"rena" poems
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42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012
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45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012
46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012
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48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012
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I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each.
Thank you all.
First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog.
(-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-)
(-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
When again in Joyous MAE
where Weeping willows bow and sway
and Martin swoops from hollowed eave
to where Victoria bids us leave
down railway track by home bound Duck
and motion sickness makes us Chuck
smelling salts from moonlight blossoms
as Marian asks what's a possum
Hilda and Tim try to explain
as Bala steps onto this train
he greets with smiles sweet Linda there
as Edward offers him a chair
Thoughts Forgotten as we chill
my Dry Sapphire Gin I knock and spill
cussing Profanity too loud
I shock so many of this crowd
Sammi Sweetie red of face
covers the ears of Madison Grace
Jerelii turns to poor Prabhu
and asks him soft what can we do
Frederick hands to her a tissue
and Vijay says good luck I wish you
Rena Em and poor old Quentin
have not returned when they were sent in
offering advice and gentle aide
and Lee and Jimmy knelt and prayed
Harlow ran and Blackmire followed
both too afraid their courage swallowed
Floaters pointed to Anon C
and said aloud you come with me
Something we knew was ours has gone
but look his Sisters just got on
So Daytonight spoke I'll cuff his ears
to stop him swearing now my dears
Embers knew shed blow her top
so quickly Rose and said ... My stop
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
After leaving port
in March disguised
as the Norwegian freighter Rena Norge,
the Leopard set sail
its mission to disrupt
Allied commerce.
On the 17 March it was stopped
in the North Sea by the cruiser
HMS Achilles and ordered to proceed
to the boarding vessel
HMS Dundee
for inspection
Heavily outgunned
Captain
the raider's commander
Hans
von
Laffert
had no option
other to proceed
to meet
the boarding vessel.
Captain
Selwyn
Day
of the Dundee
dispatched
a launch containing a boarding
party
with an officer and five men
to investigate
the mysterious ship.
Hans
von
Laffert
realizing he was about to be discovered detained the party and after about an hour opened fire on the Dundee with a salvo of two torpedoes.
The steamer manoeuvred out of the way
barely in time
and the torpedoes missed
Captain
Day's
ship by twenty feet.
Day ordered
his guncrews
to open fire and a hail of shells struck the Leopard
damaging a gun
and setting fires.
The Achilles hearing
the sound of gunfire
returned to the scene and opened fire
on the raider as the Dundee withdrew.
Shortly after
the Achilles's arrival
the Leopard sank with all 319 hands
going down
with the ship.
Damage to the British
vessels was light
and the only casualties consisted of the six boarding party members who were trapped in the Leopard when it sank.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
Hours taken by sea
butter sunshine gone
to a chalky lavender smudge
our feet made prints
in piles of freckles
skin tickled by heat
are you in my head
pirouetting
between dreams
or real as diamonds
(so you’d know
about kisses)
you filled hollowness
with petals
cups of lust
played
my fragile xylophone
like an expert
swapped it
for a piano
made it sing
you’re the pearl
on my palm
in a thunderstorm
my sweet speck
of dark magic
at sunrise
I pull away
for you to tug me
right back in again
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
she doesn't seem to have
time for a sceptic like you, the
stomach for a shot like you,
respect for anyone who dresses
acts or howls like you do at the
darkness. for her the darkness is a
hiding place, not everyone can see
down here. for her, intelligence and in
tegrity are hushed while clutching a north
face who said it was ok to do so.
but jesus said forgive her.
and we're in boston so let's face
it, everyone loves a redhead. no
body notices the shards of rotting oak
creating a biohazard near her temples,
as long as the hair stays irish and that north
face matches the free candy they're
handing out uptown.
but jesus didn't wash his hands
before he ate candy. he didn't wash them
after he caressed the lepers, he held his
***** palms up to the pharisees and said
"this is what i've touched," then they told him
he better put on a north face, and secretly they
tried to read the future in his lifeline.
first grade playground, greece: rena is getting
chased again, because on this planet fat
shaming works fine if you're trying to make some
one cry. and i hopped that fence so fast, what
would jesus do? and i got her to the other side,
and i told my classmates to go away, but her skirt was
caught in the wire and they got her to cry anyway.
plus we must be lesbian lovers (why else
would i help her?) plus i'm gonna catch her fat
ness (how else could this virus be transferred?)
and jesus was a carpenter. and jesus was a jew.
and jesus ****** mary in the books that never
made it, the ones they still keep hidden at the north
face headquarters basement. and jesus saw rena
and she was so slow, but gentle. and he said "it is not
what she puts into her mouth that defileth her." and
jesus saw us eat together, with mud under our nails. and
jesus saw iscah's red tree filigree spiraling from her blank
brainwashed eyes, and he saw the north
face covering her true form, and he warned the
pharisees that her clean hands do not sanctify her,
the poison which escapes her mouth DOES defileth her
because it was born of a cardiac poison, the coat she wears
is the mark of the elders; and we shall wear what we want.
the pharisees, of course, urged him to buy a north face.
but jesus gave me these ***** palms instead, he flung them filthy
in front of the elders' faces as he commanded me to love them
as i would love myself. and i'm afraid to
but i'll try.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Onomatopoeia
Hello, my name's Rena
I built the walls if the seven seas
Just so I could meet ya
I destroyed the cavalcade
Of masses
Just so we could be
Together
Nevermore
Will I bore you with rhymes
And prose
And nothingness
Alive awaiting
Shepherds gaiting
Soft Un-physicality
Awaiting these old bones
Post mortem
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Mo accumencia l'anno nuovo,
è Jennaro, ch'alleria!
Cu 'a speranza e 'a fantasia,
tu te pienze ca chist'anno
forse è cchiù meglio 'e chill'ato...
quanno è a fine t'he sbagliato.
A Febbraio nce sta 'o viglione:
chi se veste d'arlecchino,
pulcinella o colombina...
e me fanno tanta pena
chesti ggente cu sti facce:
ma songh'uommene o pagliacce?!
Quanno vene 'o mese 'e Marzo
pure 'e ggatte fanno ammore,
ch'aggia fa? Me guardo a lloro?
'Mmiezo 'e grade cu 'a vicina,
faccio un anema e curaggio
e m'acchiappo nu passaggio.
Comme è ddoce 'o mese Abbrile,
tutta ll'aria è profumata!
P' 'e ciardine quanno è 'a sera
cu na femmena abbracciata,
musso e musso, core e core...
tutta smania e tutto ammore.
Quant'è bello 'o mese 'e Maggio
quanno schioppano sti rrose!
Che prufumo int'a stu mese
pe Pusiileco addiruso!
Stongo 'nterra o 'mparaviso
quanno tu staje 'mbraccio a mme?
Quanno è Giugno la stagione
vene e trase chianu chiano:
s'ammatura pure 'o ggrano,
s'ammatura tutte cose...
Pure 'a femmena scuntrosa
tu t' 'a cuoglie cu nu vaso.
Quanno è Luglio 'mmiezo 'o mare,
'ncopp' 'a spiaggia, 'nterra 'a rena
mamma mia, quanta sirene!
Io cu ll'uocchie m' 'e magnasse;
guardo a chesta, guardo a chella,
ma pe mme tu si 'a cchiù bella!
Quanno è Austo che calore!
lo nun saccio che me piglia...
Chistu sole me scumpiglia!
E te guardo cu passione:
volle 'o sango dint' 'e vvene
e nisciuno me trattene.
È chest'aria settembrina
ca te mette dint' 'e vvene
tanta smania 'e vulè bbene!
Nu suspiro, ciente vase
mille cose e 'o desiderio
ca st' ammore fosse serio.
Vene Uttombre, int' 'a stu mese
ll'aria è fresca p' 'a campagna.
Chisto è tiempo d' 'a vennegna,
si t'astrigne a na cumpagna
zittu zittu dint' 'a vigna,
nun se lagna e lass'a fà.
Chiove, nebbia, scura notte.
Stu Nuvembre porta 'mpietto
nu ricordo fatto a llutto:
nu canisto 'e crisanteme...
chistu sciore, che tristezza,
mette 'ncore n'amarezza!
A Natale, 'o zampugnaro,
'e biancale, 'e spare, 'e bbotte,
'o presebbio a piede 'o lietto.
Quann' è 'mpunto mezanotte
cu mugliereta tu miette
'o Bambino dint' 'a grotta...
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There's a string to the left
Pulling my lips to the sea
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC