"gada" poems - Hello Poetry

An share duk wata tantama Lokacin da babu wata Tama Da za'a zuba akan tabarma An fada an nanata fada Babu fada a tskanin fada Ta fada tasa na fada a fada Ga su bature mai jan kunnuwa Ya kifa hula a ka mara kokuwa Cak! ya cake kuma ya rike hannuwa Har da galadima mara hannuwa Ya dunde kai nasa har kunnuwa Kai! kace buzu ne a bisa ganuwa An tsare tsari can bisa tsauni Sai tsala ihu! ni ku sake ni Ko na dare derere kan tsauni Kaga gada a gada sai yin dara Kallo, kifcen gefe ta ankara Mai harbi da gwafa ta daddara Ka ji biri da dila yan yaudara An ajiye kwalba a cike da madara Sun dauke a guje ba hattara Kai shaho Sarkin dauka na samaniya To ka aje ka gudu ka dau anniya Kar mahari ya hare ka da kibiya

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Jan 18, 2021

Jan 18, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC

Safana

Traditional Hausa poetry

An share duk wata tantama Lokacin da babu wata Tama Da za'a zuba akan tabarma An fada an nanata fada Babu fada a tskanin fada Ta fada tasa na fada a fada Ga su bature mai jan kunnuwa Ya kifa hula a ka mara kokuwa Cak! ya cake kuma ya rike hannuwa Har da galadima mara hannuwa Ya dunde kai nasa har kunnuwa Kai! kace buzu ne a bisa ganuwa An tsare tsari can bisa tsauni Sai tsala ihu! ni ku sake ni Ko na dare derere kan tsauni Kaga gada a gada sai yin dara Kallo, kifcen gefe ta ankara Mai harbi da gwafa ta daddara Ka ji biri da dila yan yaudara An ajiye kwalba a cike da madara Sun dauke a guje ba hattara Kai shaho Sarkin dauka na samaniya To ka aje ka gudu ka dau anniya Kar mahari ya hare ka da kibiya

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He walked full of class Pinky never touched glass. Sharp in the thread Stiff lip and moustache. When angry he turned red His taunts filled clients with dread. Even his wife wasn’t at ease When Mr. Gada was raising dead. His day started with grease In his hair, and pressed every crease. Next the pills glazed his eyes And dampened his seize. The cheat hid many lies A past life was no surprise. He told her he was focused He talked with clever disguise. He worked to fill his lust But late nights made the Mrs. mistrust. If she said a word his blood would steam She lay silent, wishing to feel just. But karma came to ream His ugly and immoral scheme. He let business mix with pleasure Trips to Spain made his dream. The mistresses husband saw her And came charging in full measure. Took a knife to the cheaters cheat In a jab he lost his treasure. Spain’s doctors laughed at his meat Fixing would be too much a feat. Mr. Gada sobbed and cried When his wife threw him out on the street.

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Mar 16, 2012

Mar 16, 2012 at 2:20 AM UTC

ben-ryan

Mr. Gada's Mistakes

He walked full of class Pinky never touched glass. Sharp in the thread Stiff lip and moustache. When angry he turned red His taunts filled clients with dread. Even his wife wasn’t at ease When Mr. Gada was raising dead. His day started with grease In his hair, and pressed every crease. Next the pills glazed his eyes And dampened his seize. The cheat hid many lies A past life was no surprise. He told her he was focused He talked with clever disguise. He worked to fill his lust But late nights made the Mrs. mistrust. If she said a word his blood would steam She lay silent, wishing to feel just. But karma came to ream His ugly and immoral scheme. He let business mix with pleasure Trips to Spain made his dream. The mistresses husband saw her And came charging in full measure. Took a knife to the cheaters cheat In a jab he lost his treasure. Spain’s doctors laughed at his meat Fixing would be too much a feat. Mr. Gada sobbed and cried When his wife threw him out on the street.

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**** all the children get a chance at the sandpit... only the dog collared ones attempting wrestling matches of biceps tonguing rhetoric touring waggle get the pulpit... kinda **** if you ask me: said sir sacrifice-a-lot when sir lancelot married; but all the **** happened after the ukrainian ***** it was the russian bourgeoise one... you forget you dim-witted bolshevik... the russian one... the russian one! not the ukrainian one! ah crap... too late, the crimson lunar eclipse from edinburgh to st. petersburg gave me mythological charisma; endeavour of the readers who can’t remember my tourism earning the year 2007 as distinct: i can earn an awareness of lying about the jealousy i have for the century of being a musketeer defending louis vix; ja athos! ein athos! i’m athos.... wrinkly & masturbated ******** toss! hey ** hey ** we dig dig dig dig dig, it's what we like to do... coal mine.... coal mine... coal mine... with a millionth diamond... we dig dig dig dig dig... hej ** do lasu by sie szło... high ** high ** unto abreit macht frei we go.

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

Athos gada (tzn. mówi)

**** all the children get a chance at the sandpit... only the dog collared ones attempting wrestling matches of biceps tonguing rhetoric touring waggle get the pulpit... kinda **** if you ask me: said sir sacrifice-a-lot when sir lancelot married; but all the **** happened after the ukrainian ***** it was the russian bourgeoise one... you forget you dim-witted bolshevik... the russian one... the russian one! not the ukrainian one! ah crap... too late, the crimson lunar eclipse from edinburgh to st. petersburg gave me mythological charisma; endeavour of the readers who can’t remember my tourism earning the year 2007 as distinct: i can earn an awareness of lying about the jealousy i have for the century of being a musketeer defending louis vix; ja athos! ein athos! i’m athos.... wrinkly & masturbated ******** toss! hey ** hey ** we dig dig dig dig dig, it's what we like to do... coal mine.... coal mine... coal mine... with a millionth diamond... we dig dig dig dig dig... hej ** do lasu by sie szło... high ** high ** unto abreit macht frei we go.

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tu da ve za sivi va du vi za vada zo veda ga va caduza nevaga za du vo badeva bada debu yana ba va gada ze remana ga redava mada ga de bada ve

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Jun 23, 2017

Jun 23, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC

johnhmaloney

Just Listen (a sound poem)

tu da ve za sivi va du vi za vada zo veda ga va caduza nevaga za du vo badeva bada debu yana ba va gada ze remana ga redava mada ga de bada ve

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Stay with shell, guts and trails techs, tape decks. 808's an gals my trains on snowy tracks gada blow off the rails Tony Montanan man my little friend yells under the ground your little friend dwells hasta manana friend, iIll see you around 12 with 12 in the gauge on the dial sun swells you can rest in this pain we both burn in hell

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC

blitzed

Scar Face

Stay with shell, guts and trails techs, tape decks. 808's an gals my trains on snowy tracks gada blow off the rails Tony Montanan man my little friend yells under the ground your little friend dwells hasta manana friend, iIll see you around 12 with 12 in the gauge on the dial sun swells you can rest in this pain we both burn in hell

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Thank you Lord Vishnu For the bones of this demon. A swing to the left encompasses time, A swing to the right encompasses space. I am here in the middle to be stretched and balanced. I am here to be broken and strengthened. To be purified and prepared for the next swing, When I take up these bones again.

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC

alex-fontaine

Gada

Thank you Lord Vishnu For the bones of this demon. A swing to the left encompasses time, A swing to the right encompasses space. I am here in the middle to be stretched and balanced. I am here to be broken and strengthened. To be purified and prepared for the next swing, When I take up these bones again.

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U vlastitome autu ne putujem sprijeda Ne znam ni koji je dan, možda je srijeda? Čak ni u tihoj sobi moj glas se ne čuje Čak ni da sam na pozornici ne bi me se vidjelo Hladnu ruku mi molim te hvataj i pozitivne misli u glavi mi startaj Oženi me za strukturu i radost ionako samo trošim svoju mladost. Pa kud se kreće ovaj "auto"? Šta bi ja kao trebao znat vozit? Nemam love za pivu kamoli za položit Ma k vragu i svemu, nek sam ide. I tako ja napredujem po ovom putu Imam rezervaciju bit sam u kutu Ništa pa tako ni život ne rješavam u prvom šutu Skretanjem za Bjelovar valjda će mi rješit muku. Bjeli grade, što li skrivaš Mjesto za još jednog mizernog gada valjda imaš

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC

The_Disappearing_Boy

Oj, Bjelovare!

U vlastitome autu ne putujem sprijeda Ne znam ni koji je dan, možda je srijeda? Čak ni u tihoj sobi moj glas se ne čuje Čak ni da sam na pozornici ne bi me se vidjelo Hladnu ruku mi molim te hvataj i pozitivne misli u glavi mi startaj Oženi me za strukturu i radost ionako samo trošim svoju mladost. Pa kud se kreće ovaj "auto"? Šta bi ja kao trebao znat vozit? Nemam love za pivu kamoli za položit Ma k vragu i svemu, nek sam ide. I tako ja napredujem po ovom putu Imam rezervaciju bit sam u kutu Ništa pa tako ni život ne rješavam u prvom šutu Skretanjem za Bjelovar valjda će mi rješit muku. Bjeli grade, što li skrivaš Mjesto za još jednog mizernog gada valjda imaš

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