"izrael" poems
mój jenzyk, moja czystość, mój brat moja siora! kiedy ja tam w głowie pra dziada takim pod iglatym krzyżem żyda na równo brał?! kiedy?! kiedy?! czemu czekaniem w anglii?! czemu?! boje sie horyzontów takich jak tych! boże... czemu to marszem wydarzenie nagłe wprost na pustynie wyrytych narodów jakby kretów w mgle czerni? czemu ubogi w krakowie prosi mnie o czerń żelaza a nikogo innego?! gdzie ja w cebulowym kościele, gdzie ja?! na płacz... ja na płacz a nie na grób rodzinnym?! czemu... czemu?! daj mi chociaż wrót do ziemi! daj mi chociaż wrót do ziemi! ja lach z czynu i kości! ja lach z czynu i kości! ja werset bez czynu razy raz jeszcze raz! szfeda płacz. daj mi swego syna cień ciała, znania mieniem krzyż i pacior.
szkło w deszczu
mówi więcej
niż mgła
przy ogniu iskry, czy tam
sfobody ćmy przy świecy,
bo kto pyta o wizerónek
słów przy lustra snów moża
czy tem narcyza
na tle jeziora bez rzeki
w gęsich makiarzu na tle
marszu gęsi szwastiki -
to o tyle pyta.
tyle mi mówi płacz,
ten izrael północy, ta polska,
z tym edynburgiem jako ateny
czy ten sankt petersburg
jako wenecja.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Zionist father's "lamentation; his sons burial."
The family of an IDF soldier was gathered for his funeral from Rapha rubble. All that was left of him was a small box of his ash remains. Words began to pass over his grave.
"I remember how handsome he looked in uniform," said his mother, "with his matching Helmet & Pampers." "I remember how brave he was," said his father, "he once neutralized a neonatal intensive care unit without hesitating for a second." "I remember how loving he was," said his daughter, "he once demolished a school for me on my birthday." "I remember how strong he was," said his wife, "every child he faced fell before his might." "I remember him being bigger," said his son, "What happened to him?". "Apparently," stated his mother,
"He triggered a booby-trap while plundering a house in Gaza."
"Well, I guess he died as Israel lives" stated his father.
"And how is that?"
Asked the others?
"By burglarizing someone else's home after proudly murdering all palestinian family members "
Oh! Said his grandmother
"Every muslim Palestinian, any non zionist jewish birth poses an existential threat to his new and future born children, thats why
"this IDF soldier's remains are buried among genocidal war criminal hereos in Izrahell."
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Izrael:August 2024.
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
nie potrzebuje jakiegoś głupiego
IRLANDZYKA by mówił sortia:
mowa i ten kelt niby Słowan -
o tu ochota
raczejbońka:
kaliber od chyba: więcej
wina; czy z Polakiem czy bez -
mam serdeczie dość - tyle jest wieków
znad prostym kiwaniem
o chęć - i o ile mniej niż
to co znaczy Izrael: tak samo
serdecznie krew Paltestyny: z wersją
Kroata: o o pomocy i temu oczekiwaniu
zwane: ledwie.
idiotic Irishman:
there plenty more Guinness where
your dumbfounded look came from:
culturally inadequate to recognise being rude,
and readied for extermination like vermin.
aversions to the golden mean?
well... that's what built Dublin;
fucking paddies;
******* potato patties.
how english could you ever become...
you can, quiet easily, simply hating
the Leprechauns Clover Saints:
they're born to be hated.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
o, chyrp i trumna, na gest! (co polak wie... żyd skargi! i jemu ten warty holocaust! konieć! twe ulice, nasze kamienice... m'eh kości.... twe pyrh... w twe total: m'eh kości i zwane kamienice... te teraz zwane ulice, o skarge zwaną: izrael).
bardzo łatwo zabić kogoś,
tym czasem,
samym czasem jest łatwo...
w tych czasach tak samo....
bo powód?
nuda!
tak nudno, po protu żyć...
nie-zwykle, bo tak po prostu... żyć...
ogier i w ranek... jak niby rynek.
w bieli snu
albo w czarni targu.
o tym! na rozkaz cie,
roztrzelić mamy w dal na sens: oto traf;
adwant... w cierpliwości
nadać: w imie ojca, i syna,
i ducha... świętégo...
you're going to study in oxford
with that gob's worth of demands?
rozmáchá... unfold.
i'll be honest with you...
that's actually ukranian idiosyncrasy...
isn't so much a case of language
unsaid,
when so much of it is
being said;
we'd like to have said, and read:
a volume for a pressure for less;
let's say that...
and then imagine ourselves riding
bicycles in the countryside,
rather than suggesting ourselves to prescribe
ourselves the image of ourselves
riddled by inner-city beijing e.g.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Her last kiss
Before that deep in the ear she asks,
"Will you remember"
Her whispers drenched my heart at a density of 1.4g/cm3, that freezes my soul at -13°c and shattered my spines as an izrael rdx..
In a low tone,
Frightened one, and in a worry some state..
This lips said
"I will"
Actually I didn't said that only though it was what I intend to..
with her lips almost 0cm at my ear ,
I felt a whole body abnormal mode vibration that eventually interrupted my nerves systems ending up causing a shock at medulla and so a reflex action which moved my lips to utter...
"And I won't ever forget"..
The words curved her face, giving out a smile which moved my head towards hers,,,
While looking at those bright eyes, I was approaching her tender lips such to a distance that I was feeling her heavy deep breath..
She then grabbed me tight while pinching my back and at 1mm faces distance she loudly said..
RAHIM WAKE UP, its already 5 o'clock in the morning...
Enough with your noisy dreams, you will be late for school
rahim mkali
@moe smile
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC