"hund" poems - Hello Poetry

Ye evar 'eard oda' masta' inna swamps? E'a man hund wid 'is hands. . .take down a gator inna fide? Yeah ah-boy, he a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Ain't nah trapping, nor'a line, no kedjewel, or time, -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Swimmin' inna wad-eh got skin made-o' armah, -inna mud, inna grasses, eh-no teachin' it in classes, strike wid juss a knife inna hand he's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. No ricel, no Glock, no light out innna night, -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. If you's can **** widout a ricel you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator.

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Born Alligator(K-Jun)

Ye evar 'eard oda' masta' inna swamps? E'a man hund wid 'is hands. . .take down a gator inna fide? Yeah ah-boy, he a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Ain't nah trapping, nor'a line, no kedjewel, or time, -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Swimmin' inna wad-eh got skin made-o' armah, -inna mud, inna grasses, eh-no teachin' it in classes, strike wid juss a knife inna hand he's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. No ricel, no Glock, no light out innna night, -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator. If you's can **** widout a ricel you's a Bone Alligator, Bone Alligator Bone Alligator.

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Fingerprints and fibers, Accumulated talk, Whispers in the corners, Bodies demarcated in chalk On the marble courtroom stairs. His misery became a pall. With mourning signs in splattered pairs, Red flowers on the wall. All that he had left behind was grief And powerless rage, A Tansu chest in high relief, A coiled brass clock fatigued with age. Retreating to a white house in Simrishamn, He’d walk his dog along the shore, Find sterile clues amongst the sands, And travel a ferry between two lands. And now: An experiment! Blame Google Translate for this weird (?) Swedish translation: Please tell me if this is a bad translation! Fingeravtryck och fibrer, Ackumulerat samtal, Viskar i hörnen, Kroppar avgränsad i krita På marmor rättssal trappor. Hans elände blev en pall. Med sorgsignaler i splatterade par, Röda blommor på väggen. Allt som han hade lämnat var sorg Och maktlös raseri, En Tansu bröst i hög lättnad, En spolad mässingsklocka utmanad med åldern. Att återvända till ett vitt hus i Simrishamn, Han skulle gå sin hund längs stranden, Hitta sterila ledtrådar bland sandarna,

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC

sharon-talbot

Wallander

Fingerprints and fibers, Accumulated talk, Whispers in the corners, Bodies demarcated in chalk On the marble courtroom stairs. His misery became a pall. With mourning signs in splattered pairs, Red flowers on the wall. All that he had left behind was grief And powerless rage, A Tansu chest in high relief, A coiled brass clock fatigued with age. Retreating to a white house in Simrishamn, He’d walk his dog along the shore, Find sterile clues amongst the sands, And travel a ferry between two lands. And now: An experiment! Blame Google Translate for this weird (?) Swedish translation: Please tell me if this is a bad translation! Fingeravtryck och fibrer, Ackumulerat samtal, Viskar i hörnen, Kroppar avgränsad i krita På marmor rättssal trappor. Hans elände blev en pall. Med sorgsignaler i splatterade par, Röda blommor på väggen. Allt som han hade lämnat var sorg Och maktlös raseri, En Tansu bröst i hög lättnad, En spolad mässingsklocka utmanad med åldern. Att återvända till ett vitt hus i Simrishamn, Han skulle gå sin hund längs stranden, Hitta sterila ledtrådar bland sandarna,

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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" - W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming Dachshund Bred to burrow after badgers, what's he doing here? Terrorizing the underwear behind my couch. Is he a true hund, or just a pan-fried sausage with a Bluto chest? I wonder what they called him back then, in the Black Forest, when dogs were dogs. Tracker? Hunter? Try: Baron Von Putt-Putt Tootsie Roll. I'm Scot myself. My people once sacked York. No, this isn't York. It's Plano, Texas. Don't think a Dachshund and a Scot can't sack Dallas from here. Until then, we play our little game: What rough ****** slouches toward my underwear?

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC

jack-ritter

Dachshund

"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" - W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming Dachshund Bred to burrow after badgers, what's he doing here? Terrorizing the underwear behind my couch. Is he a true hund, or just a pan-fried sausage with a Bluto chest? I wonder what they called him back then, in the Black Forest, when dogs were dogs. Tracker? Hunter? Try: Baron Von Putt-Putt Tootsie Roll. I'm Scot myself. My people once sacked York. No, this isn't York. It's Plano, Texas. Don't think a Dachshund and a Scot can't sack Dallas from here. Until then, we play our little game: What rough ****** slouches toward my underwear?

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Fanwisdom gedachting a hearth-billow in my Herz Ich hab' gedacht it fairer still to know Than amongst dein Welt it predisposes is perplexed aloof Extraños kann nicht go where I must go And von und an die spinniest of Hund In peril and with Angsty tougher Hands Will not crepuscular desecration sofort ensue Für nichts ist wichtiger nur ein Liebling mood Versucht wir probs and totes adorbs But still zu schieße tired and hasst to sein Während wir sollen in the proper sense Man oh yeah das Man sagt en vino absorb'd Was wicked waste and After it schmeckt schleck Über ist nicht was es ich verpassen now Most mehr mit Menchen kommt wieso I ask? Wenn wo I know it is so very untoward to cow Kuh oder a coo cannot redeem from drain Zeit and Mal scent rempeln us all or push Klar we cannot stop the starkest Zug Nor yodel holler up the lane for **** And just wenn denkst du, dass eyes is mad Know that for Worten the harshest Lebens macht To get you just to see and versehe sum Unwertens none of us will ever be ich gedacht

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC

rj-days

Eight und Zwanzig für Life

Fanwisdom gedachting a hearth-billow in my Herz Ich hab' gedacht it fairer still to know Than amongst dein Welt it predisposes is perplexed aloof Extraños kann nicht go where I must go And von und an die spinniest of Hund In peril and with Angsty tougher Hands Will not crepuscular desecration sofort ensue Für nichts ist wichtiger nur ein Liebling mood Versucht wir probs and totes adorbs But still zu schieße tired and hasst to sein Während wir sollen in the proper sense Man oh yeah das Man sagt en vino absorb'd Was wicked waste and After it schmeckt schleck Über ist nicht was es ich verpassen now Most mehr mit Menchen kommt wieso I ask? Wenn wo I know it is so very untoward to cow Kuh oder a coo cannot redeem from drain Zeit and Mal scent rempeln us all or push Klar we cannot stop the starkest Zug Nor yodel holler up the lane for **** And just wenn denkst du, dass eyes is mad Know that for Worten the harshest Lebens macht To get you just to see and versehe sum Unwertens none of us will ever be ich gedacht

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His rooms is horribly boreing, Pyscho if you ask me, But what if we shifted points, Id take the highest ground, If only I could girls. He has a boy, One of those tall, Tattooed voodoo doll of a man, I wish, Oh I wish there comes a day, What a day it would be. What happens now, I probably do something about it. Id probably sing the blues, All over again until The hang over you gave me goes away. Hover, stick around to know that I am not your sweet cakes, im not no honey bun twinky love sunshine palm tree, Bull **** if you wanted to know what I knew. His hund drew the window down, The car smelt like a boat, Could of been, My name is mary tonite, Hes henry, the worst possible name, It had to be henry, Henry jesus, henry, Big foot henry. Kept a steady speed all nite, He didnt try anything funny, But he could of made a move. The results, Call the winner for her turkey shoot price. He started getting drunk, Wow really, The only thing stopping me from leaping Out drunk from my body, Was the fact that he had a beard, Bearded turkeys, We arrived at the gas station, Someone had a confession to make. I dont feel like a girl anymore. Its ok your an independent woman. You decide we needed a bag of **** The oldest friend I have agreed, We needed **** Im serious, Swirly ice cream cones at dq, I have some on my nose, you wife it off With a sand paper napkin, it feels like Im addicted to boys like you, Military, im in love with one, This time, Im considering what I need to do. My friend from band is having a crisis, Frank died with the gunmen, Low mobility god brought, *** hole, do something more creative, Cheap, your the cheapest *** hole I know. End of part 1

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC

rachel-23

His Rooms

His rooms is horribly boreing, Pyscho if you ask me, But what if we shifted points, Id take the highest ground, If only I could girls. He has a boy, One of those tall, Tattooed voodoo doll of a man, I wish, Oh I wish there comes a day, What a day it would be. What happens now, I probably do something about it. Id probably sing the blues, All over again until The hang over you gave me goes away. Hover, stick around to know that I am not your sweet cakes, im not no honey bun twinky love sunshine palm tree, Bull **** if you wanted to know what I knew. His hund drew the window down, The car smelt like a boat, Could of been, My name is mary tonite, Hes henry, the worst possible name, It had to be henry, Henry jesus, henry, Big foot henry. Kept a steady speed all nite, He didnt try anything funny, But he could of made a move. The results, Call the winner for her turkey shoot price. He started getting drunk, Wow really, The only thing stopping me from leaping Out drunk from my body, Was the fact that he had a beard, Bearded turkeys, We arrived at the gas station, Someone had a confession to make. I dont feel like a girl anymore. Its ok your an independent woman. You decide we needed a bag of **** The oldest friend I have agreed, We needed **** Im serious, Swirly ice cream cones at dq, I have some on my nose, you wife it off With a sand paper napkin, it feels like Im addicted to boys like you, Military, im in love with one, This time, Im considering what I need to do. My friend from band is having a crisis, Frank died with the gunmen, Low mobility god brought, *** hole, do something more creative, Cheap, your the cheapest *** hole I know. End of part 1

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ale czysto w tej E - U - Ρ - Ω - Π - J - Η. islam leiben historie, nicht Ottoman, Ottoman pseudo Khan, islam leiben historie: eins, zwei, drei und vierte maulkor'bzeugè'naussagé (sausage marathon); they love their history mind you ψι and τρι... kaganiec u stóp w krok stu odpowiedzi w jedną droge: raz jeszcze, w las i w cienie iglą tej tętnicy wybryk chęć na gre, by zadać zbyteczne pytanie! na odpowiedź oskarzyć czas z wiedzą zegara, i tą ostateczną, wartą końca, namylsnością... ponownie oskarzyć jako począt narodu - tylko golasa, warte imie kroka ka ka kar Kasymir'ah! wedle Tsara, czołem w tło wymagań na wyryte zapomnieniem lat: oddech'u Uzbeku chafta wspomnień wiatru i chorongiew latawcy jak niby urojen konceptu narodu... ja człek tylko w psiarni! i tak powiem, tak, wiara, panem na zbyt wiele pamięci Janosika i Radio Maria; o tyle czerpie zgon, ponownie, ponownie, by ocalić, niby swiętego, i pogrzebać swój naród... ale wstyd! wstyd! by ocalić jednego niby swiętego, lecz nadać obszar rodem Polak'a ponad Polske i w ramach Irlandie; jaki to wstyd nawet ten mnie wart, co nie nada snu! co za wstyd - nie warto umierać wiele razy, kiedy ten ostatecny oznacza raz jeszcze - quo vadis, qua lectio? - ten raz jeszcze, i ten ostatni, o tyle wiele poradni przed wieloma nocami snu.

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Jun 7, 2016

Jun 7, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC

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maulkorb hund (forgotten Europe)

ale czysto w tej E - U - Ρ - Ω - Π - J - Η. islam leiben historie, nicht Ottoman, Ottoman pseudo Khan, islam leiben historie: eins, zwei, drei und vierte maulkor'bzeugè'naussagé (sausage marathon); they love their history mind you ψι and τρι... kaganiec u stóp w krok stu odpowiedzi w jedną droge: raz jeszcze, w las i w cienie iglą tej tętnicy wybryk chęć na gre, by zadać zbyteczne pytanie! na odpowiedź oskarzyć czas z wiedzą zegara, i tą ostateczną, wartą końca, namylsnością... ponownie oskarzyć jako począt narodu - tylko golasa, warte imie kroka ka ka kar Kasymir'ah! wedle Tsara, czołem w tło wymagań na wyryte zapomnieniem lat: oddech'u Uzbeku chafta wspomnień wiatru i chorongiew latawcy jak niby urojen konceptu narodu... ja człek tylko w psiarni! i tak powiem, tak, wiara, panem na zbyt wiele pamięci Janosika i Radio Maria; o tyle czerpie zgon, ponownie, ponownie, by ocalić, niby swiętego, i pogrzebać swój naród... ale wstyd! wstyd! by ocalić jednego niby swiętego, lecz nadać obszar rodem Polak'a ponad Polske i w ramach Irlandie; jaki to wstyd nawet ten mnie wart, co nie nada snu! co za wstyd - nie warto umierać wiele razy, kiedy ten ostatecny oznacza raz jeszcze - quo vadis, qua lectio? - ten raz jeszcze, i ten ostatni, o tyle wiele poradni przed wieloma nocami snu.

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tattoo the word Holocaust onto the palm of every African-American.... and wait... Apache! hood crux pixie... heroin addicts in Westplate.... and wait for a century... give it 100 years in Auschwitz... or give it ***** hope for a pear.... and then i'd too coagulate into custard phlegm... auf wiedersehen lenin... contort hippie named contra... armed boa: and that handshake... hoarce Horace! shatayin bigger, bottom-blob bound into eminem.... and it was always to be dirtied by luck... fetish... dodged and the dog and cameod the crucifix... igloos in egypt: senf (mustard) gaz (gas): khaki diarhhea. gravitas in the grün... mein iris... regen bonne hund! volphren kind... prunes of y in iota said: dried out kynd... and pirates toward a je - taime calculator: taming the berserk stierhund... bison-knirschen: hans klaus - myth-gate ᛋᛋ... bolt and Zeus... i am: heritage +. Croatian nazis.... nicht, nic, die volk. annehmen steuern... katakombe denken... ᚠᚨᚱᛟᛖ ᛁᛋᛚᛖᛋ... told: by a hobbit... or originating from Dublin: fuck's sake!

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Jan 8, 2017

Jan 8, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC

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senfgaz: khaki durschfall

tattoo the word Holocaust onto the palm of every African-American.... and wait... Apache! hood crux pixie... heroin addicts in Westplate.... and wait for a century... give it 100 years in Auschwitz... or give it ***** hope for a pear.... and then i'd too coagulate into custard phlegm... auf wiedersehen lenin... contort hippie named contra... armed boa: and that handshake... hoarce Horace! shatayin bigger, bottom-blob bound into eminem.... and it was always to be dirtied by luck... fetish... dodged and the dog and cameod the crucifix... igloos in egypt: senf (mustard) gaz (gas): khaki diarhhea. gravitas in the grün... mein iris... regen bonne hund! volphren kind... prunes of y in iota said: dried out kynd... and pirates toward a je - taime calculator: taming the berserk stierhund... bison-knirschen: hans klaus - myth-gate ᛋᛋ... bolt and Zeus... i am: heritage +. Croatian nazis.... nicht, nic, die volk. annehmen steuern... katakombe denken... ᚠᚨᚱᛟᛖ ᛁᛋᛚᛖᛋ... told: by a hobbit... or originating from Dublin: fuck's sake!

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Aj pre wedding c meri Ik ik pal tu hi c samne Menu ta usde wich bi tu hi dikh rahi c Dil wi dhadak reha c Te jaan bi nikal rahi c Miss bi ena kr reha c Har har pal tenu soch reha c Ki agar apna viah hunda ta ewe hunda Ewe hunda, uwe hund Fee jado sham Nu ghar chlea c patiala to Sachi bada roea me car wich Uchi uchi gaane laga ke Mang reha c maafi Pata nai kisto mang reha c Mafi Dua wi mang reha c marn di Ki accident ** jawe mera raste wich

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC

Chd

Untitled

Aj pre wedding c meri Ik ik pal tu hi c samne Menu ta usde wich bi tu hi dikh rahi c Dil wi dhadak reha c Te jaan bi nikal rahi c Miss bi ena kr reha c Har har pal tenu soch reha c Ki agar apna viah hunda ta ewe hunda Ewe hunda, uwe hund Fee jado sham Nu ghar chlea c patiala to Sachi bada roea me car wich Uchi uchi gaane laga ke Mang reha c maafi Pata nai kisto mang reha c Mafi Dua wi mang reha c marn di Ki accident ** jawe mera raste wich

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The hard voices from soft people. The soft rumble from hard vehicles. Watered down by the rain. Ruffled leaves, the dead remnant out of the horizontal, sticking. The wind bends the barren tall trees out of vertical, time is ticking. By. Curled like a baby safe from harm, He carry's his shoes up in his arms, yet his short cropped hair and uncovered head are soaked by the rain and he stops to give a shake, after he points his finger and speaks to the apparition, as drugs drift through his blood, and find his nerve endings. But his soaking socks wet from the sidewalk awash slap in the the rain, are what attract the eye from across the boulevard, one hund- red one feet or more away it is plain, he is having a bad day, which seems normal for him, for even the telephone pole talks back, some insane day beginning. To another long night.

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

Another long night

The hard voices from soft people. The soft rumble from hard vehicles. Watered down by the rain. Ruffled leaves, the dead remnant out of the horizontal, sticking. The wind bends the barren tall trees out of vertical, time is ticking. By. Curled like a baby safe from harm, He carry's his shoes up in his arms, yet his short cropped hair and uncovered head are soaked by the rain and he stops to give a shake, after he points his finger and speaks to the apparition, as drugs drift through his blood, and find his nerve endings. But his soaking socks wet from the sidewalk awash slap in the the rain, are what attract the eye from across the boulevard, one hund- red one feet or more away it is plain, he is having a bad day, which seems normal for him, for even the telephone pole talks back, some insane day beginning. To another long night.

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Looking Up A Beautuful Ring Of Mystery Dark Cloudy Smoke with a Blossoming Interior Calmly enjoying the Look Startled.. Suddenly Fire!! High Above the Ground Nuclear Explosion Except It Wasn't Just Below on the Hillside Wall of Uncontrolable Fire Moving Quickly I heard Myself Speaking on the Phone Asking. Throwing the phone down, Running.. The Road Now Cut off Car Driving Quickly Quickly Over rocks and Sandy Sage Uphill SideWays Desperate No Road. .. Running Seeing Like It was Frim A Chopper First an Antelope, a Deer, a Hund Running Looking Running They Saw Me From Above Shared On Facebook LOST.....IT said But They Found Me Corralled Marked on a Map A World Population Map: Skills Capabilities Where Aboutd Demeanor Suddenly I wondered Are We Going To get Hit By An Asteroid? Or Is THIS A Giant Prison Camp The Gulag Of The Next Tyranny What Veil? Hidden In A Consciousness Already Known Mapped As An Animal Protected As A Child None An Accurate Portrayl Or Was It Just a Different Point of View Vetted For Extermination On A Dying Planet FOOD ORDER

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Aug 20, 2016

Aug 20, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC

kw3

Someone's Dying Somewhere

Looking Up A Beautuful Ring Of Mystery Dark Cloudy Smoke with a Blossoming Interior Calmly enjoying the Look Startled.. Suddenly Fire!! High Above the Ground Nuclear Explosion Except It Wasn't Just Below on the Hillside Wall of Uncontrolable Fire Moving Quickly I heard Myself Speaking on the Phone Asking. Throwing the phone down, Running.. The Road Now Cut off Car Driving Quickly Quickly Over rocks and Sandy Sage Uphill SideWays Desperate No Road. .. Running Seeing Like It was Frim A Chopper First an Antelope, a Deer, a Hund Running Looking Running They Saw Me From Above Shared On Facebook LOST.....IT said But They Found Me Corralled Marked on a Map A World Population Map: Skills Capabilities Where Aboutd Demeanor Suddenly I wondered Are We Going To get Hit By An Asteroid? Or Is THIS A Giant Prison Camp The Gulag Of The Next Tyranny What Veil? Hidden In A Consciousness Already Known Mapped As An Animal Protected As A Child None An Accurate Portrayl Or Was It Just a Different Point of View Vetted For Extermination On A Dying Planet FOOD ORDER

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Det var länge sen, vi såg varandra En dag som jag aldrig kommer glömma Vi satt på soffan hos mig, det var lugnt då Två själar i ett *** verkligen lyckliga och fria Åtminstone, jag minns att det kändes så Vi tittade på en film, vars titel jag inte kommer nämna För att det är för svårt att komma ihåg detta Så svårt att fokusera När det finns en sån tjej som sitter så nära Ett ansikte, en kropp, en sinnesstämning, idealiska Jag kunde inte sluta begrunda Jag håller på att ordna och skriva Allt som virvlar just nu i min hjärna ”Jag har tur!”, kan jag väl påstå För sen, vi gick till sovrummet och fick komma Så nära som natur kan tillåta Under en natt som blev den tredje och sista Innan du bestämde dig att flytta tillbaka Nu, känns det konstigt för att du är borta Är det ett riktigt minne eller drömde jag? Livet är som en berg- och dalbana Som man inte riktigt har kontroll på Fast, det finns en sak som du kan göra Varje dag, ta ett steg baklänges bara Utan att titta över axlarna Titta hellre upp på himlen, du kan gärna stirra Kanske ser du åter en hund som rider en sköldpadda Tänker på mig och börjar skratta Tills du är tvungen att sluta gå För det finns nån som står i vägen Nån som kanske gjort detsamma Med ögonen fast på molnen Om jag skulle vara helt ärlig, måste jag avslöja Att i hemlighet, hoppas jag det blir jag Det låter självisk förstås, det vet jag Men det är väl min dikt så jag får bestämma Resten av historien kommer jag inte berätta Det är bara att tänka sig ”Den som lever får se”.

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC

GorAmb

Lov

Det var länge sen, vi såg varandra En dag som jag aldrig kommer glömma Vi satt på soffan hos mig, det var lugnt då Två själar i ett *** verkligen lyckliga och fria Åtminstone, jag minns att det kändes så Vi tittade på en film, vars titel jag inte kommer nämna För att det är för svårt att komma ihåg detta Så svårt att fokusera När det finns en sån tjej som sitter så nära Ett ansikte, en kropp, en sinnesstämning, idealiska Jag kunde inte sluta begrunda Jag håller på att ordna och skriva Allt som virvlar just nu i min hjärna ”Jag har tur!”, kan jag väl påstå För sen, vi gick till sovrummet och fick komma Så nära som natur kan tillåta Under en natt som blev den tredje och sista Innan du bestämde dig att flytta tillbaka Nu, känns det konstigt för att du är borta Är det ett riktigt minne eller drömde jag? Livet är som en berg- och dalbana Som man inte riktigt har kontroll på Fast, det finns en sak som du kan göra Varje dag, ta ett steg baklänges bara Utan att titta över axlarna Titta hellre upp på himlen, du kan gärna stirra Kanske ser du åter en hund som rider en sköldpadda Tänker på mig och börjar skratta Tills du är tvungen att sluta gå För det finns nån som står i vägen Nån som kanske gjort detsamma Med ögonen fast på molnen Om jag skulle vara helt ärlig, måste jag avslöja Att i hemlighet, hoppas jag det blir jag Det låter självisk förstås, det vet jag Men det är väl min dikt så jag får bestämma Resten av historien kommer jag inte berätta Det är bara att tänka sig ”Den som lever får se”.

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such is the idea of spreschen... that drummer from the corrs's? that drummer ***** just reminds me of the year 1998... and had i the resources to allow her to reciprocate my "ambitions"... i'd **** her so hard as to silence the bell-tower of westminster; dog talk... huh?! keeping a tidy and clean vocab will not make people behave in the way you might consider mirror-image of the use of words (in counter, via some morbid staging of etiquette standards left "in expectation")... i'll talk ***** you do ***** everyone happy? good... come the next genocide; then i'll be in the choir of castratos: gloria! glo-ria! hosannah in the ebb! you can't but be sarcastic with these people.

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC

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hund(e)spre(s)chen

such is the idea of spreschen... that drummer from the corrs's? that drummer ***** just reminds me of the year 1998... and had i the resources to allow her to reciprocate my "ambitions"... i'd **** her so hard as to silence the bell-tower of westminster; dog talk... huh?! keeping a tidy and clean vocab will not make people behave in the way you might consider mirror-image of the use of words (in counter, via some morbid staging of etiquette standards left "in expectation")... i'll talk ***** you do ***** everyone happy? good... come the next genocide; then i'll be in the choir of castratos: gloria! glo-ria! hosannah in the ebb! you can't but be sarcastic with these people.

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En kant er blød når den vil det Og huden kaotisk som et verdenskort Se de tegnende børn i toget De ser verden så meget mere Gennem lange spørgende og eftertænksomme blikke Farvelægger de venskaber Med kyshånd synger de en venlig tone For de tanker voksne glemmer at tænke Se dog vandet hvorfor falder det fra himlen Hvorfor kan man ikke få luft når man holder vejret Se min navle den er en knap Tryk på den så danser jeg til jeg falder om til du ikke længere kan besvare Hvorfor vi ikke falder om når jordkloden drejer sig Og falder i søvn Og hvordan ved man at en hund ikke siger som en ko Når de er lige gode om at være tavse

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC

lauraamstutz

barnhjertig

En kant er blød når den vil det Og huden kaotisk som et verdenskort Se de tegnende børn i toget De ser verden så meget mere Gennem lange spørgende og eftertænksomme blikke Farvelægger de venskaber Med kyshånd synger de en venlig tone For de tanker voksne glemmer at tænke Se dog vandet hvorfor falder det fra himlen Hvorfor kan man ikke få luft når man holder vejret Se min navle den er en knap Tryk på den så danser jeg til jeg falder om til du ikke længere kan besvare Hvorfor vi ikke falder om når jordkloden drejer sig Og falder i søvn Og hvordan ved man at en hund ikke siger som en ko Når de er lige gode om at være tavse

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la isla bonita & material girl FIN caam sigh.... say letto.... ISRK FINN! LOP LA LOOPS LETTO! AYE FIN! ISRK FINN! DE HUND no..., fervor, you're not welcome, nein! nein! nein! nicht ich lüge für sie! gemacht durch haufen! hello! 'allo! doppelt-deutsch(e).... kommen alle sie: alle sie deutsch(e). die letztebefreier: was kann kommen kann gehen.... oh, oh what?!

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

long pledge somewhere else: over here? you're not welcome!

la isla bonita & material girl FIN caam sigh.... say letto.... ISRK FINN! LOP LA LOOPS LETTO! AYE FIN! ISRK FINN! DE HUND no..., fervor, you're not welcome, nein! nein! nein! nicht ich lüge für sie! gemacht durch haufen! hello! 'allo! doppelt-deutsch(e).... kommen alle sie: alle sie deutsch(e). die letztebefreier: was kann kommen kann gehen.... oh, oh what?!

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