"krieg" poems - Hello Poetry

. what's the difference between thieves, and magicians? not much... both have quick hands... and an awake, yet asleep public communal presence... the thief has a public of the victim, and the c.c.t.v. "stage"... the magician? has a public of the crowd, and the "dajjal" stage of a camera replenishing a concept of: not enough public... thieves and magicians are bedfellows... you allow one to flourish... the antithesis will come along, and in an indiscriminate fashion... allow the "magic" / "thieving" to take place... what is a magician, a public figure... compared... to a thief? i can't see the difference... the audience was fooled by the magician... the individual was fooled by the thief... are they... so much unlike each other? magicians can own a theater stage... thieves, sometimes... just sometimes... own the, basic... pointlessness of english c.c.t.v. mechanics, to make police officers make: a follow-up investigation... oh, but i have genius interrogation practices... no one wants to listen to... like 10 hours straights of listening to stefan molyneux... or 48 hours, sleep deprived... listening to BBC 24 hour news reels... that **** could crack anyone... what the americans did to the Iraqis? last time i heard... they blasted the slayer oeuvre down headphones into their ears... Americans... feeding conquered Iraqis with a slayer oeuvre? BRAVO! BRAVO! ENCORE! and didn't the encore come? ******* retards... crows feeding seagull chicks with sinew and regurgitated scavenger meat! if only they played them some Bach... i'm pretty sure... the Iraqis would still be left... disorientated... but the American army "interrogators"... ha ha! played them the slayer oeuvre! WEE-TARDS! anyone... and i mean anyone: will relieve themselves as being "tortured": doubly charged up, and ready to ingest hyper-coffee in the form of the Luftwaffe tactic of ingesting amphetamines (pervitin) - night-raids... the londoonoirnischt blitz, sloth krieg... ya ya yawn... urgh... burp... and always... those poncy - english, gay, aristocratic men... and their... psychotropic women... so what's the difference between a common thief... and a spectacle magician? one "owns" cctv footage, the other owns a stage... yet both share a: quicksilver take on, what cannot be interpreted in either handwriting or stenography... hmm... can't be sure whether both could be considered legal.

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Jul 31, 2018

Jul 31, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

thieves & magicians

. what's the difference between thieves, and magicians? not much... both have quick hands... and an awake, yet asleep public communal presence... the thief has a public of the victim, and the c.c.t.v. "stage"... the magician? has a public of the crowd, and the "dajjal" stage of a camera replenishing a concept of: not enough public... thieves and magicians are bedfellows... you allow one to flourish... the antithesis will come along, and in an indiscriminate fashion... allow the "magic" / "thieving" to take place... what is a magician, a public figure... compared... to a thief? i can't see the difference... the audience was fooled by the magician... the individual was fooled by the thief... are they... so much unlike each other? magicians can own a theater stage... thieves, sometimes... just sometimes... own the, basic... pointlessness of english c.c.t.v. mechanics, to make police officers make: a follow-up investigation... oh, but i have genius interrogation practices... no one wants to listen to... like 10 hours straights of listening to stefan molyneux... or 48 hours, sleep deprived... listening to BBC 24 hour news reels... that **** could crack anyone... what the americans did to the Iraqis? last time i heard... they blasted the slayer oeuvre down headphones into their ears... Americans... feeding conquered Iraqis with a slayer oeuvre? BRAVO! BRAVO! ENCORE! and didn't the encore come? ******* retards... crows feeding seagull chicks with sinew and regurgitated scavenger meat! if only they played them some Bach... i'm pretty sure... the Iraqis would still be left... disorientated... but the American army "interrogators"... ha ha! played them the slayer oeuvre! WEE-TARDS! anyone... and i mean anyone: will relieve themselves as being "tortured": doubly charged up, and ready to ingest hyper-coffee in the form of the Luftwaffe tactic of ingesting amphetamines (pervitin) - night-raids... the londoonoirnischt blitz, sloth krieg... ya ya yawn... urgh... burp... and always... those poncy - english, gay, aristocratic men... and their... psychotropic women... so what's the difference between a common thief... and a spectacle magician? one "owns" cctv footage, the other owns a stage... yet both share a: quicksilver take on, what cannot be interpreted in either handwriting or stenography... hmm... can't be sure whether both could be considered legal.

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Wir leben in einem geordneten Chaos, mit viel Zeit, und doch ohne Zeit, mit angenehmem Schmerz, und schmerzhaftem Vergnügen. Das Leben ist gerecht, aber ungerecht; eine gesunde Krankheit, der man nicht entfliehen kann. ein friedlicher Krieg, in dem es einen glücklichen Herzschmerz gibt. Unser Blut ist lebendig, aber es trägt kein Leben. Unsere Gehirne denken, aber ohne Gedanken. Wir sind am Leben Und sind doch tot

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Oct 10, 2011

Oct 10, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC

robert-n-varty

Und sind doch tot

Wir leben in einem geordneten Chaos, mit viel Zeit, und doch ohne Zeit, mit angenehmem Schmerz, und schmerzhaftem Vergnügen. Das Leben ist gerecht, aber ungerecht; eine gesunde Krankheit, der man nicht entfliehen kann. ein friedlicher Krieg, in dem es einen glücklichen Herzschmerz gibt. Unser Blut ist lebendig, aber es trägt kein Leben. Unsere Gehirne denken, aber ohne Gedanken. Wir sind am Leben Und sind doch tot

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Das Mädel ist so scheissverwöhnt denn sie kriegt ihr geliebtes Augenmerk, doch würd' sie davon nichts mehr krieg'n ob nicht für ihre Muschi und **** Ich schätze das heißt sie hat Glück. Die Frau ist ja so scheissverwöhnt und sie wisst sie sieht gut aus. Sie wisst g'rade was sie damit kriegen kann doch nur wenn man vergeltet. Ich schätze das heißt sie hat Glück. Die Dirne ist so scheissverwöhnt, ein Opfer ihres Schattens; es hängt nur von wie viel mehr Zeit bevor er ihr ganz und gar frisst. Ich schätze das heißt sie hat Glück. Das Schlampe ist ja so scheissverwöhnt denn sie kriegt das geliebte Augenmerk, doch würd' sie davon nichts mehr krieg'n ob nicht für ihre Muschi und **** Ich schätze das heißt sie hat Glück.

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Jul 7, 2013

Jul 7, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Das Mädel ist so scheissverwöhnt

Das Mädel ist so scheissverwöhnt denn sie kriegt ihr geliebtes Augenmerk, doch würd' sie davon nichts mehr krieg'n ob nicht für ihre Muschi und **** Ich schätze das heißt sie hat Glück. Die Frau ist ja so scheissverwöhnt und sie wisst sie sieht gut aus. Sie wisst g'rade was sie damit kriegen kann doch nur wenn man vergeltet. Ich schätze das heißt sie hat Glück. Die Dirne ist so scheissverwöhnt, ein Opfer ihres Schattens; es hängt nur von wie viel mehr Zeit bevor er ihr ganz und gar frisst. Ich schätze das heißt sie hat Glück. Das Schlampe ist ja so scheissverwöhnt denn sie kriegt das geliebte Augenmerk, doch würd' sie davon nichts mehr krieg'n ob nicht für ihre Muschi und **** Ich schätze das heißt sie hat Glück.

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when blizzards rage and howling arctic winds did blow profuse precipitation packed Philadelphia til white aery mountains did over flow meteorological heft wrought pinkish glow polygons pin wheeled and pirouetted landscape imprint pure as driven snow diminution of visual acuity accrued from two score plus nineteen birthdays still marvel at freeze-dried raindrops reaction toward crystalline phenomena continues to grow kaleidoscope of multitudinous hydrospheric blitz krieg terrestrial show metaphor wrapped in supreme whiteness from singular entities high to low mother nature imbues testament teaches to offer self for world to know as corporeal of flesh and blood we forget identity among human row subtle riddle well hidden in molecule two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen in tow offer quiet sermon to cherish beliefs and personal paradigms vis a vis status quo.

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Mar 12, 2018

Mar 12, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Silken Silhouette

when blizzards rage and howling arctic winds did blow profuse precipitation packed Philadelphia til white aery mountains did over flow meteorological heft wrought pinkish glow polygons pin wheeled and pirouetted landscape imprint pure as driven snow diminution of visual acuity accrued from two score plus nineteen birthdays still marvel at freeze-dried raindrops reaction toward crystalline phenomena continues to grow kaleidoscope of multitudinous hydrospheric blitz krieg terrestrial show metaphor wrapped in supreme whiteness from singular entities high to low mother nature imbues testament teaches to offer self for world to know as corporeal of flesh and blood we forget identity among human row subtle riddle well hidden in molecule two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen in tow offer quiet sermon to cherish beliefs and personal paradigms vis a vis status quo.

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I feel as if, as if, you left me yesterday. you were to little to go. you didn't have a choice. but everyday new anger builds up in me because of your death. you are completely and utterly gone.

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC

madison-wagner

Max krieg

I feel as if, as if, you left me yesterday. you were to little to go. you didn't have a choice. but everyday new anger builds up in me because of your death. you are completely and utterly gone.

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Stell dir vor es ist Krieg und keiner geht hin. Stell dir vor, es ist Frieden und keiner nimmt daran teil. Was wäre Krieg ohne Frieden? Dasselbe wie Frieden ohne Krieg? Ohne Warm gäbs auch kein Kalt, ohne Wüste keinen Wald, ohne Tod kein Leben, ohne Wasser keine Erde, ohne Faulheit kein Streben und ohne ich war, kein ich werde.

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC

monster

Gegensätze | German

Stell dir vor es ist Krieg und keiner geht hin. Stell dir vor, es ist Frieden und keiner nimmt daran teil. Was wäre Krieg ohne Frieden? Dasselbe wie Frieden ohne Krieg? Ohne Warm gäbs auch kein Kalt, ohne Wüste keinen Wald, ohne Tod kein Leben, ohne Wasser keine Erde, ohne Faulheit kein Streben und ohne ich war, kein ich werde.

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Was soll denn das nun, klagt unsere Welt, mir wird so warm und immer wärmer, ich schwitze schon und krieg gleich Fieber. Ist das ein Virus, der mich befällt? Das sind die Menschen, ach du Schande. Sind die denn noch ganz gescheit? Greifen ihren eigenen Wirt an, wohl zum Denken nicht recht im Stande. Die Menschheit ist schon eine Plage, sie hat sich viel zu schnell vermehrt. Ihr wird es an den Kragen gehen, dauert ja nur noch ein paar Tage... Ich frier mich ein und befreie mich von dem ganzen Schmutz und Schund und fange dann von vorne an, auf Menschen doch verzichte ich.

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Jan 22, 2023

Jan 22, 2023 at 6:35 AM UTC

thomas-steyer

Eiszeit ist Auszeit

Was soll denn das nun, klagt unsere Welt, mir wird so warm und immer wärmer, ich schwitze schon und krieg gleich Fieber. Ist das ein Virus, der mich befällt? Das sind die Menschen, ach du Schande. Sind die denn noch ganz gescheit? Greifen ihren eigenen Wirt an, wohl zum Denken nicht recht im Stande. Die Menschheit ist schon eine Plage, sie hat sich viel zu schnell vermehrt. Ihr wird es an den Kragen gehen, dauert ja nur noch ein paar Tage... Ich frier mich ein und befreie mich von dem ganzen Schmutz und Schund und fange dann von vorne an, auf Menschen doch verzichte ich.

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Explain Krieg und Krise. Remember Nanjing. Hand twist nasturtium, trim Elijah in no other language but your own. Delicious, decked against scurvy despite punishing days world unwraps, made available to voracity, where would you build, on what day? Perfection unable to sit still comes towards ambush as peasant night squeaks to the border. Chanticleer in linear e phlox stammers discretely, hammers combination, blends tonality. Gravid as brook trout, orangerie cascades kanji. Bucolic spasm shimmering, weeping runes a la Giverny become Cycladic, veers off color’s lambent arsenal. Caustic repeats, Gatling interferes, hope bails, song recants. A Zebedee in Flemish hue cracks *** luck, lets out gurgle. But in good fortune, peaches to daisies, Abigail to titmouse, family is raised.

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Jan 22, 2018

Jan 22, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC

alaric-7

Linnear E phlox.

Explain Krieg und Krise. Remember Nanjing. Hand twist nasturtium, trim Elijah in no other language but your own. Delicious, decked against scurvy despite punishing days world unwraps, made available to voracity, where would you build, on what day? Perfection unable to sit still comes towards ambush as peasant night squeaks to the border. Chanticleer in linear e phlox stammers discretely, hammers combination, blends tonality. Gravid as brook trout, orangerie cascades kanji. Bucolic spasm shimmering, weeping runes a la Giverny become Cycladic, veers off color’s lambent arsenal. Caustic repeats, Gatling interferes, hope bails, song recants. A Zebedee in Flemish hue cracks *** luck, lets out gurgle. But in good fortune, peaches to daisies, Abigail to titmouse, family is raised.

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(preface to constipation) way before aye knew the name Fletcherism applied tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide did precepts sans hungry deaf eating beast impossible to hide (the ferocious growling harassing imp - armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce viz casus belli sans reeling off a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator, who re: lied on self control unbeknownst to this pumpkin eater unwittingly followed the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed mandibular metered (when famished), eyes kept closed while tongue gently played adhered to practice of eating small amounts, which discipline stayed engorging self, and as a result (consuming sustenance only when hungry avoiding (wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash) found me aware visa vis master car ding marginal increase in pounds meaning thy body electric weighed approximately for long stretches when a habitue at one or another dining digs stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs adequately satiating with with oomf when contra dance caller Scott Higgs announced "hands four," which signal helped get my mojo back and reel lee deuce home jigs, which kickstarted, syncopated, oft times espying Bobbie Riggs who years gone back **** Vic Tory huss e'en when donning apparel of Whigs like colluding trump petting molecules that via tiff ***** doth zags and zigs.

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Byte Size Food Begets Best Benefits

(preface to constipation) way before aye knew the name Fletcherism applied tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide did precepts sans hungry deaf eating beast impossible to hide (the ferocious growling harassing imp - armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce viz casus belli sans reeling off a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator, who re: lied on self control unbeknownst to this pumpkin eater unwittingly followed the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed mandibular metered (when famished), eyes kept closed while tongue gently played adhered to practice of eating small amounts, which discipline stayed engorging self, and as a result (consuming sustenance only when hungry avoiding (wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash) found me aware visa vis master car ding marginal increase in pounds meaning thy body electric weighed approximately for long stretches when a habitue at one or another dining digs stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs adequately satiating with with oomf when contra dance caller Scott Higgs announced "hands four," which signal helped get my mojo back and reel lee deuce home jigs, which kickstarted, syncopated, oft times espying Bobbie Riggs who years gone back **** Vic Tory huss e'en when donning apparel of Whigs like colluding trump petting molecules that via tiff ***** doth zags and zigs.

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