"mensch" poems - Hello Poetry

SUMMER MARCHES IN (Movement no. 1) It comes crashing down like doom. A martial fanfare begins a long conversation questioning fate, arguing for the human condition, and for death's open invitation, which we dare not deny. WHAT THE MEADOW FLOWERS TELL ME (Movement no. 2) Their blooming voices are oboes and lush violins. The sun is surely brassy bright in the sky above. Radiant alpine flowers and woodwinds from deep within their burrows make the case for a music well tended and serenely fed by sweet springs emerging from the depths here below. WHAT THE CREATURES OF THE FOREST TELL ME (Movement no. 3) The life force tends to run amok. Yet things do not fall apart, the center still holds. And though it is mundane - pedestrian, at times - we cannot deny the joy in this life, nor do we wish to. But know, traveler, that submerged in every caldron of joy is a small *** of darkness. And it will find you or you will find it - not only because it is fated, but for the sake of your sanity. WHAT MAN TELLS ME (Movement no. 4) Here darkness sings. Again the plucked string. O Mensch! You tell the tale! You take this story back to the mountain. A woeful tale you bring, but it is gilded with joy. A chorus exalts your condition. Deep is its grief, but joy is deeper still. WHAT THE ANGELS TELL ME (Movement no. 5) Bimm Bamm Bimm Bamm the children's choir sweetly intones. And what, pray tell, do Angels have to say to us? I've heard about love I've heard about emptiness I've heard about absence without presence, about nothingness and the void. But I have never heard such singing! WHAT LOVE TELLS ME (Movement no. 6) Sweet the air we breathe. Pleasant the sights before us. Words are stilled, anxious thoughts banished. There is nothing on Earth or in Heaven that disputes this sweet resolution all the parts made whole Nothing that could possibly speak against it (though French Horns will have their interests heard). But here it is. The end. O Mensch come to your last and best resting place. Also sprach Gustav Mahler.

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC

jeff-stier

Mahler's Third Symphony

SUMMER MARCHES IN (Movement no. 1) It comes crashing down like doom. A martial fanfare begins a long conversation questioning fate, arguing for the human condition, and for death's open invitation, which we dare not deny. WHAT THE MEADOW FLOWERS TELL ME (Movement no. 2) Their blooming voices are oboes and lush violins. The sun is surely brassy bright in the sky above. Radiant alpine flowers and woodwinds from deep within their burrows make the case for a music well tended and serenely fed by sweet springs emerging from the depths here below. WHAT THE CREATURES OF THE FOREST TELL ME (Movement no. 3) The life force tends to run amok. Yet things do not fall apart, the center still holds. And though it is mundane - pedestrian, at times - we cannot deny the joy in this life, nor do we wish to. But know, traveler, that submerged in every caldron of joy is a small *** of darkness. And it will find you or you will find it - not only because it is fated, but for the sake of your sanity. WHAT MAN TELLS ME (Movement no. 4) Here darkness sings. Again the plucked string. O Mensch! You tell the tale! You take this story back to the mountain. A woeful tale you bring, but it is gilded with joy. A chorus exalts your condition. Deep is its grief, but joy is deeper still. WHAT THE ANGELS TELL ME (Movement no. 5) Bimm Bamm Bimm Bamm the children's choir sweetly intones. And what, pray tell, do Angels have to say to us? I've heard about love I've heard about emptiness I've heard about absence without presence, about nothingness and the void. But I have never heard such singing! WHAT LOVE TELLS ME (Movement no. 6) Sweet the air we breathe. Pleasant the sights before us. Words are stilled, anxious thoughts banished. There is nothing on Earth or in Heaven that disputes this sweet resolution all the parts made whole Nothing that could possibly speak against it (though French Horns will have their interests heard). But here it is. The end. O Mensch come to your last and best resting place. Also sprach Gustav Mahler.

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Ray Lewis, your spokesman is ripped and he's lean. He's built like Adonis and, by rep, very mean. If I use "old Spice" body wash as per his advice. The ladies will swoon as I'll smell so **** nice. I'm short fat and Jewish- a Nebbish at heart. In intimate settings I'm quite prone to **** So I bought "Old Spice" body wash and lathered it on. Then I entered the bedroom and said "Babe, bring it on!" Olive, my lover of many a year was less than impressed when I deigned to appear. A giggle, a chuckle and then a guffaw My confidence sagged like my double chinned jaw. "Darling, it may be you smell like Ray Lewis but when my eyes open You're short fat and Jewish." The ad was misleading and I feel like a fool Not a mensch, more a reject from a shallow gene pool. Bad enough that the store on my refund is reneging. foreplay now requires two hours of begging.

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

OLD SPICE

Ray Lewis, your spokesman is ripped and he's lean. He's built like Adonis and, by rep, very mean. If I use "old Spice" body wash as per his advice. The ladies will swoon as I'll smell so **** nice. I'm short fat and Jewish- a Nebbish at heart. In intimate settings I'm quite prone to **** So I bought "Old Spice" body wash and lathered it on. Then I entered the bedroom and said "Babe, bring it on!" Olive, my lover of many a year was less than impressed when I deigned to appear. A giggle, a chuckle and then a guffaw My confidence sagged like my double chinned jaw. "Darling, it may be you smell like Ray Lewis but when my eyes open You're short fat and Jewish." The ad was misleading and I feel like a fool Not a mensch, more a reject from a shallow gene pool. Bad enough that the store on my refund is reneging. foreplay now requires two hours of begging.

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Upon this hill I plant the flag-- Of every imp and scallywag, rapscallion, rogue and rascal, knave-- Whom kingdoms' laws could never save. I gather every varlet, scamp, Around the bonfire of our camp, And pass around the speaking torch, For storytelling tales that scorch, To every sullied man, uncouth, Unwashed who smiles a scurvied tooth, The scarlet-lettered harlot, ***** Who loves to scallygag her mensch, The whoredom-loving scallyhag, Who trollops round the pirate's crag, The tousle-haired and greasy scullion Cooking all a hot slumgullion, And after tales of those unnerved, And scullion's slimy stew is served, I toast a round of filthy ale, To all who live beyond the pale. (C)2014, Christos Rigakos

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Nov 12, 2014

Nov 12, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC

christos-rigakos

To all who live beyond the pale

Upon this hill I plant the flag-- Of every imp and scallywag, rapscallion, rogue and rascal, knave-- Whom kingdoms' laws could never save. I gather every varlet, scamp, Around the bonfire of our camp, And pass around the speaking torch, For storytelling tales that scorch, To every sullied man, uncouth, Unwashed who smiles a scurvied tooth, The scarlet-lettered harlot, ***** Who loves to scallygag her mensch, The whoredom-loving scallyhag, Who trollops round the pirate's crag, The tousle-haired and greasy scullion Cooking all a hot slumgullion, And after tales of those unnerved, And scullion's slimy stew is served, I toast a round of filthy ale, To all who live beyond the pale. (C)2014, Christos Rigakos

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*It is sad a heart of a lad dug into trenches and furrows a heart on the tilt to drain all the silt in the pacific ocean to end the future mensch to be long forgotten of their existence rich in hidden treasures It is sad among the best lad bestowed arrow and bow not the young of a generation cut off weak and feeble to their feet no tutor to guide the "flock" a promising zealous generation Who's the saviour Of the weak and feeble generation?* nobody knows,only time will tell

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC

humphreyyys

it's sad

*It is sad a heart of a lad dug into trenches and furrows a heart on the tilt to drain all the silt in the pacific ocean to end the future mensch to be long forgotten of their existence rich in hidden treasures It is sad among the best lad bestowed arrow and bow not the young of a generation cut off weak and feeble to their feet no tutor to guide the "flock" a promising zealous generation Who's the saviour Of the weak and feeble generation?* nobody knows,only time will tell

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też masz mi do powiedzenia, jak niby włókło włókna szarosci sierści psa, dało skóre tą samą, godną, na ubiór człowieka! o tyle, tylko czy ten pies nie igra w psie zasady i maniery łyskotek ogona, a raczej: z krókiem w krok swego pana, na ilość kra kra ha ha! KRA! HA! bo sie barbarossa obudzi! potwory na wyspach! każdy murzyn to wie! tu nie ma społeczeństwa, tu nie ma nawet dialogu, kiedy mensch kochąjacy mensch jest w nad grobie ozora zakryty szambem, i chwyta brzytwy bo tonie nad dwóch tą krytyką! i tu ten upiór rady i wolności, niby, nagle opartym królem na tronie sracza, o! królestwo zwanem szambo! na typ repliki króla jana! jedna dziwa ulic uciekła bo powiedziałem rym henryka żon wedle idolizacji karola, pierwszy z czołem ścięty, drugi nie, a co trzeci? a tu nagle w gazele! *** raj car cajs, w ten rytmiczny bieg! hola hoop! *** tsar cajs! ona w bieg! no, pięć minut wykorzystane dla brygady oxfam.

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Mar 25, 2016

Mar 25, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

potwory!

też masz mi do powiedzenia, jak niby włókło włókna szarosci sierści psa, dało skóre tą samą, godną, na ubiór człowieka! o tyle, tylko czy ten pies nie igra w psie zasady i maniery łyskotek ogona, a raczej: z krókiem w krok swego pana, na ilość kra kra ha ha! KRA! HA! bo sie barbarossa obudzi! potwory na wyspach! każdy murzyn to wie! tu nie ma społeczeństwa, tu nie ma nawet dialogu, kiedy mensch kochąjacy mensch jest w nad grobie ozora zakryty szambem, i chwyta brzytwy bo tonie nad dwóch tą krytyką! i tu ten upiór rady i wolności, niby, nagle opartym królem na tronie sracza, o! królestwo zwanem szambo! na typ repliki króla jana! jedna dziwa ulic uciekła bo powiedziałem rym henryka żon wedle idolizacji karola, pierwszy z czołem ścięty, drugi nie, a co trzeci? a tu nagle w gazele! *** raj car cajs, w ten rytmiczny bieg! hola hoop! *** tsar cajs! ona w bieg! no, pięć minut wykorzystane dla brygady oxfam.

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Wenn es dich trifft wie aus dem Nichts, dieser Moment hart wie ein Schlag "Oh Nein", zuerst das Opfer spricht, will niemand doch des Schmerzes leiden. Doch hat der Schock sein positives zum Denken er anregen mag der Reflektion sei wahr geholfen Trotz Schmerz, es ist ein schöner Tag. Der Mensch sich sehr oft ungewiss, was soll er tun mit seiner Zeit Entscheidungen, zu oft befragt konfrontiert mit Einsamkeit Das Paradox des Lebens ist wer sind wir, was soll ich tun? Doch fällt die Lösung auch so schwer jeder steckt in eignen Schuh'n Schau vorwärts, denn nur dort kannst finden dein Glück wenn du noch suchend bist Bleib dir stets treu was auch geschehe des Rätsel's Schlüssel in dir ist

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Jul 16, 2016

Jul 16, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC

ifnotyouwhoelse

Aus dem Nichts

Wenn es dich trifft wie aus dem Nichts, dieser Moment hart wie ein Schlag "Oh Nein", zuerst das Opfer spricht, will niemand doch des Schmerzes leiden. Doch hat der Schock sein positives zum Denken er anregen mag der Reflektion sei wahr geholfen Trotz Schmerz, es ist ein schöner Tag. Der Mensch sich sehr oft ungewiss, was soll er tun mit seiner Zeit Entscheidungen, zu oft befragt konfrontiert mit Einsamkeit Das Paradox des Lebens ist wer sind wir, was soll ich tun? Doch fällt die Lösung auch so schwer jeder steckt in eignen Schuh'n Schau vorwärts, denn nur dort kannst finden dein Glück wenn du noch suchend bist Bleib dir stets treu was auch geschehe des Rätsel's Schlüssel in dir ist

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Ezra Schwartz Oct 1, 1997 — Nov 19, 2015 The dice of terror Was cast that day Young Ezra’s life Was taken away He went to Israel For his gap year To study at yeshiva And volunteer During a Mitzvah To feed some soldiers The van was ambushed By Jew hating ogres It mattered not They knew not him Or that his heart flowed With Simchas Hachaim To those you touched You were a young Mensch To all who knew you Your loss is immense Young Ezra Schwartz I’ll never know you For they took you away For being a Jew But what they don’t realize You’re still here with us You’re everywhere you smiled And in everyone you touched

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Nov 15, 2018

Nov 15, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC

BillyMac56

Ezra Schwartz

Ezra Schwartz Oct 1, 1997 — Nov 19, 2015 The dice of terror Was cast that day Young Ezra’s life Was taken away He went to Israel For his gap year To study at yeshiva And volunteer During a Mitzvah To feed some soldiers The van was ambushed By Jew hating ogres It mattered not They knew not him Or that his heart flowed With Simchas Hachaim To those you touched You were a young Mensch To all who knew you Your loss is immense Young Ezra Schwartz I’ll never know you For they took you away For being a Jew But what they don’t realize You’re still here with us You’re everywhere you smiled And in everyone you touched

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Ach, Sarah über das Zeichen beim Dasein Wie der gesammelten Wege eines Weges Des goldenen Feldweges rein charme Der warm tragenden Wände unter die Schatten Die heißersehnte Erfassung Wird die Freiheit des ewigen Raumes geben Auf die Hand zur Leinwand des Antlitzes der Natur Die Quellen der Submarine, der versteckte reine erste Mensch Den Thron zu führen, das Flüstern nicht aufgezählt der Weisheit der Wehen Der lebendige Anfang der schaffenden Zeit.

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC

Maximilian

die Reflexion

Ach, Sarah über das Zeichen beim Dasein Wie der gesammelten Wege eines Weges Des goldenen Feldweges rein charme Der warm tragenden Wände unter die Schatten Die heißersehnte Erfassung Wird die Freiheit des ewigen Raumes geben Auf die Hand zur Leinwand des Antlitzes der Natur Die Quellen der Submarine, der versteckte reine erste Mensch Den Thron zu führen, das Flüstern nicht aufgezählt der Weisheit der Wehen Der lebendige Anfang der schaffenden Zeit.

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Europa’s Struggle (new version) Like life wars go on and on, it is in our genes under layers of prattle there is a murderer who wants to **** the different what we do not understand and loathe . This influx of a foreign culture has demanded too much of our self- preservation as a race. Destroy them now! We tolerate crime in our society but what we read is crime committed by people we have given succour we baulk somehow they should not be criminals. They hate our way of life we call Christianity that now is a liberal culture that blathers about forgiveness. They came to us because we could not let them starve it was our duty but we do we feel our duty as a burden. If we follow the call of our ethnicity should we not stop them coming into our life making us think about if our values are ossified that we should give up without a fight and let Europe be a sect for whom death is glorious. I don't know; I'm old I will not live in the new Europa will it bring peace, no, our genes, screams for war by people who are backwards in time and only know old hatred for whom progress is not a teaching approved by their book and music is a call from an elegant tower Not to forget their cousins who worship Mammon and will go to any length to satisfy their blood lust, immoral, greedy and try to enslave us with their slimy *********** and a main- press printed by bought editors and sycophantic journalists. When those in the name of another faith vandalise Louvre or places of beauty will we find our strength and push them back as we did before. We cast these negative thought away we are mensch we help the less fortunate and Above all fight fascism and defeatism in equal measure.

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Oct 15, 2016

Oct 15, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

Europa's struggle (new version)

Europa’s Struggle (new version) Like life wars go on and on, it is in our genes under layers of prattle there is a murderer who wants to **** the different what we do not understand and loathe . This influx of a foreign culture has demanded too much of our self- preservation as a race. Destroy them now! We tolerate crime in our society but what we read is crime committed by people we have given succour we baulk somehow they should not be criminals. They hate our way of life we call Christianity that now is a liberal culture that blathers about forgiveness. They came to us because we could not let them starve it was our duty but we do we feel our duty as a burden. If we follow the call of our ethnicity should we not stop them coming into our life making us think about if our values are ossified that we should give up without a fight and let Europe be a sect for whom death is glorious. I don't know; I'm old I will not live in the new Europa will it bring peace, no, our genes, screams for war by people who are backwards in time and only know old hatred for whom progress is not a teaching approved by their book and music is a call from an elegant tower Not to forget their cousins who worship Mammon and will go to any length to satisfy their blood lust, immoral, greedy and try to enslave us with their slimy *********** and a main- press printed by bought editors and sycophantic journalists. When those in the name of another faith vandalise Louvre or places of beauty will we find our strength and push them back as we did before. We cast these negative thought away we are mensch we help the less fortunate and Above all fight fascism and defeatism in equal measure.

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Who (on a lark) doth spur my distant soul fully bellowed ahoy quickly hastening ye to catfish as a way to avoid this beastie boy wherein America playfulness of generic gull versus buoy ought tubby coy, where thee (latter days haint) feeble, (non fable us) jerry-rig mock up employ appetizing as pâté de foie gras, flavored for tastebuds of goy opposed to dietary strictures of Jew, moost likely christening implies holier than thou (especially, asper those hoy tee toy tee upscale rich folk) proudly prideful mensch linkedin kindling joy de vivre, while quietly dwelling stoke king traditions ensconced, poke king and prodding youngest generation to become rooted like mighty oak, within their mini mansions, and attending synagogue, solemn non joke kingly seriously commingling, congregating, and copulating plenti fully, while livingsocial at least among other rich folk, sans Mainline, Pennsylvania a cohesive family tribe dispersed members of Zion prompting this atheistic scribe try'n to fathom long gone - NEIN never forgotten Semitic village people (mine ancestry, who hailed and harkened from Eastern Europe wonder on this eightieth anniversary, of Kristallnacht, where genocide cleft a jagged line, where ponders thyself countless relations haunting as I dost eat, sleep or dine!

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Nov 10, 2018

Nov 10, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Thistle Be Nettlesome To ****

Who (on a lark) doth spur my distant soul fully bellowed ahoy quickly hastening ye to catfish as a way to avoid this beastie boy wherein America playfulness of generic gull versus buoy ought tubby coy, where thee (latter days haint) feeble, (non fable us) jerry-rig mock up employ appetizing as pâté de foie gras, flavored for tastebuds of goy opposed to dietary strictures of Jew, moost likely christening implies holier than thou (especially, asper those hoy tee toy tee upscale rich folk) proudly prideful mensch linkedin kindling joy de vivre, while quietly dwelling stoke king traditions ensconced, poke king and prodding youngest generation to become rooted like mighty oak, within their mini mansions, and attending synagogue, solemn non joke kingly seriously commingling, congregating, and copulating plenti fully, while livingsocial at least among other rich folk, sans Mainline, Pennsylvania a cohesive family tribe dispersed members of Zion prompting this atheistic scribe try'n to fathom long gone - NEIN never forgotten Semitic village people (mine ancestry, who hailed and harkened from Eastern Europe wonder on this eightieth anniversary, of Kristallnacht, where genocide cleft a jagged line, where ponders thyself countless relations haunting as I dost eat, sleep or dine!

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i'll show you... the meaning of blood-money - die blutgeld! i'll show you for what you really are, frivolous debters, frivolschuldners! die deutsche machen wie viel wie jude-mensch sparen geld... kamikazes of debt.. i'm not repaying my student loan, not unless i am employed by a chemical company... no! **** you! i'm not paying a penny back, unless i'm working in a chemical company! no! **** you! **** a lemon and then attempt a smile! o.k. o.k. squint with our eyes an attempt at a smile... funny... the spaniards have eyes that smile ( ( even if their lips don't engage an ) parabolla... evidently two negatives make up a +... i always prefer seeing smiling if not laughing eyes, than the orthodoxy of the mouth faking it... i prefer truth-telling eyes than than the mimic of lying lips and mouth... spaniard's eyes don't lie when they're clearly laughing, joyous... ( ( for when a man cries, his eyes are "smiling" ) ), wimbledon final, muguruza... doesn't she have the perfect smiling eyes ( ( ? she does... she doesn't even require using her mouth to smile, her eyes are already smiling... its a spanish trait... no other ethnicity has that potency to create a smile with its eyes... equation: ) + ) + | = a northern lament ( + ( + | = a spanish smile... <>: and that's a rhombus.

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Jul 14, 2017

Jul 14, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

in the eyes: a spanish smile ( (

i'll show you... the meaning of blood-money - die blutgeld! i'll show you for what you really are, frivolous debters, frivolschuldners! die deutsche machen wie viel wie jude-mensch sparen geld... kamikazes of debt.. i'm not repaying my student loan, not unless i am employed by a chemical company... no! **** you! i'm not paying a penny back, unless i'm working in a chemical company! no! **** you! **** a lemon and then attempt a smile! o.k. o.k. squint with our eyes an attempt at a smile... funny... the spaniards have eyes that smile ( ( even if their lips don't engage an ) parabolla... evidently two negatives make up a +... i always prefer seeing smiling if not laughing eyes, than the orthodoxy of the mouth faking it... i prefer truth-telling eyes than than the mimic of lying lips and mouth... spaniard's eyes don't lie when they're clearly laughing, joyous... ( ( for when a man cries, his eyes are "smiling" ) ), wimbledon final, muguruza... doesn't she have the perfect smiling eyes ( ( ? she does... she doesn't even require using her mouth to smile, her eyes are already smiling... its a spanish trait... no other ethnicity has that potency to create a smile with its eyes... equation: ) + ) + | = a northern lament ( + ( + | = a spanish smile... <>: and that's a rhombus.

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