"rudimental" poems - Hello Poetry

Solitary man Always in good company Of wonderful women And Gainsbourgian groove C’est bon chic bon genre And rudimental rock at the same time Crude cool Love’s fool Passion and percussion Lust and lavish beats Charming chansons And seductive songs Melody’s magnetic melodies Du Jane B & Initials BB A celebration of beauty Monsieur Gainsbourg T’es magnifique Authentique Flegmatique Channeling what it means To be obscenely genial Fericiously cordial What it means to live life As If there’s only one day left Toujours Monsieur Gainsbourg

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May 31, 2016

May 31, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC

oscar-mann

Gainsbourg

Solitary man Always in good company Of wonderful women And Gainsbourgian groove C’est bon chic bon genre And rudimental rock at the same time Crude cool Love’s fool Passion and percussion Lust and lavish beats Charming chansons And seductive songs Melody’s magnetic melodies Du Jane B & Initials BB A celebration of beauty Monsieur Gainsbourg T’es magnifique Authentique Flegmatique Channeling what it means To be obscenely genial Fericiously cordial What it means to live life As If there’s only one day left Toujours Monsieur Gainsbourg

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I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place, oh I, oh I, oh I And I drink a little more than recommended This world ain’t exactly what my heart expected Tryna find my way someway, oh I, oh I, oh I [Chorus:] See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free Yeah, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me But, hey, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free If you ask the church then I am no believer Spend Sundays asleep I'm just another dreamer Still tryna find my home sweet home, oh I, oh I, oh I And I guess I ain’t too good for money neither I got two left feet, no, I'm no Jackson either Just tryna find my way someway, oh I, oh I, oh I [Chorus:] See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free Yeah, whoa, c’est la vie And maybe something’s wrong with me But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free Just tryna find my home sweet home, sweet home, sweet home, sweet home, I drink a little more than recommended 'Cause this ain’t exactly what my heart expected [Chorus:] Whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me But whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free Yeah, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free. Whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me Whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free Whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me Whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free.

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Apr 3, 2016

Apr 3, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC

No. Not ornamental, more fundamental. Not sentimental, but rudimental. And when I wear it it's very much an intentional statement of who I am, how I live and who I worship. So, no, not simply pretty, but pretty much essential.

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC

stevejeff

Cross

No. Not ornamental, more fundamental. Not sentimental, but rudimental. And when I wear it it's very much an intentional statement of who I am, how I live and who I worship. So, no, not simply pretty, but pretty much essential.

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i have seen a brown tardis sitting on the rooftop now a green one red and purple lipsticks walk hand in hand along the boulevard unaware of what lurks atop the roofs and in each dwelling lives a cat called rudimental fish tails who ask themselves what did the Berlin orchestra do during the war

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC

edgar-whitman-wilde

how odd.........

i have seen a brown tardis sitting on the rooftop now a green one red and purple lipsticks walk hand in hand along the boulevard unaware of what lurks atop the roofs and in each dwelling lives a cat called rudimental fish tails who ask themselves what did the Berlin orchestra do during the war

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Seven men who carry a burden on their back the sins of their fathers who adequately lack ability to tackle tempting earthly things a heavy load is born and no solace does it bring The first is Lustful Harry who desires sins of the flesh never will he marry or nurture babes to nest his needs are physical and he knows no other life lustful thoughts and deeds only bringing strife Gluttonous Georgie Porgy eats his way through cakes gorging on sweet meats and plenty of fat he makes drinking and eating all day and through the night much too fat to walk and much too slow to fight The third is Greedy Greta who never has enough she hoards and always wanting more and more stuff never being satisfied, gaining is her only plight possessing everything fills her thoughts day and night Lazy Larry likes to live life horizontal lying on the coach or in bed is rudimental his feet elevated never going anywhere idle and slothful never moving from his chair Wrathful Wally stirs up anger in his veins always moody, his happiness is in chains vengeful and hateful is the monster he's become indignation and displeasure means he never sees the sun Envious Enid resentful toward others green are the colours of her lonely bed covers jealous of her neighbours and envious of her brothers her goal in life is ****** as she never quite recovers The last is Proud Priscilla who has enormous self worth dignified and haughty, excessively procured too high and mighty to accept the hand of charity inordinate self esteem amidst much insincerity

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Jul 13, 2015

Jul 13, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC

dollys-poems

Seven Deadly Sins

Seven men who carry a burden on their back the sins of their fathers who adequately lack ability to tackle tempting earthly things a heavy load is born and no solace does it bring The first is Lustful Harry who desires sins of the flesh never will he marry or nurture babes to nest his needs are physical and he knows no other life lustful thoughts and deeds only bringing strife Gluttonous Georgie Porgy eats his way through cakes gorging on sweet meats and plenty of fat he makes drinking and eating all day and through the night much too fat to walk and much too slow to fight The third is Greedy Greta who never has enough she hoards and always wanting more and more stuff never being satisfied, gaining is her only plight possessing everything fills her thoughts day and night Lazy Larry likes to live life horizontal lying on the coach or in bed is rudimental his feet elevated never going anywhere idle and slothful never moving from his chair Wrathful Wally stirs up anger in his veins always moody, his happiness is in chains vengeful and hateful is the monster he's become indignation and displeasure means he never sees the sun Envious Enid resentful toward others green are the colours of her lonely bed covers jealous of her neighbours and envious of her brothers her goal in life is ****** as she never quite recovers The last is Proud Priscilla who has enormous self worth dignified and haughty, excessively procured too high and mighty to accept the hand of charity inordinate self esteem amidst much insincerity

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"See If I could love Don’t you think that I’d love somebody? If I could trust Don’t you think that I’d let you touch me? Teach me to love I hope there’s still hope for me ‘Cause I wanna love I wanna love" -Rudimental ft Emili Sande

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC

rhianecdote

More Than Anything - Rudimental ft Emili Sande

"See If I could love Don’t you think that I’d love somebody? If I could trust Don’t you think that I’d let you touch me? Teach me to love I hope there’s still hope for me ‘Cause I wanna love I wanna love" -Rudimental ft Emili Sande

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Seven men who carry a burden on their back the sins of their fathers who adequately lack ability to tackle tempting earthly things a heavy load is born and no solace does it bring The first is Lustful Harry who desires sins of the flesh never will he marry or nurture babes in the nest his needs are physical and he knows no other life lustful thoughts and deeds only bringing strife Gluttonous Georgie Porgy eats his way through cakes gorging on sweet meats and plenty of fat he makes drinking and eating all day and through the night much too fat to walk and much too slow to fight The third is Greedy Greta who never has enough she hoards and always wanting more and more stuff never being satisfied, gaining is her only plight possessing many things fills her thoughts every night Lazy Larry likes to live life horizontal lying on the coach or in bed is rudimental his feet elevated never going anywhere idle and slothful never moving from his chair Wrathful Wally stirs up anger in his veins always moody, his happiness is in chains vengeful and hateful is the monster he's become indignation and displeasure means he never sees the sun Envious Enid resentful toward others green are the colours of her lonely bed covers jealous of her neighbours and envious of her brothers her goal in life is ****** as she never quite recovers The last is Proud Priscilla who has enormous self worth dignified and haughty, excessively procured too high and mighty to accept the hand of charity inordinate self esteem amidst much insincerity

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Jul 12, 2015

Jul 12, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC

dollys-poems

Seven Deadly Sins

Seven men who carry a burden on their back the sins of their fathers who adequately lack ability to tackle tempting earthly things a heavy load is born and no solace does it bring The first is Lustful Harry who desires sins of the flesh never will he marry or nurture babes in the nest his needs are physical and he knows no other life lustful thoughts and deeds only bringing strife Gluttonous Georgie Porgy eats his way through cakes gorging on sweet meats and plenty of fat he makes drinking and eating all day and through the night much too fat to walk and much too slow to fight The third is Greedy Greta who never has enough she hoards and always wanting more and more stuff never being satisfied, gaining is her only plight possessing many things fills her thoughts every night Lazy Larry likes to live life horizontal lying on the coach or in bed is rudimental his feet elevated never going anywhere idle and slothful never moving from his chair Wrathful Wally stirs up anger in his veins always moody, his happiness is in chains vengeful and hateful is the monster he's become indignation and displeasure means he never sees the sun Envious Enid resentful toward others green are the colours of her lonely bed covers jealous of her neighbours and envious of her brothers her goal in life is ****** as she never quite recovers The last is Proud Priscilla who has enormous self worth dignified and haughty, excessively procured too high and mighty to accept the hand of charity inordinate self esteem amidst much insincerity

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A myriad of inscription The bereaved, the monumental stone The moss, the forgotten The unforgettable misconduct "Here lies, the carcass of a man, Mistreated and misread, A haunting hollow cadaver, Put to rest, hereby a pest." When the bell rings sephia He was a standing stone man Treading the black ooze of norms Walking, swimming Breathing and drowning "I am not a ***** Not a ***** of eyes Take me as I am, A belittled man in a straightjacket." "I promise one thing, Not an eternal curiosity, But a happiness Inside this monochromatic eyes." They cut the jacket Releasing a specter, the blue one Which they had, they should "The book told us to" they said Thus, the story ends Implying the rudimental humanity "Bound by fate, Parted by human." The two last line etched in gloom.

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Dec 31, 2017

Dec 31, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC

getawayako

The Proper Way to Treat Outsider

A myriad of inscription The bereaved, the monumental stone The moss, the forgotten The unforgettable misconduct "Here lies, the carcass of a man, Mistreated and misread, A haunting hollow cadaver, Put to rest, hereby a pest." When the bell rings sephia He was a standing stone man Treading the black ooze of norms Walking, swimming Breathing and drowning "I am not a ***** Not a ***** of eyes Take me as I am, A belittled man in a straightjacket." "I promise one thing, Not an eternal curiosity, But a happiness Inside this monochromatic eyes." They cut the jacket Releasing a specter, the blue one Which they had, they should "The book told us to" they said Thus, the story ends Implying the rudimental humanity "Bound by fate, Parted by human." The two last line etched in gloom.

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