"kel" poems - Hello Poetry

"Suppression, Digression. Krosis Dovahkiin." "The answer you seek, Is within the Kel. The Elder Scroll." Staring blankly, To comprehend thy dragons words. I went from Dragon Slayer, To Dragon Rider. I was too defeat Alduin, Saving the world. And Sovangarde. The Elder Scroll lies with Blackreach, Others within Castles and Crypts. Now to begin my journey...

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC

julie-kirby

The Kel (The Elder Scroll)

"Suppression, Digression. Krosis Dovahkiin." "The answer you seek, Is within the Kel. The Elder Scroll." Staring blankly, To comprehend thy dragons words. I went from Dragon Slayer, To Dragon Rider. I was too defeat Alduin, Saving the world. And Sovangarde. The Elder Scroll lies with Blackreach, Others within Castles and Crypts. Now to begin my journey...

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what's the equivalent of the English slang... and American version? rhymes and... for the latter: acronyms. i hate American acronyms... GOP... DNC... government of power? democratic national curriculum? what the fuse?! now... the Americans spewing acronyms is worse than English slang - because there's a definite meaning behind it... i remember the time when you'd pick up a dictionary, at a time when people would wear clothes that had the word, duffer, printed on them... duffer: a stupid and an inefficient person... ha... people used to wear said clothes back in high-school on non-uniform day... mind you... you can't exactly have a teen fest fetish movie surrounding high-school at the movies... if, you go, to a catholic school... and there's a uniform code... everyone's uniform... in uniform... no one competes via clothing, trends, etc. that's the closest i came to joining the army... then again... i might not have went to a catholic school... i might have been under the jurisdiction of Ignatius of Loyola... cardinal manifesto of the black pope: i.e. Stendhal - my favorite book in my teens: and one of the few books... that i read, being inspired by a movie... who was it... Rachel (kel kel Ra-ca-ca-kel) Weisz and Ewan Mcgregor... i still can't read anything by J.R.R. Tolkien... fun fact... how can you tell the difference between a Hibernian and a Hearts or a Rangers contra Celtic fan, i.e. a protestant Pict from a catholic Pict? Mc'paddy (that's catholic) Mac'george (that's protestant)... Glasgow blue (protestant) Glasgow green (catholic) Edinburgh green (catholic) Edinburgh claret (protestant); savvy? good good.

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

english & english

what's the equivalent of the English slang... and American version? rhymes and... for the latter: acronyms. i hate American acronyms... GOP... DNC... government of power? democratic national curriculum? what the fuse?! now... the Americans spewing acronyms is worse than English slang - because there's a definite meaning behind it... i remember the time when you'd pick up a dictionary, at a time when people would wear clothes that had the word, duffer, printed on them... duffer: a stupid and an inefficient person... ha... people used to wear said clothes back in high-school on non-uniform day... mind you... you can't exactly have a teen fest fetish movie surrounding high-school at the movies... if, you go, to a catholic school... and there's a uniform code... everyone's uniform... in uniform... no one competes via clothing, trends, etc. that's the closest i came to joining the army... then again... i might not have went to a catholic school... i might have been under the jurisdiction of Ignatius of Loyola... cardinal manifesto of the black pope: i.e. Stendhal - my favorite book in my teens: and one of the few books... that i read, being inspired by a movie... who was it... Rachel (kel kel Ra-ca-ca-kel) Weisz and Ewan Mcgregor... i still can't read anything by J.R.R. Tolkien... fun fact... how can you tell the difference between a Hibernian and a Hearts or a Rangers contra Celtic fan, i.e. a protestant Pict from a catholic Pict? Mc'paddy (that's catholic) Mac'george (that's protestant)... Glasgow blue (protestant) Glasgow green (catholic) Edinburgh green (catholic) Edinburgh claret (protestant); savvy? good good.

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Papa Nowèl te pè pase sou Chanmas Nan lari Pòtoprens. Bal tap tire an mas Tout kote. Anpil moun sere anba kabann Teroris yo kwè chyen nan yon move savann Yo tout kote ak gwo zam ke yo pa fabrike an Ayiti Bandi yo ap touye e terorize tout moun Mèm vye chat ak rat kap kouri nan ravinn Bagay yo grav e danjere nan peyi Dayiti Tonton Nowèl te pè se sak fè kel pat pase Ane sila. Pèsonn moun pa konn kilè ke Bagay sa, dezòd, krim, kanaj sa yo ap chanje Fini. Pate gen mès minwi, tout pòtt legliz te fèmen Bandi ak sapat yo gen gwo zam ki trè chè Ke tonton blan yo bayo kòm kado Nwèl Pou pèp la ka al kreve pi fon nan lanfè Sak pi rèd djab sal ak vye san pwèl Pè al nan simetyè pou al leve moun ke Yo te touye. Se chyen manje chyen Se chat manje chat. Se chyen manje rat Moun antrave nan peyi sila. Se chat Manje rat. Se chyen manje rat ak chat Sa se laraj. Moun pa janm te konn tande Vye istwa sa yo. Kilè ke bagay sa ap fini, chanje Kilè ke kolon oligaka, loksidan e sanzave Sa yo ap kite ti pèp la an repo e kilè Ke ti pèp la ap revolte, kilè, fout kilè Dyaspora a fatige pèdi lajan ak propriete Nan peyi sa. Kilè ke tout teroris sa yo Ap disparèt. Map fout rele anmwey. Yo You, map pale ak ou. I’m talking to you Map fout pale ak ou, wi ak ou Kokorat, zwazo mechan, ipokrit, sanzave Pa fout pale de revolisyon. Sispann reve Ouvri je nou. Wi map pale ak ou tou Pè Nowèl te pè, oken malere e ti moun Pat resevwa oken kado sèl move moun Kap touye e terorize pèp la tap fete. Lapolis Lame ak nèg Loni yo, se kòm si ke yo paka fè plis Se mwens ke yo fè sèlman. Nèg CPT yo touche Gwo lajan, sak nan pouvwa resevwa anpil lajan Nèg yo ap defann pòch, yo pap defann Patri Yo pap pwoteje pèp, yo pap defann Ayiti Ikrèn resevwa gwo kado, gwo zetrenn Ayiti resevwa gwo anbago, wi nou konprann Bandi, teroris, gangstè, loksidan ak olygaka ap vale tèren Gwoup kriminèl yo ap mennen Ti Jezi pat ale an Ayiti, li te pè. Papa Nwèl pat pase Li te pè natirèlman. An nou panse, reflechi anpil jisko printan. P.S. This poem is dedicated to all who are suffering in Haiti. Pèp Ayisyen ak dyaspora a bouke pran imilasyion. Aba la mizè, insekirite koripsyion, krim, injistis, inpinite, diskriminasyon, e inegalite. See translation of ‘Santa Claus Was Afraid to Pass Through Port-au-Prince, Haiti’. Copyright © Desanm 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.

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Dec 31, 2024

Dec 31, 2024 at 1:30 AM UTC

60Etncelles60

Pè Nowèl Te Pè Pase Nan Pòtoprens, Ayiti

Papa Nowèl te pè pase sou Chanmas Nan lari Pòtoprens. Bal tap tire an mas Tout kote. Anpil moun sere anba kabann Teroris yo kwè chyen nan yon move savann Yo tout kote ak gwo zam ke yo pa fabrike an Ayiti Bandi yo ap touye e terorize tout moun Mèm vye chat ak rat kap kouri nan ravinn Bagay yo grav e danjere nan peyi Dayiti Tonton Nowèl te pè se sak fè kel pat pase Ane sila. Pèsonn moun pa konn kilè ke Bagay sa, dezòd, krim, kanaj sa yo ap chanje Fini. Pate gen mès minwi, tout pòtt legliz te fèmen Bandi ak sapat yo gen gwo zam ki trè chè Ke tonton blan yo bayo kòm kado Nwèl Pou pèp la ka al kreve pi fon nan lanfè Sak pi rèd djab sal ak vye san pwèl Pè al nan simetyè pou al leve moun ke Yo te touye. Se chyen manje chyen Se chat manje chat. Se chyen manje rat Moun antrave nan peyi sila. Se chat Manje rat. Se chyen manje rat ak chat Sa se laraj. Moun pa janm te konn tande Vye istwa sa yo. Kilè ke bagay sa ap fini, chanje Kilè ke kolon oligaka, loksidan e sanzave Sa yo ap kite ti pèp la an repo e kilè Ke ti pèp la ap revolte, kilè, fout kilè Dyaspora a fatige pèdi lajan ak propriete Nan peyi sa. Kilè ke tout teroris sa yo Ap disparèt. Map fout rele anmwey. Yo You, map pale ak ou. I’m talking to you Map fout pale ak ou, wi ak ou Kokorat, zwazo mechan, ipokrit, sanzave Pa fout pale de revolisyon. Sispann reve Ouvri je nou. Wi map pale ak ou tou Pè Nowèl te pè, oken malere e ti moun Pat resevwa oken kado sèl move moun Kap touye e terorize pèp la tap fete. Lapolis Lame ak nèg Loni yo, se kòm si ke yo paka fè plis Se mwens ke yo fè sèlman. Nèg CPT yo touche Gwo lajan, sak nan pouvwa resevwa anpil lajan Nèg yo ap defann pòch, yo pap defann Patri Yo pap pwoteje pèp, yo pap defann Ayiti Ikrèn resevwa gwo kado, gwo zetrenn Ayiti resevwa gwo anbago, wi nou konprann Bandi, teroris, gangstè, loksidan ak olygaka ap vale tèren Gwoup kriminèl yo ap mennen Ti Jezi pat ale an Ayiti, li te pè. Papa Nwèl pat pase Li te pè natirèlman. An nou panse, reflechi anpil jisko printan. P.S. This poem is dedicated to all who are suffering in Haiti. Pèp Ayisyen ak dyaspora a bouke pran imilasyion. Aba la mizè, insekirite koripsyion, krim, injistis, inpinite, diskriminasyon, e inegalite. See translation of ‘Santa Claus Was Afraid to Pass Through Port-au-Prince, Haiti’. Copyright © Desanm 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.

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When Kelvin threatened to cut my throat I thought him a little stressed, We’d known each other for twenty years The first ten were the best, But I was married to Jill back then Way back before the divorce, Then Kelvin lunged, and married her when Our marriage had run its course. He seemed to think I was jealous then, He thought he had hurt my pride, I thought that our friendship might be saved Despite his second-hand bride, ‘Why would I want her back,’ I said, Hoping to reassure, But he obsessed and was quite distressed Each time I came to his door. ‘Keep well away from my wife,’ he said, As if I’d not had enough, ‘What do you think a divorce is, Kel? I’m finished with all that stuff.’ ‘You had your time, you should keep away, I know that you want her still…’ ‘As much as I’d want a hole in the head, You have to believe me, Kel.’ But he just circled the wagons round Trying to keep her from me, I’d been quite happy to put her down Then live my life and be free, He’d never heard the old saw that said That to make her yours, let her go, If she comes back home, then she’s yours my friend, But if not, she wasn’t you know. I saw Jill out in the supermart And her face was lined and drawn, I tried to hide by the Brussel Sprouts But she caught me up by the lawn. She seemed determined to seek me out, To see if I looked like hell, Was disappointed when I looked round And said I was doing well. ‘I’m not,’ she said, and a tiny tear Appeared, to roll down her cheek, ‘He never leaves me alone, I fear, I’ve been locked in for a week.’ I waved my hand, tried to get away ‘Your life is not my concern,’ Then she clung onto my arm and cried, ‘I don’t know which way to turn!’ And that’s when Kelvin himself appeared And threatened to cut my throat, It looked as if I had interfered ‘And that,’ I said, ‘is a joke!’ But Jill still clung to my arm beside The beans, and packets of stew, ‘I wish we hadn’t divorced,’ she said, ‘It was so much better with you.’ You’d think a friendship of twenty years Could overcome such a jest, But Kelvin suddenly burst in tears And beat a riff on my chest. I’ll soon get over the broken ribs And the eye, with a lump of steak, But Kel’s still married to Jill, thank god, That’s the icing on the cake. David Lewis Paget

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC

david-lewis-paget

The Icing on the Cake

When Kelvin threatened to cut my throat I thought him a little stressed, We’d known each other for twenty years The first ten were the best, But I was married to Jill back then Way back before the divorce, Then Kelvin lunged, and married her when Our marriage had run its course. He seemed to think I was jealous then, He thought he had hurt my pride, I thought that our friendship might be saved Despite his second-hand bride, ‘Why would I want her back,’ I said, Hoping to reassure, But he obsessed and was quite distressed Each time I came to his door. ‘Keep well away from my wife,’ he said, As if I’d not had enough, ‘What do you think a divorce is, Kel? I’m finished with all that stuff.’ ‘You had your time, you should keep away, I know that you want her still…’ ‘As much as I’d want a hole in the head, You have to believe me, Kel.’ But he just circled the wagons round Trying to keep her from me, I’d been quite happy to put her down Then live my life and be free, He’d never heard the old saw that said That to make her yours, let her go, If she comes back home, then she’s yours my friend, But if not, she wasn’t you know. I saw Jill out in the supermart And her face was lined and drawn, I tried to hide by the Brussel Sprouts But she caught me up by the lawn. She seemed determined to seek me out, To see if I looked like hell, Was disappointed when I looked round And said I was doing well. ‘I’m not,’ she said, and a tiny tear Appeared, to roll down her cheek, ‘He never leaves me alone, I fear, I’ve been locked in for a week.’ I waved my hand, tried to get away ‘Your life is not my concern,’ Then she clung onto my arm and cried, ‘I don’t know which way to turn!’ And that’s when Kelvin himself appeared And threatened to cut my throat, It looked as if I had interfered ‘And that,’ I said, ‘is a joke!’ But Jill still clung to my arm beside The beans, and packets of stew, ‘I wish we hadn’t divorced,’ she said, ‘It was so much better with you.’ You’d think a friendship of twenty years Could overcome such a jest, But Kelvin suddenly burst in tears And beat a riff on my chest. I’ll soon get over the broken ribs And the eye, with a lump of steak, But Kel’s still married to Jill, thank god, That’s the icing on the cake. David Lewis Paget

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rem yeri mağduruyum uzun zamandır imarlı ifrazlı hatta ifrazatlı uykularım var geçer diyor mütehassıs saatleri geçirme bir poşet leblebi yazıyor rengarenk otanı için depresif günlere koridor... dar ve loş ne güzel de bakmış o yıllar susçu cazibe kreşondo çakıp durdu yüzdü denizlerimde su dalgası perma küt hepsi içimde kalıcı yaralar gibi devşiriyor her defasında yeni bir kesiğe son geyşa da gitti şeyla bakıyorum maziye dün de kalsa da dikiş izi sırıtıp tepemi attırıyor makas unutuyor kimi ölmezsem bir ümit sözde ama geçti bor’un festivali woodstock gündem’de eski kayıtlara bakıyorum jimmy esrarla sahnede ama tırmalamıyor kulağı üflüyor sadece kim anıyor beni bilmem belki hapın etkisinde yürüyorum yollar buz başım kel gözüm perde ne zaman kliniğe gelsem kayıp oluyorum bu evrende akşam soğuk bir odam var bir mum, biraz meze bir de şarap olur mutlaka gülümser plaktan zeki göçerim hayallere yakışıklı ölümdür tek arzum şişmeden kafa, gövde uzatırlar bir şarkıya kefeni usulca girerim içine...

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC

Vaha

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rem yeri mağduruyum uzun zamandır imarlı ifrazlı hatta ifrazatlı uykularım var geçer diyor mütehassıs saatleri geçirme bir poşet leblebi yazıyor rengarenk otanı için depresif günlere koridor... dar ve loş ne güzel de bakmış o yıllar susçu cazibe kreşondo çakıp durdu yüzdü denizlerimde su dalgası perma küt hepsi içimde kalıcı yaralar gibi devşiriyor her defasında yeni bir kesiğe son geyşa da gitti şeyla bakıyorum maziye dün de kalsa da dikiş izi sırıtıp tepemi attırıyor makas unutuyor kimi ölmezsem bir ümit sözde ama geçti bor’un festivali woodstock gündem’de eski kayıtlara bakıyorum jimmy esrarla sahnede ama tırmalamıyor kulağı üflüyor sadece kim anıyor beni bilmem belki hapın etkisinde yürüyorum yollar buz başım kel gözüm perde ne zaman kliniğe gelsem kayıp oluyorum bu evrende akşam soğuk bir odam var bir mum, biraz meze bir de şarap olur mutlaka gülümser plaktan zeki göçerim hayallere yakışıklı ölümdür tek arzum şişmeden kafa, gövde uzatırlar bir şarkıya kefeni usulca girerim içine...

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I see her Tubed up and drugged Up where She's telling me She loves me But I see she's somewhere Else. Anxiety of her Own self. Who could blame her? The roads we've walked before Is the same as that meteor shower Haling from above Without any kind shove And what you've got what you wish forever more; Fragile as a dove; Delicate as imagined love. Take real life And paint it. Let it rain on top of you Like hail In the Spring Unsuspecting and Unknown. She told me there Was nothing to worry about, Yet then, The story took a turn For the worst. The young go to battle For they think Death will never Cross their path. A bullet sails grazing Just like they say it does In Time Magazine. You know...it pays to worry Every now and again. Have you ever read Céline? It's ironic, When you hate life, And He lays in strife because of life, Yet are so protective Of life When you realize it is your own. Lord knows, He knows, She knows, You know that without life One would be Without it. Oh' then, Who then, Who would we Be then? If the golden hen never Told us to wake, no, Never told us to wake. Who would we be then If the naked sun never set or the Shallow moon never set? Kel: You are the love of my life. I'd go round the world as long as I could be Your howling hound. You make the sound and I'll Be your pound. Grant me the notes and I will tote Your grievances, your mishaps, your mistakes, for I'll Only smile, sometimes in ill confidence, taking yours as mine And mine as yours; taking you in like honey dew in the Spring time, bees buzzing like a thousand and one dimes. A bell behind the mirror; a prayer behind the box; a thousand years from now when we're dead and buried, we'll still talk. Yeah, babe, We'll still Talk.

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May 31, 2014

May 31, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC

ashby-brown

Untitled

I see her Tubed up and drugged Up where She's telling me She loves me But I see she's somewhere Else. Anxiety of her Own self. Who could blame her? The roads we've walked before Is the same as that meteor shower Haling from above Without any kind shove And what you've got what you wish forever more; Fragile as a dove; Delicate as imagined love. Take real life And paint it. Let it rain on top of you Like hail In the Spring Unsuspecting and Unknown. She told me there Was nothing to worry about, Yet then, The story took a turn For the worst. The young go to battle For they think Death will never Cross their path. A bullet sails grazing Just like they say it does In Time Magazine. You know...it pays to worry Every now and again. Have you ever read Céline? It's ironic, When you hate life, And He lays in strife because of life, Yet are so protective Of life When you realize it is your own. Lord knows, He knows, She knows, You know that without life One would be Without it. Oh' then, Who then, Who would we Be then? If the golden hen never Told us to wake, no, Never told us to wake. Who would we be then If the naked sun never set or the Shallow moon never set? Kel: You are the love of my life. I'd go round the world as long as I could be Your howling hound. You make the sound and I'll Be your pound. Grant me the notes and I will tote Your grievances, your mishaps, your mistakes, for I'll Only smile, sometimes in ill confidence, taking yours as mine And mine as yours; taking you in like honey dew in the Spring time, bees buzzing like a thousand and one dimes. A bell behind the mirror; a prayer behind the box; a thousand years from now when we're dead and buried, we'll still talk. Yeah, babe, We'll still Talk.

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