"pel" poems
Nelle case, dove ancora
si ragiona coi vicini
presso al fuoco, e già la nuora
porta a nanna i suoi bambini,
uno in collo e due per mano;
pel camino nero il vento,
tra lo scoppiettar dei ciocchi,
porta un suono lungo e lento,
tre, poi cinque, sette tocchi,
da un paese assai lontano:
tre, poi cinque e sette voci,
lente e languide, di gente:
voci dal borgo alle croci,
gente che non ha più niente:
- Fate piano! Piano! Piano!
Non vogliamo saper nulla:
notte? Giorno? Verno? State?
Piano, voi, con quella culla!
Che non pianga il ***** Fate
piano! Piano! Piano! Piano!
Non vogliamo ricordare
vino e grano, monte e piano,
la capanna, il focolare,
mamma, bimbi... Fate piano!
Piano! Piano! Piano! Piano!
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She'll brew a *** of bliss and then she'll pour it in your cup
She'll dance around the room until the gloom is all drunk up
She's not your normal angel, boy and of that you should be glad
For she fills a parlour naked more than many girls do clad
She's an angel from Newfoundland and St. Andrews knew her well
She's certainly no Flatrock as Tickle Harbour's boys can tell
And Jackson's and Chapple's Arms they both have been in her's
She's even been to Merasheen don't tell the other girls
Her "H"s have an "H" in them and her voice a lilting sound
But if you want sincerity no better can be found
Her love's as pure as dynamite she'll blow you off the shelf
She'll make your whisker hairs stand up and your little man an elf
She's an angel now in Tor-onto, On-tar-i-ario
She moved there when her parents died and she didn't know where to go
Ah, Mississauga knows her well and so does Hamilton
But Toronto is the place to be when she is having fun
She says she works a fancy bar called the Iron Cross Cha-pel
Where pretty men come in all dressed up and cuss and kiss as well
She cannot find a boyfriend there but she has lots of dates
They give her lots of Ecstasy and tell her it's not ****
She's an angel from Newfoundland and St. Andrews knew her well
She's certainly no Flatrock as Tickle Harbour's boys can tell
And Jackson's and Chapple's Arms they both have been in her's
She's even been to Merasheen don't tell the other girls
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 7:05 PM UTC
CAN I BE YOUR SMILE KEEPER....
My special lady can I keep you company,
I promise I won't Weaste your time,
I'm not well known but i know fame,
I can see you need a nanny,
Oh girl can I be your friend,
I can see you don't comprehend,
But sure I will be the best ,
Forget all about my past,
Girl can I be your smile keeper,
I promise I will save it,
Just shower me with that silver smile,
I will make you look hapier,
I will make you feel like you are around cloud,
My voice is melody ,
My words will be an remedy,
You will just feel that sound,
Oh my world can I be your smile keeper,
I'm promising I will take good care of,
Your smile worth more than billion ,
I'm have passion,
Just have my word,
I will show you how your beautiful smile worth,
Your smile just make me to be rascal,
Your smile is so phenomenal,
I promise you , you will feel like you are having an gold,
It would be an golden heart,
You won't get hurt,
Let me just say you are the millions,
Your smile is billions,
You have an fine body like sea sand,
This is to much for my hand,
Babe can I be your smile saver,
I will save if forever,
Can I just be your smile keeper,
Is all I'm asking for,
You are the angel,
You are my pel,
I'm so delighted to have this smile,
I promise I will put it on my precious place wich is my heart...
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
Godi se il vento ch'entra nel pomario
vi rimena l'ondata della vita:
qui dove affonda un morto
viluppo di memorie,
orto non era, ma reliquario.
Il frullo che tu senti non è un volo,
ma il commuoversi dell'eterno grembo;
vedi che si trasforma questo lembo
di terra solitario in un crogiuolo.
Un rovello è di qua dall'erto muro.
Se procedi t'imbatti
tu forse nel fantasma che ti salva:
si compongono qui le storie, gli atti
scancellati pel giuoco del futuro.
Cerca una maglia rotta nella rete
che ci stringe, tu balza fuori, fuggi!
Va, per te l'ho pregato, - ora la sete
mi sarà lieve, meno acre la ruggine...
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Hey cardinal pel
You know what you did is dispickable
You think you should get off
Hey cardinal pel
You spoil the good name of the church
If they have a good name to begin with
Hey cardinal pel
You might be old but you are where you belong
But you should have got longer
Hey cardinal pel
There is no way known to man
That you should be allowed to
Walk the streets
You know I watched your sentence
And you show no remorse
Well I am just happy you are rotting in a jail cell
Hey cardinal pel
****** acts toward children is wrong
Very wrong indeed
Hey cardinal pel
You could be risking being killed in jail
Knowing what they do to child *** offenders
Hey cardinal pel
Walking the streets is too good for you and there is no way I will change
The judges decision except for giving you more time
Hey cardinal pel
You might have not reoffended but
You still should be where you are
God will hunt you down
And send you to hell
And Buddha will make you a slow elephant or a suffering dog for
What you put those children through
Hey cardinal pel hey cardinal pel
Hey cardinal pel
You are where you belong
Don’t deny it
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
A la víbora, víbora de la mar, de la mar,
Por aquí pueden pasar.
Los de adelante corren mucho,
Los de atrás se quedarán,
Tras, tras, tras.
Una Mejicana, que frutas vendía,
Ciruelas, chabacanos, melón y sandía.
Verbena, verbena,
Jardín de matatena.
Que llueva, que llueva,
La Virgen de la cueva.
Campanita de oro,
Déjame pasar, con todos mis hijos,
Menos éste de atrás, tras, tras, tras,
Será melón, será sandia
Será la vieja del otro día!
El puente esta quebrado
que lo manden componer
Con cascaras de huevo
y pedazos de oropel
pel, pel, pel, pel
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Sogno d'un dì d'estate.
Quanto scampanellare
tremulo di cicale!
Stridule pel filare
moveva il maestrale
le foglie accartocciate.
Scendea tra gli olmi il sole
in fascie polverose;
erano in ciel due sole
nuvole, tenui, róse:
due bianche spennellate
in tutto il ciel turchino.
Siepi di melograno,
fratte di tamerice,
il palpito lontano
d'una trebbiatrice,
l'angelus argentino...
dov'ero? Le campane
mi dissero dov'ero,
piangendo, mentre un cane
latrava al forestiero,
che andava a capo chino.
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o tut de lun u zgiqbu
je dza sua *** kai zgilen tak te zon
i qdu qe xek nau tepzi tek o ***
je zuk bau *** nau zal po sli de ple
i sli bau *** xai daltep. i nefu lo sinpok
je plo qe txitup le za xak de zok.
i lan lo xilpok sondal xle de papkin gu
ke xel de lit pe sin je dzo le kai papkit
fi no vol fai dan pe xil. i nak lo lupko
pe qippli kai ben je sku le zgi fi zetfu
peu tu lot pe lia gelúp. i xek ne lutnik
sku de qak xik je xnukek le kai xta
i lutfu peu zanxo je pindal qe xne peu luttak
je sik le po zan do ple de notlen
vou nau zal do ple de pel. i lan lo vipnik
je xle le *** sai xel de txixo bon
i kul lia lot je bel lia xnu pe gul
i xel le sui kep ze skuxo bon qe sin
je slizuk le fi ti. i xen o liofu
e xalzen xle de nokfuk pap
i vit le so fo tul je xle le kin
je zni sai dal lia *** gexpá qe lal
za lia qla xal je lia takson dqi qe dal zoi
xen go zno e son pe sin je ***
go e pe zgitul kon. i nak to del
ke fin de skuxo xik qe xel de ske
i zno po sinpokfu je qdu do sua ke bon
i sak xto i sak lot i sak ska i sak zat
Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
Aan het schermpje genageld,
op brood, choco met **** gehageld,
opgepeuzeld, al lezend, al kijkend,
langzaamaan bezwijkend,
achter de felle gloed, te goed doende, slik,
aan een zwarte, frisse drank, uit blik.
Het is zoet en wel, het meest
van al, komkommer en kwel,
*** ik met mezelf een eitje pel.
Dat is nu genoeg geweest.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC