"susanne" poems
He pulled and parked the supply red wagon,
then climbed the mast to the captain's cabin.
Captain Red is ready for adventure.
A quest to collect the world's best treasure.
His pirate crew is renowned far and wide.
They're rough and tough and they don't ever cry.
But none of them boys has the captain's stuff.
So don't mess with him, man, cause he don't bluff.
This motley crew has achieved many feats,
has never suffered a single defeat,
and has seen the most incredible things:
whales, whirlpools, storms, mermaids, krakens and kings.
"Set sail," squaws the boss as he munches lunch
and the Ocean Destroyer leaves port Wunche.
These rolling green hills are now ocean waves.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
...
"Hey Benjamin!" beams the first mate Susanne.
Impeding the journey that just began.
"We already played this game. It's my turn!"
The first mate trumps the captain, Ben will learn.
...
Her spacesuit crew is renowned far and wide.
They're smart and nice and they don't ever lie.
But none of these girls has commander's stuff.
So don't mess with her, girl, cause she don't bluff.
This brainy crew has achieved many feats,
has never suffered a single defeat,
and has seen the most incredible things:
aliens, black holes, stars, and martian springs.
"Lift off!" beams the boss as she munches lunch
and the Star Chasing Rocket leaves base Wunche.
These rural backyards are now rocky space.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
...
"Hey Susanne!" beams the pilot Benjamin.
Impeding the flight before it begins.
"We already played this game. It's my turn!"
The pilot trumps commander, Sue will learn.
...
Boys and girls grow up and out the front door.
Those children’s games evolve to adult chores;
those kiddy lawns to grandparent’s domain.
That blue sky, however, remains the same.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
jeg ønsker et liv fyldt med roser
lyserødt papir i skrivemaskiner, samlet i en bog
kærlighed kærlighed kærlighed
magoritter, tusindfryd, susanne med det sorte øje
fuglesang, solen - gennem blafrende blade
en rislen fra åen
kys og varm hud, afslappet og blidt
hængekøjer i solen
karbade
bål og stjerneklare nætter
sejlture og forlystelser
latterkramper og søvnig glæde
hvide, rene flader og saftige grønne planter
sæbeduft, overskud
tidlige morgener, sort the, appelsiner
fotografier og broderi og maleri
ansvar og tillid og fællesskab
viden og nysgerrighed og åbenhed
måneskin og gåture
vinyler og vin
genbrugstøj i alverdens lettere afblegede farver
dristige outfits, personlighed
blommefarvet øjenskygge, kongeblå jakker
friske lagner
støvfrit, skinnende
glæde og tilpashed
uden arbejdsmarkedets brusende angstprovokation
uden ensomheden
uden dem
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
(In English, we were supposed to write a poem based off of George Ella Lyon's poem "Where I'm From" and this is the one I wrote)
I am from picture frames,
from Dove and Suave.
I am from the white house on the corner of the street
(far enough from the train tracks, close enough to the park).
I am from lilacs,
from the rose bush on the side of the house,
always humming with bees.
I am from crocheting and complaining,
from Edith, Rachael, and Susanne.
I am from blind eyes with a blue glow,
from "Speak up!" and "Sit up straight."
I am from "Now I lay me down to sleep..."
and old, golden cross necklaces.
I am from Ohio,
turkey, and sweet tea.
From the night my grandparents ran away togethers,
and the glass wedged into my father's finger,
the day god lifted him from the driver's seat.
I'm from the upstairs closet,
sitting beside childhood memorabilia.
Images of faces I never met,
and those I'll never forget.
Bags of animals,
stuffed with imaginary souls,
and boxes of books
which tales will never grow old.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
You can make changes, for example, to burn the hunger for marriage, your demonic persecution fills you with light and says: "I respect the gift of fire, if you are a great man and you have laws." Everything is invisible in Huntsville ***** Jorges and you becoming mothers. I said that heaven does | not look like a donkey because I want to live in the tree of life. The last wedding of true emotion. In ancient times, the voice of the dog was the food for the prostitutes of the devil and the common ********** of Rick. A tall man who had me in the shade like a dangerous dog in the north. Loss of life in the rural areas. Kiss your crazy questions, lose your hands and feet and win the heart of your Friends, Scorpio Pink in the United States, donkeys, foxes, moons, moons, moons ... Jorges gives you a nice gift, you can make changes, for example, to burn the hunger for weddings ... he said: Respect the fire, the gift. However, if you are a great man and a ********** You have many laws for prostitutes and you have played the ********** for Mark in all the | invisible things of Huntsville. You and Jorges become the myth of a mother, the hands of the past, the money in the fire that I put in the shade; a tall man who looks like a dangerous dog in the north. The loss of lives in rural areas is the loss of their crazy questions, their hands and their dogs at the foot of looting conquer the hearts of their friends in the United States, the donkey and the moon. Give a good gift opportunity. He is able to make changes, for example, to ignite the hunger of marriage, the demonic harassment filling you with light, थे smells the eyes of a dog on the ship, he said: I respect the fire. The gift of the flames. However, if you are a big winner of र ा or because of the laws and changes that were imposed on them, they have played as Mark's prostitutes in Huntsville, all the invisible things are | ******* and you become a mother. I just said. The sky is not spinning at all, *** because I want you to live with the love of the tree of life with the man who came out of the shadow of the tree if there is no conflict and the city is in crisis. The last marriage of witches changes in the fireplace. The friction will be the real enthusiasm. In ancient times, the sound of the dog was the food of the devil, and a ********** is common to Rick. I stayed in the shade talking to a young woman's tree. The long man who dreams of the planet is in serious trouble. It looks like a dangerous dog in the north bay of the brain. There is a loss of life in rural areas. Kiss your crazy questions. The hands and feet of Laura and Susanne win the hearts of friends and colleagues, Scorpio Pink is in the United States of the ****** of *** and Moon, Luna and Luna giving the good gift of twin ********
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
I come from metallic bunk beds
from American Express debt
and Visa Master Card envelopes
I am from run down two bedroom apartments,
trying to contain a higher number of people
than it had walls
small. battered.
it felt like a field
I am from the palo verdé
From the hissing noises from cicadas outside
bronze screen door, they ring all summer long
summer never ends here
I am from large late night texas hold em games on Christmas night
from yelling, insecurities, laughter
from nostalgia
from teenager high school romances
Patrick. Susanne.
I am from divorce and cousins living airplanes away
I am from “don’t jump on that”
“don’t touch that”
“don’t run like that”
from “I don’t feel like going to the hospital today”
I come from that awkward phase when my parents like country music
to when my dad tells me stories when he used to listen to Biggie
"are you okay laddie"
I come from Saturday Sabbath
I still don’t know what grandma believes in
but she believes in me
I come from Germany. My mother sailed oceans avoiding war.
I come from the land. My father witness oceans sailing to him start wars.
from sweet tea to bitter coffee
from the time I pulled out my brothers front teeth in a game of tug of war
from the only pictures hanging in the hallway outside of what used to be my room.
what was my room.
I am from Saturday night drive thrus
cruising south Tucson
creating a place worth coming from
where words drift off page, and family anchors it.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
i opened my eyes
i open my eyes
i will open my eyes:
i realized
i realize
i will realize:
* nothing is worth more than family *
TO MY DEAREST ONES:
MY SON NICHOLAS:
fan of dragons, buburacker, properer schelm, the best that happened to me. you are becoming me and yourself
i have been changing through you
indescribable love is in me for you my son.
MY DAUGHTER EDEN:
this verse is about the delight in your cheeks when you're smiling baby
one day i looked into your eyes for a long while this was our closest moment so far
indescribable love is in me for you my daughter
BEZA:
i truly apologize for all the bad things you had to deal with during my active dependency
you're a good mother: god bless you. i love you.
MOM and DAD:
i am made of you and i've been given a lot by you, my parents
TO MY DEAR ONES:
maria and barbara (believers like us)
christoph z. (the man with a great taste in music)
CHRISTOPH R. (wise and pervaded with love) & sandra
ELIAS (try to quit the gaming, young brüderle)
alin & valerie (the twins)
uncle günther (try to reduce your pod smoking much love)
aunt susanne (meet me on christmas much love)
andreas (all best to your mother, may she rest in peace)
cousin tina & lance (blessings by god and shem; an inspiration)
aunt marlies & uncle teddy & and their dog billy (empathy is the best medicine to live a good life)
aunt lotte (have never met you but would like to)
if i have forgotten anyone, please forgive me
God bless all of you
you are my family
MUCH LOVE
ICH LIEBE EUCH
YOURS
MAX a.k.a. MIKEY
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC