a point•made hallowed night
to sink easily •to satiate my
into flesh • hunger pa-
power to ngs• know
maim and my name
disjoint• as i take
spilling flight •
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
Aug. 14. 1653.
Upon The Words Of Chush The Benjamite Against Him.
Lord my God to thee I flie
Save me and secure me under
Thy protection while I crie
Least as a Lion (and no wonder)
He hast to tear my Soul asunder
Tearing and no rescue nigh.
Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render’d less,
And fre’d my foe for naught;
Let th’enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth and roul
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust and there out spread
Lodge it with dishonour foul.
Rise Jehovah in thine ire
Rouze thy self amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their furi’ asswage;
Judgment here thou didst ingage
And command which I desire.
So th’ assemblies of each Nation
Will surround thee, seeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high and in their sight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the worlds foundation.
Judge me Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteousness
And the innocence which is
Upon me: cause at length to cease
Of evil men the wickedness
And their power that do amiss.
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is cast
My defence, and in him lies
In him who both just and wise
Saves th’ upright of Heart at last.
God is a just Judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
If th’ unjust will not forbear,
His Sword he whets, his Bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended
The tools of death, that waits him near.
(His arrows purposely made he
For them that persecute.) Behold
He travels big with vanitie,
Trouble he hath conceav’d of old
As in a womb, and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a Lie.
He dig’d a pit, and delv’d it deep,
And fell into the pit he made,
His mischief that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade
Of violence will undelay’d
Fall on his crown with ruine steep.
Then will I Jehovah’s praise
According to his justice raise
And sing the Name and Deitie
Of Jehovah the most high.
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We’re the salty dogs of mo-der-ni-ty,
Robot starfish programmed so expertly
(And we’d like to state most em-phat-ic-ly
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)
As we sail the blue waters virtually,
There’s a thigh for you and a femur for me
(Just a wee little joke, as you can plainly see;
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)
We sing along to Yanni and John Tesh
Though we’d prefer to have them in the flesh
(It’s their haunting tunes we find quite tasty;
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)
We serve the nation and prove our worth,
Map the sewers of Brixton, gnaw on Colin Firth
(He treads the boards in-spi-ray-shun-ly;
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)
When our duty’s done and the day is through
We have a most proper naval bar-be-cue
(Though we replace officers most fre-quent-ly
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
Delightfully force thyself to a cheap coat
Frayed winter shelter
Sworn fre-nemy of millennial style
Who kills itself in gale
While the master keeps cozy within your skin
Wonder if you’ll ever be so disloyal to dare ask for a bath
Then, in irony,
Loved and wanted by the living freezed
And the envy of the proletarian blanket
, shining in its absence-Your presence.
Under the carless hands of the master
Buttons drop and thread spills as solid blood
Doomed to fulfill the unchosen goal
Depletion will not be salvation
Just a mute shriek
living decomposition
Hope thy ist warm.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Escape
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.
He may question me and counter this and that;
I care not: I will answer just as I mean.
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean.
Love strikes me from his roster, short and flat,
And he is struck from my books, just as clean,
Forevermore; there is no other mean.
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.
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Original text:
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;
Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene.
He may answere, and seye this or that;
I do no fors, I speke right as I mene.
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene.
Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat,
And he is strike out of my bokes clene
For ever-mo; [ther] is non other mene.
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;
Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene.
Explicit.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
The more I recall the
things you ranted,
the more angry I feel towards you,
and all the less enchanted.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
It
is so
difficult
being in places
after spending time
with true treasure, liquid
silver. A buck’s worth market
bottle to the 15. 50 cinema sp-
ecial. Can’t wait to live rich without
drowning.Cold water feels warm
warm when your hand are fre-
ezing,too bad I’m stuck here
until the end of the
season.
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
Love Me For What I Am Lyrics
from Horizon
We fell in love
On the first night that we met
Together we've been happy
I have very few regrets
The ordinary problems
Have not been hard to face
But lately little changes
Have been slowly taking place
You're always finding
Something is wrong in what I do
But you can't rearrange my life
Because it pleases you
You've got to love me for what I am
For simply being me
Don't love me for what you intend
Or hope that I will be
And if you're only using me
To feed your fantasy
You're really not in love
So let me go, I must be free
If what you want
Isn't natural for me
I won't pretend to keep you
What I am, I have to be
The picture of perfection
Is only on your mind
For all your expectations
Love can never be designed
We either take each other
For everything we are
Or leave the life we've made behind
And make another start
You've got to love me for what I am
For simply being me
Don't love me for what you intend
Or hope that I will be
And if you're only using me
To feed your fantasy
You're really not in love
So let me go, I must be free
And if you're only using me
To feed your fantasy
You're really not in love
So let me go, I must be free
You're really not in love
So let me go, I must be fre
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Swimming mind
~Tangled~heart
I kissed your < lips >
a delicious
Start
The sweetest taste
Found onyourskin
Sip the wet
...Diving... in
Your hand presses
My/mouth/deeper
Our breathing in time
Your gasps
... in-fre-quent
And all .the .wants .
That led me here
Are all that matter
That's_all _that's_clear
Now t h a t I've had you
On.my.tongue.
My lips sing to my heart a song...
*this,....this. kiss. is. my
fa/vor/ite...
one*
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
FRE N ZRE
Of joy great, you two are my bundle.
You both, I love to kiss and cuddle.
That's the place, where I don't like any hurdle.
Love I do to become your pillow instead;
When, on my tummy, you rest your head.
Enjoy this shortage of space, I actually do, on the bed.
Love, always in the heart, seeks a space.
Around the heart, weaves it, a delicate lace.
Then, inside the heart, it settles, with Ahura's grace.
May our love forever live and thrive.
May it also, through many other hearts, dance n jive.
May it for ever and ever survive.
Aedoon baad.
Lovingly yours
Ma
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC