"mota" poems - Hello Poetry

Sara iz kosmara izlazi na ulicu da proseta kera. U parku sama, vitla sebi po glavi. Po parku govna, plasticne cinije sa pirincem natopljene vodom i uljem, lisce mrtve lipe, flopovi kao putokazi poredjani. Misa, taj kao neki njen momak, ko muva neuhvatljiv a isto tako i zaboravan samo se po govnima mota i plete mrezu romanticarske lazljive ideologije istine i solidarnosti. On se kao providnim celofanom uvija u svoje reci ali sad vec kao da je pod reflektorima nabubrelog meseca i nema kud. Proziri se. Ne konzistentan. Kukavica, shvata ona. Shvata da Misa je kao sarena laza- Ili mozda ipak nije bas sve tako. A kako li je? Kako prazan prostor puni je sumnjom ali i nekim leprsavim osecajem ljubavi.

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Aug 23, 2015

Aug 23, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC

persefona

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Sara iz kosmara izlazi na ulicu da proseta kera. U parku sama, vitla sebi po glavi. Po parku govna, plasticne cinije sa pirincem natopljene vodom i uljem, lisce mrtve lipe, flopovi kao putokazi poredjani. Misa, taj kao neki njen momak, ko muva neuhvatljiv a isto tako i zaboravan samo se po govnima mota i plete mrezu romanticarske lazljive ideologije istine i solidarnosti. On se kao providnim celofanom uvija u svoje reci ali sad vec kao da je pod reflektorima nabubrelog meseca i nema kud. Proziri se. Ne konzistentan. Kukavica, shvata ona. Shvata da Misa je kao sarena laza- Ili mozda ipak nije bas sve tako. A kako li je? Kako prazan prostor puni je sumnjom ali i nekim leprsavim osecajem ljubavi.

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No tengo agua, no tengo comida, no tengo mota o deniro. No tengo nada, pero mi mochilla, y poca ropa para mi cuerpo. Pero soy, pero soy pero soy, pero soy pero soy, pero soy. Y estoy feliz ser mi.

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Dec 23, 2012

Dec 23, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC

diente-en-comidas

Pero Soy

No tengo agua, no tengo comida, no tengo mota o deniro. No tengo nada, pero mi mochilla, y poca ropa para mi cuerpo. Pero soy, pero soy pero soy, pero soy pero soy, pero soy. Y estoy feliz ser mi.

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now i live in Paris & content myself with sticky solid chocolate hash , that **** ain’t as good as the dank i was smoking when I lived on the river with 3 boys & a **** & le désespoir totale we slept at dawn together in beds spread out like lions on the savanna they never laid a hand on my quiet body they always laughed at my jokes & held me when i needed it **my eyes were like wells** when i drank whiskey out of cups & when i loved that melancholic cowboy who came from oil, with so much money he didn’t know where to buy happiness the pride dissipated my love & the drinks remain & well the cowboy still cheats on his wife now i smoke spliffs & leave behind the crystal smelly mota i don’t get as high but i sure as hell don’t get as low

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Mar 22, 2013

Mar 22, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC

la-jongleuse

paris not parasitic

now i live in Paris & content myself with sticky solid chocolate hash , that **** ain’t as good as the dank i was smoking when I lived on the river with 3 boys & a **** & le désespoir totale we slept at dawn together in beds spread out like lions on the savanna they never laid a hand on my quiet body they always laughed at my jokes & held me when i needed it **my eyes were like wells** when i drank whiskey out of cups & when i loved that melancholic cowboy who came from oil, with so much money he didn’t know where to buy happiness the pride dissipated my love & the drinks remain & well the cowboy still cheats on his wife now i smoke spliffs & leave behind the crystal smelly mota i don’t get as high but i sure as hell don’t get as low

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Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Hope you be the best in the nation Hey! Chota Mota Foundation You are a true inspiration For the future generation This ain't no exaggeration Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Art is nothing but a creation Very few pursue it as an aspiration It hardly gets any appreciation Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Hats off to your dedication Thanks for giving us motivation By finding art as an occupation Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Your organisation is a celebration No matter what the situation Never loose your determination Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Hope you be the best in the nation

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC

pk_tunuri

The Chota Mota Foundation

Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Hope you be the best in the nation Hey! Chota Mota Foundation You are a true inspiration For the future generation This ain't no exaggeration Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Art is nothing but a creation Very few pursue it as an aspiration It hardly gets any appreciation Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Hats off to your dedication Thanks for giving us motivation By finding art as an occupation Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Your organisation is a celebration No matter what the situation Never loose your determination Hey! Chota Mota Foundation Hope you be the best in the nation

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When pop was a boy Iz pride and joy Was just to have wheels wiv a mota Tricked up didn’t play, not in their hood Even though you could End result wouldn’t lift the skin - off a rice pud Real quick in that day Only came by the way Of serious a serious wedge of pay Aston, Ferrari, you could take to the bank Hemi, Stang and Vette for the yanks For most just wall posters and wanks These days it different, back from the dead Universal balance has got out of bed And delivered justice for the poor petrolhead You can strut your stuff, in your supa caa But the kid in a Rex or an EVO jam jar Gonna embarrass you, you fucken rockstar We quikka N you - its no pop quiz These days turbos and nitrous is the biz Nuffink about the money just how big your ***** is Want to put up your half million Mclaren Thats just a few tenths quicka, than a subbie wagon Equipped wiv a teenage ****** called Darren? We quikka N you - even with your cash One real aspect in life, where design and dash Triumphed over money and flash We quikka N you And don’t you forget it Now get out of my way

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC

andrew-scott

We quikka N you

When pop was a boy Iz pride and joy Was just to have wheels wiv a mota Tricked up didn’t play, not in their hood Even though you could End result wouldn’t lift the skin - off a rice pud Real quick in that day Only came by the way Of serious a serious wedge of pay Aston, Ferrari, you could take to the bank Hemi, Stang and Vette for the yanks For most just wall posters and wanks These days it different, back from the dead Universal balance has got out of bed And delivered justice for the poor petrolhead You can strut your stuff, in your supa caa But the kid in a Rex or an EVO jam jar Gonna embarrass you, you fucken rockstar We quikka N you - its no pop quiz These days turbos and nitrous is the biz Nuffink about the money just how big your ***** is Want to put up your half million Mclaren Thats just a few tenths quicka, than a subbie wagon Equipped wiv a teenage ****** called Darren? We quikka N you - even with your cash One real aspect in life, where design and dash Triumphed over money and flash We quikka N you And don’t you forget it Now get out of my way

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Nicholas Tremulis, Wade Hayes, two of my favorite singles but rather obscure next to Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder. Louis Lucas and Ronnie Levick, rather obscure Bandstanders compared to Kenny and Arlene and Justin and Bob. Joe Mota and Ed Perry, two obscure Illini compared to **** Butkus and Johnny "Red" Kirk Loren Tate and Bob Rasmussen, two Champaign-Urbana New Gazette sports writers not very known compared to nationally based sports writers **** Shoop and **** Young Obscurity vs. fame - Is it necessary? Just like poverty vs. wealth - Is that necessary? I just wish we all could be wealthy and famous! Charles Sturies

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC

charles-sturies

Some Obscurity, I Suppose

Nicholas Tremulis, Wade Hayes, two of my favorite singles but rather obscure next to Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder. Louis Lucas and Ronnie Levick, rather obscure Bandstanders compared to Kenny and Arlene and Justin and Bob. Joe Mota and Ed Perry, two obscure Illini compared to **** Butkus and Johnny "Red" Kirk Loren Tate and Bob Rasmussen, two Champaign-Urbana New Gazette sports writers not very known compared to nationally based sports writers **** Shoop and **** Young Obscurity vs. fame - Is it necessary? Just like poverty vs. wealth - Is that necessary? I just wish we all could be wealthy and famous! Charles Sturies

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habia una elegancia de su canon lit de nada. nada fue l de fe de fue de fue el que fue el que fue lo fue simplemente koe puro suicidia de ele pote fue mota fue ny fue brooklyn

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Oct 16, 2021

Oct 16, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC

Borges

joe simplemene joe

habia una elegancia de su canon lit de nada. nada fue l de fe de fue de fue el que fue el que fue lo fue simplemente koe puro suicidia de ele pote fue mota fue ny fue brooklyn

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Que era lo que querían dos sometidos a la sodamizacion, volcados en el cemento, echos mármol, y sin grgklujaapan. Entre los enrededores y la pasta de ayer enfrente del televisor, se encontraba una puerca ramera, soñando sus sueños en heroínas, y mas mota barata. Ramona de mis entrañas, que seria de tu vida en el estiércol y las faldas de piernas cortas, utilizando el maquillaje de compostura anual. Los ilos que se mantenían en el vidrio de sus vidas era demasiado para la ramera, así utilizaba heroína como jabón de manos, era ahogante. Su primera ves, era apropiado decir que pertenencia tenía la cuchara propia, para ella solo necesitaba estar en su cama vacía, sola y feliz, la calentaba y pensaba en su ideología perdida, en sus penas. Que tubo de grande la maquina de instrumentos en drogados. Era una ilusión algo como la psychosis y plena morfina solo eso servía. lo calenta entre postada y alienta a pura sangre borgia, "im in heaven"

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Oct 6, 2021

Oct 6, 2021 at 2:37 AM UTC

Borges

Queremo tanto a Ramona:

Que era lo que querían dos sometidos a la sodamizacion, volcados en el cemento, echos mármol, y sin grgklujaapan. Entre los enrededores y la pasta de ayer enfrente del televisor, se encontraba una puerca ramera, soñando sus sueños en heroínas, y mas mota barata. Ramona de mis entrañas, que seria de tu vida en el estiércol y las faldas de piernas cortas, utilizando el maquillaje de compostura anual. Los ilos que se mantenían en el vidrio de sus vidas era demasiado para la ramera, así utilizaba heroína como jabón de manos, era ahogante. Su primera ves, era apropiado decir que pertenencia tenía la cuchara propia, para ella solo necesitaba estar en su cama vacía, sola y feliz, la calentaba y pensaba en su ideología perdida, en sus penas. Que tubo de grande la maquina de instrumentos en drogados. Era una ilusión algo como la psychosis y plena morfina solo eso servía. lo calenta entre postada y alienta a pura sangre borgia, "im in heaven"

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