"oss" poems
He was taken into custody on Friday
After he got off a bus in Marseille
That had come from Amsterdam
By way of Brussels,
According to police.
The manhunt began
After he opened fire
At the Jewish Museum
In the center of Brussels,
Killing at least 3 people,
Obviously: an anti-Semitic attack.
He was taken into custody
“As soon as he set foot in France,”
According to François Hollande,
Congratulating himself
For an efficient round up of
The usual suspects, all Jihadi
Round trippers from Syria.
He was taken into custody in a mere 6 days--
A magnifique display of French efficiency,
A sublime achievement by
Our furry friends in
Police-Protective Services.
The swarthy perp was carrying a Kalashnikov--
That’s AK-47 for you NRA gun nuts--
A handgun, ammunition, a baseball cap,
A small video recording device, and a
Copy of The Koran,
All items matching
Descriptions of the gunman,
And, even if not, a known-terrorist
Named Mahdi bin Laden,
Carrying an assault rifle
Would have been enough
To fit the profile,
Justify the profiling,
Sufficient to stop anyone
Passing through Customs,
Except, of course
The French Corps Diplomatique,
Wreaking most of the havoc in the EU these days.
There was once a time when any Thom, Dieter or Heine
Could get outta town on a ratline,
Blessed by the Pope,
Assisted by the OSS.
A white linen suit and a Panama hat:
Was all it took any Schutzstaffel
To pull off another Argentine makeover,
Melt into the landscape,
Speaking Spanish with a thick German brogue.
It’s nice to know
Jew persecution is criminal,
Socially frowned on these days.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
Acrostic poem.
I tell you all 'bout yourself so deeply.
Loss of words I'll never get surely,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Victory will come so quickly,
Ever imagining it as purely.
Your question goes clearly,
Of course sharing openly,
Up & above all happily.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
I.
this room tastes like a storm on the sea:
salt crashes in waves
against the soft shore of my lips,
hot like thunder, hard as hail.
drenched, desperate, drowning,
fingers palm-deep in wet earth,
you infuse my blood with lightning,
fill my lungs with water,
pull me under--
a death knell floods our ears,
a furious cradle of waves;
our eyes shut, lashes silvered with rain,
mouths crushed, sharing one last breath,
electricity still humming at my core,
our bodies making
last promises
II.
the current lifts us to the surface;
we clasp each other and pray to the old gods
ignite us, belyse oss, strike us, ignite--
the sky yellows over us
and we taste petroleum on our tongues
and we dig in with fingers and limbs
we absorb each other, we hold--
your eyes are blue as the water
when the wind rips you from me--
ignite us ignite us
lightning breaks the tempest--
bathed in gasoline, we become
two flames in the sea,
inextinguishable.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
Det kaller på oss
som en svak hvisken i vintervinden følger det oss
Aldri slipper vi unna dets kalde gisp
Den tunge kjettingen strammes rundt brystet
Kulden sprer seg gjennom kroppen
Lammer tankene
Fyller sinnet
Til det omfavner deg
Og alt du ser er
dødt
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
I stjärnornas ljus
utan boning utan hus.
Hör vindens svaga sång
livet tystnar på en gång.
I luften viskas hemligheter
resandes i evigheter.
Världen är blott en dröm
djupt i din sömn.
Stig på i nattens famn
följ med oss om du kan.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
There's few spaces
in this world where
a sea of faces
doesn't scare me.
There's fewer spaces
in this world where
the faces turn up
to me and smile -
real, actual smiles -
and not the fake ones for shady profiles.
I love you guys.
I see Open Eyes -
filled with a thirst
to know more,
see more,
be more,
be better than before.
Eyes that do not blink
at the introduction of something new, views that don't flinch
when given something
to think about.
I see Open minds -
welcoming the creation
of a brand-new world,
one where art doesn't
have to shuffle along the sidelines
of a room,
where society can leave
its guidelines at the door.
I'm sure that we here,
today,
are the first to realize
that art creates a life
beyond the arbitrary
beating of hearts.
We're children
of the first thinking generation,
catching on to swinging anchors
from sinking ships
to swim up and
breathe in the first gulps of art.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
A new kind of acrostic for my Pooja:
While observing this love of ours,
Over the time this world will be jealous.
Me you will always find by your side,
But we won't let 'em drain our hours,
Mine you are solely & I am only yours,
Over the decades, they will observe us,
We will rather enjoy our lovely showers.
Yes, my love, we are going to be happy,
Over the long time span of several years,
Under the blessings bestowed upon us,
Rose of our love has no thorns,
Up above into the bed of soft clouds,
Onto our heads from the divine mother,
Yes, my love, it'll be her blessing for us.
I love you and that's an irreversible fact,
Nostalgia of her loving caring nature is here,
Toss all the worry away into the water,
Onto the surface of an agitated stream,
Think of us both as the same entity,
Never fear the outcome of a nicely done job,
I am your friend and your mother.
Cool whispers will make their way,
Onto your ears they will make ways,
Medley of pop songs they will play,
Even though we will have differences,
My love you cherish, multiply & reflect,
Over the moonlit sky so dark blue,
Calling all the best caring careful souls.
We, you and me, are blessed to be together,
It's as if we were never different actually,
Let's not worry about the unknown future,
Let's just receive what comes with open arms,
Let's not fear anything that has not happened yet,
It's impractical to worry about the unknown,
What if we succeed should be our thought.
Because you love me like you have never loved,
And I love you exactly like you ever wanted,
Being together should be our foremost priority,
Yes, with each other we are creating magic,
But this is just a hint of our potential together,
And we are capable of a lot more after marriage,
Because you and I love each other so much.
Another thing about this love of ours,
A baby will come into your womb.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
Arm gooin' daàn me muvva's
An arm gonna goo by buz
Cos me feet am bloomin' urtin'
An I aint got me an oss
Then arm off to ave some bevvies
An arm gonna get kaylied
If yow'm in the Jolly Nailor
Then arl shaàt ya one inside
Doh goo bein' a soft apeth
Doh goo doin' owt thats daft
Cos when yow'v dun ad' a skinful
Then yow know yow just get saft
If ar doh see yow befow'r yow goo
Arl see yow on anon
Cos arm kippin' on the sofa
Raànd me mums aàs back up um
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
Vad var det vi sa när vi
sträckte ut våra armar
Vad var det vi sa när vi två
tittade ut ifrån berget
Vad var när vi skrek när drommar bar oss bortom stan
Å, en dag ska vi härifrån
Och vis ska slåss
Ja, vi ska slåss mot goliat
Så tror på mig,
för jag vet att du är modigast
//
What was it that we said, when we
threw our arms up against the wind
What was is that we said,
when we watched, hand-in-hand, from the mountaintop
What was it that we shouted, when our dreams
carried us far beyond the city
One day,
we'll leave this place.
So we shall fight
Goliath never stood a chance ;
Trust me
for I am testimony
to your courage
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:18 AM UTC
The years they pass and fade down into notHing
but mEmories still Linger everywhere
I always knew my liFe was meant for something
and every step i guess has brought me hEre
the mysterY was never in times coming
the misery was never in times gOne
bUt Hope and ache and joy and pAin and loVing
brought faith and failurE and the strength to carry on
cause life is not soMe road that we're all walking
it's dAys and hours and momenTs spenT with you
and whEn the liaRs and deceivers Start their talking
i can tell what's false from what is true
theY say each day's a gift thOUgh none are perfect
like broken toys reWrapped so carefully
stILl every Loss and victory was worth it
and every Scar's becomE a part of mE
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
är världens fira
att det tog dig ifrån mig
från oss?
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Gjennom språk gjør vi oss forstått
alikevel virker det ikke som vi forstår
vi snakker sammen
bruker språket
later som om vi lytter
mens vi egentlig bare venter
venter på at personen skal bli ferdig
slik at vi selv kan snakke
skape forståelse
uten egentlig å forstå
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
ta meg hjem
gates bevoktet av Troll
sterke menn
sterke kvinner
sterke folk
la meg kjempe sammen
med deg
bror
søster
den kalde kan ikke skade oss
la oss gå hjem
til skjønnhet og fredelig
til frisk luft
og vennlig gatene
feire til Ragnarök
og henge vår elendigheter
på Yggdrassil
over bro
over Troll
der det hele begynte
la oss være brennende som våre forfedre
smart som vår kin
vi har fortsatt tid
la oss gå hjem,
la oss gå hjem,
la oss gå hjem,
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Ef veröldin vissi að hve miklu leyti
þú þjáðist á krossinum þínum,
myndi trú hjá oss brenna eins og þúsund sólir.
Þeir munu aldrei þekkja
þyrnana sem stungu í þig,
eða hvössu flísarnar sem brunnu á bakinu.
Jafnvel þú, Drottinn vor,
spurðir Föðurinn af hverju;
Æ, sjáðu ekki vort trúleysi!
Fyrirgef þú oss syndugum mönnum;
veit þú oss þína miskunn;
börnin þín erum týnd;
þó ég allra týndastur.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Herregud, jeg påkaller Deg.
Jeg ber Deg om ikke noe stort
eller noe som endrer verdens evighet.
Jeg ber Deg om å rense min sjel,
og føre meg til det gode, omgitt av
en verden hvori jeg angrer meget.
Jeg ber Deg om å dyrke min tro
slik at jeg dyrker Deg på den måten
som fortjenes og trenges.
Jeg ber Deg særlig om å forsyne
min slekt med helse og nåde,
selv om ikke alle innser Ditt ansikts lys.
Men mitt siste ønske ber jeg mest innvilges;
jeg ber Deg om å tilgi oss alle, Herregud,
Freds Prins, i all Din herlighet.
Led alle Dine falne barn
inn i Din evige tilstedeværelse.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
Man får säga ibland
Att det finns skönhet som inte går att beskriva
När till och med en himmelsk strand
Skulle se gräslig ut om man skulle jämföra
Så länge jag bor här
Kommer det inte finnas något att klaga på
Vi är som ett par
Med två partiklar som möttes och blev oskiljaktiga
Jag har varit med dig i tre år nu
Och kärleken brinner fortfarande
Det är uppenbarligen jag och du
Och det är inget erbjudande
Det är hellre ett vackert oundvikligt löfte
Som skrevs med outplånligt bläck på ett häfte
Du ser ut som en mångfacetterad hydra
Som står ovanför en blå matta
Det känns så skönt att korsa dina broar
Och att gå vilse i kurvorna du har
Jag måste också prata om din gröna klänning
Som man inte kan undvika att smeka
Den absorberar solsken, släpper syre, får oss att leva
Och gör mig glad när jag kommer kring
Du är ljusare än solen under sommaren
Men mörkare än ett svart hål när vinter spränger dörren
Som regnet som får regnbågen att dyka upp
Uppskattar jag mörkret för då ser man norrsken
Samtidigt, brukar snö bygga upp
En vit rock som försvinner sen
Du var inte mitt första val från början
Men nu står du högst upp på listan
Jag behöver erkänna att jag är kär i dig
Trots att du inte ens är en riktig tjej.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
Hon brukar ha på sig en mössa
Som gömmer en del av långa håret
En gyllene kaskad som inte blöter
Men är *** lugnande, och skiner
Mössan skämmer aldrig bort ansiktet
Huset till hennes fina ögon, gul, grå, och blå
En blandning som måste bedömas som perfekt
Så tydlig som en plus en är lika med två
Det känns alltid bra att resa söderut
Att flygga utifrån språngbrädan
Och att ta **** tack vare vinden
Som blåser periodiskt när hon andas ut
Jag landar då på hennes mun
Som hyser den hemliga bron
Som väntar på att jag närmar mig för att hälsa på,
Inte varje gång, men det blir alltid en härlig överraskning då
Jag brukar stanna kvar där en stund
Vaggad av vågorna bildas av hennes läppars kurvor
Och inser att man kan väl resa utan att flytta på sig
Jag står här orörlig och kysser henne
Det räcker för att skapa nya banor
Som leder till ett ställe som kallas extas
Ett ställe som kan enbart finnas
När vi är tillsammans,
När det finns inget avstånd mellan oss
När vi är i mitten av en sensuell dans
Det är klart att jag vill ta ingen paus
Men hellre fortsätta tills natten gradvis raderas av solen
Tills det är dags att börja om resan igen.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:47 AM UTC
ik gal te dass mainu
Jo zehan ch hai mere
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlaan
Yaa hath chumme tere
tere bullan di tareef pakka
Keeti honi ae
Tere jisam te nishani koi
Ditti honi ae
Haaye kujh taan hoya ae
Dona de dassde chehre
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlan
Yaa hath chumme tere
** mainu supne aunde rehnde aa
Ohde te tere ni
Ohnu seene te sulaavein
Tu har raat-henere ni
Mera chehra nai ghummda
Tere ohdon char chufere
Ohne mattha chumeya pehlan
Yaa hath chumme tere
Preet waangu pyar oss ton
Zaahir nahin hona
Paise wala taan hona ae
Par shaayar nahin hona
Ohde naal lai layi tu
Main maut naal lai loon phere
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC