"oko" poems
taj moj dragi,
što mi nije kao niko na ovome svetu
kada nađem se u snovima prejedem se slatkišima, tovarim čokoladice i bombone i šarene kremove da bih ćutala
ako se ušećeri poješce ga ljubičaste mušice, pomislih
pa se tako bojim još po koje krilatice, kao recimo aviona ili šarene lastavice
a ja kad-kad kratko i nespretno letim
punim se kamenjem i betonom
a praznim groznicom mednom
kada ruke ko dve reke ispoliva, useče oko mojih ko klavir rebara
pa mi se zbunjene pčele sele kroz čelo i telo celo
traži se nešto od kruške slađe
tu na usnama izvor namiguje
pa taj se, putnik čarobnjak
samnom ko lipa njiše
zimu šapatom pretvara u igru pustinjskog vetra
otvori oči i eto ga more
od koje li je on vrste?
za ogolićenu dušu odelo,
što lanenog kroja cvrstinu krije
nabori nemira i divljine
beskraj užarene širine
šavovi boje sunca
broje tugu nedostižnu
sa njim je toplo
sa njim je ritam najsjajnije zvezde
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
it's almost like saying:
atheism
and theism, or deism
or whatever.
it's rought comparison,
but that's the best i could ever hope
to allude to...
concerning the aye, eye, i...
oko: eye,
okno: window
oczko:
a little eye, typically
of a baby;
judasz / judas: the peeping hole
in your front door.
bilingualism is like
a mongolian horde in terms
of etymological
"struggles", i.e. introspections...
i can't even begin the platonic
assertion of form-morphing
that's translated into
darwinism of
monkey into an ape...
as someone who's into artistotle more
than into plato, because he's more
into shakespeare's dialogues than plato's...
i don't buy the platonic crap
in darwinism...
it would be, perfect,
if we were all reduced to monkey form,
and picked out one type of monkey
as our origins...
what, ******* point, would,
a shit-brick sized gorilla ever need to evolve?
a gorilla that could wrestle a tiger
and pin him to the floor, while breaking his jaw?
the **** is this?!
or right... choose a chimp...
but not a macaque monkey...
i'll just do what atheist
youtubers do... in terms of language:
******* imbecile!
pointless platonic imbeciles!
darwinism = platonism...
god, in the now, now, now...
now i should be exhibit (c) in a zoo...
or playing that ******* wormhole of a game
that's the sims...
eugenics didn't move it far along
the argument scale, that we needed
to play "god" while playing the sims...
there's nothing worth an aristotle in the framework
of darwinism...
darwinism is platonic...
it arises from the head, and the abstract,
rather than on the basis of the senses,
that said:
as one hindu guru said:
why aren't there more monkeys evolving,
turning into neanderthals?
the more atheists call others ********
we'll be swimming ad infinitum ad nauseam
in circles, concerning ourselves with
arguments, that... well...
are best summarised by a cat's
meow of concern for
the arguments in themselves...
bo'h- -ring!
oh look, retards either direction;
if that's what humanism has come down to...
seriously... if i were a gorilla... why would
i want to devolve?
so i can be subordinate
to beta-males' taxation rules of governing me?
punch the ******* in the face, and move on...
to me, aristotle would have rejected darwinism,
but plato? ooh hoo hoo... he'd be darwin's first disciple;
******* ponces.
don't bother questioning whether
poetry requires objectivity...
it's a non-objective form of expression...
as it was never supposed to be...
take your 1 + 1 = 2 elsewhere, and ponder it there.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
tren razuzdan razuzda sve zauzdano
što se uz vrisak pun sujete
rastajaše od uzdi svojih
poput deteta
kome se seče pupčana vrpca
ili radnika koji viče
burazeru proburazi mi aortu
a konj je plemenita životinja
i pauk koji zalud plete mreže
jer je konj brat vetrov
i pauk uzvikuje
dan i noć tvoje ime lucifere
zar si nem
dok čovek prži jaja
a ona mu se obraća
kao inferiornom biću
želi deset na oko
eh
zalud grca čovek
u procepu znatiželja
rađaće nam telad telad
takve više nema
miriše joj butine
da to je miris ruže
konji ržu pauci cvile
vlažnih ruku odlaze u rasejanje
vetar drami
put jednostavan
i **** ga pozdravlja
jer njegov brat je konj
duplim dekom mu vida rane
jadan li je put
uzvikuje
kupite moje uši u prodavnici mešovite robe
lomne su iluzije
dok čovek kiti jelek
trepavicama njenim
uzeglom štrudlom napoio je konja
loman i radošću prevejan mudrac
cmizdreći dao je ime njenoj duši
protkanoj hemoroidima
koji krvare
gore je smeštena smeša
blažen je onaj koji puva
kad procuri šulj
teško ju je doseći
opet se u snu javlja
on
kibicerski smeće
i maže na krišku hleba
mrtvog mačora
teško ju je doseći kaže
sa uma najvažniju stvar
stvar je ona koja mu dolazi glave
to je vrdalama
ona zauzdava tren
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
Fàdéshéwà!
Omo baba é,
Born with a silver spoon
Your fun will end soon.
Fàdéshéwà!
Oko Maama é,
All rods were spared
But she was ruined by her peer
Fàdéshéwà!
Omo Oba,
The beauty of our land
Now cursed by the gods.
Fàdéshéwà!!
The most beloved
Clothed with pride
From your fall you can never hide.
Fàdéshéwà!
Please make us proud.
That was her mama's cry
Yet she would not even try.
Fàdéshéwà!
Ranti omo eni ti iwo nse
Her father warned
But she refuses to fàdé shéwà.
Titles:FADESHEWA
S. O STHER©
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
Jakuta, the son of Aganju
The fiery son of Obatala
Violent ruler, grandson of Oduduwa
Sàngó, the one who screams with thunderbolt
A betroth to Osun, Oba and Oya
The husband of Oya
Sàngó, the third Alaafin of Oyo
Sàngó, god of thunder and lightning
Sàngó, the clappings of thunder,
His making.
Sàngó, maker of lightning
Sàngó, the dragon that consumes other dragons with fire
Sàngó, killer of Gbonga with his ferocious fire
Sàngó, Arabambi Oko Oya
Sàngó, Eleyinju Ogunna
Sàngó, Olukoso Lalu
Sàngó, the breathe of fire
Sàngó, Olukoso
Sàngó, Oloju Orogbo
Sàngó, the rescuer of Alaafin Ajaka
A favourite to the bata drums
Sàngó, Akara yeri yeri
Sàngó, the killer who was never killed
Sàngó, he who waves his double-headed axe
Sàngó, Oba koso
Sàngó, god of justice
Sàngó, god of dance
Sàngó, god of virility
Sàngó,
Xangó
Changó
Sàngó, Agodo
Sàngó, Afonja
Sàngó, Lubé
Sàngó, Obomin
Sàngó, the caster of thunderstones
Sàngó, god of iron
Sàngó, god of fire
Sàngó, the archetypical god
Sàngó, god of power
Sàngó, god dominance
Sàngó, king of Alujá
Sàngó, a great deity
Sàngó, a notable Magician
Sàngó oo
Sàngó oo
Sàngó oo
Olukoso oo
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC
Mama, you belong, now, to the ages,
"Dada awuru ya'le ya'gi oko, baba mi!"
I remember you'd fondly call me,
Rest on, Mama; We love you.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
Akingbade Ajasa
Okunrin merin oko Asabi
Omo kan sho sho Ajanaku
Omo omo Esugbade ilu dogun
You're a man greater than the gods
Akingbadesujoba you have dine with evil
Bi Akin pe oku ni popo, alaye a fohun
You'd rule the earth, let God hold his throne in heaven, your judgment is a man's last day.
Akin gbade odi oba
Akin wo igba ileke o joye
Akin wo lu o gba iyi
Akin se ti aiye odi oko oso, odi oko aje
Akin rola o gbagbe ewo
Akin roye o gbagbe iku
Akin robinrin gbagbe odale
Akin riyi o gbabge eledua to ni ayie lowo
The doom of a great man just begin
Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022 at 8:19 PM UTC
o reči moje
od uglja crnje
prošarane
zviždukom zmijskog jezika moga
zar ste se vratile
da sudite meni
ili onako šeretski
oko groba mi plešete
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
i'm starting to really see it as the next Kenya,
the Maldives or some obscure care
for a seashell...
exotica of an exile... funny how
there's no book entitled: the exile...
oh the misery of the jew,
double afront with israel being met -
that there's the book of exodus,
but there's no book of exile -
*czerwone korale!
czerwone niczym wino!
korale z polnej jarzębiny!
i łzy dziewczyny wielkie łzy!* -
i cite those words, to quote the unconscious,
to cite the primodal drive to
a feeding to relocate to a
shared ethnicity, nothing
to concern the spave voyage...
to craft global economy, and
cite Neil Armstrong...
to be level headed, and to be of the earth
bound, and unto earth returned...
best be readied to accept
morality, than dream-up immortality...
but i am a marriage...
i am but a marriage...
i dance to a polonais, and i dance to
a viennese waltz! and i shout hey!
and i shout tango! too...
such that the song be folk,
and be the song of rowan...
and given global affairs:
it's nothing but cheap, a care to huddle,
a care to hide...
a care to ask for a tortoise shell
and equal worth of year upon year
to match up to the most deserved
wise-men talk of immortality:
the żółw and the dąb:
Mietek! pats na ten żółwidąb!
do tańca Mietek! do tańca!
na tron oko sokoła! nic po nas z tą
flegmą reszty, co o cycek
świni maca pocałunek, i ssa dobytek!
pierdolone kuci kuci, hyda... mlask
takiej miłości! obfity w usta zamoczone
w piździe i oleju. ach nie to!
dawaj panie! niech tym dodać
co nie jeden tchu hyd!
jak złodziej Tuwim...
ja też pragne wtargać sie w tło Ęngliszczyzny;
ach nie tak...
ratój panie Bank! ratój panie dynamo!
ratój panie swój ostatni włos!
a patem panie bij go panie,
ten jedyny włos... o kłos!
a wtedy z takiego poczynania: wydób księge!
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
wpatrywaj sie w swoją dume, aby ani jedno oko ze słowem w plusk wody niewidome mówiło że kiedyś było godne nie grać w zagadki wyboru i braku checi; skoro cheć wybrała a życie nie-chęć była, choć daj ten lekki pozór ironii o życie warte jakiejś dziedzinny sto lat później!
słowem króla...
niby prezydenta...
niby karakana...
a ja to pierdole!
o tu! tu!
tu pingwin łokciem łamany gzymps
i dwa nagie miecze!
no masz, masz ten syfr zwany grónwald!
niech niewiasty chrystusa posolą mą
skóre na smak jodu i trucizny trumny
aby zaznać oczekiwany wiatr Sahar'y!
harm... harm... harm! kułak i renkaw
koszuli jako ozdoba kamienia i brzoskwini
z rękopisem noworodka... ja śnie!
bo brak mi snu jako artileria
galerii warszwy
wedle walk z nocą!
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
Koliko se puta moram uključiti u sustav i razoriti ga da bi dostigao neutralnost?
Jesam li ja sustav koji trebam razoriti?
Postoji li razlika između mene i svega oko mene?
Ako razorim sebe možda ću i svijet razoriti.
A onda se mogu ponovno roditi. Kao drugi sustav koji ima drugi zadatak. Jer moji je zadatak da razorim.
Mržnja, istinska mržnja dolazi iz ljubavi. Kao i potreba za osvetom. Možda mogu... i u ovom svijetu koji je lakše razoriti nego voliti..
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Baby🥰💕,
Olowo ori Asake,
Oko mama e,
Alabi Ife,
Ọmọ wọn ni'lu Ilorin.
You plant the seed of love in my heart.
You water the seed of love with your sweet words and then boom it sprouts,
You nourish the seedlings of your love with your caress,
Until its roots and stems are vibrant.
Even though I hurt you the most,
Even though I snub you the most,
Even though...
You never ceased to be appealing to me,
You hold me tight like I will fall,
You are always there when I need you the most and,
You deserve the best.
Now,I promise to reveal the best part of me.
I love you💕.
Money is essential Sha😀
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 3:42 AM UTC
*ozór mam swej ręce,
oko
w swym pysku,
a słowo,
w swym oku; \ \ \ \
jeno anioł siedzi w mym
uchu, i gawędzi
jak jakiś chłop
o marnym wykształceniu;
bo se baba chciała chłopa...
co by wydoił koze!
a ten chlop...
hula-hula-hoop!
ucho zbyt warte...
prawie nie warte
kiedy serce szepcze;
i serce szepcze,
to co umysł głosi na folwarku!
ten sam: za rok znowu
wiosna!
a serce szeptem:
zapawene...
a ty nie ojcem oczekiwań
masz nie zaznać jakąś zmiane,
chociaż tą najmniejszą,
by dać roku wyrok - tzn.
ten przed, nigdy nie
będzie ten po?
nawet te zmarszczki na twym
czole, to nie te same glizdy
w glebie ciebie, adamie,
zwanym ziemio?*
i have my tongue
in my hand,
my eye
in my gob,
and the word,
in my eye. / / / /
moj jedyny kres to
watek ukrainski...
poza czym, jedynie
slask wyrósł...
contra conslave
hrabiń, i hrabów.
i tak też zerkam kiedy
na piaskach
ojczyzny... ależ dziwnie,
prawie, a nawet wcale
jak niby to miało być i na mój
odczuć: ponownie w domu;
nie;
i już nigdy tak
nie będzie,
pomimo to że z tej
ziemi jestem -
pies warczy, pies szczeka...
las otchłan ziewnienciem
otwiera,
i tym, zasłania ludzką mowe,
mowiąc:
to co myślisz, nie jest
to co wiesz...
jak w ogrodzie:
i będziecie znać różnice między
myślą, a wiedzą, powiedział dzik...
tym, drugim kłamstwem
od pierwszego, zapewnionym.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
I am heartless.
I am bossy.
I care less.
I am mean.
I treat you like trash.
So you said.
I want to feel culpable.
And say, I am sorry.
But, you pressed the red button;
when you labelled me;
a mistake in your life.
I pinched myself real hard.
To let go the shock.
Yet, you feel no remorse.
You're unrepentant.
And that's the extreme.
I recalled your hurt to you.
You asked me to change the topic.
I understand it's no longer us,
I use to know.
We seem to ourselves strangers.
I no longer see you.
I see an alien.
Trespassing into my galaxy.
I must save my world.
Before I lose my mind.
Let me lose you.
One for one.
Is far better to losing everything.
I will wipe you off my memory.
You will cease to exist in my mind.
I'll pluck a better flower.
Who will see the good in me.
Who will tell me my acts the minute;
I as a human hurt her.
How can you be so bitter?
Nursing all my hurts from day one.
The times you messed things up,
You dragged your sinister shell;
to seek forgiveness from me.
I never turned you down.
I know I am a ******
I know I am blunt.
But I am the meekest man;
ever alive on this planet.
Your silence and mischief stinks;
like oko filling ground.
Where passers by find it hard to breathe.
Haven't I lived in that strange strench?
For too long I have tried to breathe.
For this once I have to leave.
I know you've long left me.
You had all your actions in a script.
Before a little oil droplet;
hit the wall of your lamp.
For you to shine the darkest light.
What you seek, you did not find.
What I will be is without you.
I am grateful for your good acts.
The times you acted an angel.
These days you are no better;
than a fallen angel.
Wild and rusty.
You've lost your beautiful wings.
I pray you find what you seek.
I'm sure you'll find your kind.
Because my kind is rare.
Now I am looking back.
Garnering all the fragments;
of our memories to burn them.
Burning these memories;
will pave way for a fresh start.
Than waking the dead long gone.
'Tis like making a fire on the ocean.
'Tis like playing romance with a viper.
Getting stung shouldn't be a surprise.
And I'm no fan of surprises.
I'll burn these memories;
so I can live again.
Burning memories.
The antidote to living again.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC