"ger" poems
VACUUM CLEANER TANGO
---Lyrics by Jonathan Caswell
(Some misspellings are due to rhythm keeping)
The Vac…cuum Clea…ner Tango,
Is like…a juicy…mango,
Those fi…bers will…entangle
Your teeth or brushes, pretty quick!
The girls…who do…the cleaning,
Are ev…ver so…well-meaning,
To move…around…guys leaning,
That watch…and approve…the show!
Plugs must…be changed…more frequently,
If lon…ger hallways…decently,
Are cleaned…the most…expediently,
It’s all…a part of…the dance!
The vac…cuum clea…ner tango,
A dai…ly chore…is wrangled,
By clea…ners star…spangled,
Perfor…ming it with…extra class!
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
step 1: de·ni·al
noun
the action of declaring something to be untrue.
i thought about sending you an email today.
i got through four drafts before i quit.
i haven't talked to you in three months. i haven't deleted your messages in three months. i haven't stopped thinking about you in three months. my heart is still synced with yours. it stopped beating 131,487 minutes ago. please leave a message after the beep.
step 2: an·ger
noun
a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.
i'm glad you're gone. you were a house but you were never a home for me. i've moved three times since i left.
you shoved your fingers down my throat and left me retching in the snow, excuses tripping on their way out of your cherry bitten lips.
you made me your slaughterhouse, blood on my hands and heart.
i am made of too many things, a conglomeration the size of a galaxy, thirty people sewn into my skin. there is a hole in my chest the size of your fist. please leave a message after the beep.
step 3: bar·gain
verb
negotiate the terms and conditions of a transaction.
(maybe if i had loved you a little less you would have learned to love me back)
step 4: de·pres·sion
noun
severe despondency and dejection, typically felt over a period of time and accompanied by feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy.
i spent more time thinking about you than i ever did about myself. i'm not sure if this is selfish or selfless and i'm not sure if i know the difference. i hung up on you once and you didn't speak to me for a week and i'm not sure if this is love or hatred and i'm not sure if i know the difference. i haven't spoken to you in seven months. please leave a message after the beep.
step 5: ac·cept·ance
noun
agreement with or belief in an idea, opinion, or explanation.
you told me that acceptance was the same as tolerance.
i don't think i believe you.
i haven't spoken to you in twelve months.
please leave a message after the beep.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Solskenet verkar
bara stanna för en dag
Värmen drar sig snabbt tillbaka
och ger plats åt en välbekant kyla
Som har satt sina spår
under alla dessa år
På väg mot nya skyar
Ändå samma blåa färg
Jag bosätter mig här
och ger plats åt samma gamla tankar
Som har satt sina spår
under alla dessa år
Regnmolnen verkar
favorisera mitt hem
Jag skulle aldrig nånsin kommit hit
men det fanns plats åt samma gråa skurar
Som har satt sina spår
under alla dessa år
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
I woke up this morning, and no I am not singing a blues song....
There is something big and white in a small room
I had a torrid few minutes trying to recall...
re-fri-ger-a-tor
a step forward
ouch! My kneecap hurts, not fun.
I learnt the refrigerator although white
is not as soft as a pillow or a cloud
I managed to make the room safe
by pushing the refrigerator
out of the window.
Whoops.....sorreee!
there is something under it outside, round and red
a volley ball is round and red
but this round thing is gurgling
and very red indeed
except for the things like lips that are going bluey-grey
Wow the world is fun with severe memory loss
and a laissez-faire attitude to exploring things.
Bubby, my neighbor gave me a present
it is heavy, has a handle and a little lever on the side
safe......fire.....safe....fire......
It fits in my mouth, I wonder if ..
BANG!!....
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
Rain-ing out-side,
think-ing of you.
It could be the
drum beat you play.
(fast, cha-o-tic)
My jump-started heart
when I see you.
(long-ing, crav-ing)
Or the sound of
Flesh, skin on skin.
(ea-ger, play-ful)
But, I think its
Be-cause its set
to the same time,
(Four. Beats. Per. Bar.)
As when I struck
my closed fist to
my ach-ing chest,
ster-num crack-ing
*(four-loud-thumps-to
-my-rib-cage)*
Try-ing to stop
cry-ing, gasp-ing.
*(four-with-each-damn
-ed-rattl-ing-breath)*
When you hurt me.
It-did-not-help.
Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
THE Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold:
I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast,
And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me.
Desolate winds that cry over the wandering sea;
Desolate winds that hover in the flaming West;
Desolate winds that beat the doors of Heaven, and beat
The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering
ghost;
O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host
Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
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Er wernt terr ger ter didny wooooorrrrllll
Didny worrll haz derm errr perdy perncessers
En merk maowss
Ern der perrrdy rydes leedle leedle
Erm gernna ert ERRRRRRRRLL der mershed perderderrs
En der ernyon rins
Didny worrllll gud plass to eaat der ferd
Fin
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
As the World
turns
I can hear the world
Yearn
They're unruly and desperately
reck-less
seeking for love on ever-
lasting
terms
But they proceed with no concern
they're unable to discern or
learn
Not heeding the many
warnings and dan-
gers
Unaware of the many
forces that lin-
ger
Now as we stand by idly
as we witness
this cruel state of
Ig-nor-ance
We're losing our
Innocence
instead of making sense
of what's
going on
Unconvinced
of the shapes that are
taking form
We're miss-in-
formed
sowing the seeds to breed the
Devil's
Spawn
Provoking violence within the
mindset
of the spiritually blinded
While letting our
Silence
speak the truth
of the spirits that blind
Us
Reminding us
of where we Fail
A rude awakening
outa the
Spell
Snapping outa the
Trance
of being frozen in a
mea-ning-less
stance
For our only chance to
Survive
Is to thrive in our
circumstance
Moving on in advance
observing Truth
Learning to pro-
gress
As we focus in our aims
to Arrest
these
developments of
Carnality
We're pulling down the
Devil's
Faculty
Exposing Principalities
wherever
they
may
Be
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 11:46 PM UTC
.*well back in my days (2 years ago)... you could groove to Patti Smith sing her rock 'n' roll ****** and listen to American Head Charge cover the same song... you could actually listen to Die Krupps Nazis auf Speed... back in my day - you weren't deemed a 70 year old nostalgia steam-train... while still in your early 30s; good luck finding that Patti Smith track... might as well resort to róże europy: kości czerwone, kośsci czarne (european roses: red bones, black bones)... and to think the *** pistols got away with their shenanigans... 40 years prior; Patti Smith! come on! it's a great tune! or tuning... whichever.*
racial slurs... so the suffix in
schwarze-negger is
a collective private property?!
Dr. Dre can say it,
as urban insult,
and i'm reduced to a colonial
past that isn't even mine?!
can i say the names
of countries like Nigh-ger-ia...
or Nigh-ger?
can it just be an urban
slur these days?
compared to spawn,
yes, black panther *****
***** on a lemon before
******* on ***
what's next:
yo... walking *****
the **** well... if we're
in the interracial Olympics,
i once ****** a bony black
girl with a Kama Sutra slim, tight,
that it wouldn't require a 12"
to penetrate a Ghanian lard
yo-yo...
pulverized
the soft pouch of flesh where my
***** originate from
using her coccyx...
****
even i didn't expect
finding out the riff...
on joan jett & the blackhearts'
song i hate myself for loving
you...
i'm with the Ire on the topic
of racial slurs...
instead of "offense"...
we resort to head-butts...
like the two Posen bucks...
running headlong into
a bare canvas...
comment section?
well... obviously i take off
my Francis Bacon mask.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Recall the Air SPACE
Air Space Air Space
Bespeak the Plane Back
Quickly Quickly
Saw The Flag Fly
Quickly Quickly
It Was a Lowx. Lowe X Lowex
It Came Back Buick
Wurick Wicca
It Came Back auricle
Quickly Quickly
It Means My Boys Please
Quickly Quickly
My George ,
My Harry,
Eric, Brother
It Was a Chess Piece
Hurry Hurry
Came Up and Over
Over. Over
It was An Angel
Angel Angel
Dressed like a Ewe Piece
Ger Piece, HerE Piece
It Fixed My
Breathing Breathing Breathing
It Was A Three Piece
Angel Angel
A Middle Three Piece
Allies Three Piece
The Right Move
Is Move, Ger Move
A Middle three Move
All Move
Now Move
A Lon Done
No
Move No Move No Move
A French Paul Ll N
Allwns Allies
Paul Apostle Allies
Atlas Alias
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
****** love, to a sudden jug, rubber hug thug'ger tug .
When it cover a couple, a bubba, & hundred dollars .
Too her dismissal, she got a missile, pointing' at the whistle .
Toting "AK" up to the forty G, I and all I ever would need .
Carry on with me,
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
*you excluded me... and i’m not even mussolini! ah, imagine... i’d bring black into vogue and politicise size 0 in fashion on a political level... imagine... ****** would do a strip can-can dance playing the flute on his moustache; ha! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-DWUNa_Nys)*
like this one english tea lady royal i asked when she said:
boys... really ********
i asked her... can you philophise as in synonym
psychiatry with neurology
within the grit of being entitled with the title dame
or a unicorn?
ah... no... enter applause!
who’d want to **** a pensioner if a pensioner herself?
ooh oh cherry picking paved a way for cucumber
goosebumps... left the right-wing intellectual, gay,
completely imbarassed...
ah **** happens... spelling mistakes... terrorist plots...
you know... cheap education, the iraq war... worth a handshake
if you ask me... if you really ask me... egypt has no
place in islam... it has a place in christianity
and judaism... egypt of my mother in ambitious
realisation of the ambition of reading a book...
and the mother of his act...
then the confusion comes: you were born from a
pigeon egg! you born from crocodile egg!
now we can begin... pooh wait! tee-ger was just about done
on the bongo nullifying the battered bounce.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
no this is not made by a perv it is revenge for a defenseless friend whos a girl
imr he touched her **** and hugged ger and shes scared of him and im scared for her...any ideas?
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
My re
Fridge ger
Rator has been out for years
The light that is and if
I wasn't to say anythin
G to anybody for years
No one would notice after
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
It was like
you were like
making music with words
that make me
feel again
I have to practice
being happy.
I think.
you think?
because at the end of the day
when my hair is one billionth
of an inch
lon
ger
than it was yesterday,
No one notices
except you.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 3:42 PM UTC
Bustling corridors, places to go,
you can’t stand still or move too slow.
Make a plan, plot a course,
there’s an entire campus to traverse.
Other things are good to know,
like the best place for lunch
or where the wi-fi’s slow.
Last year, when there was lots of snow,
the Yale tunnel system was the way to go,
to warmly get from A to B,
when paths were dangerously icy.
This year there hasn’t been any snow
it guess it’s global warming, you know
- or that Pacific weather pattern, El Niño?
I miss the Nor'easters and bomb cyclones
the hazardous weather that made Yale seem like home
those storms were something I took for granted
‘Cause I want snow drifts like they have in Canada.
I left Georgia and now I’m feeling cranky
I want the winters God used to inflict on yankees
I remember when blizzards, up north, were doctrinaire
to stop them now isn’t fair - or something else näm-di-'ger.
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 10:14 PM UTC
There's this heart that has happened
Only once in a lifetime
She's has the wild Heart
One so beautiful and unique
Sometimes the life
Will end the night
Her beauty and love
Have been taken for granted
She promised to never to get attached
She did
She didn't want to
But ger mind made the connections
Those connections made her even wilder
She promised that she had no one
Her parents died and she didn't even cry
Everyone told her that she was bad
She meant a boy and he broke her heart
She said never again
She promised
Her life was gone
The police found her with a ripe around her neck
No one cared
So she ended it
Everybody said why did she go
The answer was two feet in front of them
The picture on the wall
Her family was so happy
She wanted to go back to her parents
She died with a smile on her face
She was happy
She had her family back
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
Day 1
hours of driving
and winding cords to backseats
so I don't disconnect just yet
This place is strange
and sleep refuses my proposal
so hours away
you talk me into dreams
Day 2
wake to a whistling kettle
run down bars
and thrift store
beckon the coins from my pocket
bag the treasures
Scan the local stores
burn dinner... almost
card games are seeds for laughter
and I befriend sleep at 11
Day 3
Rise early
read
read
read
shower with water that is metallic in my nose
read
hours of driving to big(ger) cities
experiment with knobs and shutter speeds
$40 wasted to see bears in captivity
good lunch
bad cake
happy aniversary mom and dad
how guilty would I feel to reconnect right now?
Read
sleep early?
the gears in my head turning, fast
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
cream the soft you are is body
white
shoulders
completely neat in kissing
easily blades
between muscles rigidly
tight and folding
folding
and
fi
n
ger
s
yoursmine
teeth please too
a bit at least
because cream
the body soft
you are
is hurt nicely pleasant
and you know
(like i know)
pretty is pain
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
Jag undrar, känner Lady vad jag känner?
Bjöd ut henne på middag, ville vara mer än bara vänner.
Opera musik, något fint vin, pasta och ***** frikadeller.
Bildar mig en framtid med henne som vackra akvareller, slurpar upp spaghettin och undrar om hon kommer finnas på andra änden.
Men Lady var intresserad av andra grejer.
Eh.
Bagateller.
Sånt som händer.
Ett snedsteg man lär sig av i livets lidande.
Har ändå inte tid för romantik, måste lufsa vidare.
Bort från tragedi, monarki och slavdrivare.
Bort från folk som berikar sig med att tro att alla andras perspektiv av dom är genom en stjärnkikare.
Men man är ju närsynt som få.
Dammar in dimman vill försvinna, övervinna alla hinder men det är svårt.
Ger eloge till alla er som finner fingret ni kan stoppa ringen på, men förstå.
Paniken som uppstår av insikten att tiden rinner, broar brinner,
tjejer som du känner vill hellre vara dina vänner för dom väntar på Mister grå.
**** it..
Det ba så.
Låt det gå
vilken låt
stå på tå
låt musiken föra dig till morgondagen,
glöm igår.
Låt dom skörda,
fortsätt så.
Tills du når
varje mål.
Låt tiden läka alla sår.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Step one
Make a friend
Get over your irrational fear
Of all other humans
Step two
Overshare
Tell them your life story
On the second day
Hope that they won't leave you
Step three
Worry
Every time you aren't there
You're probably being replaced
Your friend seems to like you
But everyone does at first
Step four
Beat yourself up
If you've been replaced
Then good for them
You were never good enough anyways
They have every right
To leave you behind
Step five
Push away
They don't need you
So they probably don't want you
They're only still here
Because they pity you
Or they don't know how to dump you
Do it for them
Step six
Wallow
You don't have anyone anymore
And you never will
Because you are never enough
For anyone
You did a good thing by leaving them
No one wanted you there
In the first place
Step seven
Placate
You lost your friends
But that's okay
You don't need friends anyways
And they certainly
Don't need you
You're just fine all by yourself
You're happier being alone
Right?
Step eight
Make a friend
Ger over your irrational fear
Of all other humans
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
You can love me now
Rainclouds are only temporary.
Ger sleeps over tomorrow
He'll tell you all about it
At the carnival park
We'll be alone at last
'Coz I'ma little upset
That I'mnot pretty yet
Maybe you'll look around at
Beauty and vigour
And leave.
Once found a butterfly. He died.
Called him he coz his patterns were
Brown with a little green.
Wanted to save him.
Wanted him to live.
He had no direction
Just like me
He was flying in circles
He understood
What I was feeling
All he could.
Tried to take care
Make him alright
But it was a lie
And here he lies.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Du är lika vacker som en morgonsol
Din ikea-blåa hud,
dina rosenröda kinder i januarikylan.
Ditt leende när du ser mig,
dina blickar som du ger mig.
De besegrar mig.
Jag älskar dig.
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 5:40 PM UTC