"neun" poems - Hello Poetry

*ah **** you ęnglishman! ty jedynie Liverpool!* kielce i scyzoryk... no i tyle... korona i gleba - kacap i świnia - nagle napoleon na capie i tuwim i ja: kiedy to zadupie zwane Moskwa wrota otwiera: jak pizda kurwy na tle stonogi - fu fu... co za perfum! czasem wu casem ef - ale nie nagle kastrat! hujnia hu, hujnia ** - blat blata w komin indora brzuch wpycha, na siłe, ale jej brak! no to blah blah blah blah... blah; apropo(s), tzn. nie tyczy tyczki czyli upper-long-jump, neun meter bach oben; za grass za grass - uberschiellsewonderbra: like peeling the skin of a ******** bag: magician's rabbit in it too! a ona nadal nie kuma... holender plu w jej twarz a ona myśli że mowa raptem po ceausescu czešku! škoda / szkoda - tak samo zwane: pierdolenie of chopenie (szo! szu! mucha w uchu! taki oto kwaskowy miód!)

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Apr 28, 2016

Apr 28, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

po polshu

*ah **** you ęnglishman! ty jedynie Liverpool!* kielce i scyzoryk... no i tyle... korona i gleba - kacap i świnia - nagle napoleon na capie i tuwim i ja: kiedy to zadupie zwane Moskwa wrota otwiera: jak pizda kurwy na tle stonogi - fu fu... co za perfum! czasem wu casem ef - ale nie nagle kastrat! hujnia hu, hujnia ** - blat blata w komin indora brzuch wpycha, na siłe, ale jej brak! no to blah blah blah blah... blah; apropo(s), tzn. nie tyczy tyczki czyli upper-long-jump, neun meter bach oben; za grass za grass - uberschiellsewonderbra: like peeling the skin of a ******** bag: magician's rabbit in it too! a ona nadal nie kuma... holender plu w jej twarz a ona myśli że mowa raptem po ceausescu czešku! škoda / szkoda - tak samo zwane: pierdolenie of chopenie (szo! szu! mucha w uchu! taki oto kwaskowy miód!)

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A C H T U N G acht neun acht sechs vier fünf zwo sechs drei eins fünf sieben acht null the radio spews over and over again void of meaning. or so they want us to think as the concrete wall keeps standing. they came to liberate us which they did. of thought of speech of word. see the ashen blocks sit aren’t they pretty? as dark red blotches stain their smooth surfaces like lipstick on wine glasses. an old fan turns slowly in a dusty room just south of Leipzig. men dream of hazy Stalinist façades as she brings a cigarette to her rouged lips. Belomorkanal. the rusted olive uniform pulls tighter as she draws in. octaves bellow from the speakers. it is time to hear from the homeland. how sickles gleam for the Union just like they did for Lenin. we don’t talk about him now though. sickles don’t gleam here like they ought to. the reels revolve unforgiving to the cry of a winter’s night. the ruby snow glints in torchlight. the night goes on. it has to. sieben sechs vier zwo neun drei sechs eins sieben null sechs acht fünf sieben E N D E

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May 13, 2013

May 13, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC

anthony-mckee

3820kHz

A C H T U N G acht neun acht sechs vier fünf zwo sechs drei eins fünf sieben acht null the radio spews over and over again void of meaning. or so they want us to think as the concrete wall keeps standing. they came to liberate us which they did. of thought of speech of word. see the ashen blocks sit aren’t they pretty? as dark red blotches stain their smooth surfaces like lipstick on wine glasses. an old fan turns slowly in a dusty room just south of Leipzig. men dream of hazy Stalinist façades as she brings a cigarette to her rouged lips. Belomorkanal. the rusted olive uniform pulls tighter as she draws in. octaves bellow from the speakers. it is time to hear from the homeland. how sickles gleam for the Union just like they did for Lenin. we don’t talk about him now though. sickles don’t gleam here like they ought to. the reels revolve unforgiving to the cry of a winter’s night. the ruby snow glints in torchlight. the night goes on. it has to. sieben sechs vier zwo neun drei sechs eins sieben null sechs acht fünf sieben E N D E

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respectability argument: to be honest, being british, i think you're being asked to be required in kenya.... unless french, and much needed in the ivory coast; unless of course bound to south america and resurrecting aztecs; but that's you, snogging Pocahontas: and there's me still thinking about L'vov in Ukraine and Vilnius in Lithuania, like some Greek torching Athens in order to reclaim the stature of being enclosed by the Koranic identification of being once named Byzantine. i make children in my sleep. parisian monkey dogue; i'll sell my mother for a chance to salute! seigel... heil! is that drowned or drunk monkeys? is that the fluffy ******** or the furry moustache? vexen ßeß - i'm getting the itch.... the children rebel, they read: azure eyed and the keeper: those americans aren't selling the idea of democracy, they're selling patriotism... we can't find patriotism after vietnam... i told you i sold the children the idea... they're hanging with me in the night... they're engaging everyone with drunk's antics... and 9 depths of Dante... when no-one aims to be intelligent, rather drunk... high-streets of Aleppo... only when children take to invoking a priestly Saturday... caste-made worth's of a ******** i charge to culprit the salutation... for whatever coaxing i too mind the hoax - veneered in vex - broadly gathered with a klux. x x x... x x x... wind-farms of Bavaria. tragedy in Dortmund, and navigating the E34... i think they call it the Bermuda spaghetti tangle... schloss... Mathias Pfred... y'ah, dirt-ridden with the Rhine... neun counter eins... luft, feuer, wasser, erde; zahnseide nach naiv chittern, denken bürste; ich nehmen die kontinent für schweinkratzen: kichernd beifall - cacao Brad Pitt... suede in foxtrot a vexing the ***** of mustard with merging ginger and brownshirt; skunk marching the heb toward allegiance texan, for that pretty period of living in the 1960s and the early 21st century... and god said: either a german or a pole will be my puppet joker, or i'll have a resurrection of israel! **** why not, i'll have both.

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Dec 10, 2016

Dec 10, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

weiß junge verdient blauhimmel

respectability argument: to be honest, being british, i think you're being asked to be required in kenya.... unless french, and much needed in the ivory coast; unless of course bound to south america and resurrecting aztecs; but that's you, snogging Pocahontas: and there's me still thinking about L'vov in Ukraine and Vilnius in Lithuania, like some Greek torching Athens in order to reclaim the stature of being enclosed by the Koranic identification of being once named Byzantine. i make children in my sleep. parisian monkey dogue; i'll sell my mother for a chance to salute! seigel... heil! is that drowned or drunk monkeys? is that the fluffy ******** or the furry moustache? vexen ßeß - i'm getting the itch.... the children rebel, they read: azure eyed and the keeper: those americans aren't selling the idea of democracy, they're selling patriotism... we can't find patriotism after vietnam... i told you i sold the children the idea... they're hanging with me in the night... they're engaging everyone with drunk's antics... and 9 depths of Dante... when no-one aims to be intelligent, rather drunk... high-streets of Aleppo... only when children take to invoking a priestly Saturday... caste-made worth's of a ******** i charge to culprit the salutation... for whatever coaxing i too mind the hoax - veneered in vex - broadly gathered with a klux. x x x... x x x... wind-farms of Bavaria. tragedy in Dortmund, and navigating the E34... i think they call it the Bermuda spaghetti tangle... schloss... Mathias Pfred... y'ah, dirt-ridden with the Rhine... neun counter eins... luft, feuer, wasser, erde; zahnseide nach naiv chittern, denken bürste; ich nehmen die kontinent für schweinkratzen: kichernd beifall - cacao Brad Pitt... suede in foxtrot a vexing the ***** of mustard with merging ginger and brownshirt; skunk marching the heb toward allegiance texan, for that pretty period of living in the 1960s and the early 21st century... and god said: either a german or a pole will be my puppet joker, or i'll have a resurrection of israel! **** why not, i'll have both.

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A lost minor in the mall. An abused child in the house. A neglected boy in the world. A lost boy in Neverland. Big bad wolf, howling orders. Mummified monster, dry smiles. Frigid rigid winter yeti, ice embraces. General parent, straight salutes. House of dreams. Land of imagination. Kingdom of make-believe. Imagica, Fantasia, Traumland. An escape, a path, a relief. Hypnos, watch over him. Morpheus, bless him. Epiales, stay away. Where scars can't be seen, sticks and words can't hurt, wounds can't bleed. Only engels reside, erwachsene demons, be ****** Go back to Dante's hell, neun kreise, continue your corruption of the Earth. Your trauma killed them, their Träume saved them. At least, leave them free here. Melatonin, save them before it's too late. Hypnos has to come himself to put the kids to sleep, Lullaby. Twinkle, twinkle, lost boy, how I wonder how you are? Up above the hell so high, like an angel in the sky. My hope is for you all to reach land of your dreams. Lost boys, forever, be lost.

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Feb 8, 2020

Feb 8, 2020 at 10:03 AM UTC

LostBlueBoy

Lost Boys

A lost minor in the mall. An abused child in the house. A neglected boy in the world. A lost boy in Neverland. Big bad wolf, howling orders. Mummified monster, dry smiles. Frigid rigid winter yeti, ice embraces. General parent, straight salutes. House of dreams. Land of imagination. Kingdom of make-believe. Imagica, Fantasia, Traumland. An escape, a path, a relief. Hypnos, watch over him. Morpheus, bless him. Epiales, stay away. Where scars can't be seen, sticks and words can't hurt, wounds can't bleed. Only engels reside, erwachsene demons, be ****** Go back to Dante's hell, neun kreise, continue your corruption of the Earth. Your trauma killed them, their Träume saved them. At least, leave them free here. Melatonin, save them before it's too late. Hypnos has to come himself to put the kids to sleep, Lullaby. Twinkle, twinkle, lost boy, how I wonder how you are? Up above the hell so high, like an angel in the sky. My hope is for you all to reach land of your dreams. Lost boys, forever, be lost.

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