"hing" poems
Het was herfst en vakantie. En vakantie en herfst.
En het was herfstvakantie.
Blaadjes hingen in de lucht.
Veel blaadjes hingen er, maar vooral veel liefde.
Al hing die niet, maar sprankelde en glinsterde.
Weg zijn de blaadjes en de straatjes van toen, maar kortbij is de liefde van toen en nu.
Die sprankelt en glinstert. Nog altijd, en voor altijd.
Naast elkaar in het busje als twee sterretjes naast elkaar aan een donkere koude hemel.
Het flesje de regen van de nacht.
De popcorn mijn hersens die wegsmolten.
De aanrakingen van lippen de zachte streling van de wind.
Ik denk dat vallende sterren is wat wij zijn.
Wat zijn we anders dan vol vuur en liefde vallend voor elkaar?
DREAMYWANDERER
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please—no bees to hum—
The coming spring’s already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
’Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm’s best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O’er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove’s brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring—the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature’s white spurts of the spring.
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You left nothing, only the Stevens book
That read: There is not nothing, no, no never…
Nothing and a yellow bicycle:
Two tires on a rickety frame.
When I do pick up a poem,
It’s to hear the gravel cadence of you,
Softer, informed by everything that spins:
A world, a bicycle, a chestnut tumbling
Downhill the city’s painted a roadside path,
My collarbone’s begun to mend.
The house gets drafty late afternoons
So I learn to cook:
Turmeric, cayenne. Hing & coriander.
cardamom. Cumin & mustard seeds.
Hing’s a pungent flower called asafetida
And corriander’s just cilantro.
Icy fingers spindle wheels on window panes.
I leave the teakettle to boil.
Spokes of trees shiver in the silverish dusk
Taking lessons from everything bare,
I let in the cold to hear
No stones turned in the drive.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 7:48 AM UTC
Make m e beli ev e
I'm b e a u t i f u l beca use I b elie ve I' m n o t
Regretting you g et in side my h e a d wit h eve rythi ng you e v er sa id
Regretting the th ings I di d to cha nge m yself
Ove rt hin kin g; A nd
Reme m ber ing eve ryt hing I we nt th rou gh
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Sa atubangan sa balay
Kita nagtagboay
Nagkita sa ilalom sa tulay
Didto ta nagdinasmagay
Ug didto gipatay
Hing uli nag-agaay
Pila kabulan ang hing labay
Kitang duha nag-iponay
Sud-an permi ang kamunggay
Hinay-hinay wa nay timplahay
Ug kitang duha nagpinistihay
Mas maayo pang magpinatyanay
Naguol si tatay
Kay giuli ko nimo sa balay
Sugod ato wa nata nag-ambatanay
Puro na ta bungulanay
Gawas sa siplatay
Ako nagmahay-mahay
Wa dyud nasayop si nanay
Mas maayo pa ang magbunlay
Naay matanom bisan gamay
Kaming tanan mangalipay
Kaysa sa mangilay
Kay naay katagbo sa tulay
Ako diay si Badiday
Apelido ko Diniay
Isog pagka pinay
Di kabalo mo tagay
Ang kusog mo kiay
Sa mga problemang lumalabay
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC
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She gazed upon †he grea† expanse,
sof† sand hid small †oes on her fee†.
A deser† daisy gen†ly caressed her hands,
†he sunshine made her day comple†e.
She walked alone on this beautiful day.
This li††le angel had jus† †urned seven.
†o ga†her her momma a fresh bouque†,
for some reason has lef† her for Heaven.
Each flower was burdened with a clump of dir†,
I wi†nessed the swee†es† †hing †oday.
I had cried and wiped †ears on my shir†,
when my mind said †o jus† walk away.
"Daddy, can Jesus le† her come ou† †o play?
How do you answer a young girl of seven?
"Jus† like we did †he o†her day."
"We can, when we ge† †o Heaven."
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Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 10:35 PM UTC
she chewed through my ribs
& attached me to wings
subsistent, pretending
I don't need a thing
she pushed through my body
propelling a shriek
her hand fits me close
& her sleep fit my sheets
but I'm done with she's perfect
I'm shrinking in blinks
& I'm sick of this
balancing stilts built on dreams
& I've stopped all this tripping
my shoes are on tight
but I'll
fall asleep
hoping
you slept good tonight
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Angst paces around the room gibbering to himself, and scratching the hair off his head. “ I need, I need to find it. Ally’s key… Aye, just the mad hing to lock it”. The door’s been left open for weeks, and the filth has been pouring in relentlessly: “ My Boyfriend was average till he discovered these miracle pills”, “ Icelandic Brides”, “ Think Rich. Be Rich”, “ Wonga: YOU pay when YOU can”, “. It’s all piled up and yet scattered throughout this already cluttered space; mixing in with the mess of the severed heads and rolling eyes. Angst paces through the filth, eating some every other hour. But he carries on searching for the key ( or the wee hing) he needs to shut all this out and think.
He lights a cigarette from one of the candles on the long table(12 chairs accompany the piece, but there is only one, as there is only need for one just now) and passes the rest of the day watching the smoke swivel into a thumbs up icon or a question mark in a thought bubble( or anything else blue and white). All the while sifting through the filth for that wee hing’; stopping every hour or so to feed on it.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
expectations crowded my mind in the days when my desperation was sorta high.
it felt like i fitted in with the rest, fitted into their league of rash lovers and surface swimmers.
it started with a "had enough."
which led to me having to rush and led to my second decision and then it hit me hard on me but yet so soft and subtle--it seemed to be.
bothering and confusing, assumptions were made.
And they tormented me yesterday and the day before, and the day before....it nearly got me today.
i saw ________ again and i chose to shut my eyes, just not completely, i chose to slip by but not ignoring the fact that i knew ________ saw me at the corners of ___ eye.
i didn't even wave goodbye or smiled a "hi".
sigh, how could i forget, the making of a moon?
a laughter that made me cringe and sin,
a memory that never seems to fade away, a lasting portrait still swings in my mind today.
only when i see _____.
if i don't know i have let ___ down already, when ___ expected a nicely wrapped gift from me.
my heart and my chest was tied tightly together, and i seem to be unable to breathe, and i seem to pause only to know that i am sinking in, bre e e eeeeeeeee a t hing in.
i place them into
your hands,
i do not know what will happen, but i am rest assured in your plans.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHING. WORTHLESS.
LOSER. FAILURE. NO GOOD. NOTHING. WOR
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R. FAILURE.
NO GOOD.
NOTHING. WORTHLESS. LOSE
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RTHLESS.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
So, you want to be somebody?
When I was your age,
so did I.
I thought I had some secret talent,
so I reached for the sky.
I had everything to do
and forever to do it.
There were adventures for me;
opportunities -- I knew it.
Look at me now -- forty-four
getting old, gaining weight.
I would never have guessed
that this was my fate.
I couldn't get rich and famous,
try as I might
the worst part is that
I did everything right
I had straight As,
I stayed out of trouble,
never once broke the law
(and kind of lived in a bubble)
Well son, where'd I go wrong?
'cause that's the path to success.
Now I rot in an office, barely living
on donuts and gas station coffee -- I digress.
Anyway, no -- stay in school.
The numbers say that you can't, so you won't.
Never chase after daydreams --
Thank me later when you don't.
Okay -- I hear you haven't been doing your homework?
Listen, son.
They're here to teach you, you;re
hereto obey.
If homework wasnt impooooortant
would you get it every day??
You see if you dont do your homework, youll get annswers wrong, and wrong is the worstt hing to be,You can 't learn by gettting your testing testing answers wrong. Your future will be a shotin the dark and youll probablymiss. Okay?
obey.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Someone told me
you can't write (p)oetry ab(o)ut things
you don't want to romanticiz(e).
So for a long (t)ime
(because of w(r)ong people like (y)ou)
I d(i)dn't write drunk,
becau(s)e the(n) I c(o)uldn't
guard my feelings.
But now I'm drunk as hell
and no(t)hing in my life
is close to romantic
and I don't have to explain to you
why (b)oats, oc(e)ans, and words
are the only things
that e(a)se my open wo(u)nds.
I don'(t) have to tell you why
I don't scream or cry or f(i)ght
when I think about how many of my (f)riends
killed themselves.
I write instead,
and it's not romantic.
I am not
in love
with words.
I am
in love
with them
and they're no longer here,
breathing, holding my hand,
and singing me songs about rivers
and how we'll always find each other.
But we won't,
because there's not a
single ******* romantic thing
about how I'll never hold their hands
again.
So I drink,
and I write,
and I do not (l)isten
to people like you.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
🧭Ik kan me niet meer voorstellen
met welke fout het begon.
Maar ik weet wel dat ik het
met mijn eigen krachten overwon.
🧭Maar nu weken later
denk ik echter.
Doe ik het nou zo beroerd
of ben ik gewoon niet zo'n vechter.
🧭Want steeds stapje voor stapje
tikt de klok mij aan.
Het is zo verwarrend
hoe laat de zal wijzer slaan.
🧭Ik begon in het Nederlands
maar toen ging ik echter plat.
naar blijken is ruw zijn
nog veel erger als glad.
🧭En welke taal ik ook spreek
of welke ik niet kan verstaan.
Er is op dit moment gewoon
geen ene bal meer aan.
🧭Over ballen gesproken
Rond, groot en klein.
Maar waarom rolt de mijne niet?
Het zal wel een ovale zijn.
🧭Of ligt het aan de wind
en waait hij continue naar west.
Of hier in het noorden
werkt dat dan niet best.
🧭Ik kan honderd dingen denken
maar schijnbaar niet dat ene ding.
Want waarom val ik in de put
als ik er daarnet nog boven hing.
🧭Ik denk dat ik een gokje wagen kan:
het is de innerlijke kracht.
Ik was overtuigd dat ik sterk was,
word ik daarom neer gebracht?
🧭En toch ben ik wel overtuigd
dat ik vol zit met wil en moed.
Maar dat ik toch nog twijfel
niet over een ander maar wat ik zelf doet.
🧭Waarom is het in het oosten
niet zoals in het westen.
En waarom zijn er boeren
die zo onlogisch gaan bemesten.
🧭Het hele doel is toch
om het land goed te maken.
Waarom zul je dan zonder duidelijkheid
je mede mens afkraken.
🧭Wat heb ik toch zo fout gedaan
dat de wereld toch zo doet.
Nee absoluut ik deed ook fout
maar, momenteel bedoel ik goed.
🧭Hoop toch dat de mens nu ontdekt
dat ik veel goed wil doen.
Maar nogmaals ik begrijp het niet
waarom is het ineens anders als toen.
🧭Ik bedoel, ik ben ook maar mens
Iedereen maakt toch weleens een fout?
Of ben ik de enige
zonder peper of zout?
🧭Had graag willen weten
wat de echte reden was.
Maar waar ik ook woon, merk ik
dat ik leef zonder duidelijk kompas.
🧭With full heart: Diegó. P. Siemsen.🧭
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
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evinces atavistic miniaturization,
where nascent differentiation wrought
physical resemblance to - seek reachers,
sans Tarzan and Jane forebears,
or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut
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where dome min ant
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took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick
microscopic threads ineluctably
hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught
heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat,
whether as:
the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind
by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought
tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant,
when one seem n
thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge,
hooping an ova to snag,
though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought
in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens
one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine
tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser
than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte
nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated
madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught
thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought
years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter
pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified
in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet),
and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep
such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
Ridges cut sliver thin
etched inner folds
with iron flint.
A mold once smoldered,
crimson, no longer.
Cooled, bent to the hing
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
wrapped on your lap;
eyes-caught\\sharing- breaths
squeeze press.heels.to.your.back
one thumb pressed to my hip
while/your/fingERs/slide/inside
...nails/break/skin...
moUths locked in a kiss;...
my hand pulls your hair//
~fingers~TangLed~
the other,...
holding on-foR-dear-life.
digging//in
ribs-to-chest
~pressing~into~yoU~
^^breaThing^^labored^^
puLLing-you-in...
and...in
...and
in (sidE//deepeR)
Biting yo(my)ur lip
pUsh-me-to-the-bed
mouth, taking, over, where
fing//ers//be//gan
puLl.your.teeth.closer
~so~lost~in~the~moment ~
pulsing cosmic tendRils
of explosive t.a.n.g.e.r.i.n.e.
throughout all of my
...being.
anD i never need another
thing;... again
except.thIs.moment.
~as~you~reveal~
...my
cOmplete...
sur//reN//der.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
i co uld be somet hing or no thing ether way this i s ev ery th in g
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
does it look like i need you in my life?
i have everything under control, thank you very much.
there is really nothing you could do to help me.
i've got this, okay.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Even as the words
Tumbled out
I knew I was lost
As if thoughts
Transformed into
Language
Transport me
Instantly
Into
The last forest
Of my childhood
I am on the brink
Waiting to crumble
Waiting for
The right spirit
To catch me
When I
Collapse
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
It's quite peaceful
To be in nature.
It's also gets
Boring cause nothing
Happens,
sometimes you need this.
Sometimes you need
*** and soda,
With some ice and a hing
Of lime.
It's like a dance,
You know.
Life seems to move
From good to bad
From bad to good.
It's a trip
And like all trips it
Has an end.
And also a middle
And maybe this trip comes
With free drinks, drugs
And love to go around.
****
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC