"gangway" poems - Hello Poetry

Sleep, sleep, still your breath and just sleep. Sleep through the drum-circle, the neighbour's garden, sleep through the fever, the sentence, and the eventual pardon. Sleep, sleep, blot your eyes and just sleep. Sleep through her hands touching, the solemn submit; sleep through the wastelands, the war-zones, and sleep with the deficit. Sleep, sleep, in the castle keep, sleep. Sleep for the potions, the poisons, the crimes you commit. Too steep is the gangway to an easier life, too far is the leap and too impossible, the wife. Sleep, sleep, still your mind and just sleep. Keep to the sidelines, with intellect deep; fall to sleep in the limelight of your day, for you have earned your rest, you have found your way.

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC

Edward-Coles

Sleep

Sleep, sleep, still your breath and just sleep. Sleep through the drum-circle, the neighbour's garden, sleep through the fever, the sentence, and the eventual pardon. Sleep, sleep, blot your eyes and just sleep. Sleep through her hands touching, the solemn submit; sleep through the wastelands, the war-zones, and sleep with the deficit. Sleep, sleep, in the castle keep, sleep. Sleep for the potions, the poisons, the crimes you commit. Too steep is the gangway to an easier life, too far is the leap and too impossible, the wife. Sleep, sleep, still your mind and just sleep. Keep to the sidelines, with intellect deep; fall to sleep in the limelight of your day, for you have earned your rest, you have found your way.

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The Plane from Bangkok touched down, Bouncing hard, jarring nerves And bones alike. We emerged into the Hot damp breeze, Smoky Sun light glare, Our eyes squinting, Fumbling then for dark glasses. Descending the gangway steps, As if into a different world. A new fragrance of foreign things Of a mystical persuasion, Hung heavy in the air. I quickly breathed it all in, My mind racing in anticipation. For years I had dreamed of this land. A country of fabled mystery, Legend and contradictions. Reading enough to admire the richness And sheer wonder of place and people, All to know and see better for myself. A land so different from my own, Being there seemed almost surreal. Taxi and PedalCab rides into the City. In every direction, where ever I looked, New sites, sounds and perceptions observed. More people in one place, Than I had ever seen, 10 million in number, All in that single city. Most it appeared to be on foot. All moving with individual purpose, Seeming to flow all in different directions. What at first looked like chaos to me, Apparently worked for them. Calcutta by Western standards, Could be judged an urban mess. Old British style colonial buildings, Crumbling to bits and ruins, Yet still very much in use, Relics of a bye gone age, Lingering still, A visual reminder of what was, Of a another culture, And people gone home, No doubt to where they belonged, With all the riches they could carry. Leaving more than a trace, Behind in their wake. A Kaleidoscope of movement and colors, Best describes what I was seeing, Cows and monkeys in the city streets, Along with multitudes of moving people All in traditional dress. The very images and grist of the works of Western writers and photographer’s attempts, To capture and relay for over two hundred years. Fascination best describes my impressions. Captivating wonderment cascading, An unstoppable vast Human River, Churning and ever rapidly flowing, Ethereal and emotionally stimulating. Attractive people, dark eyes staring, At the specter of our Western selves, We as unfamiliar to them, As they appeared to us. Two distinct worlds meeting head on, Learning, growing from the encounter. India, timeless and magnificent. Never felt more excited or alive, Loved everything about it.

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Feb 12, 2014

Feb 12, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC

stephen-e-yocum

Opening My Eyes (For friend Bala)

The Plane from Bangkok touched down, Bouncing hard, jarring nerves And bones alike. We emerged into the Hot damp breeze, Smoky Sun light glare, Our eyes squinting, Fumbling then for dark glasses. Descending the gangway steps, As if into a different world. A new fragrance of foreign things Of a mystical persuasion, Hung heavy in the air. I quickly breathed it all in, My mind racing in anticipation. For years I had dreamed of this land. A country of fabled mystery, Legend and contradictions. Reading enough to admire the richness And sheer wonder of place and people, All to know and see better for myself. A land so different from my own, Being there seemed almost surreal. Taxi and PedalCab rides into the City. In every direction, where ever I looked, New sites, sounds and perceptions observed. More people in one place, Than I had ever seen, 10 million in number, All in that single city. Most it appeared to be on foot. All moving with individual purpose, Seeming to flow all in different directions. What at first looked like chaos to me, Apparently worked for them. Calcutta by Western standards, Could be judged an urban mess. Old British style colonial buildings, Crumbling to bits and ruins, Yet still very much in use, Relics of a bye gone age, Lingering still, A visual reminder of what was, Of a another culture, And people gone home, No doubt to where they belonged, With all the riches they could carry. Leaving more than a trace, Behind in their wake. A Kaleidoscope of movement and colors, Best describes what I was seeing, Cows and monkeys in the city streets, Along with multitudes of moving people All in traditional dress. The very images and grist of the works of Western writers and photographer’s attempts, To capture and relay for over two hundred years. Fascination best describes my impressions. Captivating wonderment cascading, An unstoppable vast Human River, Churning and ever rapidly flowing, Ethereal and emotionally stimulating. Attractive people, dark eyes staring, At the specter of our Western selves, We as unfamiliar to them, As they appeared to us. Two distinct worlds meeting head on, Learning, growing from the encounter. India, timeless and magnificent. Never felt more excited or alive, Loved everything about it.

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Maidens, gather not the yew, Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping; Any lad was born untrue, Never a one is fit your weeping. Pretty dears, your tumult cease; Love's a fardel, burthening double. Clear your hearts, and have you peace-- Gangway, girls: I'll show you trouble.

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Dorothy Parker

Prologue To A Saga

Maidens, gather not the yew, Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping; Any lad was born untrue, Never a one is fit your weeping. Pretty dears, your tumult cease; Love's a fardel, burthening double. Clear your hearts, and have you peace-- Gangway, girls: I'll show you trouble.

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They like walking on the highway Highways highways But they push harder to be alive tommorow They are usually criticized as insane boys But they keep blowing side ways Some of them are afraid of what might be insight while they're flyer than a flight They love strolling on the highway Highways highways And they keep with passage ways But they sometimes go where they want to They like walking on the highway Highways highways But they push harder to be alive tommorow They are usually criticized as insane boys Insane boys insane boys They want to live together They think life is just a lousy freeway Freeway freeway They get ridiculed into the gangway Later on they try to break away But they went down the wrong pathway The think life is a freeway They like walking on the highway Highways highways They like walking on the highway Highways highways They like walking on the highway Highways highways They like walking on the highway Highways highways But will they survive tommorow?

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Jul 31, 2015

Jul 31, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC

okwhatever

highway

They like walking on the highway Highways highways But they push harder to be alive tommorow They are usually criticized as insane boys But they keep blowing side ways Some of them are afraid of what might be insight while they're flyer than a flight They love strolling on the highway Highways highways And they keep with passage ways But they sometimes go where they want to They like walking on the highway Highways highways But they push harder to be alive tommorow They are usually criticized as insane boys Insane boys insane boys They want to live together They think life is just a lousy freeway Freeway freeway They get ridiculed into the gangway Later on they try to break away But they went down the wrong pathway The think life is a freeway They like walking on the highway Highways highways They like walking on the highway Highways highways They like walking on the highway Highways highways They like walking on the highway Highways highways But will they survive tommorow?

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Mary was a carrack around two hundred in size Having a cargo space and five masts with lateen sails. The men climbed to the top of the mast to front the skies. Loaded the cargo and prepared it for heavy gales. This ship had a main mast with a square sail for speed And triangular sails for maneuverability. Being eager to eat, to drink and to smoke their **** To load brocade and silk, they got the ability. They had to purchase these goods of China to Lisbon, Where they could exchange it for some Portuguese silver. The crates were quite heavy, and Frederick asked Brisbon To hire men, 'cause ‘’at time, the goods they must deliver.’’ Brisbon hired sailors from Istanbul for the crew. They carried the crates, one by one, into the cargo. Sulim came and said that the gangway was damaged, too. ‘’What else? ’’‘’Three crates of goods and Abseil’ hands, ’’ said Fargo. ''We have to get to Gibraltar before September In order to be able to pass through the mousetrap. There is a strong current, which can be our ship's dismember. It flows in the opposite direction. Here's the map! '' Sam said, ''captain, how fast are the currents through this strait? '' ''The water at the surface flows between 2 - 4 knots. The Autumn current can make us strain as through Hell's Gate. Losing knots in speed, we can die; life is in my thoughts.'' '' The merchant wants to leave and doesn't know what to do, '' Said Sam. Frederick and two men went into port to seek Someone, who could repair the gangway and someone who Could treat Abseil’ hands, because to sail he was too weak. Geraldine was in the kitchen to prepare some food For the ****** ''Where do you go? '' She asked Frederick. ''A man's job! You're too jealous. I don't mean to be rude.'' ''At noon, they drink.'' She laughed. ''My time is always metric.'' Frederick descended quickly into the boat with Sulim and Suaram. They went ashore and went up In northeastern outskirts of the town, where the fifth House was an unfinished jewel under the sky's cup. After two hours, they brought a few craftsmen the gangway To repair. Finally, all the goods were brought on deck. When the men started to eat, 'twas the end of the day. '' The water swallows the sun; it's time for the dreams' trek.'' Said Sam while eating bread. ''And darkness engulfs the day.'' On the deck, the lanterns' light made the place enchanting. They ate in silence. The water sprayed wet pearls away. Frederick said, ''Now, the timeless our sleep is granting.'' (to be continued....) Poem by Marieta Maglas

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Jun 14, 2015

Jun 14, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC

marieta-maglas

Frederick And Geraldine (Part 2)

Mary was a carrack around two hundred in size Having a cargo space and five masts with lateen sails. The men climbed to the top of the mast to front the skies. Loaded the cargo and prepared it for heavy gales. This ship had a main mast with a square sail for speed And triangular sails for maneuverability. Being eager to eat, to drink and to smoke their **** To load brocade and silk, they got the ability. They had to purchase these goods of China to Lisbon, Where they could exchange it for some Portuguese silver. The crates were quite heavy, and Frederick asked Brisbon To hire men, 'cause ‘’at time, the goods they must deliver.’’ Brisbon hired sailors from Istanbul for the crew. They carried the crates, one by one, into the cargo. Sulim came and said that the gangway was damaged, too. ‘’What else? ’’‘’Three crates of goods and Abseil’ hands, ’’ said Fargo. ''We have to get to Gibraltar before September In order to be able to pass through the mousetrap. There is a strong current, which can be our ship's dismember. It flows in the opposite direction. Here's the map! '' Sam said, ''captain, how fast are the currents through this strait? '' ''The water at the surface flows between 2 - 4 knots. The Autumn current can make us strain as through Hell's Gate. Losing knots in speed, we can die; life is in my thoughts.'' '' The merchant wants to leave and doesn't know what to do, '' Said Sam. Frederick and two men went into port to seek Someone, who could repair the gangway and someone who Could treat Abseil’ hands, because to sail he was too weak. Geraldine was in the kitchen to prepare some food For the ****** ''Where do you go? '' She asked Frederick. ''A man's job! You're too jealous. I don't mean to be rude.'' ''At noon, they drink.'' She laughed. ''My time is always metric.'' Frederick descended quickly into the boat with Sulim and Suaram. They went ashore and went up In northeastern outskirts of the town, where the fifth House was an unfinished jewel under the sky's cup. After two hours, they brought a few craftsmen the gangway To repair. Finally, all the goods were brought on deck. When the men started to eat, 'twas the end of the day. '' The water swallows the sun; it's time for the dreams' trek.'' Said Sam while eating bread. ''And darkness engulfs the day.'' On the deck, the lanterns' light made the place enchanting. They ate in silence. The water sprayed wet pearls away. Frederick said, ''Now, the timeless our sleep is granting.'' (to be continued....) Poem by Marieta Maglas

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There were so many faces Faces recognised and known so well It was bitter sweet; a setting for The last look, gathered up in best Frocks with fine hair and cloth A head full of alcohol like a wrecking ball Pivotal, with eyes watching as she set Alight her feelings, burning bright and loud We knew and understood the intensity But were guarded. Young and fragile Was her step away from this family Raw emotion careering and spilling Outward, her head could take no more We took up the night, our souls leaning Laughter setting aside reality for now Early hours confronting us, we stayed Awake and sat round savouring our last Thoughts; holding on to one another Some will never blink in time with us Or look for us once more. The grain Slowly slipping into tomorrow Through the tunnel of night The building becomes sad in its silence Un-trodden carpet quiet, rooms release Their challenges replaced by emptiness Stripped bare, waiting to meet a new voice The finality beckons strength, stillness Of emotion. Calm us will you? Stretch out With me to face another gangway. Throw a New ball so I can catch and return ……. Reaching out!

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Aug 24, 2012

Aug 24, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC

laura-susan-smith

Faces known to me

There were so many faces Faces recognised and known so well It was bitter sweet; a setting for The last look, gathered up in best Frocks with fine hair and cloth A head full of alcohol like a wrecking ball Pivotal, with eyes watching as she set Alight her feelings, burning bright and loud We knew and understood the intensity But were guarded. Young and fragile Was her step away from this family Raw emotion careering and spilling Outward, her head could take no more We took up the night, our souls leaning Laughter setting aside reality for now Early hours confronting us, we stayed Awake and sat round savouring our last Thoughts; holding on to one another Some will never blink in time with us Or look for us once more. The grain Slowly slipping into tomorrow Through the tunnel of night The building becomes sad in its silence Un-trodden carpet quiet, rooms release Their challenges replaced by emptiness Stripped bare, waiting to meet a new voice The finality beckons strength, stillness Of emotion. Calm us will you? Stretch out With me to face another gangway. Throw a New ball so I can catch and return ……. Reaching out!

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My man-o'-war lies anchored silent after crossing endless seas as I stand on the gangway bathed in midday heat. The olive trees on the hillsides grown ten times taller since I left you here to seek my worth in battles with strangers. Heavy coats of chainmail have worn maps into my shoulders those engines of the trickster's axe. Though no man or beast has won me not a queen I have not taken from her king I still fear to stand before you unarmored and vulnerable before your patient inexorable love. Your pure love is my greatest adversary yet you carry no sword. You challenge me everywhere yet you sail no ocean. You know I am weary yet you do not mock. You have simply waited for my hard road to end. My heart stops in mute surrender as I lift off the last battered chest plate, undo the sterling braces from my legs steel falling like glass around the pirate's helmet tarnished at my feet. Though a lifetime of war has crippled my gait I run with reckless abandon to that open door on the welcome street the place I left for no good reason where you have endured all these years holding the only blade that can sever the lover from the rogue.

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC

michael-hoffman

ROGUE RETURNS

My man-o'-war lies anchored silent after crossing endless seas as I stand on the gangway bathed in midday heat. The olive trees on the hillsides grown ten times taller since I left you here to seek my worth in battles with strangers. Heavy coats of chainmail have worn maps into my shoulders those engines of the trickster's axe. Though no man or beast has won me not a queen I have not taken from her king I still fear to stand before you unarmored and vulnerable before your patient inexorable love. Your pure love is my greatest adversary yet you carry no sword. You challenge me everywhere yet you sail no ocean. You know I am weary yet you do not mock. You have simply waited for my hard road to end. My heart stops in mute surrender as I lift off the last battered chest plate, undo the sterling braces from my legs steel falling like glass around the pirate's helmet tarnished at my feet. Though a lifetime of war has crippled my gait I run with reckless abandon to that open door on the welcome street the place I left for no good reason where you have endured all these years holding the only blade that can sever the lover from the rogue.

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No matter the hour, from windows night is smoky lilac. Every bright spot in the distance a pair of eyes menacing. They approach innocently enough as if fireflies waltzing. When close, eyes again, nefarious seeping from shadow, Chucks "murdered out" steel hearts black as death, no, no, I mean black as evil. They cross from one side of an alley to the other silent like dreaming, now into backyard of a house that in the dark appears like a hunch shoulder minion overseeing... Down the throat of the gangway, At the mouth of gangway They appear, hands raising, with cold shiny institutions, take aim, but above barrels opening. Hangs a sign like over a door that reads," leave all hope and dreams behind". I imagine inside this gun mindless, heartless, hopeless, locked behind bars, are children. I know they are there, bullets at the ready, then screaming and thunderous from barrel ablaze, now cooling and destroyed in the street, sea is pooling, rivulets of blood running like a river and then the smoke from the gun's barrel raising dancing fading .

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Aug 7, 2015

Aug 7, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC

bratt-m-jones

No!

No matter the hour, from windows night is smoky lilac. Every bright spot in the distance a pair of eyes menacing. They approach innocently enough as if fireflies waltzing. When close, eyes again, nefarious seeping from shadow, Chucks "murdered out" steel hearts black as death, no, no, I mean black as evil. They cross from one side of an alley to the other silent like dreaming, now into backyard of a house that in the dark appears like a hunch shoulder minion overseeing... Down the throat of the gangway, At the mouth of gangway They appear, hands raising, with cold shiny institutions, take aim, but above barrels opening. Hangs a sign like over a door that reads," leave all hope and dreams behind". I imagine inside this gun mindless, heartless, hopeless, locked behind bars, are children. I know they are there, bullets at the ready, then screaming and thunderous from barrel ablaze, now cooling and destroyed in the street, sea is pooling, rivulets of blood running like a river and then the smoke from the gun's barrel raising dancing fading .

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Return late at night 34mph on the gangway Decimated and tired rotated and unstoppable When I come back around the cul-de-sac the green candle shines my return Flag hangs big and ogreish Waiting for something more I replaced my turntable Black and wood on wood desk Grains matched unintentionally On one speaker I placed my snowglobe Big Ben tall and wide Snow stirs when I play On the other The Capitol Big heavy white dome Smaller and wider but still just as lost Blizzard of turning particle What mood do i turn to? Daft and electronic Queen of hearts and misery Dance of mad villainy? 33.333333 repeating An album cover to cover slip safely in between read the inherent vibrative tone glide my eaten fingernail And sing the songs through my teeth 33.33333 repeating Songs forever maintained Never compressed, just expressed Saved into physical form 33.3333 repeating Round and round Fibonacci of doom Spiral totally in control There is another side to this story I never knew 33.333 repeating They were going to make movies on vinyl screens with vinyl tape and vinyl face Then we got cable 33.33 repeating Mesmerized by the glide of the needle softer than a lover's touch sharper than an atomic clock 33.3 repeating It will be time to flip sides Soon I will know no evil Only the darker satellite 33 repeating I repeat: Listen closely and find the spot Queue it up and fall apart

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May 27, 2018

May 27, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC

TimelessWave

Turntables

Return late at night 34mph on the gangway Decimated and tired rotated and unstoppable When I come back around the cul-de-sac the green candle shines my return Flag hangs big and ogreish Waiting for something more I replaced my turntable Black and wood on wood desk Grains matched unintentionally On one speaker I placed my snowglobe Big Ben tall and wide Snow stirs when I play On the other The Capitol Big heavy white dome Smaller and wider but still just as lost Blizzard of turning particle What mood do i turn to? Daft and electronic Queen of hearts and misery Dance of mad villainy? 33.333333 repeating An album cover to cover slip safely in between read the inherent vibrative tone glide my eaten fingernail And sing the songs through my teeth 33.33333 repeating Songs forever maintained Never compressed, just expressed Saved into physical form 33.3333 repeating Round and round Fibonacci of doom Spiral totally in control There is another side to this story I never knew 33.333 repeating They were going to make movies on vinyl screens with vinyl tape and vinyl face Then we got cable 33.33 repeating Mesmerized by the glide of the needle softer than a lover's touch sharper than an atomic clock 33.3 repeating It will be time to flip sides Soon I will know no evil Only the darker satellite 33 repeating I repeat: Listen closely and find the spot Queue it up and fall apart

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He ran like the wind up the gangway saw the door still open ahead near the door stood four Port attendants gasping for breaths he reached them with hands outstretched they stopped him No, No, No, he cried I've got to get on, I've got to get on Sorry sir too late, their voices rang out I'm afraid Sir, you're too late What! look the door is still opened Please, let me in, pleasee for heaven's sake let me in, I've got to get on board Sorry Sir, against the rules, you are just too late but the door is still opened,please I beg you let me in Afraid can't do that,you are just too late, just too late today What Jobsworth you lot are how inconsiderate can you lot be the ****** door is still open,why are you being so obstructive isn't your job to help passengers,isn't that what you're paid to do do you realize how inconvenient this is, do you realize what this will cost me' Sorry Sir, we are only doing our job You are too late for this flight,go back to the departure Lounge They'll help get you on a later flight,sorry but Rules are Rules And with that the plane doors were closed Oh..how he hated these ********* ****** unhelpful inconsiderate Jobsworth, ****** idiots, the whole lot of them, arseholes! Dejectedly,he walked back to the ****** Departure Lounge Fuming, dragging his ****** attache case, he sought out the help desk Cursing and muttering, he rued the ******* two minutes delay that cost him this flight. Angrily, he marched to the Air Ethiopia Check in desk Sullenly he explained his plight! Its a two hour wait for the next flight out, they informed him. Still upset, he handed in his ticket and they did the necessary Handing back his ticket, he walked away and sat in Departure why, oh why did this happen to me, he muttered angrily He sat miserably, he cursed again under his breath. **** God! He had been sitting for about an hour when he noticed people suddenly running around, something was happening There was a real air of panic around, Officials were running helter skelter, people were huddling in pockets, he saw Police Official barking orders and Airport Staff talking excitedly He heard some people shouting in a group to his right He stood up alarmed he stated walking towards a group to his left Then he saw one of the Jobsworth that had stopped him from boarding his flight, the Jobsworth had a look of utter alarm on his face, he was also sweating. What's happening, what's wrong, he asked him, now alarmed himself. Oh Sir, ooh Sir...the Jobsworth exclaimed, looking at him wide-eyed. That Plane you missed has just crashed, killing everybody on board.....!!!

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Mar 16, 2019

Mar 16, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC

yenson

Invalid invadilating is validated validating..!!

He ran like the wind up the gangway saw the door still open ahead near the door stood four Port attendants gasping for breaths he reached them with hands outstretched they stopped him No, No, No, he cried I've got to get on, I've got to get on Sorry sir too late, their voices rang out I'm afraid Sir, you're too late What! look the door is still opened Please, let me in, pleasee for heaven's sake let me in, I've got to get on board Sorry Sir, against the rules, you are just too late but the door is still opened,please I beg you let me in Afraid can't do that,you are just too late, just too late today What Jobsworth you lot are how inconsiderate can you lot be the ****** door is still open,why are you being so obstructive isn't your job to help passengers,isn't that what you're paid to do do you realize how inconvenient this is, do you realize what this will cost me' Sorry Sir, we are only doing our job You are too late for this flight,go back to the departure Lounge They'll help get you on a later flight,sorry but Rules are Rules And with that the plane doors were closed Oh..how he hated these ********* ****** unhelpful inconsiderate Jobsworth, ****** idiots, the whole lot of them, arseholes! Dejectedly,he walked back to the ****** Departure Lounge Fuming, dragging his ****** attache case, he sought out the help desk Cursing and muttering, he rued the ******* two minutes delay that cost him this flight. Angrily, he marched to the Air Ethiopia Check in desk Sullenly he explained his plight! Its a two hour wait for the next flight out, they informed him. Still upset, he handed in his ticket and they did the necessary Handing back his ticket, he walked away and sat in Departure why, oh why did this happen to me, he muttered angrily He sat miserably, he cursed again under his breath. **** God! He had been sitting for about an hour when he noticed people suddenly running around, something was happening There was a real air of panic around, Officials were running helter skelter, people were huddling in pockets, he saw Police Official barking orders and Airport Staff talking excitedly He heard some people shouting in a group to his right He stood up alarmed he stated walking towards a group to his left Then he saw one of the Jobsworth that had stopped him from boarding his flight, the Jobsworth had a look of utter alarm on his face, he was also sweating. What's happening, what's wrong, he asked him, now alarmed himself. Oh Sir, ooh Sir...the Jobsworth exclaimed, looking at him wide-eyed. That Plane you missed has just crashed, killing everybody on board.....!!!

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Love story Eva Braun was a Greenland seal lived in an aquarium Herr ****** Liked animals his dog loved him truly. Dog lovers are supposed to be kind. Love on first sight. So perhaps there was a call for a loving word that was denied in his childhood; by the fireside and on his lap the dog sat and he whispered sweet words into the dog’s ear a moment when his mind was not contaminated by Jewish blood. In the country, I lived in there were many islands most of them have a bridge now and no longer feels like islands. Nevertheless we were standing by the gangway of a ferry you were going to see your sister, I knew you were getting away from me. My love for you were total, yours were not, you just left without telling me why. Distances I beginning to feel but my unhappiness was an annoyance, you gave me a phone number too, but it didn’t work, gurgling noises a phone dropped into a fish tank, but I heard repressed laughter You were married to a sea master golden rings on is uniform and that is ok; you and the master of the sea never got children. Widow a childless woman your dishonesty bothers me, Eva Braun’s fish tale was as phony as your love for me was.

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May 25, 2015

May 25, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

Love Story

Love story Eva Braun was a Greenland seal lived in an aquarium Herr ****** Liked animals his dog loved him truly. Dog lovers are supposed to be kind. Love on first sight. So perhaps there was a call for a loving word that was denied in his childhood; by the fireside and on his lap the dog sat and he whispered sweet words into the dog’s ear a moment when his mind was not contaminated by Jewish blood. In the country, I lived in there were many islands most of them have a bridge now and no longer feels like islands. Nevertheless we were standing by the gangway of a ferry you were going to see your sister, I knew you were getting away from me. My love for you were total, yours were not, you just left without telling me why. Distances I beginning to feel but my unhappiness was an annoyance, you gave me a phone number too, but it didn’t work, gurgling noises a phone dropped into a fish tank, but I heard repressed laughter You were married to a sea master golden rings on is uniform and that is ok; you and the master of the sea never got children. Widow a childless woman your dishonesty bothers me, Eva Braun’s fish tale was as phony as your love for me was.

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Getting chased down this never ending hallway Spilling al-a on the dragway; obnoxious Spittin unrequited, unconscious Up n attem Up n attem Up n attem Up n attem Repawn Reborn unlike its conception Buckle when i’m straight steppin In mosh pit Meshing in a bog and Lulling while crossing the freeway, naked Firing rounds like a space head In this deleterious continuum A requiem of the song birds Pickin at my elbows While my skull burns Spilling salt spray on the gangway Thats what the soul yearns That’s when my heart burns When i’m told that i’m too old To be actin out To only be enveloped In the never ending clout Of the melodramatic Of the existential actor that flows as a passenger: acting like he doesn't know what'll set you free is control in this finite time of a man in the flesh

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Sep 22, 2017

Sep 22, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC

Gadus

Resistance in a Dangerous Time

Getting chased down this never ending hallway Spilling al-a on the dragway; obnoxious Spittin unrequited, unconscious Up n attem Up n attem Up n attem Up n attem Repawn Reborn unlike its conception Buckle when i’m straight steppin In mosh pit Meshing in a bog and Lulling while crossing the freeway, naked Firing rounds like a space head In this deleterious continuum A requiem of the song birds Pickin at my elbows While my skull burns Spilling salt spray on the gangway Thats what the soul yearns That’s when my heart burns When i’m told that i’m too old To be actin out To only be enveloped In the never ending clout Of the melodramatic Of the existential actor that flows as a passenger: acting like he doesn't know what'll set you free is control in this finite time of a man in the flesh

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When you mean What you overstate There comes A gap that some o your friends Won't rate Cos they clearly Don't care for Where you Head for The gate And dive Through.

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Jan 4, 2025

Jan 4, 2025 at 6:38 PM UTC

Jimmysilker

GANGWAY!!!

When you mean What you overstate There comes A gap that some o your friends Won't rate Cos they clearly Don't care for Where you Head for The gate And dive Through.

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