"glo" poems
Met boeke vol helde, soos ek en jy
Potgieter, Trichardt, Smuts, Kruger selfs De LaRey
Almal met die doel, om hul volk te bevry,
Die Afrikaner, uit te brei
Om hul families, van leiding te bevry
Selfs, De LaRey
‘n Lafhart, wou eers nie beklei
Later die held, wat die boere, verder wou lei
Familie man, vader seun broer en gesant
Ja, die mense was ook bang
Maar met passie,
Met drang
Met dit wat slange vang
Het hulle als aangevang
Kyk na jou vriend
Kyk na jou maat
Kyk na die, anderkant die straat
Dis jy, wat hul toekoms baat
Dis jy, wat hul vereen, ou maat
Die Afrikaners, was plesierig
Dit, kan julle glo
Nou gevul, net met gierig
En al hul misnoe
Ja, dit kan julle glo
Waar is ons eendrag
Waar is ons mag
Waar is die dae, toe ons nog lekker kon lag
Waar is ons helde, van vandag
‘n Held, in elkeen wat die taal verstaan
Elkeen, wat n weg vir Afrikaans wil baan
Elk, wat sy man wil staan
vir die taal, wat min verstaan
‘n Kultuur, wat net ons verstaan
‘n Kultuur, so ryk aan helde soos ek en jy
Helde, wat die Afrikaner wil bevry
Helde, wat nie bang is om te baklei
Helde, soos ek en jy!
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 2:36 AM UTC
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T h e
F an t a s t i c
Rocking Horse
T h e Catherine
W heel The Glo w
ing Triangle The
****** The Nirv
ana The Padlock
The SlideThe Ape
The Butterfly The
Ascent to Desire
The Balancing Act
The Splitting Bam
boo The Curled A
n g e l The Bridge
The Clip The Clos
se-up The Double
Decker The Seduc
Tion The Crouchi
ng TigerThe Hero
The Dolphin Th e
Frog The Glowing Juniper The Plow
The Peg The Classic The Kneel The Reclining Lotus The Lustful L eg The Eagle The Cros
s The Rowing Boat The Star Doggy Style
The Super 8 The Bandoleer The
M a g i c Mountain
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
ek het iemand nodig om namens my te bid, te pleit
my gebede val soos ouds op dowe ore ongehoor
ek voel oud en alleen uit gesmyt
ek het nou op gehou pm te glo ek kan toor
ek het ver geval en seer gekry
ek het op gegee op my
my kop en my lyf probeer mekaar so ver moontlik vermy
weereens het ek myself verloor
ek is te moeg om op te staan om weer te begin soek
ek is bang vir die kry, die kruis verhoor
ek voel teen gekant en vervloek
ek is niks nie anyways
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
I took my ****** sister Marigold to the cinema,
she had asked specifically and eventually
(she doesn't speak a lot on account of her awful stammer
and amazing cleft palate which has won prizes)
so I knew that this was something she really wanted,
and I teased for her bad taste
when she told me that she wanted to see
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Charlie
and the Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chocolate Factory".
It was a Saturday evening and the local picture house
was showing a re-run of the classic starring Gene Wilder
as the enigmatically stylish ***** Wonka,
and not that steaming great pictorial **** served up by Tim Burton
and I knew that town would be busy with oiks
so as a treat I dressed her up better than usual,
and even gave her a hosedown to get rid of the poopy pong.
She had stopped crying by the time the feature started
and I think the Ooompa Loompa costume grew on her
but that maybe the orange paint was a bit of a bad idea
as people had stared as it was Day-Glo and she stood out
like a bulldog's ******* but I stand by my decision
to dye her hair green, it had taken thought and planning;
it was meant to add to her excitement of the day,
so I meant well, even if I was ineffectual in the end.
I sat her on my lap in the picture house
but still paid for two seats but I do get one ticket half price
though because of her disabilities, so it wasn't all bad,
every cloud and all that, you know what I mean?
She tends to get a little down every now and then
but a £1 cinema ticket partly makes up for being born legless.
I knew from past experience that the cinema staff
prefer me to carry my stunted sis rather than wheeling her in
(I do recall that the time I taped her to her skateboard
proved somewhat a disaster - but really, the fat usher
had a torch and should have watched her step
or otherwise she wouldn't have bust her neck).
The Ooompa Loompa costume allowed Marigold
to amuse herself during the screening
(as there were no leggings to the costume).
She barely noticed when the fat little hero
got blown up on screen except to dribble "chocolate"
from her own little chocolate factory.
It was, all in all, quite an eventful outing
and one I might consider repeating but
probably in a different cinema next time,
mainly because we got banned for life
when the manager saw the condition of the seat.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
ek is deurskykend, transparant, deurmekaar
opsoek na my vrede, my mensweesm my wees
ek voel so secondhand, so op gebruik, so klaar
bid vir verlossing, a trade in vir n nuwe vlees, nuwe gees, beter wees
my oe hoop op vol trane on gehuil
ek slaan lelike kolle uit in my sogenoemde persoonlikheid
maar dis alles ek, ek wat my vervuil
ek wat my eenkant hou, ek wat my uit smyt
ek wat ja se al wil als binne my nee skree
ek wat bly staan terwyl ek moes weg hardloop
ek wat myself wou uitvee
ek wat myself vir cheap thrills verkoop
maar hirdie ek is te oud om te kniel
hierdie ek word te oud om te glo
so ek staan waar ek staan en verniel
en ek bly staan sonder n tree en verloor
kyk dis ek wat hier staan, te sad om te bid
te seer om te huil, versteen deur my toedoen
daar is geen hande vat en aansit
maar ek dra dit met n smile want dis my skoen
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
i’m boy with broken jaw
my face and flesh of citrus
fingers dripping resolute
by weight of sweetened tendon
the motion to which i descend
i last resort upon thy tenderloin gloss
touching me under sublunary breath
he melts darkness to sugarfisted ******
i taste of all he ever wanted
it’s a dirtyparadise out here behind the neon nickelcade
day-glo slithering below my belly
just ten bucks, and you’ll get your turn
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
•
**oo
..oo..
.....oooo.....
♥ ........ooooooo........ ♥
oh .......oooo.o.oooo....... my
love ......ooooo.O.ooooo...... king
soulmate .......oooo.o.oooo....... husband
life is wonder- ........ooooooo........ ful with you
saccharine are your. .....ooo..... lips.bewitching are
your eyes. oh your face ..oo.. are a heavenly .visage
in the amidst of my excru- oo ciation I have crowned you
with my love you are my chosen king that I have.enthroned
in my kingdom, my love shines all throughout like a gleami
-ng crown in a king's head, your silk cape falls down with glo-
ry, your glimmering presence fill the vicinity with peace and
exuberance, your smile an ornament in my heavenly realm, oh
how blissful I am to have you and yes you're my king and I am
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
..your queen and we will be together with God in everlasting..**
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Here gee my krag elke dag.
My pyn wil nie verdwyn.
My hart raak swaar want die jaar is net nog een van baie waar ek uit roep na U om hulp.
U genade is groot en ek glo dat U n plan berade het om my pyn te laat verdwyn.
My lewe is in U hande en ek weet U sal my bande los maak en my vry laat loop oop in n lewe van liefde en vrede.
*** wonderlik die oomblik van geen pyn, my gebede beantwoord en die pyn het verdwyn volmaak aan geraak en geseen deur n genesende hand van bo.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
In the summer night, below the sunshine,
I met you darling, here, and all of your friends.
And like you're golden earring, you became my energy
the whisper to my night, the sparkle in the ocean deep.
And when we waited for the morning song of the sunlight,
from this time on, you became a part of Romania to me.
For below the skylit ocean, in Varme Vece
between the purple, red, and blue stars, and you.
In all the colors of the blue, I want you to
Remember America golden skies when I leave.
So in the "Glo"of the clubs, or light and fame
of another day when you lead in therapy,
and when you restore the might of the weak,
Or between the wine and dine, and good games,
in the same way, my dear, you know you can find meaning
From these summer nights or darker days -
from a broken heart, you also can be mended - you do know.
So when you struggle and trying to find the words to say,
When you yourself feel lower than the ocean sand,
you can trace these memories, and search for my hands,
and fall in line and feel warm and safe in these summer days.
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC
Six giggling hours,
Spill ideas all over the floor.
Time tiptoes backwards
As the lights wear rainbow halos,
Spinning you round until you are nauseous,
Dizzy, and confused.
Where the boring and mundane
Shed their cloths and **** you all night.
The paradox
Interrupts cluster headaches
And memories come to life.
Dead family members **** your forehead
Turning up the gas of your emotions.
Opening your pupils
So they can swallow the unseen.
Intense feelings of wonder,
Like needles of insight,
Unraveling what you thought was true
And buzzing frenetically
Around your body
Throughout your bloodstream
And into your brain.
Where philosophical thoughts and giddy daydreams
Tickle each other into submission,
Swimming through fear and spiritual understanding,
Like waves crashing relentlessly throughout your cells.
Dancing in the day-glo thundershowers
Giving life to the dead ground.
The walls come alive,
Stroking your face
Like a long lost mother you thought you had forgotten.
Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 8:15 AM UTC
my engel sonder vlerke,
jy het onverwags jou verskyning gemaak
my hart geneem
sonder om eens aan my te raak
met my hart op my mou
al was ek soveel keer gewaarsku
tog voel ek só veilig by jou
my engel sonder vlerke,
ek wil weet wat laat jou lag,
*** om jou gemoed op te beur
as jy nie kans sien vir die dag
ek wil weet *** jy koffie drink,
jou hartslae per minuut
en waaraan jy elke sekonde van die dag ****
my engel sonder vlerke
met jou groenbruin oë
en mooiwees glimlag
laat jy my weer in sprokies glo
vir jou doen ek alles,
sonder om ‘n oog te knip,
net oor ek oor jou mal is
alles net vir
my engel sonder vlerke.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 12:49 AM UTC
Creek
I call it a crick
when I was ten- no eleven
Maybe ten and a half
My dad worked as a mechanic....like I do now
I remeber he came home one day and kicked off his ***** workboots by the front door
His hands were always dirtier than a son-of-a-bitch
He always had grease and dirt under his nails when he got home
and would run them under hot water and glo-jo like I do now
Them hands were COVERED in scars
*....mine aren't that scarred yet
and I'm hoping they never will be
I got out of this town once and made it half way around the God **** planet
But I came back when aunt mary-lou died
the only thing I remember from that funeral
....the girl across from me was wearing a red thong
her name was Megan (I had a dog with that name once)
She was aunt mary-lou's friends **** *** stepdaughter
She had that look like
"I am way too good for this trailer park ********
And I smiled and thought
"I know you are"
*
Well my dad came home
To find out that I had broken the bb gun he got when he was fourteen
And instead of yellin' at me
or beatin' me
he told me to go get him a beer
and he let me have a sip
I thought he was gonna tear me up and down like a red headed step-child
Or put his cigarette out on my palm
But he didn't
He just sat there
and still to this day I wonder why I didn't get the usual
Truth is:
when I came back from getting his beer on that fateful day
I thought I might have seen my dad wiping a tear from his cheek
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
Up at a time that I shouldn't be.
Thinking about things that I shouldn't be.
Sad about things I've been sad about for a couple years, I been low, I been down and out.
And it cost funerals of love, had so many doubts.
But I'm still here, moving forward on a different route.
I would give it all up, to make it all work.
I wish I could say, that they knew my worst.
End of the day, it's my gift, my curse.
At the end of the day, I know my worth.
Through everything,
I love you shawty.
You know you do me ***** shawty.
I need you to make me, happy.
Over you, there will be nobody.
Think about each other when we shouldn't be.
Missing all the past when I shouldn't be.
I be on the go.
You be on the go.
We go back and forth.
Different road
They don't know how it goes
But still I got my pride
Knowing I don't wanna be alone.
Certain times we disagree and you just let it all go.
But you're sitting right beside you though.
I'd kick it with my friend and I'd make it all worst.
But still I tried to hide it but show my worth.
Seems you putting my last, but many say first.
At the end of the day I know your worth.
Running in the streets when I shouldn't be.
Trying to make it off of writing poetry.
Loving all the things that I shouldn't be.
Knowing that it only should be you and me.
I was feeling blue.
Didn't have a clue.
Trying to figure out what to do.
And I'm losing you.
Soon I'll do a show and I'll glo'
With you in the crowd.
While I'm speaking loud.
And deep down, you are really proud.
Coming this spring, Ima fling
Ima Seek my dream.
And no matter what, Ima love you through everything.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
In a fleeting panic
my body aching
my head in manic
I was fitted for depression
by my fashion shrink
cosmic blue straightjacket
boots of shocking pink
Day-Glo eyelashes
and a faux stole of mink
I walked the streets of Soho
and climbed the Factory walls
a girl betwixt
a boy between
everybody’s darling
till morning came to town
in my corset of denial
I took cover in the rain
and sang naughty little ditties
seeping from the recesses of my brain
I tripped my way to Bellevue
where a thousand plastic junkies
awaited my return
I fell into their fancy
and we frolicked amidst our lies
and hopped aboard an east bound train
to a velvet paradise
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
~~~<♢>~~~
trip the light fantastic!
draw blood from a stone
make a rainbow palette
within your flute of bone
trip the light fantastic!
there's more to life than hate
you can be, and you can see
whatever your soul's state
trip the light fantastic!
pastel pink or day glo green
color's more than eyesight
there's more that can be seen!
trip the light fantastic!
fall within its swoon!
Pink Floyd discovered prisms
on the dark side of the moon!
trip the light fantastic!
lavender and puce
you have to play your poetry
c'mon! let's call a truce!
chrystophase and peridot
emerald and ruby
topaz and tourmaline
gems of healing truly!
black onyx and opal
amethyst and amber
make yourself some jewelry!
make your ever-afters!
trip the light fantastic!
hold life within a flask
wine in purest crystal
make yourself
STAINED GLASS!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2016
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Balancen er daglig mellem om vi efterlader et hul i den tid vi har fået os, eller om tidens dyne er lappet fra højre og venstre med oplevelser af træhuler med meterlange lyskæder og lidt for meget indomita vin en ydmyg tirsdag aften. Er der en ting jeg ved, så er det at vi ikke selv bestemmer start - og sluttidspunkter, og **** altså vi bestemmer nok heller ikke selv hvilke dage solen skal glo lidt på os, fordi den synes vi er smukke. Det er der en gud eller en tilfældighed eller en kærlighed eller måske min uvidenhed til at afgøre. Men jeg ved en ting, som forlyder således; din tid er til din disponering. Det er den gave tiden har givet dig, nu hvor den har dårlig samvittighed over at den er begrænset. Du vælger selv for fanden, og du vælger dagligt. Hver dag, hele tiden. Så vælg det som er godt for dig. Kys dem du vil, fordi du for helvede fik for meget vin og elsker dem en lille smule det øjeblik. Lav den opgave om moskusokse i nordnorge, fordi viljen til fuldførelse gavner mere end du overhovedet aner. Skriv det læserbrev, fordi der skal gøres noget ved det problem og du har lysten til udførelsen af initiativet. Du kender dig og jeg kender mig, og tiden kan sku godt bruges på en velunderrettet og skøn, skøn, skøn måde samtidig. Så brug din tid, så du gør godt for smukke du.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Make the skies eternal limits
I'm shooting for a paper moon
A thin white line disappears
The Crescent city blooms
She rises from the river
Without the sky's inner inhibitons
She commands all her passions
Painting exhibitions
There is no distance
Between each and every line
She is my perpetual lemming
Flung from from the cliffs of time
Dark haired Creole woman
Body damp with sweat
The gumbo boils in desire
You're my "Day-glo" dash board saint
Kissing white moonlit *******
That dance with each and every ******
C'mon shakedown the stars
Ashes made by burning lust
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
Failure arrives
in an oversized crate.
Its name is stamped
in tall day-glo orange letters
on six sides,
for easy viewing
no matter how you turn it.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 9:20 PM UTC
It's hot
It's kickin'
It's funk!
You gotta drown your Martini
With junk
Until this depression is sunk
You gotta remember it's disco
and funk,
You gotta walk around day-glo and punk.
You gotta hit the wall
To destroy your attitude
Even if there's no attitude
At all
You gotta dizzy shake a palm tree
And smile at the clock of reason
You gotta move up offa dat ting
You gotta set fire to your ring
And let your ****** sing
You gotta Boomshakalak
You gotta twist and grind
You gotta Boomshakalak
And it's fun
****** react
No doubt about dat
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
black woman, you are magic
your aura overflows with the most soul and
vibe handcrafted by the best angels and holy ghost,
if you listen real close you'd know that the glo of her is the beating drums that make it all worthwhile in the world
you're real kings 'cause you take best care of the kingdom, real true
so beau, with minimum effort, a marvel stays you.
you deserve way more than you earn because you
go way beyond your means to, see your kin and ones you love be the most happy
black woman, you are a most precious rare gem
your moves allude this entire planet and, make the earth such a lovely spot
your touch is immense love and honey dripping kisses like a mother's cooking ***
you're flawed a lot but who isn't,
and that's what makes you beyond perfect, give man purpose to be living
a net of love from you, black woman, is one one would love to get caught in.
BLACK WOMAN, YOU ARE POWER ✊
your word is bond, you settle the minutes and hours
but never devour the title and feel entitled to the tower,
you ever deserve by the way, which is what makes you such a wonder.
your humility surpasses human understanding and knowledge
you fought your hardest for your place in,
society yet some choose to undermine your flower calling
black woman, it saddens me you still see pain,
**** and things you shouldn't be experiencing.
they feel threatened by your strength but that's no excuse
they are way beyond disgusting and those putrid beings should be reclused
I pray you never have to come across these useless beings and have fear again.
and if you didn't get it the first time, I shall reiterate, black woman, you are magic ✨
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
~~~
for Sjr1000
and his proffered invitation
~~~
delve and dive,
smack lip tasting each line we drop over the side,
as if it each worm is a new word
first time heard
or ever écrit
explicate and parse
the shape, the portent,
looking for the double mystery,
the wisdom and the plaisir of two minds cojoining
our poems, indeed,
every one a product of a stainless steal shiny can of worms,
so strikes me when,
that fishing trip day est arrivée
the worms will be of the glo variety,
whom when pole dipped,
will be like chocolate treats for catching poetry fish,
to rapture capture new reciprocity recipes
share and delight,
comparing size,
whose is most luminescent, tumescent,
whose poems will taste most délicieuse
men fishin n' writing male bonding, stainless steel strong, a men friendly completion competition,
you bring the worms in a cancan,
I'll bring the cannes à pêche^
they'll accuse of being heinous poets turned into
collaborateurs,
to which we'll laugh responding in unison,
for sure, bien sûr!
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC