"kum" poems
painting when being bilingual, the naked phonetics of the english alphabet, and the diacritics on the polish one, for example -sh- of the former and -sz- of the latter, but the painting is still entitled: trying to capture what was being said without lip-reading but by optics encoding the sounds, so that someone bilingual might decipher; and yes, dependent of aesthetics / orthography the -rz- versus the ż.
azog
szak gaum'dasz!
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kruto, goniś... gunwondersmargen'ś.
azog
mor'rzyrljisz?
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golumdo, sza zu lisz sza za duh.
azog
jam dysz! *** da kurz nak krza rzuk;
arz ga bejark gundabadul,
mar kam narm karszrz.
mulgaj! a'naj! ursdraj! tu pu nam - ah me c!
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
sit with me before the dance
in my little thatch hut
on a mat of yellow reeds
together we’ll string
garlands
marigolds, jasmine,
roses
to offer at His petite, azure feet
with glossy red kisses
we’ll serenade our Sri Krishna
weave peacock feathers through His
perfumed tresses
the Yamuna river is lit up with
lotus lanterns and
vrindavan incense
we have adorned ourselves
in the finest silk saris
and red *** *** dots
we are ready with
aching, ardent hearts to
dance with the Lord
come into our eager, hopeful arms
darling Giridhari
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
i cover my head with the
golden hem of my sari
and wipe away charcoal tears
streaming black with kohl pencil
lips red as *** *** whisper
how much I love you
Your face a shimmering reflection
appears in the deep patina pools
of my crystal prayer beads
Only Your Name
eases this heartache and
helps to keep sanity
Invisible One
fill my nostrils with
the scent of jasmine
and the alluring music of
Your Murali
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
Your kiss hangs suspended
hibernating somewhere
between here and
the Smokies
Indian Winter
rains pelt
the earth
brilliant feathers
woven though my hair
red *** ***
dot on my third eye
I kneel
a Hopi Corn maiden
planting new seeds
hoping for the
harvest of your
Love
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
found in Styron's darkness visible... he survived auschwitz... but said adieu to life: by throwing himself down a flight of stairs.
millennial, generation y, huh?!
also called the:
bearable heaviness of non-being...
say: survivors of auschwitz,
and apart from Kundera,
i'm fudged into this stealth-culprit
hangover...
and when i speak the native tongue
i use double emphasis...
everything suddenly becomes italic...
gówno... or **** teutonic: gavron, ja,
ich habbe schtabbe ga ga, magpie on
a licky-sticky schtaisse:
vroom bog-tie boom boom...
everntually language is just that:
magnifique sounds, mein herr,
be that a cello i hear?
nada... mindlessly i too
feigned a farting brigadier, farting into
a brass horn: worth a gingerbread /
pumpernickle marching rhythm.
yes, double emphasis in the native...
kosz (koš)... bin...
trza błagać... błagać!
o śmierć... beg for death...
but hetman cossak said smerc... and it
sounded altogether better.
a household argument,
after prawn-pasta was cooked throughout
an afternoon of general bewilderment:
a heap of pebbles makes more sense
than the Orion constelation...
given the mathematical approach
to the situation, and subsequent mapping...
because they really did drop a bomb on
Hiroshima and Nagasaki...
and that's why 21st creativity
is trapped in a hamster's routine...
karaoke is standard...
this insissting plagiaristic zeitgeist!
so i said: you really think you conquered
yapan? jesus, je suis, zeus, yesus, jamaican
jah jah *** buck...
rasta root mon, rasta root.
battered and bruised...
someohow this whole dating scene
passed me by...
and what happened to me aged
21... is strangely becoming the norm
of giving the circumstance:
i can't remember being of any age, particular.
the quicker argument would coincide with:
give me a machinegun, and march me into
a Latvian forest...
because, right now, it's
a scenario of being coerced into donning a leash
or more like a leech,
and an afternoon spent
pulverised by a pneumatic tsunami
of adverts... calling it a job done,
with a siberian brew: cow juice in
tea...
liquid werther's original.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
My grandson Alex said something very profound and intriguing after his graduation ceremony.
I was complaining about how thin my hair had become and blamed it all on growing old. Alex looked at me with quizzical eyes partially covered by a mop of black sheepdog hair and declared,
"Well, Grandma you are an old lady."
I gave him a piercing look and said,
"True, but, remember this: The Soul is Eternal."
In that moment, my 14 year old grandson said that I reminded him of an old lady living in an off-the-beaten road shack. As I listened to him and the evocative images he spun I took the liberty of embellishing his description:
"Hidden by a dense patch of wild crafted herbs, a hint of mint, diamond needles darning their way around the bucolic scenery, a peculiar little hut comes into view.
The round oculus amethyst windows appear as portholed eyes to another world. If you pause and listen keenly you can distinctly hear the hum of otherworldly chants echoing from its eaves. Indeed, everything about this strange occult cottage exudes magical charm, you'd think it was inhabited by a priestess or something of that nature.
Slowly, I open the creaking door, puffs of rose moss incense and pooja camphor burn in small brass pots. Countless multi colored bottles, all different shapes and sizes, antique knick knacks, curiosities crowd the musty shelves. And a soft, rainbow mist floats through the room. This enigmatic Shack oozes wisdom......My Granny, her hair thinning, bits of silver creating a halo of stars, welcomes me. She gazes at me with a wise, weathered elderly smile while applying a red *** *** dot on my third eye and says:
"You know Alex the Soul is Ageless."
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
Don kno how to escape
Kant seem to find any man for a Gud date
But am I late, I taste ma own sweat and tears
Will jakie *** back.
Don know dat
Will I picke feet bak up
Will I
Will I
I don even kno me anymore
I don kno Jake
I thinke I'll shop,
Best way for dis girlie to think.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Ideas turned ideology create
Infinite numbers of lines in the sand
Here's mine and there's yours
Serotonin deficient lives
Laying dreams on the back of others
Then shunning them for breaking
Men told to **** the marrow
Women told to **** the ****
Pigeon holed sweater wearers
Hanging the future in neat picture frames
Staring intently to help it self-materialize
Junkies pry the world limb by limb
Holding hands in *** ba ya
As they skip off windowed cliffs
Red light burning away the innocence
Of hairless brown rabbits
Hypnotized boxers fighting ideas
While onlookers are sold to slavers
Breathless New Ageisms
Creating an orthodoxy of unorthodoxy
Visions of trains in a spotless horizon
Idolizing the unreal, a hope for hope
Destined for eternal disappointment
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Sacchi Mohabbat hai zamaane me boht ***
Mohabbat ki adakari boht hai.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
Bhaiyon aur behnon
Aao karein charcha unki
Jinki leh na bahe toh
Hojata hay ghanghor apraadh
Fir mehek achi ** ya buri
Dil mein bas reh jati hay baat
Zaika hai inka bhi anokha
Magar chonk ke bina kaisa swad
Aao karein charcha unki
Jisse hum khetey hain jasbaat
Apni marzi ke yeh hain maalik
Time par dikhate hain aukaat
Kabhi bina namak,
Aur kabhi cheeni *** ** toh
G par dil khol dete hain laath
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC
Uphesheya komlambo
Ndiphesheya komlambo
Ndiselunxwemeni ndixinekile
Ndixhinile,ndixakiwe
Ndikubona, undibona
Ndingenako ukuza kuwe
Ungenakuza ***
Ulee nam ndilee
Ndinga ndingawela
Unga ungawela
Isiziba sinzulu
Sele ndibane ndizula
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
gözlerimde
yüzme kararınız
şimdiye dek
hiç olmadığım kadar
mutlu hissettiriyor
*** tepelerinde oynayan
bir çocuk gibi
küçük çakıllar diziyorum
bikini izlerine
dudak kesimlerim
güncelleniyor böylece
daha fit bir dikişe
yeni moda değil
tanrı vergisi meleke
çok iyi bir
terzi olduğum söyleniyor
birkaç yabancı dilde
ve şilebezi akşamlar
işin sırrı
çepeçevre
memnuniyet çitlerinde
ve
dans ederken
duble beyazın içinde
çakır olacaksınız siz de
başın göğsüm
gövdem
inmeyen asansör zirvede
iki maviyiz
bir kavanozda artık
ve hazırsınız
boşalmak için gökyüzüne
her zamanki gibi
önce siz lütfen..
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC
latches on
to your mind
******* on the uniqueness,
iconic-ness,
spontaneous actions,
of who You are.
Having a Storm Trooper
as your companion
For a six hour drive,
Lighting a bowl
in a middle of a *** &
Go carwash,
Being my bright ball of
light, when I
needed it.
The parasite latches onto
that happiness,
laughter, and
soul of yours.
Spits all of it
onto the floor,
letting it evaporate
in the air.
That little parasite
clinging on to
your mind
haunts You.
You’ve taken
medications,
shook your head,
and dreamt.
But the parasite’s will
is greater than your
mind.
You can’t see
who You truly are
any longer
but I can.
You’re
Strong
Stronger than anyone
I’ve seen.
You’re
Brave.
You could’ve ended
It all. But You
didn’t.
So, You know what?
You’ll get rid
Of that parasite
And live the life
You were meant to
live.
I hope You do.
Because
You
deserve it.
Always.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
So much aggression
And oppression
*** Bay Ya
Or Hell Nah
Straws and Pseudoscientists
look into spoon |/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/
hypnotization
~take the straw~
religious regard as Lord of the Lard
hole in the Ozone
messed up chromosome
the Earth is flat
flat as my ***
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC