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"haft" poems

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Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC

) o ( ( ( O ) ( ) ) ( o ( ( ( O ) o ) O ) o ( O ( o ( ) ) o ) ( **make me a cauldron of a witch's brew•let it bubble and boil...; simmer and stew• allow the con- coction to churn•feed it with raw an- guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi- shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta- tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give me a vial of the witch's brew•let it **** me or grant me the gifts promised in lieu•**

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Oh, how the mighty art fallen Lucifer, son of the morning star Behooved by manner of thy own devices How pompous thou hadst become to refuse to bend thy knee to man It was pride that filled thee to burst Had it not been but a few millenia later Even your knee would have bent to the King of Glory Whenst He did stoop down to the level of man Even you wouldst have cried out "Lord, Lord wouldst thou not take upon thyself my raiment of glory? Clothe yourself as a king, not as a commoner." Were it so much that us being made of dirt and you of fire that your proudness could render thee blind to our beauty as endowed by our shared Creator? Though our mediums be different, were the Crafter's hands not the same? Wouldst thou haft only humbled thyself, a different world we could have I pity and thank thee, oh fallen one For showing me how not to be

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC

How the Mighty Art Fallen

Oh, how the mighty art fallen Lucifer, son of the morning star Behooved by manner of thy own devices How pompous thou hadst become to refuse to bend thy knee to man It was pride that filled thee to burst Had it not been but a few millenia later Even your knee would have bent to the King of Glory Whenst He did stoop down to the level of man Even you wouldst have cried out "Lord, Lord wouldst thou not take upon thyself my raiment of glory? Clothe yourself as a king, not as a commoner." Were it so much that us being made of dirt and you of fire that your proudness could render thee blind to our beauty as endowed by our shared Creator? Though our mediums be different, were the Crafter's hands not the same? Wouldst thou haft only humbled thyself, a different world we could have I pity and thank thee, oh fallen one For showing me how not to be

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I AM an ancient reluctant conscript. On the soup wagons of Xerxes I was a cleaner of pans. On the march of Miltiades' phalanx I had a haft and head; I had a bristling gleaming spear-handle. Red-headed Caesar picked me for a teamster. He said, "Go to work, you Tuscan ******* Rome calls for a man who can drive horses." The units of conquest led by Charles the Twelfth, The whirling whimsical Napoleonic columns: They saw me one of the horseshoers. I trimmed the feet of a white horse Bonaparte swept the night stars with. Lincoln said, "Get into the game; your nation takes you." And I drove a wagon and team and I had my arm shot off At Spottsylvania Court House. I am an ancient reluctant conscript.

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I AM an ancient reluctant conscript. On the soup wagons of Xerxes I was a cleaner of pans. On the march of Miltiades' phalanx I had a haft and head; I had a bristling gleaming spear-handle. Red-headed Caesar picked me for a teamster. He said, "Go to work, you Tuscan ******* Rome calls for a man who can drive horses." The units of conquest led by Charles the Twelfth, The whirling whimsical Napoleonic columns: They saw me one of the horseshoers. I trimmed the feet of a white horse Bonaparte swept the night stars with. Lincoln said, "Get into the game; your nation takes you." And I drove a wagon and team and I had my arm shot off At Spottsylvania Court House. I am an ancient reluctant conscript.

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What is the Rust Belt? Can we define it? - on a map, we mean - Can we circle in black marker, topographical green and brown, one mound, from Canada on down to Kentucky and say well, there - America’s sore fingers in old age floating, separate, in the pond, white and knobbed and wrapped around something a lever, the haft of an oar, the tuning dial to twist to Cavalcade, the body of the eel which just keeps swimming away. You said it in a message - “Rust Belt” - and a great blank region was filled by old poets in corduroy better than their surroundings and if not better precisely then at least when they drink they drink in bars like smokestacks with hubcaps on the walls, with weak plumbing, listening to conversations, not having them. Rust is something I know well: I feel rust (but I don’t wear corduroy). Rust like a signal ingredient all through the cupboards. Shot through, something you have too much of and could never want to write about. Rust in this message, too.

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC

Mid-Century Poets of the Rust Belt

What is the Rust Belt? Can we define it? - on a map, we mean - Can we circle in black marker, topographical green and brown, one mound, from Canada on down to Kentucky and say well, there - America’s sore fingers in old age floating, separate, in the pond, white and knobbed and wrapped around something a lever, the haft of an oar, the tuning dial to twist to Cavalcade, the body of the eel which just keeps swimming away. You said it in a message - “Rust Belt” - and a great blank region was filled by old poets in corduroy better than their surroundings and if not better precisely then at least when they drink they drink in bars like smokestacks with hubcaps on the walls, with weak plumbing, listening to conversations, not having them. Rust is something I know well: I feel rust (but I don’t wear corduroy). Rust like a signal ingredient all through the cupboards. Shot through, something you have too much of and could never want to write about. Rust in this message, too.

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kom med mig bare bliv i nat du siger alle de ord jeg engang ville høre, men det føltes ikke rigtigt hvad forventer du at jeg skal sige du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du tager min hånd og siger du har ændret dig men søde, dine undskyldninger narrer mig ikke fordi for dig er det hele bare et spil så bare forfør mig nu for tiden har gjort mig stærk jeg er begyndt at komme videre jeg siger det her nu du har haft din chance og du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent en lille smule for forket og jeg kan ikke vente men du ved lige hvad du skal sige du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du siger at du drømmer om mit ansigt men det er ikke mig du savner du kan bare godt lide det du ser nu men for at være ærlig er det helt ligemeget nu for du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent jeg var ung og forelsket jeg gav dig alt hvad jeg havde men det var aldrig nok og nu vil du pludselig have kontakt du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent gå hjem til din kæreste jeg slipper dig fri jeg elsker mig selv du har et problem men kom nu ikke og spørg mig om hjælp for du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent en lille smule for forket og jeg kan ikke vente men du ved lige hvad du skal sige du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du siger at du drømmer om mit ansigt men det er ikke mig du savner du kan bare godt lide det du ser nu men for at være ærlig er det helt ligemeget nu for du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent jeg kan elske med hele mit hjerte jeg ved jeg har så meget at give, jeg havde så meget at give men med en player som dig der har jeg mistet troen det er ikke den måde jeg skal leve mit liv det er bare lidt for sent det er bare lidt for sent en lille smule for forket og jeg kan ikke vente men du ved lige hvad du skal sige du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du siger at du drømmer om mit ansigt men det er ikke mig du savner du kan bare godt lide det du ser nu men for at være ærlig er det helt ligemeget nu for du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent

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Jan 3, 2016

Jan 3, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC

aldrig har too little too late været mere passende

kom med mig bare bliv i nat du siger alle de ord jeg engang ville høre, men det føltes ikke rigtigt hvad forventer du at jeg skal sige du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du tager min hånd og siger du har ændret dig men søde, dine undskyldninger narrer mig ikke fordi for dig er det hele bare et spil så bare forfør mig nu for tiden har gjort mig stærk jeg er begyndt at komme videre jeg siger det her nu du har haft din chance og du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent en lille smule for forket og jeg kan ikke vente men du ved lige hvad du skal sige du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du siger at du drømmer om mit ansigt men det er ikke mig du savner du kan bare godt lide det du ser nu men for at være ærlig er det helt ligemeget nu for du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent jeg var ung og forelsket jeg gav dig alt hvad jeg havde men det var aldrig nok og nu vil du pludselig have kontakt du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent gå hjem til din kæreste jeg slipper dig fri jeg elsker mig selv du har et problem men kom nu ikke og spørg mig om hjælp for du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent en lille smule for forket og jeg kan ikke vente men du ved lige hvad du skal sige du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du siger at du drømmer om mit ansigt men det er ikke mig du savner du kan bare godt lide det du ser nu men for at være ærlig er det helt ligemeget nu for du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent jeg kan elske med hele mit hjerte jeg ved jeg har så meget at give, jeg havde så meget at give men med en player som dig der har jeg mistet troen det er ikke den måde jeg skal leve mit liv det er bare lidt for sent det er bare lidt for sent en lille smule for forket og jeg kan ikke vente men du ved lige hvad du skal sige du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du siger at du drømmer om mit ansigt men det er ikke mig du savner du kan bare godt lide det du ser nu men for at være ærlig er det helt ligemeget nu for du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent du ved jo godt at det er lidt for sent

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Like the mighty redwood My love for you Is massive, indomitable, and lasting. With roots sinking deep into my soul. Long after the hate and wickedness of others fades, Even after we too, are laid in the grave My love for you, shall grow stronger everyday. The axes and saws of the skeptics, All break on my trunk, The saw teeth shear off, and dull, And the axe haft snaps, Not making so much as a dent. High into the sky My love rises, To bask in the rays of your love. The fires of those who scorn love Lick at the base But they cannot so much as singe my love. You are the nutrient rich soil, The life giving waters, And the solar brilliance shining down. Your love wards off all blight, You are my earth, my water, my light.

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Aug 31, 2012

Aug 31, 2012 at 9:45 AM UTC

kasandra-curtis

My Earth My Water My Light

Like the mighty redwood My love for you Is massive, indomitable, and lasting. With roots sinking deep into my soul. Long after the hate and wickedness of others fades, Even after we too, are laid in the grave My love for you, shall grow stronger everyday. The axes and saws of the skeptics, All break on my trunk, The saw teeth shear off, and dull, And the axe haft snaps, Not making so much as a dent. High into the sky My love rises, To bask in the rays of your love. The fires of those who scorn love Lick at the base But they cannot so much as singe my love. You are the nutrient rich soil, The life giving waters, And the solar brilliance shining down. Your love wards off all blight, You are my earth, my water, my light.

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Jeg ofre mig hele tiden jeg giver mig selv til folk som kun giver halvt tilbage Kan du tage min arbejdsvagt? Ja Vil du med i byen og 2 dage i streg? Ja Vil du besøge mig og så spiser vi sammen? Ja Din flis-jakke er hæslig, skal jeg lave en ny? Ja Denne konstante cirkel af ting jeg skal, gøre og nå den gør mig sindssyg Jeg vil hellere ligge i min seng føle spændingerne forlade min krop og mærke hvor øm den egentlig er af at jeg har glemt at lytte til mig selv Jeg vil hellere se på skyer eller bare på himlen om den er lyserød, med skyer på eller blå Jeg vil hellere trække vejret dybt helt ned i lungerne, helt ned i maven og mærke den friske luft inde i mig Tankerne i mit hoved danser disco og jeg er ikke selv inviteret men det er ikke som at gå i byen ikke som 2-dage-i-streg-bytur mere som en konstant orkan hvor mit ydre er orkanens rolige øje for hvordan kan du være så rolig, Maria? Jeg ved det ikke Jo det ved jeg Har ikke haft tid til at tænke over det fordi der er en ny ofring at bringe Ingen tid til eftertanke eller fortanke Før jeg ved af det er cirklen startet igen Forfra eller bagfra Det er det med cirkler lige meget hvor den starter så vil den nå hele vejen rundt Ingen tid til eftertanke (Marolle)

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Aug 5, 2015

Aug 5, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC

Ingen tid til eftertanke

Jeg ofre mig hele tiden jeg giver mig selv til folk som kun giver halvt tilbage Kan du tage min arbejdsvagt? Ja Vil du med i byen og 2 dage i streg? Ja Vil du besøge mig og så spiser vi sammen? Ja Din flis-jakke er hæslig, skal jeg lave en ny? Ja Denne konstante cirkel af ting jeg skal, gøre og nå den gør mig sindssyg Jeg vil hellere ligge i min seng føle spændingerne forlade min krop og mærke hvor øm den egentlig er af at jeg har glemt at lytte til mig selv Jeg vil hellere se på skyer eller bare på himlen om den er lyserød, med skyer på eller blå Jeg vil hellere trække vejret dybt helt ned i lungerne, helt ned i maven og mærke den friske luft inde i mig Tankerne i mit hoved danser disco og jeg er ikke selv inviteret men det er ikke som at gå i byen ikke som 2-dage-i-streg-bytur mere som en konstant orkan hvor mit ydre er orkanens rolige øje for hvordan kan du være så rolig, Maria? Jeg ved det ikke Jo det ved jeg Har ikke haft tid til at tænke over det fordi der er en ny ofring at bringe Ingen tid til eftertanke eller fortanke Før jeg ved af det er cirklen startet igen Forfra eller bagfra Det er det med cirkler lige meget hvor den starter så vil den nå hele vejen rundt Ingen tid til eftertanke (Marolle)

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jeg har haft nok åbne sår til at tømme min krop for blod men mit hjerte forlanger, at rød væske flyder i mine vener så jeg tømmer endnu en flaske rødvin fordi jeg lytter altid til mit hjerte og den fjerde flaske rødvin smager bedre end tanken om dig sammen med en anden

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Apr 23, 2015

Apr 23, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC

kærlighed på flaske

jeg har haft nok åbne sår til at tømme min krop for blod men mit hjerte forlanger, at rød væske flyder i mine vener så jeg tømmer endnu en flaske rødvin fordi jeg lytter altid til mit hjerte og den fjerde flaske rødvin smager bedre end tanken om dig sammen med en anden

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Let me know when you will care For now I'll just be standing there All alone, just waiting Even if my heart is breaking Do you realise I've been here Always there for you, so near I kept your tears in my heart But now we'll haft to be apart For now I'll try to be a friend Won't imagine "Until When" It's alright to watch you go But when you return let me know

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Nov 12, 2015

Nov 12, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC

Let me know when you will care For now I'll just be standing there All alone, just waiting Even if my heart is breaking Do you realise I've been here Always there for you, so near I kept your tears in my heart But now we'll haft to be apart For now I'll try to be a friend Won't imagine "Until When" It's alright to watch you go But when you return let me know

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jeg er hende den sjove hende der med beton i øjnene smiler og griner jeg er hende den sjove hende der danser ballet hen over tilværelsen, iført blodige sko jeg hende den sjove hende der med et smil, fjerner de knuste glas uden at skære sig jeg er hende den sjove hende der har det vidunderligt, selv med tårer trillendne ned af kinderne jeg er hende den sjove hende der får det bedste frem i dig, når din selvtillid er i kælderen jeg er hende den sjove hende der som talent kan skjule smerte med den efterhåden slidte frase "jeg er hende den sjove, jeg har aldrig haft det bedre" jeg er hende den sjove men det er bare ikke sjovt

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC

jeg er hende den sjove hende der med beton i øjnene smiler og griner jeg er hende den sjove hende der danser ballet hen over tilværelsen, iført blodige sko jeg hende den sjove hende der med et smil, fjerner de knuste glas uden at skære sig jeg er hende den sjove hende der har det vidunderligt, selv med tårer trillendne ned af kinderne jeg er hende den sjove hende der får det bedste frem i dig, når din selvtillid er i kælderen jeg er hende den sjove hende der som talent kan skjule smerte med den efterhåden slidte frase "jeg er hende den sjove, jeg har aldrig haft det bedre" jeg er hende den sjove men det er bare ikke sjovt

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jeg har altid været en klimafamilie for sig som var jeg en matematisk ligning uden at ville det med vilje har fundet ro i genbrugens hjørner og lofte haft for stort et hjerte til at ødelægge et andet væsens væren i verden væmmes ved andre menneskers fryd og grådighed myrd den æd den måske jeg bare har udviklet en allergi for industriens masseproduktion. usynlighed. ensformighed. efterspørgsel efterspørgsel kopivarer Basic ******* undskyld hvad sagde du lige der? elsker broccoli fordi det minder mig om små træer får ondt i hjertet når et skal falde for at en klods af beton kan gro og vokse sig stor af økologiske grunde industri industri dobbeltmoral og hykleri

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Nov 29, 2018

Nov 29, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC

jeg har altid været en klimafamilie for sig som var jeg en matematisk ligning uden at ville det med vilje har fundet ro i genbrugens hjørner og lofte haft for stort et hjerte til at ødelægge et andet væsens væren i verden væmmes ved andre menneskers fryd og grådighed myrd den æd den måske jeg bare har udviklet en allergi for industriens masseproduktion. usynlighed. ensformighed. efterspørgsel efterspørgsel kopivarer Basic ******* undskyld hvad sagde du lige der? elsker broccoli fordi det minder mig om små træer får ondt i hjertet når et skal falde for at en klods af beton kan gro og vokse sig stor af økologiske grunde industri industri dobbeltmoral og hykleri

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A gap within my minds brigade is the price, solemnly payed weak- the bold brain's barricade a barricade assumed concrete, proven otherwise as I repeat irrational- my slow defeat Compelled am I, a victim to intrusive thoughts I can't subdue, to cease them truly, I've no clue But I've a hunch that if I end, consumption, and myself defend, longer no more I'll haft pretend No one can function at this pace I wish always my steps retrace back to run a different race to end in a much different place.

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Feb 20, 2017

Feb 20, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC

A gap within my minds brigade is the price, solemnly payed weak- the bold brain's barricade a barricade assumed concrete, proven otherwise as I repeat irrational- my slow defeat Compelled am I, a victim to intrusive thoughts I can't subdue, to cease them truly, I've no clue But I've a hunch that if I end, consumption, and myself defend, longer no more I'll haft pretend No one can function at this pace I wish always my steps retrace back to run a different race to end in a much different place.

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vi er ingenting du gentager altid dig selv og vrøvler og som L.O.C rapper "og vi jo intet, men intet varer forevigt" intet er uendeligt man kan ikke miste noget man aldrig har haft du har aldrig haft mig men du var altid mit alting så jeg tvivler på hvad jeg er for dig vil du være mit ingenting for evigt? for jeg vil intet elske for altid

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC

vi er uendelige

vi er ingenting du gentager altid dig selv og vrøvler og som L.O.C rapper "og vi jo intet, men intet varer forevigt" intet er uendeligt man kan ikke miste noget man aldrig har haft du har aldrig haft mig men du var altid mit alting så jeg tvivler på hvad jeg er for dig vil du være mit ingenting for evigt? for jeg vil intet elske for altid

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Beyond what I may feel for you I haft to say that sooner is better then never that I love you about face. I can not really describe how my mind races daily but it's almost too amazing that it's about phasing. Phasing the different thoughts that I think of all the time it's almost their out of line. :) I am patient in my soul and even more patient in body but the way you make me feel is so oh so exciting. In a hearts time I will give you the key to my knowledge. Hard to explain but it should make perfect sense or atleast it will given that my love is unconditional. I guess you wonder why I am the way I am and again it's hard to explain. Just give me the respect you would wish to befall upon yourself. Wether things go smoothly or roughly I just need you to know that anything I have had to hide has been let go. Questions you ask and the answers I give don't take it personal you know how it is. You will think this is about you but it is not but don't be depressed like the rest. :) I have too much to hold inside but yet I say that I let it go but we know I am more complicated then that, so. I have had more to say but I leave it at this if I am never enough for you just tell me I won't be ****** So I say but you almost know me better then that but your far from the others and nothing like the rest. That brings a real smile to my face and warms my spirit. Nothing left to say just gald you read this. In hearts time you will be mine.

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Feb 7, 2013

Feb 7, 2013 at 9:39 AM UTC

travis-rashad-kaleb-sanders

In A Hearts Time

Beyond what I may feel for you I haft to say that sooner is better then never that I love you about face. I can not really describe how my mind races daily but it's almost too amazing that it's about phasing. Phasing the different thoughts that I think of all the time it's almost their out of line. :) I am patient in my soul and even more patient in body but the way you make me feel is so oh so exciting. In a hearts time I will give you the key to my knowledge. Hard to explain but it should make perfect sense or atleast it will given that my love is unconditional. I guess you wonder why I am the way I am and again it's hard to explain. Just give me the respect you would wish to befall upon yourself. Wether things go smoothly or roughly I just need you to know that anything I have had to hide has been let go. Questions you ask and the answers I give don't take it personal you know how it is. You will think this is about you but it is not but don't be depressed like the rest. :) I have too much to hold inside but yet I say that I let it go but we know I am more complicated then that, so. I have had more to say but I leave it at this if I am never enough for you just tell me I won't be ****** So I say but you almost know me better then that but your far from the others and nothing like the rest. That brings a real smile to my face and warms my spirit. Nothing left to say just gald you read this. In hearts time you will be mine.

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As you talk of Pleasure of another Kind, You let me know whats on your mind. While Urgently From Behind I feel the Press of your Firm Flesh As you Start, I part to grasp the Haft, of your Slick Shaft While so slowly you fill me And from this Tender Stillness, you begin a Rythimic Dance As labored Breathing Comes in Pants 'til in the End, I am lent Your Pleasure Filled Your Passion spent This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC

This Tender Stillness

As you talk of Pleasure of another Kind, You let me know whats on your mind. While Urgently From Behind I feel the Press of your Firm Flesh As you Start, I part to grasp the Haft, of your Slick Shaft While so slowly you fill me And from this Tender Stillness, you begin a Rythimic Dance As labored Breathing Comes in Pants 'til in the End, I am lent Your Pleasure Filled Your Passion spent This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"

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I. Her blade was quenched in limestone brine Its sable haft laced with golden thread. Atop the palace walls, she treads lightly In her robe woven thin as cicada's wing II. When I saw his children past the silken screen again-- from atop the cedar crossbeam--perhaps I should lightly retreat but I lingered still: until he saw silver ribbons that tied my hair He (I had thought) unlike those lives I severed can live to tomorrow (but our gaze had locked!) III. A swing, a flash, an unfelt wound-- she moves with Gansui's fury, and Chunjun's spirit And softly these shattered visages laid to a dreamless rest upon her gracious touch.

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Dec 8, 2019

Dec 8, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC

I. Her blade was quenched in limestone brine Its sable haft laced with golden thread. Atop the palace walls, she treads lightly In her robe woven thin as cicada's wing II. When I saw his children past the silken screen again-- from atop the cedar crossbeam--perhaps I should lightly retreat but I lingered still: until he saw silver ribbons that tied my hair He (I had thought) unlike those lives I severed can live to tomorrow (but our gaze had locked!) III. A swing, a flash, an unfelt wound-- she moves with Gansui's fury, and Chunjun's spirit And softly these shattered visages laid to a dreamless rest upon her gracious touch.

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med tårer i øjnene hiver jeg luft ned i mine ekspansive lunger, husker husker: det er bare nu'et. det er blot en brøkdel. og en dag vil jeg have glemt dette øjeblik, dette blink med øjnene, forbipasseret fortvivlelse og forvildelse og utilpashed og en dag vil jeg have varme, gyldne minder lokaliseret bag øjenhulen, bag drømmene og jeg vil have hængt hvidt vasketøj op, jeg vil have talt med en vred bille, kørt i en lyseblå bil og købt mine egne øko-appelsiner. jeg vil have klippet mit hår mindst ti gange, foldet fingrene om en andens krop, om en andens ømheder, en andens tanker, jeg vil have haft et hundrede forskellige par sko på mine to fødder, set nye vidundere og nye lavpunkter og det smelter sammen og alt det ubehagelige fylder mindst men lige nu kaster ubehag lange skygger

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC

en-anonym-skikkelse

med tårer i øjnene hiver jeg luft ned i mine ekspansive lunger, husker husker: det er bare nu'et. det er blot en brøkdel. og en dag vil jeg have glemt dette øjeblik, dette blink med øjnene, forbipasseret fortvivlelse og forvildelse og utilpashed og en dag vil jeg have varme, gyldne minder lokaliseret bag øjenhulen, bag drømmene og jeg vil have hængt hvidt vasketøj op, jeg vil have talt med en vred bille, kørt i en lyseblå bil og købt mine egne øko-appelsiner. jeg vil have klippet mit hår mindst ti gange, foldet fingrene om en andens krop, om en andens ømheder, en andens tanker, jeg vil have haft et hundrede forskellige par sko på mine to fødder, set nye vidundere og nye lavpunkter og det smelter sammen og alt det ubehagelige fylder mindst men lige nu kaster ubehag lange skygger

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The beauty is not yet realized... Is what it truly means to not know how beautiful someone truly is, until they have really seen it for themselves (first and foremost)! Except if you haven't (as of yet, while also not realizing)… Then "the beauty that is not yet realized"... Remains like a "closed book"! A closed book who's survivability desperately depends on that very "beauty"! Demands "recompense" for the actions (to hold dearly) without the consequence in not including oneself (more or less) in on the details, before more facts came too light! Potentially missing out on everything desirable in oneselves very nature as a respectful and loving and caring individual! Such as the individual who this poem is especially "nurturing" for! Conclusion... The beauty is not yet realized... Because they haft to admit it too themselves (first and foremost)! Before realizations crawl back into itself and forevermore abandoning the right to call yourself..."beautiful"!

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Aug 15, 2020

Aug 15, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC

The beauty is not yet realized...

The beauty is not yet realized... Is what it truly means to not know how beautiful someone truly is, until they have really seen it for themselves (first and foremost)! Except if you haven't (as of yet, while also not realizing)… Then "the beauty that is not yet realized"... Remains like a "closed book"! A closed book who's survivability desperately depends on that very "beauty"! Demands "recompense" for the actions (to hold dearly) without the consequence in not including oneself (more or less) in on the details, before more facts came too light! Potentially missing out on everything desirable in oneselves very nature as a respectful and loving and caring individual! Such as the individual who this poem is especially "nurturing" for! Conclusion... The beauty is not yet realized... Because they haft to admit it too themselves (first and foremost)! Before realizations crawl back into itself and forevermore abandoning the right to call yourself..."beautiful"!

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As you talk of Pleasure of another Kind, You let me know whats on your mind. While Urgently From Behind I feel the Press of your Firm Flesh As you Start, I part to grasp the Haft, of your Slick Shaft While so slowly you fill me And from this Tender Stillness, you begin a Rythimic Dance As labored Breathing Comes in Pants 'til in the End, I am lent Your Pleasure Filled Your Passion spent

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC

From this Tender Stillness.....

As you talk of Pleasure of another Kind, You let me know whats on your mind. While Urgently From Behind I feel the Press of your Firm Flesh As you Start, I part to grasp the Haft, of your Slick Shaft While so slowly you fill me And from this Tender Stillness, you begin a Rythimic Dance As labored Breathing Comes in Pants 'til in the End, I am lent Your Pleasure Filled Your Passion spent

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Two forms sat, eye to eye Alight by ambiguity To you, I, you to me. The air and lamps Breathed like knives As they both listened At a distance Some eulogy Both known and alien On pipes in the wall. A debt rent in half Empty purchases Turned to roses Bouqueted ‘round the dagger’s haft: When the flowers would thirst Weapons remain. We knew this would happen.

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Aug 25, 2014

Aug 25, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC

Two forms sat, eye to eye Alight by ambiguity To you, I, you to me. The air and lamps Breathed like knives As they both listened At a distance Some eulogy Both known and alien On pipes in the wall. A debt rent in half Empty purchases Turned to roses Bouqueted ‘round the dagger’s haft: When the flowers would thirst Weapons remain. We knew this would happen.

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jeg tror på guld tror på glæden når æggene som burde have bragt liv popper i min mund, som var jeg moder jords onde tvilling det eneste jeg siger jeg løber efter, samtidig det eneste jeg har når det kommer til stykket har jeg intet, dig, dig eller dig men du gør det samme med mig lever ikke i en bobbel, jeg ved for meget og jeg siger for lidt af det som egenligt er relevant og vil noget som er noget irelevant for jeg har haft ondt og har stadig ondt men når de æg popper, føler jeg mig som en gud

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Jun 5, 2023

Jun 5, 2023 at 6:44 AM UTC

jeg tror på guld tror på glæden når æggene som burde have bragt liv popper i min mund, som var jeg moder jords onde tvilling det eneste jeg siger jeg løber efter, samtidig det eneste jeg har når det kommer til stykket har jeg intet, dig, dig eller dig men du gør det samme med mig lever ikke i en bobbel, jeg ved for meget og jeg siger for lidt af det som egenligt er relevant og vil noget som er noget irelevant for jeg har haft ondt og har stadig ondt men når de æg popper, føler jeg mig som en gud

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Can you tell me why I crave your skin on mine? Or how you used to hold me with your calloused hands? When deep down you knew you never meant for me to get comfortable because you weren't staying. Can you tell me why my beating heart still aches for you when I beg it to stop? As many times as you broke my heart into more than two pieces, I still somehow manage to scoop the remaining pieces up and convince myself that you will be the one to fix this. My brain replays the memories we created like a movie, when it ends, my brain screams for it to be played one more time like a child and their favorite song. Will the memories fade like the child's love for the song? I cannot stand to be alone anymore. When everything is settled down and calm, waves of overwhelming feelings engulf me and I cannot escape. Is that why you are never alone? I hear our song on the radio and I immediately turn it off. Do you let it play like any other ordinary song just to avoid the question of someone asking "why did you turn it off?" My walls wonder why I have not hung up any more pictures of you, I reply "No more adventures." Do you think of me when you go outside to take a picture of the sunset? At night, I used to count down the days I wouldn't haft to sleep alone anymore. Do you continue to add up the days you've slept alone? I hope the number keeps adding up. I sit outside at night and I stare at the moon, I feel better when I realize that you and I see the same moon. Do you realize that no matter where you go, the moon you see is the same one I see? My eyes see everything different now. I no longer watch the sunset and I no longer love the ocean. Is that why you're afraid to look around? Are you still afraid to put on your glasses? Everyday without you, I run a marathon. My life has become a repeated marathon of exhaustion. Why did you stop running? There are over 6 billion people on this earth and I wanted you. Why didn't you want me?

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Jul 9, 2017

Jul 9, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC

13 questions I will probably never get to ask you

Can you tell me why I crave your skin on mine? Or how you used to hold me with your calloused hands? When deep down you knew you never meant for me to get comfortable because you weren't staying. Can you tell me why my beating heart still aches for you when I beg it to stop? As many times as you broke my heart into more than two pieces, I still somehow manage to scoop the remaining pieces up and convince myself that you will be the one to fix this. My brain replays the memories we created like a movie, when it ends, my brain screams for it to be played one more time like a child and their favorite song. Will the memories fade like the child's love for the song? I cannot stand to be alone anymore. When everything is settled down and calm, waves of overwhelming feelings engulf me and I cannot escape. Is that why you are never alone? I hear our song on the radio and I immediately turn it off. Do you let it play like any other ordinary song just to avoid the question of someone asking "why did you turn it off?" My walls wonder why I have not hung up any more pictures of you, I reply "No more adventures." Do you think of me when you go outside to take a picture of the sunset? At night, I used to count down the days I wouldn't haft to sleep alone anymore. Do you continue to add up the days you've slept alone? I hope the number keeps adding up. I sit outside at night and I stare at the moon, I feel better when I realize that you and I see the same moon. Do you realize that no matter where you go, the moon you see is the same one I see? My eyes see everything different now. I no longer watch the sunset and I no longer love the ocean. Is that why you're afraid to look around? Are you still afraid to put on your glasses? Everyday without you, I run a marathon. My life has become a repeated marathon of exhaustion. Why did you stop running? There are over 6 billion people on this earth and I wanted you. Why didn't you want me?

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