"lud" poems - Hello Poetry

I singe with a hertly lud whan ycham herty, And I arme whan singinge is ne ynewe. Carole whan my corage blissieth, And I shal deye whan his blase deyeth. Druerie shal be his a-brune billets. A stable blase that shal sustene my spyrakles. A schrewe destroyere that kesseth so dimliche. A þeauful kempe with an as-spire swerde. Gostes of i-þank als ouer my vingeres. Al-only dulce conceiptes fletene in my gostes. Sumdel real cannot be als amaddinge. Sumdel real cannot be te-tealte! Is the mannish þonc als mase and puissant Sweuenen of suic a selkout conand? Dest Moder Folde cune of hire child? Hire misty doter who berne and bilde? The hoom is not where the herte is. The herte is the hoom bote motif The herte, the hoom, the ende, and the sepulture. A luft who is the mest derure in the Folde.

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Oct 2, 2012

Oct 2, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC

jackson-freeman

A Luuerlich Mortherer (Middle English Sonnet)

I singe with a hertly lud whan ycham herty, And I arme whan singinge is ne ynewe. Carole whan my corage blissieth, And I shal deye whan his blase deyeth. Druerie shal be his a-brune billets. A stable blase that shal sustene my spyrakles. A schrewe destroyere that kesseth so dimliche. A þeauful kempe with an as-spire swerde. Gostes of i-þank als ouer my vingeres. Al-only dulce conceiptes fletene in my gostes. Sumdel real cannot be als amaddinge. Sumdel real cannot be te-tealte! Is the mannish þonc als mase and puissant Sweuenen of suic a selkout conand? Dest Moder Folde cune of hire child? Hire misty doter who berne and bilde? The hoom is not where the herte is. The herte is the hoom bote motif The herte, the hoom, the ende, and the sepulture. A luft who is the mest derure in the Folde.

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i tyle, reszta na coin flip twoich ambicji; mam, po, prostu (nie mazowieckie czy kieleckie) kichaniem dosyć! syty jam i z prostatą oddany w mgle pychy; ja serw memu mieniu i ozora (tej trzeciej krwi krowy) poeta! do końca wasz iglak wczorajszej wigilii (zmień to a zmienisz czasowność): rada memu panie... więcej narodu czy tem racji czy tem dumy czy tem innego stanowiska na głąbie poza polską ja racze; ja racze! wilka gniew nad lud! z resztą, okiem morsa fabryk na tle miganiu to tylko nic! a mój brat kim?! obcy mocar?! nie! nie, nie ja ludwig rus czy pruss, niet ich! oj naród a ja jako atlas, wraz z izraelem, a ty jako kompas, a warszawa jako kamień tonie w wodzie hystorji wraz z napoleonem, a więć kraków raz jeszcze wstanie wraz z mongołem; tylko anglia może oddalać dume swego rodu sama mniej dumna swego początku w niemczech.

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC

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kurwa do stopni trzeciej rzeszy!

i tyle, reszta na coin flip twoich ambicji; mam, po, prostu (nie mazowieckie czy kieleckie) kichaniem dosyć! syty jam i z prostatą oddany w mgle pychy; ja serw memu mieniu i ozora (tej trzeciej krwi krowy) poeta! do końca wasz iglak wczorajszej wigilii (zmień to a zmienisz czasowność): rada memu panie... więcej narodu czy tem racji czy tem dumy czy tem innego stanowiska na głąbie poza polską ja racze; ja racze! wilka gniew nad lud! z resztą, okiem morsa fabryk na tle miganiu to tylko nic! a mój brat kim?! obcy mocar?! nie! nie, nie ja ludwig rus czy pruss, niet ich! oj naród a ja jako atlas, wraz z izraelem, a ty jako kompas, a warszawa jako kamień tonie w wodzie hystorji wraz z napoleonem, a więć kraków raz jeszcze wstanie wraz z mongołem; tylko anglia może oddalać dume swego rodu sama mniej dumna swego początku w niemczech.

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M’lud I stand before you Contained within this dock The night I was arrested I can tell you Was a shock! Because? … I do NOT write in metaphors Because?… I say it as it IS This is the crime I’m guilty of By the … Poetry Police Another one that irks them so Is because I write in rhyme They think that they are clever That extended is Divine I would like to exercise my freedom Wield my pen Just as I please M’lud Take pity On this soul Who pleads On bended knees For … there is much room in the pantry For us all to get along For … there is much room in the pantry To sing our different songs Songs of different cultures Songs of unrequited love Songs of just plain nonsense Songs yet to be dreamed of M’lud I now beseech you Appeal for your support Pay credence to my musings Throw this case Straight out of court For the greater man Will walk alone When his backs against the wall The greater man Will stand alone In any port of call For he has the inner knowledge He has free rein of his mind He understands complexities Eyes are no longer blind Blind to prepaid formulas Rules they set in stone Please protect poetic liberty For … I will never be a clone CASE WAS DISMISSED AND THE JUDGE SANCTIONED THAT ALL POETS FROM NOW ON WILL BE PROTECTED BY THE POETIC LIBERTY ACT 2010

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Nov 1, 2010

Nov 1, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC

bathsheba

Poetic Liberty

M’lud I stand before you Contained within this dock The night I was arrested I can tell you Was a shock! Because? … I do NOT write in metaphors Because?… I say it as it IS This is the crime I’m guilty of By the … Poetry Police Another one that irks them so Is because I write in rhyme They think that they are clever That extended is Divine I would like to exercise my freedom Wield my pen Just as I please M’lud Take pity On this soul Who pleads On bended knees For … there is much room in the pantry For us all to get along For … there is much room in the pantry To sing our different songs Songs of different cultures Songs of unrequited love Songs of just plain nonsense Songs yet to be dreamed of M’lud I now beseech you Appeal for your support Pay credence to my musings Throw this case Straight out of court For the greater man Will walk alone When his backs against the wall The greater man Will stand alone In any port of call For he has the inner knowledge He has free rein of his mind He understands complexities Eyes are no longer blind Blind to prepaid formulas Rules they set in stone Please protect poetic liberty For … I will never be a clone CASE WAS DISMISSED AND THE JUDGE SANCTIONED THAT ALL POETS FROM NOW ON WILL BE PROTECTED BY THE POETIC LIBERTY ACT 2010

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All the min-u-ets you played danced in my head Cut-ting through all my brain's synapses Now I find myself staying up at night Fruit flies dip-and-diving on my Porch light All the con-cus-sions I suf-fered in the dark Helped in the day when I re-invented art Keep-ing up with all the verbal trends Words I say in private are all Open ends Open ends (There's nothing living, don't know Why, I don't know why, My brain is numbing and it's weird) All the mas-ter-pieces kept on hanging up When the doctors said they "had to pull the plug" Awake enough to hear those daylight words My night-light eyes ate the bugs like Little birds Just like little birds (No longer buzzing in my head) All the con-vo-lud-ed pains at Midnight! All the bugs in-side me ate My light! All the dead have died in Sick-ly fa-shion Dropping like flies with blinks of God's eye Never forgetting it all All the things you said were dead had really died All the things you said were dead had really died All the times I thought you had, you never lied

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Dec 25, 2010

Dec 25, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC

clayton-woolery

Bug Zapper Eyes.

All the min-u-ets you played danced in my head Cut-ting through all my brain's synapses Now I find myself staying up at night Fruit flies dip-and-diving on my Porch light All the con-cus-sions I suf-fered in the dark Helped in the day when I re-invented art Keep-ing up with all the verbal trends Words I say in private are all Open ends Open ends (There's nothing living, don't know Why, I don't know why, My brain is numbing and it's weird) All the mas-ter-pieces kept on hanging up When the doctors said they "had to pull the plug" Awake enough to hear those daylight words My night-light eyes ate the bugs like Little birds Just like little birds (No longer buzzing in my head) All the con-vo-lud-ed pains at Midnight! All the bugs in-side me ate My light! All the dead have died in Sick-ly fa-shion Dropping like flies with blinks of God's eye Never forgetting it all All the things you said were dead had really died All the things you said were dead had really died All the times I thought you had, you never lied

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wiem, raz w skarrzysku, raz w zakopanym, oprucz napeleona i warszawe, starszą polske widze w krakowie; i drewnianą; bo słowo, ludzie! bo słowo! bo to lud we mnie! nie... nad lud! wiesz to slowo, wiedzma to slowo napisala, i tyle w twej gardzi nad ukraine i litwe! boga serce prawda i wiara! to od żyda... od żyda passah! fu! gnojowe gowno... szereg kwiata smerci, w listopadzie nad kwieczien bo bez kwiata bo z nosem... listopada bukiet, policze tylko raz... raz... inno!

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC

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krawat i korona chowana nad grónwald

wiem, raz w skarrzysku, raz w zakopanym, oprucz napeleona i warszawe, starszą polske widze w krakowie; i drewnianą; bo słowo, ludzie! bo słowo! bo to lud we mnie! nie... nad lud! wiesz to slowo, wiedzma to slowo napisala, i tyle w twej gardzi nad ukraine i litwe! boga serce prawda i wiara! to od żyda... od żyda passah! fu! gnojowe gowno... szereg kwiata smerci, w listopadzie nad kwieczien bo bez kwiata bo z nosem... listopada bukiet, policze tylko raz... raz... inno!

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Skulls on the skyline and they're saying prayers on the hill, I'm reading the 'Rabbi of Lud', absurd, but good. The jealousy hook will take them away, green with envy and many would say it's an illness. The ants are in motion, spirals and warships make trace on the ocean pounding away, it's an illness they say. And Mr's Muir and the ghost who loved her the most any ghost could ever do, though she may have been dreaming and never really knew if her ghost was true or not, they say it's an illness that she's got and such a shame. In the moving picture show at Medicine creek where I often go to get a dose of reality, it comes to me that it's all a fantasy and nothing real was ever there except for the skulls on the skyline.

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

The dogwatch

Skulls on the skyline and they're saying prayers on the hill, I'm reading the 'Rabbi of Lud', absurd, but good. The jealousy hook will take them away, green with envy and many would say it's an illness. The ants are in motion, spirals and warships make trace on the ocean pounding away, it's an illness they say. And Mr's Muir and the ghost who loved her the most any ghost could ever do, though she may have been dreaming and never really knew if her ghost was true or not, they say it's an illness that she's got and such a shame. In the moving picture show at Medicine creek where I often go to get a dose of reality, it comes to me that it's all a fantasy and nothing real was ever there except for the skulls on the skyline.

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Puno tamnih opisa. Jezivih priča. Tko je tu lud? Ja, ili ja koji želi biti lud? Jesu li te priče priče? Ili ne želim vjerovati da su tu i sada kao ja i ja.

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Oct 27, 2018

Oct 27, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC

Lamprohonx

Lud

Puno tamnih opisa. Jezivih priča. Tko je tu lud? Ja, ili ja koji želi biti lud? Jesu li te priče priče? Ili ne želim vjerovati da su tu i sada kao ja i ja.

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co ja ci zbuduje w tych ruinach -bito, zwane "europa"? drugą japonie? nie! czwartą rzesz! ostatani paradigm, i koniec! koniec! koniec z republiką! starców brak! i mądrości! dość! na hun'ah z garścią, czy razem w, garści; tu, austriak, zwany ****** kurwa mać... - to nie mozart! - będzie, po śmierci błagał że nie był, na tyle zdolny, by mieć lud, w garści... pod szyfrem: cien, i żelazny gryp: dobra dobra... orto-doks... gryp... uścisk; teraz co... mam klękać? tylko jak grek, w istambule... jak polak... w... lwowie; ko-, i je, i o.

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May 27, 2017

May 27, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC

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ein vierte ***** (bo co ma człowiek, tak naprawde, czuć?)

co ja ci zbuduje w tych ruinach -bito, zwane "europa"? drugą japonie? nie! czwartą rzesz! ostatani paradigm, i koniec! koniec! koniec z republiką! starców brak! i mądrości! dość! na hun'ah z garścią, czy razem w, garści; tu, austriak, zwany ****** kurwa mać... - to nie mozart! - będzie, po śmierci błagał że nie był, na tyle zdolny, by mieć lud, w garści... pod szyfrem: cien, i żelazny gryp: dobra dobra... orto-doks... gryp... uścisk; teraz co... mam klękać? tylko jak grek, w istambule... jak polak... w... lwowie; ko-, i je, i o.

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post scriptum: sowiecka chmara... sowiecki: szmer szarości... wolna ręka na viß-à-viß obojątnego ciała: co podobnie wita... " " moze... moze i moze... ale nie to: ... inclusive of apparently without a cliff-hanger. mordo-rył-śliną-w-git, a potem: o czoło w błoto: fú! (double stress on the exclaimation mark)... - by zbawić Dawida, kim a nawet i kto, w, na zero zastygł w posąg: ruchomym na skinienie małpięj rękí... kim to wita jego niby-nikim... 'eno moi... a ja nadal: w szereg! pytam: daleko tam do podłogi fiołkiem latać poza gzyms? dasz pióra?! (orthography is... a case of actually applying diacritical marks... don't worry england, russia has only butter to mind in... back ь and forward я... apparently)... źle ci, człeku?! to co ci w morde opętaną do grzechu nad lud?! no własnie: mi to samo! co? a co? a gówno! serce mi gnije, i serce mi: pęka... od jutra: nigdy od wczoraj! to i czasem zapomne tatuaż: precz... a lepi świnski: jeść, jeść, jeść; co tam: grzemota? niby rudy jid'y'ski, a to tes, do kurwidołka gest... niby on: ń'cem! хорошо?

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Jun 11, 2018

Jun 11, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC

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from a soviet post scriptum

post scriptum: sowiecka chmara... sowiecki: szmer szarości... wolna ręka na viß-à-viß obojątnego ciała: co podobnie wita... " " moze... moze i moze... ale nie to: ... inclusive of apparently without a cliff-hanger. mordo-rył-śliną-w-git, a potem: o czoło w błoto: fú! (double stress on the exclaimation mark)... - by zbawić Dawida, kim a nawet i kto, w, na zero zastygł w posąg: ruchomym na skinienie małpięj rękí... kim to wita jego niby-nikim... 'eno moi... a ja nadal: w szereg! pytam: daleko tam do podłogi fiołkiem latać poza gzyms? dasz pióra?! (orthography is... a case of actually applying diacritical marks... don't worry england, russia has only butter to mind in... back ь and forward я... apparently)... źle ci, człeku?! to co ci w morde opętaną do grzechu nad lud?! no własnie: mi to samo! co? a co? a gówno! serce mi gnije, i serce mi: pęka... od jutra: nigdy od wczoraj! to i czasem zapomne tatuaż: precz... a lepi świnski: jeść, jeść, jeść; co tam: grzemota? niby rudy jid'y'ski, a to tes, do kurwidołka gest... niby on: ń'cem! хорошо?

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