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Ken Pepiton Oct 2018
Bang the bell
start the tellin of a story 'bout a man name…

Yo, t'was a wombed man, ennui is no excuse
onus is on you. vive la differ-ents.

True, t'tell, she was an upgrade. Mito-mom.

First ol' Ish said, it sounded like,

"Wow, ishi mine? How'dyoudothat?"
so for a while ishi was her name.

Was I sleeping and now a wake, or

are we past all that?
The garden walks meeting all we met, with names,
knowns, all named

The I in Ish knew names of every man-named thing,
but Adom 2.0,

she was something else. Ish could hardly think

something so beautiful is made of me?
Why, Ish wondered, but didn't say aloud.

Is she curiouser than me?
Is that what's different? No, there's more,

but that's a lot, curiouser and curiouser,

Here come the servants forming to inform,
curios come,
kachinas from the west.

This night we all learned the dance the angels do,
on the point of no return.

Too beautiful for words and then,
past the point of no return,

Ish take her and she is mother of all living,
Eve for short. Mom.
Family dinner in the local retaurant where everybody knows me, but none, in fact  know my name, so my mind wandered...
MAJI JAYAJIT Feb 2021
Kal
Kitna accha hota agar jindagi
            yuhi guzar jati
Kitna accha hota agar jindagi
            yuhi guzar jati
kitna accha hota agar Samay
           yuhi beette jata
na kal ki fikar nahi aaj ka gam
     na piche chod aayi ateet
       na aane wala pal sab
samay ke is chakrvuyh mein
yuhi dilse mit jata aur hum
in sab fikr ko yuhi dhua mein udaate
                    chale jate ...
     saari  dhundli  yadon ko
              yuhi alvida bolke
sookon ke saath apne beete hue  
            kalke sahare aapna
        aanewale kal ko jee lete
      kitna accha hota agar hum
kisi dusre janam ki parwa na karte.  
                             hue
       ishi janam mein ek ** jate ||
Hindi poetries
No Name Feb 2022
Hi Ishi
Hi Beshie
Be happy
Be Glad
Its your day
so Happy Birthday

How we met could be coincidence
or it might be my confidence
was it banyo Queen
or Spaghetting pababa
Was it Kishi
or you thinking I was M
It might be by chance
or It might be by choice

No point reminiscing now
but hopefully you will have a blast
and the smile on your face will last


Earlier I said
you can compete
with BlackPink
cause you're complete
The whole package deal.

You're not only the three
Singer, Dancer and Pretty
you more than that for sure
and its not for show
you are kind, you are strong
you are amazing
with a stress on that zingggg

I hope you will have a good day?
no I hope you will a great day
cause we now you know
that good aint that good
and great is truly great

Happy Birthday Ishi
from your Beshie
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2023
i sometimes read the "elitist" poems and poets of
poetry-foundation-dot-org...
and i wonder...
well: there's no real distinction between
the "ancient": pre-technological-mass-reproduction
anticipatory essay of Walter Benjamin
of awe: find the Louvre and the Mona Lisa...
awe... such a tiny painting and...
awesome... entertainment value of what used
to be entertainment value of movies...
i do love the grit of 1970s cinema...
the 1980s futurist macho-"fascism"...
hell... even the 1990s had some great flicks
a great round-off of the medium...

a LAYLA BENITEZ-JAMES
translates a BEATRIZ MIRALLES DE IMPERIAL

such words are: not borrowed
or rather: in ****** it's A in Deutsche its Z...

jestem otwartą raną
języka

mówić tak nie wiele boli

-

ich bin ein offen wunde
von sprache

zu sagen so klein weh tun

-

apparently it never hurt the Chinese drunken
poet-monks to write anecdotal
syllable counted observations
concerning seeing a blue moon
with drunken-blood-shot eyes...

the Japanese or Chinese poets never complained
that they didn't have a novel in them,
quiet the reverse of this scenario...
there's the budding novel yet to be written
by a poet...
   is there?
a true meditation... a few words...
no need for a novel... an eternity of thought
mingling with everyday tasks
and then... hopefully: a spontaneity of
laughter recalling words akin to...

no kanji, no hiragana...
back to square, one: katakana...
katakana Ki - tan - ah...

   フルイケ    ヤ
     カワズ     トビコム
   ミズ    ノ      オト

no oto: the sound...
i'm guessing water is... mizu: return to
kanji: a returning from to:
   水 a word as picture...

but there's no budding novelist in here,
nor is there pain...
frog: カエル (kaeru) is not a picture-word,
it is a word-sound...

              self-explanatory "bias"...

ワタシ (watashi - i am)
      フショー     シタ      (fushoo shita - wounded tongue)
i absolve myself from entertaining
any conspiracies of entertainment
for the mass of later: distinction...

alternative route while cycling:

サイクリング (saikuringu)
    air, open mind...
wind: my soul - a silence
a lost intrusiveness of the helplessness
of others...
            クーキ
                        アイタ (aita) マインド (maindo)
カゼ (kaze, wind):
stone for heart...
               イシ (ishi, stones)
                              ココロ (kokoro, hearts)...
trickle... like sand... from desert
by time: a mountain!

        ヤマ:
                         yama - mountain...
parrot in the snow...
        オーム  (oomu)
                               ノ
                 ユキ (no... yuki)...

oh **** no... i'm not moving to Tokyo...
i don't want to speak fluent Japanese...
i just want to escape what i last saw
in the feminist panel on Vice News...
i'll ensure that Japanese is like me
in that film about the mad genius mathematician
of the film Pi... i'll put a drill to my head
prior to having to somehow:
now insure myself concerning these
blaze... arguments of "reality" of:
Plato the Plumber and the reicarnation
blocked-toilet... sort-of-speak...
i'm ******* off to Japan...
at least thinking about how the "Samurai"
encode their speaking is a relief
when listening to this Iron Maiden
of "heroic" gymnastics of post-feminism...

i feel completely... oblivious to what's happening...
just today i took a very magnificent route....
i challenged myself...
it's not spring yet... it's not summer...
i'm not allowed the later hours of the day
reserved for these seasons...
Cold-harbour dumping ground next to the Thames
was willing me to do a lap...
ah... maybe next time...

the route? from Collier Row through to Hornchurch...
then onto Upminster...
from Upminster toward Aveley...
from Aveley toward Purfleet...
well... seeing the Dartford Bridge Crossing...
no wonder i could get my geography straight...
the Thames never feels south... even though
you're orientating it from the perspective of the north...
up to Rainham...
obviously i had to venture into the little village
of Wennington... the one that was burning
only August of last year...
because... hey... it's not global warming...
a return to the ice age i reckon...
this little Arab interlude and palms will last only
so long...
my god... burned down houses...
get me a ticket to 1990s Sarajevo!
   that's how bad it looked... they're still clearing
up the mess...

from Rainham back toward Hornchurch and via Harold
Wood toward Harold Hill...
i know there's a Paris... i was a teenager in love
with Stendhal and i visited Paris solo...
i know there's a Paris but i'm starting to think:
maybe: MAYBE there is a "Paris"?
just maybe... this is London on the outskirts this isn't
London for television...

コドク (aloneness - kodoku):
        (existence with everyone)
ソンザイ    ト
           ゼンタイ            (sonzai to zentai)

nope... i'm not learning fluent Japanese...
i'm not going to travel to Japan to pay
taxes, to buy ******* sushi
and feel: a part of apart...
however boldly bad: grammatically...
i hear some ******* argument in
the western sphere... i start to scribble
katakana... i look into the scripts from India...
hell... i go as near as Greek allows...
i morph Latin with European additions
of diacritical markers...
i don't want to be constipated by an "argument":
or lineage of: ******* arguments of people
who have... zero... absolutely no...
inclinations how funny it all must be...
for someone misdiagnosed as schizophrenic
circa 2008... looking at the year 2023
almost gleefully... Beelzebub rubbing his *****
hands... the madman turned out to be...
pretty sane... given the current currency of
consensus!

    i have not invested in having children:
care to complain? me neither...
am i earning enough money to complain that my
money is going toward up-keeping
the mistakes of single-mothers? no...
i'm earning enough for a solo escapade...
i don't earn enough to be taxed!
i stopped drinking...
i can start imitating the bear in the realm
of a perpetual winter of contentment...
i can realise an ape imitating a bear:
i can exist-hibernating...
                            if i don't need to go to the cinema:
what's the point? i can...
go and see an art exhibition and wonder...
once at the paintings...
second at the old women trying to push
these young girls into my orbit as if implying:
go talk to him...
  but i'm here to admire the paintings, aren't i?!
am i here for a date?!

plus... i don't need to own a car...
i can cycle to almost anywhere in London of my own
volition and ease of exercise...
i don't need to spend money on *******
that most women would spend money on...
i have a recycling fetish...
i have little ambitions of curios adventures that
don't really require me to stress hard-pressed
constant hard-ons to compete with other men...
if i really feel like it...
i'll declare *** for recreational purposes as:
probably most boring...
given the adventures of cycling and swimming...
but if must-be-must...
hell... the brothel with me and it's all over:
proven point... in an hour's worth...

i am a truly liberated man...
thank you woman, for showing me the path...
your liberation has liberated me beyond
your wildest anticipations!
i am once and for all, truly freed from the precursors
of what freedom might have tasted like...
if not for the social-stigma of the bachelor status...

フリーダム (furiidamu - freedom)
                  ハイカイ (haikai - loitering)
スワル (suwaru, sit) -
                  ハクシュ (hakushu - extol)
Toxic yeti Dec 2018
I am Lizzie Borden
Hacking and chasing
My love interest
With an ice axe.

I hate men!!!!!

I am Oren ishi
A human mutt
That
Is a **** happy
Yakuza
Seeking revenge

I hate men!!!!

I am Jodi Arais
Who won’t take no
For an answer
Nor
While I put up with your ****

I hate men!!!!

I am Stella Nickle
Trying rid myself
Of love
But ended up poisoning
Innocent people.  
My weapon cyanide.

I hate men!!!!
Babatunde Raimi Nov 2019
If you want the sauce
It's home sweet home
I shall carry the wine
From the iconic palm tree
But you must see my people
The Umu Nwayis and the Adas
"Igba nkwu abia go"

You want total package
Pay the price, for the prize
First, come, declare manifesto
Not as politicians of our time
For Amadioha judges instantly
Then, Nnayi shall be officially informed

"Bia kuaka n'uzo"
With an original Ibo kola
That which does not understand "oyibo"
And when I say "Yes"
Your kolanut will be accepted
Giving way for "Iju ajuju"

Come with dry gin and gifts
More kolanuts and drinks
The Umunna awaits my King
The one that tickles my fantasy
Pay the "Ugwo ishi Nwanyi"
I can't wait to bear your children

Now that we are here
"Igba nkwu Nwanyi"
Let the town crier sound the gong
Come wine, dine and merry
When the wine is in inside "Iko"
Even if all lights in the world goes numb
Your sweet fragrance will lead me to you

I see the glow in your eyes
Still as enchanting as our first meet
Nothing else mattered
As I danced towards My "Obim"
They called and beckoned
But my heart belongs to you

Drink my love, drink
Drink from my breast of life
For therein you shall drink
For the rest of your life
Till death do us path
And with this drink
I thee wed, for better for best!
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2021
David Markson.
Alone. Tired. Old. Broke. Sick.
But........... Selah. Selah. He gots you.


Amadare ishi o ugatsu.

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