"hani" poems - Hello Poetry

I'm No born free I tasted the dust of apartheid My mother was hiding behind the trees screaming for help No one was there No time to sleep We were cursed for struggle My father never smiled when my mother would say "the baby is kicking" Cause he knew,it wasn't the kick of joy It wasn't a sign of being a soccer star It was the struggle! 1990 Mandela was out of prison 1993 I was born 1994 the Dom's were free No more Dom-pass,but not uhuru still Innocent souls were lost What was the fighting worth for? I can forgive but never forget When De klert called black fools He said they do nothing but barking We turned to dogs now This is for Steve Biko Chris Hani Hector Paterson Raymond mhlaba Let not my skin define who I am Let not the earth describe me I know my future because of my history I was raised in a town of fallen angels Where blacks were deceived Whites felt free Turn the lights off we all the same colour Don't turn them on I want my son to know the history But to not repeat it. They say follow your leader How can you follow corruption? Zuma this zuma that Its all illusion I'll only follow u twitter I want you to retweet all the ish I'll be posting about you,the Raping,The Nkandla part,The Cheating,The Art and the bunch of wives Yes I voted,I still don't know why I voted Helen Zille only speaks xhosa in time of elections Jacob Zuma gives free taxis only to the voting station Julius Malema will bring apartheid back it is said on radio stations Mandela spent most time in hospital All of a sudden his dead Was he even in jail before? Oscar Pistorius ran to **** His now a criminal. Mandela note on my hand But valueless Our economy is dying Our world is dying My Dear South Africa..No Power!

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May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC

akhona

Not yet uhuru

I'm No born free I tasted the dust of apartheid My mother was hiding behind the trees screaming for help No one was there No time to sleep We were cursed for struggle My father never smiled when my mother would say "the baby is kicking" Cause he knew,it wasn't the kick of joy It wasn't a sign of being a soccer star It was the struggle! 1990 Mandela was out of prison 1993 I was born 1994 the Dom's were free No more Dom-pass,but not uhuru still Innocent souls were lost What was the fighting worth for? I can forgive but never forget When De klert called black fools He said they do nothing but barking We turned to dogs now This is for Steve Biko Chris Hani Hector Paterson Raymond mhlaba Let not my skin define who I am Let not the earth describe me I know my future because of my history I was raised in a town of fallen angels Where blacks were deceived Whites felt free Turn the lights off we all the same colour Don't turn them on I want my son to know the history But to not repeat it. They say follow your leader How can you follow corruption? Zuma this zuma that Its all illusion I'll only follow u twitter I want you to retweet all the ish I'll be posting about you,the Raping,The Nkandla part,The Cheating,The Art and the bunch of wives Yes I voted,I still don't know why I voted Helen Zille only speaks xhosa in time of elections Jacob Zuma gives free taxis only to the voting station Julius Malema will bring apartheid back it is said on radio stations Mandela spent most time in hospital All of a sudden his dead Was he even in jail before? Oscar Pistorius ran to **** His now a criminal. Mandela note on my hand But valueless Our economy is dying Our world is dying My Dear South Africa..No Power!

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“Ethnic cleansing” is an hygienic phrase Which could have rolled off Joseph Goebbels' tongue. That Balkan soil from which the Great War sprung Still yields the crop of hatred neighbours raise. A Pole who twists the ******** in praise Swept Hani from the Boksburg social rung And still the scent of frangipani hung And clung like power while the townships blaze. Was Nietzsche right when he said God was dead? Now whose redemption song can Marley sing? Why won't we see the hater suffers too? “Love” was the word Christ-Buddha-Allah said. Love fuelled the dream of Martin Luther King. God, forgive them, they know well what they do.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC

andrew-m-bell

GOLGOTHA

“Ethnic cleansing” is an hygienic phrase Which could have rolled off Joseph Goebbels' tongue. That Balkan soil from which the Great War sprung Still yields the crop of hatred neighbours raise. A Pole who twists the ******** in praise Swept Hani from the Boksburg social rung And still the scent of frangipani hung And clung like power while the townships blaze. Was Nietzsche right when he said God was dead? Now whose redemption song can Marley sing? Why won't we see the hater suffers too? “Love” was the word Christ-Buddha-Allah said. Love fuelled the dream of Martin Luther King. God, forgive them, they know well what they do.

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SometimesIlookoutofthewindow And Iwo nder Ifwe eve ndes Erve this beau tiful pla netw Edidnothingtoearn,andtrytolooka Tev ery thing Alit tleb itdiffe Ren tlyt hanI'd Bee nta ught AllmylifeonthiswonderfuloldEarth

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Aug 16, 2015

Aug 16, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC

loveandthelackofit

Poems for People #4 - wolf spirit - Perspective

SometimesIlookoutofthewindow And Iwo nder Ifwe eve ndes Erve this beau tiful pla netw Edidnothingtoearn,andtrytolooka Tev ery thing Alit tleb itdiffe Ren tlyt hanI'd Bee nta ught AllmylifeonthiswonderfuloldEarth

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başım çatlıyor birkaç gündür sirayet ediyor yaşıma kalp ağrısı diyor doktor ağır yükler taşıma biteviye tırlatmış olmalı diye düşünmüş olsa gerek ki bin miligram davul yazmış bir de tokmak ruhuma deng-i kalp vücut bulsun sabah sertliğim sakinleşsin diye halbuki bungee jumping seviyorum ben düzüşmek yükseklerde ve göze almak yere çakılmayı meretin sekiz seviyesinde yoksa corvet teyzenin bir yıldır kullandığı gergedan kokan süngerinden ne farkı kalır geçen yılların yazdığı reçeteyi buruşturup attım çöpe bronx’a gitmeliydim acil uyurken zürefa cebimde mary jane özlemiştir diye düşündüm eski bir pigme masalı zihnimde dışarısı soğuk ve uğulgan karsa sokakta anadan üryan bir taksi bile yoktu etrafta o yüzden daldım bir bara göz gözü görmüyordu kapıda birkaç kafayı bulan adam ve kadınlar bir ton lakırdı vardı kadehlerden taşan ****** mary dedim varsa en sert olanından et yığını biriydi barmen ceza yazan trafik polisine bakar gibi bakıyordum ki bacardim de var dedi arzu ederseniz ****** dedim ağır çekim sigaramın dumanından manhattan’dan mısın diye sordu kadehi uzatırken mardin’liyim dedim hani şu kapısı şen olan anlamadım dedi ben de avukatım gelmeden konuşmam sustu hergele penceredeydi gözüm oysa ince ince yağıyordu kar kırım kongo şeklinde ve ayaklarımdan ateş hızla yol alıyor beynime işte o an ölüm provamı düşledim bir an mary jane defin kortejinde ceviz kaplama gövdem bu yıl değilse gelecek sene diye geçti aklımdan ve çene’deki muhteşem temaşa "işte böyle"... Vaha

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC

Vaha

Mary Jane'e Yürümek

başım çatlıyor birkaç gündür sirayet ediyor yaşıma kalp ağrısı diyor doktor ağır yükler taşıma biteviye tırlatmış olmalı diye düşünmüş olsa gerek ki bin miligram davul yazmış bir de tokmak ruhuma deng-i kalp vücut bulsun sabah sertliğim sakinleşsin diye halbuki bungee jumping seviyorum ben düzüşmek yükseklerde ve göze almak yere çakılmayı meretin sekiz seviyesinde yoksa corvet teyzenin bir yıldır kullandığı gergedan kokan süngerinden ne farkı kalır geçen yılların yazdığı reçeteyi buruşturup attım çöpe bronx’a gitmeliydim acil uyurken zürefa cebimde mary jane özlemiştir diye düşündüm eski bir pigme masalı zihnimde dışarısı soğuk ve uğulgan karsa sokakta anadan üryan bir taksi bile yoktu etrafta o yüzden daldım bir bara göz gözü görmüyordu kapıda birkaç kafayı bulan adam ve kadınlar bir ton lakırdı vardı kadehlerden taşan ****** mary dedim varsa en sert olanından et yığını biriydi barmen ceza yazan trafik polisine bakar gibi bakıyordum ki bacardim de var dedi arzu ederseniz ****** dedim ağır çekim sigaramın dumanından manhattan’dan mısın diye sordu kadehi uzatırken mardin’liyim dedim hani şu kapısı şen olan anlamadım dedi ben de avukatım gelmeden konuşmam sustu hergele penceredeydi gözüm oysa ince ince yağıyordu kar kırım kongo şeklinde ve ayaklarımdan ateş hızla yol alıyor beynime işte o an ölüm provamı düşledim bir an mary jane defin kortejinde ceviz kaplama gövdem bu yıl değilse gelecek sene diye geçti aklımdan ve çene’deki muhteşem temaşa "işte böyle"... Vaha

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*I knew that I was Icarus flying to you my sun I knew that I would burn, just as we thought but mine is never ending like that in the book Oh Hani, I maybe writing this letter, words that wont take effect because I somehow know already that you are never for me still i write this because i feel that it could be something of significance in my life because your effect to me Is something so obscure yet it hit me so hard* My heart stopped... when I saw it then it started beating this weird and lovely rhythm the minute- you talked to me I barely cant write a song about it, but this makes just my mind go crazy and I realized that my words now got lost. I'm struggling in these waters, waiting and hoping for you to save me but I know you just wouldn't Even if this paper crowds- -full, this ink runs out and though I have already poured my feelings out I somehow know in fear that my feelings and your feelings will never be the same. Just two lines that don't meet each other Parallel lines, we are walking in this world. More difficult than math and asymptotes that don't collide I'd rather vanish. but nothing would change -I still wouldn't matter and my thought would blur- out still not crossing your life. But I know it will always be here * For you *

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Dec 1, 2013

Dec 1, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC

maybelle-chromey-lim

A forfeited love story

*I knew that I was Icarus flying to you my sun I knew that I would burn, just as we thought but mine is never ending like that in the book Oh Hani, I maybe writing this letter, words that wont take effect because I somehow know already that you are never for me still i write this because i feel that it could be something of significance in my life because your effect to me Is something so obscure yet it hit me so hard* My heart stopped... when I saw it then it started beating this weird and lovely rhythm the minute- you talked to me I barely cant write a song about it, but this makes just my mind go crazy and I realized that my words now got lost. I'm struggling in these waters, waiting and hoping for you to save me but I know you just wouldn't Even if this paper crowds- -full, this ink runs out and though I have already poured my feelings out I somehow know in fear that my feelings and your feelings will never be the same. Just two lines that don't meet each other Parallel lines, we are walking in this world. More difficult than math and asymptotes that don't collide I'd rather vanish. but nothing would change -I still wouldn't matter and my thought would blur- out still not crossing your life. But I know it will always be here * For you *

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Long taim mi sa mekim rong, gutpla tingting em i kamap. Em ikam na em i toktok wantem mi, na em i tok olsem, "Noken bisi long bihainim gris blong snek olsem ya, bihainim tok blong mi na bai yu inap". Long nait, nek blo yu isave hamamasim mi. Na long moning, hanmak blong yu i woklo stiaim mi long ol gutpla gutpla rot igo long gutpla gutpla wara. Olgeta hevi i woklo lus. Long taim mi pasim tingting stret long yu, orait mitupla ikam kamap pinis long maunten igo antap. Na antap blong em i antap moa winim ol klaut. Hau bai mi sakim tok blo yu o? Mi nonap, long wanem, tok blong yu i switpla tumas olsem hani i kapsait niupla tru long sait blong diwai. Bai mi hamamas moa yet na nomoa bihainim snek nem blong em, rong.

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC

Gheriyo

Gutpla Tingting isave Tok

Long taim mi sa mekim rong, gutpla tingting em i kamap. Em ikam na em i toktok wantem mi, na em i tok olsem, "Noken bisi long bihainim gris blong snek olsem ya, bihainim tok blong mi na bai yu inap". Long nait, nek blo yu isave hamamasim mi. Na long moning, hanmak blong yu i woklo stiaim mi long ol gutpla gutpla rot igo long gutpla gutpla wara. Olgeta hevi i woklo lus. Long taim mi pasim tingting stret long yu, orait mitupla ikam kamap pinis long maunten igo antap. Na antap blong em i antap moa winim ol klaut. Hau bai mi sakim tok blo yu o? Mi nonap, long wanem, tok blong yu i switpla tumas olsem hani i kapsait niupla tru long sait blong diwai. Bai mi hamamas moa yet na nomoa bihainim snek nem blong em, rong.

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*Nothing to lose, No love to prove. Only my words to confuse. Let our words move to a groove. For a world will see. What the written word can be. Stronger than the might of a sword. To stop you people getting bored. Listen out loud. Yes, all of you in the crowd. It's time for peace. Put down your guns. And let the violence cease*. **Therefore I’ll watch the clouds drop down the rain. As I dig out the best of words from inside my veins. Spread my thoughts using nothing but a poets feather and ink. While I try not to blink as to watch the people of the world drop down their silver swords. and harmful guns. I’m not saying we should all act pure like nuns. Now let’s start off from where we begun. Nothing to lose, No love to prove. Only my words to confuse. Believe or not I’m writing these words without even sipping on ***** or listening to jazz and blues** ~

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC

carolin

Nothing to lose (A collaboration with Hani Shibli)

*Nothing to lose, No love to prove. Only my words to confuse. Let our words move to a groove. For a world will see. What the written word can be. Stronger than the might of a sword. To stop you people getting bored. Listen out loud. Yes, all of you in the crowd. It's time for peace. Put down your guns. And let the violence cease*. **Therefore I’ll watch the clouds drop down the rain. As I dig out the best of words from inside my veins. Spread my thoughts using nothing but a poets feather and ink. While I try not to blink as to watch the people of the world drop down their silver swords. and harmful guns. I’m not saying we should all act pure like nuns. Now let’s start off from where we begun. Nothing to lose, No love to prove. Only my words to confuse. Believe or not I’m writing these words without even sipping on ***** or listening to jazz and blues** ~

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*Lyrical love. Sent from above. Could I be in heaven? No, it's 20 to seven. Still in bed, can't get it through my head. Wake up, get up! Time to emerge, and feel that surge. They tell me, it's the beauty of life! We live and struggle, to endure this strife. My heads in a muddle. The words are flowing, But girl, I'm in trouble. At the intersection, Losing my direction* **Grab onto my hand. I’ll take you out of this rubble and trouble. We’ll live in our own bubble. Off off and away we’ll go to wonderland. Where the fairies fly and cast spells with their magical wands and watch the black swans. While they sit and dangle their tiny feet in ponds and sing all kinds of happy songs. Grab on to my hand and watch the lilacs float away as the cool breeze moves them up and down upon the crystal clear waters. So wake up, get up we have no time to waste we have dreams and butterflies that are waiting to be chased. And cigarette smokes to be blown up up and away at the end of the day. Grab onto my hand and ill show you the beauty of life and this wonderland**. Girl, girl take me away. yearn to live for another day. These crazy dreams, I can't believe . Can it be real? Acquisition, proposition, definition of an unattainable life. It's never enough. But, one look in your eye, and I dismiss all the tough, existence I see. That ravages my mind, never letting me be. I take your hand, so tall we stand. This world we see, has destiny. Some say is written, but **** it hurts! Like I've just been bitten. Ambiguous grey clouds, need to push through. To puff away the moments that hold me so blue. I waited for love, from heavens above. I'm an only planet which orbits your sun. I feed off your warm energy, photosynthesis of heart and mind. Our bodies in turn, reach out and burn. The chlorophyll I make, will never break, on this leaf of life we share* ~

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Dec 21, 2014

Dec 21, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC

carolin

Lyrical love (A collaboration with Hani Shibli)

*Lyrical love. Sent from above. Could I be in heaven? No, it's 20 to seven. Still in bed, can't get it through my head. Wake up, get up! Time to emerge, and feel that surge. They tell me, it's the beauty of life! We live and struggle, to endure this strife. My heads in a muddle. The words are flowing, But girl, I'm in trouble. At the intersection, Losing my direction* **Grab onto my hand. I’ll take you out of this rubble and trouble. We’ll live in our own bubble. Off off and away we’ll go to wonderland. Where the fairies fly and cast spells with their magical wands and watch the black swans. While they sit and dangle their tiny feet in ponds and sing all kinds of happy songs. Grab on to my hand and watch the lilacs float away as the cool breeze moves them up and down upon the crystal clear waters. So wake up, get up we have no time to waste we have dreams and butterflies that are waiting to be chased. And cigarette smokes to be blown up up and away at the end of the day. Grab onto my hand and ill show you the beauty of life and this wonderland**. Girl, girl take me away. yearn to live for another day. These crazy dreams, I can't believe . Can it be real? Acquisition, proposition, definition of an unattainable life. It's never enough. But, one look in your eye, and I dismiss all the tough, existence I see. That ravages my mind, never letting me be. I take your hand, so tall we stand. This world we see, has destiny. Some say is written, but **** it hurts! Like I've just been bitten. Ambiguous grey clouds, need to push through. To puff away the moments that hold me so blue. I waited for love, from heavens above. I'm an only planet which orbits your sun. I feed off your warm energy, photosynthesis of heart and mind. Our bodies in turn, reach out and burn. The chlorophyll I make, will never break, on this leaf of life we share* ~

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acıklı filmlerden nefret ederim yine de bir bilet veriliyor bir akşam giriyorsun suareye ilk başlar yormuyor on dakika aradan sonra saplıyor kadın bıçağı bir şey hissetmiyorsun önce teğet geçiyor kalbi kahkahaları ölmüyor adam, beter oluyor oksijen azalan beyninde Tanrım! ne dangalak kareler çıkmak istiyor duygular sıyrılmak derisinden ama imkansız seni de çekiyor içine mayıs bir sürüngenin dilinde yerleşiyorsun salon salomanje sandığın karanlık dehlize uluorta oynaşıyor kadın adamdan imtina ettiği günışıklarını bolca dağıtıyor evrene sevmek, sevilmek şehir efsanesi duygu yitiminde kopuyor kıyamet evriliyor bukalemun gibi benliğine hücreleri çiğnerken kalp atışların sevişiyor yabancı bir gövdeyle ne cüretkar bir senaryo işbirlikçiden söz etmiyor film senaryoda olduğu halde fakat ben görüyorum uzaktan yakınlar birbirilerine aynı familyagil, yani o da sürüngen hani şu arada bir köpek kılığına giren ve fakat adamın ifadesi alınıyor hastanede temmuz köpeğimi çağrın diye bas bas bağırıyor adam bukalemun onun yüreğinde... Vaha

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Feb 13, 2019

Feb 13, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC

Vaha

Bukalemun

acıklı filmlerden nefret ederim yine de bir bilet veriliyor bir akşam giriyorsun suareye ilk başlar yormuyor on dakika aradan sonra saplıyor kadın bıçağı bir şey hissetmiyorsun önce teğet geçiyor kalbi kahkahaları ölmüyor adam, beter oluyor oksijen azalan beyninde Tanrım! ne dangalak kareler çıkmak istiyor duygular sıyrılmak derisinden ama imkansız seni de çekiyor içine mayıs bir sürüngenin dilinde yerleşiyorsun salon salomanje sandığın karanlık dehlize uluorta oynaşıyor kadın adamdan imtina ettiği günışıklarını bolca dağıtıyor evrene sevmek, sevilmek şehir efsanesi duygu yitiminde kopuyor kıyamet evriliyor bukalemun gibi benliğine hücreleri çiğnerken kalp atışların sevişiyor yabancı bir gövdeyle ne cüretkar bir senaryo işbirlikçiden söz etmiyor film senaryoda olduğu halde fakat ben görüyorum uzaktan yakınlar birbirilerine aynı familyagil, yani o da sürüngen hani şu arada bir köpek kılığına giren ve fakat adamın ifadesi alınıyor hastanede temmuz köpeğimi çağrın diye bas bas bağırıyor adam bukalemun onun yüreğinde... Vaha

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*Can you hear it ? Can you hear it ? The mermaids whispering secrets to the shells found in the red sea. They don't have flowers in their hair. All they do all day is laugh without a care with pink clam shells surrounding them everywhere. Seaweed wrapped around their necks looking prettier than diamonds and stone gems. Can you hear them from the distance over there upon the coral reefs. Sitting and singing in peace. If you hear them would you tell me please* **For they make a sound like no other, sweeter and softer than any lover. Among-st those timeless whispering waves, spirits so free, that we all desire to be. Unleashed from lives that hold them as slaves. Free, free, so, so, leave them be**

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC

carolin

Can you hear it ? ( A Collaboration with Hani Shibli )

*Can you hear it ? Can you hear it ? The mermaids whispering secrets to the shells found in the red sea. They don't have flowers in their hair. All they do all day is laugh without a care with pink clam shells surrounding them everywhere. Seaweed wrapped around their necks looking prettier than diamonds and stone gems. Can you hear them from the distance over there upon the coral reefs. Sitting and singing in peace. If you hear them would you tell me please* **For they make a sound like no other, sweeter and softer than any lover. Among-st those timeless whispering waves, spirits so free, that we all desire to be. Unleashed from lives that hold them as slaves. Free, free, so, so, leave them be**

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As a lactose intolerant cow whirring lion eye zing dual (Banjo playing) Manichean ("FAKE") keen man womanizing, faux nymphomaniac wannabe, I cone only scream about visualizing nip pulling and getting a breast of Hani La (vanilla), this sweltering unfreezing Wednesday while mouth watering chiefly hanker for milch of human kindness, which titillating fanciful fandom fantasies skinny dipping into soliloquizing whet dreams har made sadly, simply, and sorely realizing test tickles quizzing noggin merely figment of fertile imagination pricking prurient potent plentifully oozing naughty salacious, licentious, and felicitous evocations pulsating hypnotically invoking trance send dint overriding gloriously flirtatious escapade needling my over active thought processes monopolizing ability to focus attention trying to compose joyous leavening, sans jump starting massaging, and kneading dormant limp libido liberating panting allied force, which seems tubby in axis Sybil for Nick - A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie, frantically, gingerly, and haphazardly kickstarting ***** riot with this feeble attempt for a firm hut heave action, one docile male member devoid of livingsocial, hence aye **** sitter ring joining a nunnery, which would be habit chilly unfitting, and very un convent shin null for a poetic ending!

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Aug 29, 2018

Aug 29, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Aye Chalk Lot, A Boot The Latest Scoop

As a lactose intolerant cow whirring lion eye zing dual (Banjo playing) Manichean ("FAKE") keen man womanizing, faux nymphomaniac wannabe, I cone only scream about visualizing nip pulling and getting a breast of Hani La (vanilla), this sweltering unfreezing Wednesday while mouth watering chiefly hanker for milch of human kindness, which titillating fanciful fandom fantasies skinny dipping into soliloquizing whet dreams har made sadly, simply, and sorely realizing test tickles quizzing noggin merely figment of fertile imagination pricking prurient potent plentifully oozing naughty salacious, licentious, and felicitous evocations pulsating hypnotically invoking trance send dint overriding gloriously flirtatious escapade needling my over active thought processes monopolizing ability to focus attention trying to compose joyous leavening, sans jump starting massaging, and kneading dormant limp libido liberating panting allied force, which seems tubby in axis Sybil for Nick - A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie, frantically, gingerly, and haphazardly kickstarting ***** riot with this feeble attempt for a firm hut heave action, one docile male member devoid of livingsocial, hence aye **** sitter ring joining a nunnery, which would be habit chilly unfitting, and very un convent shin null for a poetic ending!

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By Eng. Hani Ghanem We... we are still alive... breathe the morning sun, do not walk away from the heat of afternoon. Every day we say goodbye to the moment of sunset and wait for the nightly pretty pictures !!! We... we are still alive... quickly drink morning coffee we have no time for lunch... Many Affairs have stolen friends from us, others have driven away our beloved ones We still have yellow hope !! Moon still has two faces: Known face is overlooking the sun And the hidden one is waiting us !!! We still yearn for a beautiful word, a thin smile, hiss affectionate, and crazy groans

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Jan 3, 2017

Jan 3, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC

hani-h-ghanem

Yellow Hope

By Eng. Hani Ghanem We... we are still alive... breathe the morning sun, do not walk away from the heat of afternoon. Every day we say goodbye to the moment of sunset and wait for the nightly pretty pictures !!! We... we are still alive... quickly drink morning coffee we have no time for lunch... Many Affairs have stolen friends from us, others have driven away our beloved ones We still have yellow hope !! Moon still has two faces: Known face is overlooking the sun And the hidden one is waiting us !!! We still yearn for a beautiful word, a thin smile, hiss affectionate, and crazy groans

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