"gue" poems
On its back,
The cockroach,
In a jacket of red wings,
Slender legs,
And bulging abdomen,
Like the tummy of African statesman,
Its legs wallowing in despair,
In the air,
Stamping the spread eagled,
Hind and forelimbs,
Of the poor anthropod,
Kicking and waving,
A cry for the succor,
To be freed from ebola,
Or breaking the *** tether,
Or un-doing strong bonds of poverty,
Three districts under leprosy,
In the domain of the bull’s eye,
Where lesbians and gays swallow raw fate,
Its salient manifestation,
Then the cockroach kicks silently,
Anticipating for salvage,
But when the domain owner comes,
He steps with full weight,
His foot dressed in military boots,
From the previous legacy of Che Gue Vara,
On the belly of the kakerlag at Berlin Wall,
Bursting its stomach but hopscotch,
Spilling the white stuff out,
Of poverty and mental dilemma,
Amid hopelessness in future and history,
As terrorism mires tomorrow,
When China reigns today,
At mercy of contemporary panjandrums,
Moving from white to black
And from black to face book,
Killing those who fall in commercial love,
As if money is the ***** for nuptial night,
But only to go forth ignobled,
Without making momentous affinity,
In the realm of ill fated cockroach back-dom,
Sending Mafousian Egypt to Swedish table,
Without scorn and regard for true African blood,
Where will I apologize?
If the ****** bug
Enters my head and heart,
To blind my logical eyes,
Only to open wide
The senses that see and feel
Religion and race; O! Al Qaeda!
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
The world was never going to end
in fire.
It was never thought to.
Now. Thunder comes on.
The raincoat boleros around the street.
Momentous,
One two slow slow one two. Earth splits
/ an avocado, molten core discarded.
In the southern hemisphere they are waving flags.
Complimentary colors crawl up the sky tiding in.
They are dancing.
Ba-cha
-ta,
Me-ren-gue.
Their hemisphere Charybidises,
trees genuflected.
Quiet. The puddles are sleeping.
In the north. The hemisphere has run aground.
It capsizes. All the bands are going
down playing.
Rain panics off the timpani
prisming.
The brass cherubs in the clouds.
The strings red shift.
At the equator,
an umbrella floats:
1 bird inside it.
She prays in single syllables. Help.
Please.
Quack!
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
There once was a man named Pop,
Who always went out to mop.
He thought his mop was too chubby,
So he went to give it to Bubbie.
Bubbie went out to mop,
When suddenly she halted to a stop.
She thought her mop was too thin,
So she dumped it back in the bin.
Bubbie accidentally stepped in some gue,
But didn’t know what to do.
Picking her foot up didn’t work,
So she went to call the clerk.
The workers came rushing over,
As to playing the game Red Rover.
They went to get the mop,
When surprisingly, they fell to a plop.
They quickly picked up the mop,
And started to swop.
Bubbie’s foot came twirling out,
Then Pop walked out cheering about.
Pop fooled Bubbie,
She now got really mad,
Then Pop had realized,
What he had done was bad.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
tentang melepaskan
bervariasi
ada yang perlahan lahan
ada yang secara kontan! aw!
ada yang sepihak
ada yang masing masing pihak sepakat
ada yang masih meragu
ada yang sudah mantap
ada juga yang sudah mantap namun pendiriannya runtuh lagi
runtuhnya pun akibat hal hal kecil yang manis
kalau dinalar pun tidak artinya
terlihat bodoh
memang bodoh maksudku
akhirnya hanya tinggal puing puing bobrok
tidak jelas
berantakan
abu abu
menunggu untuk segera diratakan buldozer
biar hilang sekalian
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
Da n pen
do sn t wo k
I gue s th tho u hts are stay ng in
t e id a pr bably
suc ed
so w atev r
dam pen
A pencil's just not the same
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Jangan kegeeran
Siapa tau lo nyari nama gue di hellopoetry
Bukan apa-apa
Semua puisi yang pernah gue tulis
Bukan buat lo
Tapi buat gue sendiri
Gue emang pengecut cuma bisa nyampein disini
Yakali juga gue bilang ke lo
Sadar
Lo juga pengecut
Cuma bisa ngira
Gue mikirin lo suka lo dll
Mau tahu orang yang beneran gue sayang?
Yang beneran gue suka?
Yang udah mandiri
Yang udah bisa mikir masa depan
Yang gak manja ke mama papanya.
Orang kaya gitu ada
And i fell in love with him
Not with you *******
-tertanda, cewek yang cuma nganggep lo gak lebih dari seorang pecundang.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
what is it I carry
that is throwing me this way
a personal belief
I couldn't bury in the haze
the smoke's the only thing
that showed me where I want to be
a step ahead of lonely
and a wave above the sea
I'm not a haunted being
like I thought I always was
it turns out we are nothing
but the end of what's become
and I am ever sorry
for the purposeless divide
I know you couldn't feel it
but I kept you like the time
the pieces of forever
couldn't possibly ignore
the thought of this not ending
was a plague that wanted more
than we had ever given
for we thought the night would bend
with you and I together
in a plausible pretend
the seers and the doers
are supposed to be the same
without a doubt collateral
for everything we claim
I laid you out in fragments
and began to learn your soul
I'm not the type of person
who will ever let you go
I'll try to find a way
for all the seasons that we sing
today it feels like autumn
but tomorrow will be spring
and I will ask the rain
to introduce me to your hands
so I can fall asleep
before I touch another man
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Scales reflect the sound.
Reptilian type of tongues speakin.
Reaching out
Reaping thow.
Eating fowl.
Spittin raw heat
Fire magma like gue.
Burst a whole town into flame
Murdering all like he was spraying for food.
He just tryna be creative dog
But in that moment acted a foo
Spittin so much fire.
He will burn up to the tip top
Thats what he do
Flying because he big dawg
Flying because of big *****
Eaten like a big hog
**** em burn em live long.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Jadi kemaren gue rencananya kaya bikin puisi atau apalah gitu kan sebelum ganti tahun. tapi gue ketiduran. terus gue kaya pas bangun tuh gak nyesel amat sih tapi kaya ada satu beban aja gitu kalau belom post apa-apa disini. Jadi gue post aja deh first impression gue buat orang-orang yang aku sayang hehehe.
tapi karena maleaes, kapan-kapan aja deh bye.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC