"oes" poems
Aye,..Uhh
where the weed...Where..(Where the2)..drinks..(Where the2)..weed..(where the2)..drinks..Uhh..Let's have some fun tonight mane, Yeah let's have some fun Aye..(Where the3)..weed, where..(where the2)..drinks,..Where..(Where the2)..weed..(Where the3).. Drinks..(Aye, let's have some fun tonight mane2)..(Yeah..let's have some fun*2)..Aye..
Burn up, Blaze up..Yeah burn up, Yeah Blaze up, Yeah po up, Yeah drink up, Yeah burn up..Yeah po up..Yeah..Blaze up, Yeah drink up.. let's (turn up2)..Yeah..let's..have (some fun2)..Yeah have fun mane..Aye..(Where the3)..weed..Yeah..where..(where the2)..drinks..(Yeah let's have some fun2)..tonight mane,aye..(Where the2)..weed..Yeah..(Where the2)..drinks..(Aye let's have some fun3)..Tonight mane..Aye..Po up Yeah, Blaze up Yeah...drink up ***** & burn up man..(let's have some fun..Yeah*3) man..Aye
OFTR, we throwing a house party like we in the 70s era dawg, yeah we gonna have this **** jumping like Kid n Play dude.., mane
The whole crib gonna foggy filled up wit hella smoke, aye..Yeah ***** that dope..Yeah that good kush aroma dawg..The only thing you can really see is the fire at the end of the roll up..Everybody drinking yeah Everybody rolling up, Yeah everybody coughing & choking & (having fun*3).. Yeah..my nigaa..Yeah we puffing on funky, Uhh.. Homie leave all the stress at the front door man..so
Don't bring no drama, don't bring no problems, don't bring no ******* don't bring no false ones, & don't bring no stank ho's please dawg..forget blowing ****** we got sticky icky grown organically, no pesticides Yeah mane..just straight THC Thats it..home grown , Yeah we..(having fun*3)..relaxing kicking back Yeah kicking back a young ***** had a long *** tiresome day, now its time to unwind get high & have some fun..Yeah..man..Uhh..
Yeah, its time to roll up,Yeah, its time burn up, Yeah its time to po up..Yeah, its time get super drunk..
(Yeah just having fun*2)
(Have fun*3)...man..
Yeah, we gone turn up tonight dawg, Aye we got 40s OEs, Aye we got champagne, clicquot mane,Aye..we got Budweiser, bud lights,coronas & 2,11s by the case load,..also ***** gin, & vsop..Yeah we getting ****** up like a white fraternity, please don't throw up mane,..make sure you eat..Aye mane, **** what people think about me I just live my life, who's the **** to tell me I ain't living right..nobody **** right..
(We having so much fun yeah*3)..tonight should be here dawg , come now, Noo we ain't stopping till the morning.. That's how OFTR party dawg..Uhh Yeah we party hard Aye..
(Where the **** at mane,Yeah where the drinks at,Aye4)...(burn up, po up, twist Yeah, don't stop..Uhh,Yeah3)..
/Don't stop,3../3...
ever nigga..let's go..
Noo I ain't done wit this song no not at all
...Ohh, that's what you thought dawg, **** I still got some more turning up to do.. Man I still got kegs & bags of marijuana that ain't even half way through we getting throwed ,like a football, Yeah we so gone mane..(Ohh*3)..Yeah dawg, Let's go..
(burn up, po up, twist Yeah, don't stop..Uhh,Yeah*3)
/(Have fun3)..Yeah mane/2
(Have fun*3) Yeah..Uhh
where the weed...Where..(Where the2)..drinks..(Where the2)..weed..(where the2)..drinks..Uhh..Let's have some fun tonight mane, Yeah let's have some fun Aye..(Where the3)..weed, where..(where the2)..drinks,..Where..(Where the2)..weed..(Where the3).. Drinks..(Aye, let's have some fun tonight mane2)..(Yeah..let's have some fun*2)..Aye..
Burn up, Blaze up..Yeah burn up, Yeah Blaze up, Yeah po up, Yeah drink up, Yeah burn up..Yeah po up..Yeah..Blaze up, Yeah drink up.. let's (turn up2)..Yeah..let's..have (some fun2)..Yeah have fun mane..Aye..(Where the3)..weed..Yeah..where..(where the2)..drinks..(Yeah let's have some fun2)..tonight mane,aye..(Where the2)..weed..Yeah..(Where the2)..drinks..(Aye let's have some fun3)..Tonight mane..Aye..Po up Yeah, Blaze up Yeah...drink up ***** & burn up man..(let's have some fun..Yeah*3) man..Aye
We doing what we want Yeah..we having so much fun man, we twisting & drinking we living free Yeah..we living freer..than they want us to be , Yeah..we breaking all the rules like **** Dat **** Noo, we don't care about polices, noo, we don't give a **** about nothing, like **** all the laws homie, Naw mane,
/we just do what we want..(Yeah2..)/2
we gone kick back & roll up the whole pacc, Yeah man,we gone wake up tomorrow & do the same **** again..Yeah man, we gone live it up..(Yeah, we gone have some fun3)..tonight.. (Yeah2)..Aye..Uhh
Where..(where the3)..weed at...Where..(Where the3)..drinks at..Uhh..(Where the2)..weed..(where the2)..drinks..Uhh..Yeah
Let's have some fun tonight mane, Yeah let's have some fun Aye..(Where the3)..weed, where..(where the2)..drinks,..Where..(Where the2)..weed..(Where the3).. Drinks..Aye, let's have some fun tonight mane..
(Yeah..let's have some fun*3)..Aye..
(Uhh..Yeah, Blaze up, burn up, drink up , po up, Yeah Blaze up, burn up, turn up, drink mo*3)
(Have fun6)..(Yeah have fun4)..
Man..
Let's have some fun..Aye
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
My kinderjare was
Soetsappige drome
En ek het weggesluimer
Agter suiwer onskuld,
Met ń krag van geloof
Wat my oortuig het dat
My God ook jou God is...
Dat elke pad ń onnodige
Veiligheidsgordel verg
Dat elke beursie ń oneindigheid van R20
Note besit het en dat
Elke graf leeg was na die derde dag
Dit was deur die verskillende stadia van bogenoemde
Uiltjies knip wat my
Tot die meerderheids
Besef van addolosensie gebring het.
Selfs al het ek teen ń
Eksponensiële spoed
Ń volwasse begrip ontwikkel
,Was my redenasie oor die
Hiernamaals nog vaag
Met slaap in die oog
Eers toe daar een
langs my Val
En tien aan my sy
Het die drakoniese deun
Van die doodswek my
Uit my snoesige slaap geruk.
Met elke groef wat nuwe
Paaie teer vir my trane,
Elke silwer randjie wat
Lostrek van die donker wolke
En op my hoof kom rus
Soos die koue staal
Van ń koningin se swaard
Wat my inlyf in die
Sidderende realiteit van grootword en lewe
Nou is die droom verby
Nou staan ek op
En vrees om plat te val...
Ek oes en saai
Met ń bekommernis of my ploeg iets sal maai...
Nou word paaie ń lang gebed
Ter beskerming van my hart
Wat ek so maklik uitdeel
En beursies ń kommoditeit
Wat skree van die honger
Soos die mense van ń land
Wat al sy geloof verloor het...
Nou brand die sand my voete
En die seesout droog my vel...
Nou word wraak ń amp
En liefde ń kombinasie
Van gifte en giwwe
, maar ek sal nooit weet
Wanneer is dit wat nie...
Nou word lewe ń gebed.
Ek het ophou my
Kinder rympies sê,
Nou bid ek pynlik swaar
En hoop dat God
Nog genade vir my en
vir jou Sal hê
Amen
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
What is he buzzing in my ears?
“Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale of tears?”
Ah, reverend sir, not I!
What I viewed there once, what I view again
Where the physic bottles stand
On the table’s edge,—is a suburb lane,
With a wall to my bedside hand.
That lane sloped, much as the bottles do,
From a house you could descry
O’er the garden-wall: is the curtain blue
Or green to a healthy eye?
To mine, it serves for the old June weather
Blue above lane and wall;
And that farthest bottle labelled “Ether”
Is the house o’ertopping all.
At a terrace, somewhere near the stopper,
There watched for me, one June,
A girl; I know, sir, it’s improper,
My poor mind’s out of tune.
Only, there was a way… you crept
Close by the side, to dodge
Eyes in the house, two eyes except:
They styled their house “The Lodge”.
What right had a lounger up their lane?
But, by creeping very close,
With the good wall’s help,—their eyes might strain
And stretch themselves to Oes,
Yet never catch her and me together,
As she left the attic, there,
By the rim of the bottle labelled “Ether”,
And stole from stair to stair,
And stood by the rose-wreathed gate. Alas,
We loved, sir—used to meet:
How sad and bad and mad it was—
But then, how it was sweet!
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Heno, ‘dw i’n syllu,
Heno, ti’n gwingo,
Heno, ‘dw i’n gwintyllu
Yr awel sy’n ddi-flino.
Heno, ti adra,
A’r hiraeth wedi cilio.
Heno, ‘dw i adra,
A’r atgof yn fy mlingo.
Heno, does na’m newid
i be’ ti’n deimlo,
i be ‘dw i’n gofio.
Heno, nid oes addewid,
Heno, nid oes ni.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
as ek klaar in when i have finished
die oomblik verdrink het drowning in the moment
kan ek i can
asem skep draw breath
in die diepte in the depths
van my siel of my soul
is daar ruimte there is space
om te groei to grow
en die sade and the seeds
wat ek saai that i sow
sal vrugte gee will give fruit
as ek elke vrug with each fruit i
pluk pick
sal daar groot there will be great
tevredenheid satisfaction
ontwikkel developing
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
Let go
what does that truly mean?
are we to fall to our deaths
or go on with our lives
how does one truly,
let go
are you to forget everything
or simple pretend you no longer care
let go
two words
so simple
but the action is so hard
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
As I lay here thinking back to the days;
When everything was simply and alright; Wondering
How this all happen. Some days I do.... really
I do, want to go back, but I know I can't for
This is where I'm suppose to be; This is where it is at.
Everyday I wake up, make some
Breakfast, and greet the new day. Ready to
Live, I put on my pants, shirt, and
A smile to keep me moving through the day. Keeping the
Negative thoughts from my mind, it's hard, but
Keeping those thoughts away, most of the time,
Prevents a lot of crap and stuff from happening.
And so here I lay as the last thoughts of the day
Goes rushing through my head;
Everyone will be fine, In. The. End.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:22 PM UTC
Her hair was a rose of
wonder that I fancied
touching, envisioning
sweet caress of tender-
mossy skin on softened
shore of wet peat-bog,
sinewy, wispy essence
true, intoxication oceanic
Ogyges-blue, observe a
mechanized Sol-to-solace
too, what I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I in
my solicitude and appre-
-hensive about her truth,
*Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-
-I-I-I-I* know, I know and *I-I-
-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-ah* I know oh, oh, if
I lose her, if she go-oh-oes, *I-I-I,
I-I-I, I-I-I,* will, will *die-eye-I-I-I,
I will die-eye-I oh, oh, oh, oh,*
my love I will die-eye-I-I-I, oh my
my love will die-eye-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I…
My love will die-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I…
* My Love Will Die! *
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
.
She gazed upon †he grea† expanse,
sof† sand hid small †oes on her fee†.
A deser† daisy gen†ly caressed her hands,
†he sunshine made her day comple†e.
She walked alone on this beautiful day.
This li††le angel had jus† †urned seven.
†o ga†her her momma a fresh bouque†,
for some reason has lef† her for Heaven.
Each flower was burdened with a clump of dir†,
I wi†nessed the swee†es† †hing †oday.
I had cried and wiped †ears on my shir†,
when my mind said †o jus† walk away.
"Daddy, can Jesus le† her come ou† †o play?
How do you answer a young girl of seven?
"Jus† like we did †he o†her day."
"We can, when we ge† †o Heaven."
.
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 10:35 PM UTC
K ind
y ou can talk
l ikes to be silly
e asy going
R ight there for you
i like to hang out with him
g oes crazy when mad and he is protective of people
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
*When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air oes laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;
When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary, and Susan, and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing, "Ha, ha, he!"
When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
When our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"*
William Blake 1757--1827
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
C an i even attempt to be
A miable to your lover? Or is the
S ensitivity of my ego beginning to
S eparate my link to you, should I
A ssume that you have
N o love to spare for me?And
D oes he meet you demand of your
R outinely constant love or am i too ****
A rrogant to see you have no need for me?
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
So
As
You can see,
All I wanted was you, and
Now I got nothing. And
Yet I have everything. It's the little
Things in life that matter.
However, being with you was the greatest moment
In my life, but I will find someone who means so much more.
Now; I will just sit here and watch the sun as it
Goes down, only to wait until it raises to greet a new day.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 3:42 PM UTC
D oes not need anyone
a lways there even though gone
n eeded to be heard
i still love him
e ven tho he is gone
l oved me when he was alive
S aw my pain
h as his own way of helping me
w as always there
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
verweef
deur die dreuning
van reuse masjiene
‘n flikkerende stroom
hierdie oes
is die wieg
van volgende jaar
se droom
#
woven
through the rumble
of giant machines
a flickering stream
this harvest
is the cradle
of next year’s
dream
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
D oes
E very
S ingle
I ndividual
G et
N oticed
A ssessed
T agged
E very
D ay
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 1:49 PM UTC
Does it ever end?
Everyone leaves or fades
Answers are so confusing
Taken much too young
How will we go on?
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Mucho les importa la poesía.
Hablan constantemente de la poesía,
y se prueban metáforas como putas sostenes
ante el oval espejo de las oes pulidas
que la admiración abre en las bocas afines.
Aman la intimidad, sus interioridades
les producen orgasmos repentinos:
entreabren las sedas de su escote,
desatan cintas, desanudan lazos,
y misteriosamente,
con señas enigmáticas que el azar mitifica,
llaman a sus adeptos:
-Mira, mira…
Detrás de las cortinas,
en el lujo en penumbra de los viejos salones
que los brocados doran con resplandor oscuro,
sus adiposidades brillan pálidamente
un instante glorioso.
Eso les basta.
Otras tardes de otoño reconstruyen
el esplendor de un tiempo desahuciado
por deudas impagables, perdido en la ruleta
de un lejano Casino junto a un lago
por el que se deslizan cisnes, cisnes
cuyo perfil
-anotan sonrientes-
susurra, intermitente, eses silentes:
aliterada letra herida,
casi exhalada
-puesto que surgida
de la aterida pulcritud del ala-
en un S. O. S. que resbala
y que un peligro inadvertido evoca.
¡Y el cisne-cero-cisne que equivoca
al agua antes tranquila y ya alarmada,
era tan sólo nada-cisne-nada!
Pesados terciopelos sus éxtasis sofocan.
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You know whence that statement is, don't you?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXXVIII)
Watch Instagram for flavour, will ya hence?
They'll talk of how their day was, and t'avail
Which styles they purchase, Starbucks like to scale
In hands well-manicured, for all good sense.
I won't remember to take photos whence
Lo, "cheeky missy" could prove she in pale
Excuse might have a life too, no. Detail
Whatever in these sonnets none read thence.
Talk to my friends and fam'ly in a tour
Of living, NOT my phone. NO vid'oes to
Show, um, the world I have good dishes fer
Consumption, that my style is grand and "you
Should follow me." No. I just live, in poor
'Scuse. Dream of yonder, and fade slowly through.
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 12:12 AM UTC
I
W**ait for Another Negative Thought
To Overpower me
but Does It Even matter?
But I can't stop thinking that,
I just...
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC