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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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Colombia needs hellopoetry Comoros needs hellopoetry Congo, Democratic Republic is in need of hellopoetry Congo, Republic is in need of hellopoetry   Costa Rica needs hellopoetry Côte d’Ivoire needs hellopoetry Croatia needs hellopoetry Cuba needs hellopoetry Cyprus needs hellopoetry Czech Republic needs hellopoetry Denmark needs hellopoetry   Djibouti needs hellopoetry Dominica needs hellopoetry Dominican Republic needs hellopoetry East Timor (Timor-Leste) needs hellopoetry Ecuador needs hellopoetry Egypt needs hellopoetry   El Salvador needs hellopoetry Equatorial Guinea needs hellopoetry Eritrea needs hellopoetry Estonia needs hellopoetry Eswatini needs hellopoetry Ethiopia needs hellopoetry Fiji needs hellopoetry Finland needs hellopoetry France needs hellopoetry Gabon needs hellopoetry The Gambia needs hellopoetry Georgia needs hellopoetry Germany needs hellopoetry Ghana needs hellopoetry Greece needs hellopoetry Grenada needs hellopoetry Guatemala needs hellopoetry Guinea needs 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It's like a diamond stake pushed through the silence of my brain It's like a thunder of voices coming down like a hurricane It's like a forest of gunfire blowing past my bedroom door It's like the force of a god pushing down on my floor Whip smart, by all accounts, but lost beneath the sheets Forced out of a comfort zone and pushed out to the streets Spastic changing voices like a record out of line Just speak like you always do and don't **** with my mind I'm like a tidal wave that only gets halfway there No shore to erode with no Taiwan to even care I'm like a promise left on the kitchen table after dawn Someone will find it but it will be thrown out on the lawn Born without a spoon but there is silver in my teeth I'm made out of as much spirit as a plastic, clearance wreath Dust beneath the stars cancels out the dawning sun Shine on the bums, the prophets, everyone
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
jordan-rowan
Worn Out By A Hurricane:
It's like a diamond stake pushed through the silence of my brain It's like a thunder of voices coming down like a hurricane It's like a forest of gunfire blowing past my bedroom door It's like the force of a god pushing down on my floor Whip smart, by all accounts, but lost beneath the sheets Forced out of a comfort zone and pushed out to the streets Spastic changing voices like a record out of line Just speak like you always do and don't **** with my mind I'm like a tidal wave that only gets halfway there No shore to erode with no Taiwan to even care I'm like a promise left on the kitchen table after dawn Someone will find it but it will be thrown out on the lawn Born without a spoon but there is silver in my teeth I'm made out of as much spirit as a plastic, clearance wreath Dust beneath the stars cancels out the dawning sun Shine on the bums, the prophets, everyone
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It's not even romantic But I'm going to write a poem of every boy I met.Not romantic, It's not that I had met a lot of men. On that morning you played ukulele, I sang along with the lyrics Creep, Blur,anything The morning light shined through your squinted eyes I can still see the dust swirling, dancing in front of the sun-bathed face of yours. Naive,friendly,happily We were singing to each other The other two are non-existence. You are so warm, comfortable to be around with A Belarusian boy ,aspiring to speak good Chinese. You paint, you cooked and made desserts Always at ease at hitchhiking through Kazakhstan and China I felt that you secretly want to try to escape from what you had from Belarus to Czech, then to this mysterious Eastern world, a bit communist. And then to Taiwan. This is for you Ilya, a friend for only a day and night. You're too delicate for me to handle as you have skin like milk and heart of seven seas Smile like a 5 year old in a swing.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
maggieYCW
Skin of Milk and Heart of Seven Seas
It's not even romantic But I'm going to write a poem of every boy I met.Not romantic, It's not that I had met a lot of men. On that morning you played ukulele, I sang along with the lyrics Creep, Blur,anything The morning light shined through your squinted eyes I can still see the dust swirling, dancing in front of the sun-bathed face of yours. Naive,friendly,happily We were singing to each other The other two are non-existence. You are so warm, comfortable to be around with A Belarusian boy ,aspiring to speak good Chinese. You paint, you cooked and made desserts Always at ease at hitchhiking through Kazakhstan and China I felt that you secretly want to try to escape from what you had from Belarus to Czech, then to this mysterious Eastern world, a bit communist. And then to Taiwan. This is for you Ilya, a friend for only a day and night. You're too delicate for me to handle as you have skin like milk and heart of seven seas Smile like a 5 year old in a swing.
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~~¤~~ I heard your cry Oh, Paris From the hundred of bodies that fell on your ground I heard the sobbing of your neighbors I saw the tears of all the eyes watching you You were trying to  move on from the tragic Charlie Hebdo Attack But here you are again- Broken and bruised And my heart is breaking My tears are rolling down my face As I utter  a thousand why's But... I still hear the weeping from afar- Palestine and Syria are still mourning for the death of their children, India Heat Wave that killed more than two thousand, The hundreds of migrants killed in sinking ship in the Mediterranean Sea, The TransAsia Airways Flight 235 Crash in Taiwan, The Germanwings Flight 9525 Crash into the French Alps, The Earthquake in Nepal, The Amtrak Train Derail in Philadelphia, The Warehouse Explosion that killed a hundred in China, The Reporter and Cameraman Killed live on TV, The Refugee crisis, The Hajj Pilgrimage Tragedy near Mecca The series of calamities and tragedies in different parts of my dear Philippines- The families of thousands of dead people are still in agony These tragedies around the world Gave those places the deepest cuts upon the bellies of the mothers Wounds that connect to the hearts And create scars that might be fresh until now The world is in pain And here are my tears again I am praying for the world Can we listen to those cries and open our hearts? Let us  pray for you,  dear Paris And for other places wich are still in misery Let us pray for the world. ~~¤~~
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
Marguerite
Pray for the World
~~¤~~ I heard your cry Oh, Paris From the hundred of bodies that fell on your ground I heard the sobbing of your neighbors I saw the tears of all the eyes watching you You were trying to  move on from the tragic Charlie Hebdo Attack But here you are again- Broken and bruised And my heart is breaking My tears are rolling down my face As I utter  a thousand why's But... I still hear the weeping from afar- Palestine and Syria are still mourning for the death of their children, India Heat Wave that killed more than two thousand, The hundreds of migrants killed in sinking ship in the Mediterranean Sea, The TransAsia Airways Flight 235 Crash in Taiwan, The Germanwings Flight 9525 Crash into the French Alps, The Earthquake in Nepal, The Amtrak Train Derail in Philadelphia, The Warehouse Explosion that killed a hundred in China, The Reporter and Cameraman Killed live on TV, The Refugee crisis, The Hajj Pilgrimage Tragedy near Mecca The series of calamities and tragedies in different parts of my dear Philippines- The families of thousands of dead people are still in agony These tragedies around the world Gave those places the deepest cuts upon the bellies of the mothers Wounds that connect to the hearts And create scars that might be fresh until now The world is in pain And here are my tears again I am praying for the world Can we listen to those cries and open our hearts? Let us  pray for you,  dear Paris And for other places wich are still in misery Let us pray for the world. ~~¤~~
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Hymn to an Art-o-matic Laundromat by Michael R. Burch after Richard Thomas Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer” O, terrible-immaculate ALL-cleansing godly Laundromat, where cleanliness is next to Art —a bright Kinkade (bought at K-Mart), a Persian rug (made in Taiwan), a Royal Bonn Clock (time zone Guam)— embrace my *** in cushioned vinyl, erase all marks: **** vaginal, ****** inkspot, red wine, dirt. O, sterilize her skirt, my shirt, my skidmarked briefs, her padded bra; suds-away in your white maw all filth, the day’s accumulation. Make us pure by INUNDATION. Published by The Oldie, where it was the winner of a poetry contest. This poem was inspired by the incongruence of discovering "works of art" while doing laundry at a laundromat with coin-operated washers and dryers. I was reminded of the experience while reading Richard Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer.” Keywords/Tags: hymn, art, America, Americana, laundry, laundromat, washer, dryer, appliances, clean, cleaning, cleanliness, clothes, clothing, underwear, god, godly, godliness, water, baptism, inundation, sonnet, analogy, humor
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Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
michael-r-burch
Hymn to an Art-o-matic Laundromat
Hymn to an Art-o-matic Laundromat by Michael R. Burch after Richard Thomas Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer” O, terrible-immaculate ALL-cleansing godly Laundromat, where cleanliness is next to Art —a bright Kinkade (bought at K-Mart), a Persian rug (made in Taiwan), a Royal Bonn Clock (time zone Guam)— embrace my *** in cushioned vinyl, erase all marks: **** vaginal, ****** inkspot, red wine, dirt. O, sterilize her skirt, my shirt, my skidmarked briefs, her padded bra; suds-away in your white maw all filth, the day’s accumulation. Make us pure by INUNDATION. Published by The Oldie, where it was the winner of a poetry contest. This poem was inspired by the incongruence of discovering "works of art" while doing laundry at a laundromat with coin-operated washers and dryers. I was reminded of the experience while reading Richard Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer.” Keywords/Tags: hymn, art, America, Americana, laundry, laundromat, washer, dryer, appliances, clean, cleaning, cleanliness, clothes, clothing, underwear, god, godly, godliness, water, baptism, inundation, sonnet, analogy, humor
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Iym onna mishon forra gerl krossing China jus to si her ona slo chrayn going west krossing mouwntins in my kot. Shis onna mishon for tha boi fly eirchina for to si mi bundling legings inna bag wot to bring and wot to not bring your person bring your boots spanix boots and spanix wyn put your bodi in this plays taiwan boox and qinese wyn i wil sit heer lyk an ox wayting unda shaydi tri wayting hyuman wil tu find me pat my **** and skweez my ni qyneez wyn qyneez wyn wyn in qyneez qyneez wyn pump my rat and wyn qyneez shaydi tri with pengyou lao thingking hyuman tu gud tu mi wy *** look for stinki kao
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Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
johnny-zhivago
Pidgin Tongued
Iym onna mishon forra gerl krossing China jus to si her ona slo chrayn going west krossing mouwntins in my kot. Shis onna mishon for tha boi fly eirchina for to si mi bundling legings inna bag wot to bring and wot to not bring your person bring your boots spanix boots and spanix wyn put your bodi in this plays taiwan boox and qinese wyn i wil sit heer lyk an ox wayting unda shaydi tri wayting hyuman wil tu find me pat my **** and skweez my ni qyneez wyn qyneez wyn wyn in qyneez qyneez wyn pump my rat and wyn qyneez shaydi tri with pengyou lao thingking hyuman tu gud tu mi wy *** look for stinki kao
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¿Por qué, por qué tiene que ser así? Esto no es correcto, no para mí. No quiero que me digan que pruebe el “Café de Costa Rica”, los “Bombones de Colombia”, las “Arepas de Venezuela”, las “Carnes de Argentina", las “Pastas italianas”, los “Tacos mexicanos”, la “Tortilla española”, la “Comida china” o la “Pizza con el ingrediente especial de Italia”. No quiero que me digan “Esto está hecho en China” ni “¡Wao! Esto no está hecho en China, está hecho en Taiwan”. No quiero que me digan “Mira este documental de África”, “Que hermosa se ve esa foto de la Torre Eiffel” o “Que alto debe estar ese edificio de New York”. No quiero que me cuenten cómo les fue en su viaje a Europa, su jornada en California o sus problemas mientras estuvieron en Canada. No quiero que me relaten las historias aprendidas durante su tiempo en Egipto o los bailes ensayados mientras estaban en Brasil. No quiero que hablen de su críticas respecto a la cutura de India, de Guyana o de Cuba. No quiero que me describan lo exquisita que estuvo la comida en Perú, en Australia o en República Dominicana. No quiero que me muestren la música de Jamaica o la de Rusia. No quiero que me digan  o me enseñen nada, nada más. Quiero yo poder probar los alimentos en su nacionalidad. Quiero sentir el aroma del café en las mañanas durante unas vacaciones en Costa Rica y probar ese toque especial que hace que la pizza en Italia sea diferente a la que acostumbramos a ordenar. Quiero ver cómo hacen los artefactos, estar en China y luego en Taiwan, tener esa experiencia de crear algo. Quiero visitar África y tomar mi propio documental, treparme en ese gigante edificio y apreciar la hermosa vista. Quiero ser yo la que cuente mi experiencia en las calles de Europa, California o Canada. Quiero aprender historias sobre Egipto y sus magníficas esculturas, incluso quiero aprender a darzar como lo hacen en Brasil y cada movimiento perfeccionar. Quiero dar las críticas sobre mis pensamientos hacia dichas culturas, pero con respeto. Quiero describir los suculentos platos y hacer que las personas se los imaginen, de tal manera que hasta en sus paladares puedan sentirlos. Quiero  escuchar la música de Jamaica y la de Rusia y si es en vivo, aún mejor, así podré meditarla e interpretarla. Puede sonar un poco alocado y para muchos sin sentido, pero para mí es más que un simple pensamiento o cualquier capricho, son sueños y metas que a diario me propongo. Para ello hay que trabajar duro, pero desde mi niñez me enseñaron que “el que quiere puede, solo hay que perseverar para triunfar”. Sé que algún día lo voy a alcanzar y todos se sorprenderán, cuando con orgullo les relate sobre lo que un día fue “un simple  deseo internacional ”.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
anicolets
Deseo internacional
¿Por qué, por qué tiene que ser así? Esto no es correcto, no para mí. No quiero que me digan que pruebe el “Café de Costa Rica”, los “Bombones de Colombia”, las “Arepas de Venezuela”, las “Carnes de Argentina", las “Pastas italianas”, los “Tacos mexicanos”, la “Tortilla española”, la “Comida china” o la “Pizza con el ingrediente especial de Italia”. No quiero que me digan “Esto está hecho en China” ni “¡Wao! Esto no está hecho en China, está hecho en Taiwan”. No quiero que me digan “Mira este documental de África”, “Que hermosa se ve esa foto de la Torre Eiffel” o “Que alto debe estar ese edificio de New York”. No quiero que me cuenten cómo les fue en su viaje a Europa, su jornada en California o sus problemas mientras estuvieron en Canada. No quiero que me relaten las historias aprendidas durante su tiempo en Egipto o los bailes ensayados mientras estaban en Brasil. No quiero que hablen de su críticas respecto a la cutura de India, de Guyana o de Cuba. No quiero que me describan lo exquisita que estuvo la comida en Perú, en Australia o en República Dominicana. No quiero que me muestren la música de Jamaica o la de Rusia. No quiero que me digan  o me enseñen nada, nada más. Quiero yo poder probar los alimentos en su nacionalidad. Quiero sentir el aroma del café en las mañanas durante unas vacaciones en Costa Rica y probar ese toque especial que hace que la pizza en Italia sea diferente a la que acostumbramos a ordenar. Quiero ver cómo hacen los artefactos, estar en China y luego en Taiwan, tener esa experiencia de crear algo. Quiero visitar África y tomar mi propio documental, treparme en ese gigante edificio y apreciar la hermosa vista. Quiero ser yo la que cuente mi experiencia en las calles de Europa, California o Canada. Quiero aprender historias sobre Egipto y sus magníficas esculturas, incluso quiero aprender a darzar como lo hacen en Brasil y cada movimiento perfeccionar. Quiero dar las críticas sobre mis pensamientos hacia dichas culturas, pero con respeto. Quiero describir los suculentos platos y hacer que las personas se los imaginen, de tal manera que hasta en sus paladares puedan sentirlos. Quiero  escuchar la música de Jamaica y la de Rusia y si es en vivo, aún mejor, así podré meditarla e interpretarla. Puede sonar un poco alocado y para muchos sin sentido, pero para mí es más que un simple pensamiento o cualquier capricho, son sueños y metas que a diario me propongo. Para ello hay que trabajar duro, pero desde mi niñez me enseñaron que “el que quiere puede, solo hay que perseverar para triunfar”. Sé que algún día lo voy a alcanzar y todos se sorprenderán, cuando con orgullo les relate sobre lo que un día fue “un simple  deseo internacional ”.
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Jingle, jingle, Mr. Kringle Please drop by my house. Don’t miss it like you did last year Don’t be that seasonal louse That brought cheesy kinds of toys From the local dollar store We shopped there all the time So we had seen them before. I don’t want to sound ungrateful But Action Tommy is not the same As GI Joe. Between the two there’s More difference than the name. And Lego blocks fit together To build some amazing things Those copycat toys from Taiwan Do not build much of anything. Jingle, Jingle, Mr. Kringle If you are real, please heed. None of those toys and junk Is really what we need. It would be better if you could Bring a job for my poor Dad. Make it better than minimum, like The one he most recently had. And maybe a raise for Mom Who works a full time job too. Would a dollar an hour be such An earth-shaking thing to see to? So, just in general, Kringle dude, If it wouldn’t make you awful mad Could you twitch your nose and Make this Christmas not be sad?
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
brent-kincaid
JINGLE, JINGLE, MR. KRINGLE
Jingle, jingle, Mr. Kringle Please drop by my house. Don’t miss it like you did last year Don’t be that seasonal louse That brought cheesy kinds of toys From the local dollar store We shopped there all the time So we had seen them before. I don’t want to sound ungrateful But Action Tommy is not the same As GI Joe. Between the two there’s More difference than the name. And Lego blocks fit together To build some amazing things Those copycat toys from Taiwan Do not build much of anything. Jingle, Jingle, Mr. Kringle If you are real, please heed. None of those toys and junk Is really what we need. It would be better if you could Bring a job for my poor Dad. Make it better than minimum, like The one he most recently had. And maybe a raise for Mom Who works a full time job too. Would a dollar an hour be such An earth-shaking thing to see to? So, just in general, Kringle dude, If it wouldn’t make you awful mad Could you twitch your nose and Make this Christmas not be sad?
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The Commercial says: Collect the whole set! Buy Tommy Toddler™! –Now says 6 gibberish phrases! Buy Hannah Housewife™! –Laundry basket and stove included! Buy Stanley Stepdad™! –Comes with realistic child abusing action! Buy Cole, the College Student™! –Life-like *** and beer ***** scent! It says: Buy the whole family. Batteries not rechargeable, but included. Residing inside. No assembly required unless buying Ralph the Retired™ – in which case, Go to the hospital and inquire, am I covered ? Have I expired ? At the store I’d, see them all sorted, and sordid, clumped in little bins. Together. Sort of. See, Lawyers, and scientists, and authors were all in higher priced bins. I felt shorted. A cheap skate like me couldn’t afford it, wait- there are the janitors, soldiers, and waitresses, each only a quarter. Somewhere in Taiwan, thin children wont to wanting, Are making Model Americans. Patching together assembly-line-lives, no breaks inbetween, Workers named High School, College, and Career sew mini seams. So many seem, to delight in dreaming the American Dream, To leave earthly bodies and become pristine; little dolls. Toys colored C.R.E.A.M. “…and the home of the brave!” ? maybe, home of the depraved. Home of the pre-made, pre-packaged, and Enslaved. Displayed, in plastic tombs engraved. With phrases like: Save! 50% off! or perhaps it’s 50 stars off. 50 stars that are missin. Cuz Old Glory sure looks like a **** question mark ( ?) End transmission. Restart television with Remote Control.
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Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
jeremy-mackey
Model Americans
The Commercial says: Collect the whole set! Buy Tommy Toddler™! –Now says 6 gibberish phrases! Buy Hannah Housewife™! –Laundry basket and stove included! Buy Stanley Stepdad™! –Comes with realistic child abusing action! Buy Cole, the College Student™! –Life-like *** and beer ***** scent! It says: Buy the whole family. Batteries not rechargeable, but included. Residing inside. No assembly required unless buying Ralph the Retired™ – in which case, Go to the hospital and inquire, am I covered ? Have I expired ? At the store I’d, see them all sorted, and sordid, clumped in little bins. Together. Sort of. See, Lawyers, and scientists, and authors were all in higher priced bins. I felt shorted. A cheap skate like me couldn’t afford it, wait- there are the janitors, soldiers, and waitresses, each only a quarter. Somewhere in Taiwan, thin children wont to wanting, Are making Model Americans. Patching together assembly-line-lives, no breaks inbetween, Workers named High School, College, and Career sew mini seams. So many seem, to delight in dreaming the American Dream, To leave earthly bodies and become pristine; little dolls. Toys colored C.R.E.A.M. “…and the home of the brave!” ? maybe, home of the depraved. Home of the pre-made, pre-packaged, and Enslaved. Displayed, in plastic tombs engraved. With phrases like: Save! 50% off! or perhaps it’s 50 stars off. 50 stars that are missin. Cuz Old Glory sure looks like a **** question mark ( ?) End transmission. Restart television with Remote Control.
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Lining up batteries of anti-aircraft anti-everything all anti- something this and that distribution centre for psychological pressure backed by radio, TV presidents staring straight newspapers, journals and dialogues around flash round tables on the whys how’s and who’s sneaky microphone hidden in flower pots, long distance listening devices. Telephones tapped wives tapped, senior diplomats and doormats tapped wives tapped on shoulders whispered to: watch out for Joe blogs he has a roving eye. see me tonight, after dinner. The russians have warship A into Zone B the chinese have shifted anti-missile up the mountains near tibet, near nepal near taiwan, near  the hormuz straits into africa, zimbabwe, fiji, and northern china who cares. Tomorrow they will shift out again. the pressure is building in the ukraine, turkey is on fire The north koreans have no power as seen from satelllites The president has run of tomato sauce so he has asked for a shipload from us of a ship it with some spies dressed as tomatoes god its killing me these acupuncture points three more needles please! Author Notes Relentless. ( an wacky I s'pose). Think about it all. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
marshall-gass
Power Posture
Lining up batteries of anti-aircraft anti-everything all anti- something this and that distribution centre for psychological pressure backed by radio, TV presidents staring straight newspapers, journals and dialogues around flash round tables on the whys how’s and who’s sneaky microphone hidden in flower pots, long distance listening devices. Telephones tapped wives tapped, senior diplomats and doormats tapped wives tapped on shoulders whispered to: watch out for Joe blogs he has a roving eye. see me tonight, after dinner. The russians have warship A into Zone B the chinese have shifted anti-missile up the mountains near tibet, near nepal near taiwan, near  the hormuz straits into africa, zimbabwe, fiji, and northern china who cares. Tomorrow they will shift out again. the pressure is building in the ukraine, turkey is on fire The north koreans have no power as seen from satelllites The president has run of tomato sauce so he has asked for a shipload from us of a ship it with some spies dressed as tomatoes god its killing me these acupuncture points three more needles please! Author Notes Relentless. ( an wacky I s'pose). Think about it all. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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He Lead the Chinese people against the Imperialist Japanese Chiang symbolized China's resistance against Japan In 1938 he received the title of Tsung -tsai (party leader) For 8 years he kept 2/3 of the Chinese people And 3/4 of the  Chinese land Free of the Japanese He was fighting a defensive war Against a more powerful Japanese army He believed in one China In his life He hoped to restore the unity of China Committed to Confucianism A united strong prosperous stable society Is achieved by freeing up the industrious economy A mixed economy With a strong central government With noble firm leaders Keeping control His vision of China is reflected in modern china Much more than Mao's He hoped for a modern Confucian China His vision is closer to China than Taiwan The interview asked," Would the Chinese people be better off If Chiang had won and ruled instead of Mao?" Yes, the thirty million people would not have died And China would not have suffered the setbacks In their education and economy
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
MattG
Chiang Kai-shek
He Lead the Chinese people against the Imperialist Japanese Chiang symbolized China's resistance against Japan In 1938 he received the title of Tsung -tsai (party leader) For 8 years he kept 2/3 of the Chinese people And 3/4 of the  Chinese land Free of the Japanese He was fighting a defensive war Against a more powerful Japanese army He believed in one China In his life He hoped to restore the unity of China Committed to Confucianism A united strong prosperous stable society Is achieved by freeing up the industrious economy A mixed economy With a strong central government With noble firm leaders Keeping control His vision of China is reflected in modern china Much more than Mao's He hoped for a modern Confucian China His vision is closer to China than Taiwan The interview asked," Would the Chinese people be better off If Chiang had won and ruled instead of Mao?" Yes, the thirty million people would not have died And China would not have suffered the setbacks In their education and economy
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She was nigh as bosh a lar gibbon and the edge of water made hotter season now while sun bakes her bread on Formosa Strait and shapes Sino-Taiwan with her by south.
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
poetman
Sino-Taiwan
She was nigh as bosh a lar gibbon and the edge of water made hotter season now while sun bakes her bread on Formosa Strait and shapes Sino-Taiwan with her by south.
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In this life, I have seen the valley of broken dreams filled with the souls of taqueria entrepreneurs. I have seen gleaming grills, Hispanic frills, greasy thrills. I have seen spirit thrive in the eyes of men armed with bank loans and family recipes. I have eaten their food, delicious beyond necessity. I have experienced the magic of taquerias and restaurants. And I have seen that magic die. I've observed the life unfold, unfurl with a magic to behold. I have seen that magic served in a half-empty restaurant that Frontera has outsold. I have had the magic gone, replaced by payday lenders and takeout from Taiwan. I have seen empty storefronts and the straggling last days of taqueria entrepreneurs. And I grieve every time at the lost loans and lost hopes left behind. But tonight, there will be no grieving. Instead, Let us eat magic in their memory, enjoy the grease that will surely send us to infirmaries. Let us celebrate the time they had, the tortas, tamales, and leftovers taken home in a bag. Let us celebrate the doomed Mexican restaurants.
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
mjmomo
Taqueria Entrepreneurs
In this life, I have seen the valley of broken dreams filled with the souls of taqueria entrepreneurs. I have seen gleaming grills, Hispanic frills, greasy thrills. I have seen spirit thrive in the eyes of men armed with bank loans and family recipes. I have eaten their food, delicious beyond necessity. I have experienced the magic of taquerias and restaurants. And I have seen that magic die. I've observed the life unfold, unfurl with a magic to behold. I have seen that magic served in a half-empty restaurant that Frontera has outsold. I have had the magic gone, replaced by payday lenders and takeout from Taiwan. I have seen empty storefronts and the straggling last days of taqueria entrepreneurs. And I grieve every time at the lost loans and lost hopes left behind. But tonight, there will be no grieving. Instead, Let us eat magic in their memory, enjoy the grease that will surely send us to infirmaries. Let us celebrate the time they had, the tortas, tamales, and leftovers taken home in a bag. Let us celebrate the doomed Mexican restaurants.
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How many is a few? According to an online forum, it means 2-3 .So here I go Typhoon hits Taiwan today, so I can’t go anywhere but stay at home all day reading and watching movie (Wild Tales). I think should start reading Swann’s Way again. I was quite interested in Proust in my junior year, cause one time my ex said something I called ‘words of wisdom’ ,which echoed with Proust’s words about sleeping. Maybe they are completely unrelated, but while reading Proust I was unconsciously analyzing the reading in Proust’s way: comparing someone I know in real life with the characters in the book; or maybe I was just putting on airs by showing that I know the (far-fetched) relation between what ******** my ex said and Proust’s words… The wind is getting stronger and stronger now and I am wondering where you are. On this lame typhoon day I’m suffocated by the boredom and humidity. I call it poetic nothingness.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
maggieYCW
8/7 :Proust
How many is a few? According to an online forum, it means 2-3 .So here I go Typhoon hits Taiwan today, so I can’t go anywhere but stay at home all day reading and watching movie (Wild Tales). I think should start reading Swann’s Way again. I was quite interested in Proust in my junior year, cause one time my ex said something I called ‘words of wisdom’ ,which echoed with Proust’s words about sleeping. Maybe they are completely unrelated, but while reading Proust I was unconsciously analyzing the reading in Proust’s way: comparing someone I know in real life with the characters in the book; or maybe I was just putting on airs by showing that I know the (far-fetched) relation between what ******** my ex said and Proust’s words… The wind is getting stronger and stronger now and I am wondering where you are. On this lame typhoon day I’m suffocated by the boredom and humidity. I call it poetic nothingness.
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In 1972, Nixon shook hands with Mao and the world turned its back on Taiwan. In 1972, Ceylon changed its name to Sri Lanka, Okinawa returned to Japan, and Jane Fonda became Hanoi Jane. In 1972, twin Olympics were held, hungry tigers on wooden skis dashing down the white slopes of Sapporo, while the streets of Munich ran red with the blood of slain Israelis. In 1972, Elvis was still the king, Elton wasn’t quite the queen and Prince was still a quiet teen. On September 21, 1972, Philippine president Ferdinand Marcos placed my grandmother’s homeland under martial law. I was born that day while my grandmother wept.
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:17 PM UTC
cjchaffin
1972
In 1972, Nixon shook hands with Mao and the world turned its back on Taiwan. In 1972, Ceylon changed its name to Sri Lanka, Okinawa returned to Japan, and Jane Fonda became Hanoi Jane. In 1972, twin Olympics were held, hungry tigers on wooden skis dashing down the white slopes of Sapporo, while the streets of Munich ran red with the blood of slain Israelis. In 1972, Elvis was still the king, Elton wasn’t quite the queen and Prince was still a quiet teen. On September 21, 1972, Philippine president Ferdinand Marcos placed my grandmother’s homeland under martial law. I was born that day while my grandmother wept.
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you left me. you're gone. out of this silly, old town. away from all of the disappointed faces, and frowns. you're on to bigger things. things that you deserve, and things i could only dream of. (i hope you enjoy Taiwan, it sounds pretty cool). i miss you. you've vanished, like a thief in the night a bird in flight and i don't think it's quite right, the fact that i may never see you again. but it's "okay", i guess. (but, there are some things i never told you, because i've always been too scared. you have really pretty eyes. and a really pretty smile. and really pretty dimples. and a really pretty laugh. and you're just a really pretty person overall). you won't remember me. or maybe you will. "the girl who admired me from afar". (or the girl who spent her nights writing poetry about nothing but dead people, love, herself, desire, and you). the girl who was always too afraid to make the first move. i hope you know that i liked you. and i'll always regret, not saying "hello", because i was too afraid of what might follow.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
jokeroftheheart
i like you.
you left me. you're gone. out of this silly, old town. away from all of the disappointed faces, and frowns. you're on to bigger things. things that you deserve, and things i could only dream of. (i hope you enjoy Taiwan, it sounds pretty cool). i miss you. you've vanished, like a thief in the night a bird in flight and i don't think it's quite right, the fact that i may never see you again. but it's "okay", i guess. (but, there are some things i never told you, because i've always been too scared. you have really pretty eyes. and a really pretty smile. and really pretty dimples. and a really pretty laugh. and you're just a really pretty person overall). you won't remember me. or maybe you will. "the girl who admired me from afar". (or the girl who spent her nights writing poetry about nothing but dead people, love, herself, desire, and you). the girl who was always too afraid to make the first move. i hope you know that i liked you. and i'll always regret, not saying "hello", because i was too afraid of what might follow.
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Andrew Gn Probably the most prolific Singaporean designer, Gn graduated from the renowned Saint Martins School of Art and Design in London and the Domus Academy in Milan before joining Emanuel Ungaro in 1992. He launched his namesake label in 1996, establishing a fan base among the Parisian high society and A-list celebrities such as Jessica de Rothschild and Sarah Jessica Parker for his luxurious fabrics and exquisite embellishments. Gn was awarded the President’s Design Award in 2007 and is stocked in all the major continents, with his atelier based in the Le Marais district in Paris. Ashley Isham The other Singaporean high fashion designer to hit big time in the international circuit, Isham established his namesake label in London in 2000, and is a show fixture at London Fashion Week. The label is known for its sharp, contemporary tailoring and high-octane glamour, and is a hit among film, TV and music stars as well as British royalty. Aijek Self-taught designer Danelle Woo creates easy-breezy, ultra-feminine pieces in sustainable fabrics. Aijek is stocked at multi-label boutiques in China, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Indonesia, Latin America, the Middle East and the United States. Depression The neo-Gothic ready-to-wear label’s stark, minimalist designs are stocked in Hong Kong, Belgium, Japan and the U.S., and counts celebrities like Adam Lambert and The Black-Eyed Peas as fans. Sabrina Goh The feted Singaporean designer stocks her easy-to-wear pieces from her namesake label at multi-label boutiques in the United States, the Fred Segal store in Japan and a London-based online store Not Just A Label. Max Tan The avant-garde label features experimental silhouettes and a contemporary artistic flair, and is stocked in Europe, the Middle East, San Francisco and Taiwan. Benjamin Barker This stylish menswear brand founded by designer Nelson Yap in 2009 now has two stores in Melbourne and offers custom tailoring as well. It also offers shipping to Australia and New Zealand via its website BenjaminBarker.co. . In Good Company The well-loved minimalist label with unusual silhouettes fronted by designers Sven Tan and Kane Tan is stocked in Hong Kong at Kapok, at various departmental stores in Jakarta, Indonesia, including Sogo, Seibu and Galleries Lafayette Jakarta and in New York’s Saks Fifth Avenue.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
judy-smith
8 Singaporean designers who are also flying the flag high overseas
Andrew Gn Probably the most prolific Singaporean designer, Gn graduated from the renowned Saint Martins School of Art and Design in London and the Domus Academy in Milan before joining Emanuel Ungaro in 1992. He launched his namesake label in 1996, establishing a fan base among the Parisian high society and A-list celebrities such as Jessica de Rothschild and Sarah Jessica Parker for his luxurious fabrics and exquisite embellishments. Gn was awarded the President’s Design Award in 2007 and is stocked in all the major continents, with his atelier based in the Le Marais district in Paris. Ashley Isham The other Singaporean high fashion designer to hit big time in the international circuit, Isham established his namesake label in London in 2000, and is a show fixture at London Fashion Week. The label is known for its sharp, contemporary tailoring and high-octane glamour, and is a hit among film, TV and music stars as well as British royalty. Aijek Self-taught designer Danelle Woo creates easy-breezy, ultra-feminine pieces in sustainable fabrics. Aijek is stocked at multi-label boutiques in China, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Indonesia, Latin America, the Middle East and the United States. Depression The neo-Gothic ready-to-wear label’s stark, minimalist designs are stocked in Hong Kong, Belgium, Japan and the U.S., and counts celebrities like Adam Lambert and The Black-Eyed Peas as fans. Sabrina Goh The feted Singaporean designer stocks her easy-to-wear pieces from her namesake label at multi-label boutiques in the United States, the Fred Segal store in Japan and a London-based online store Not Just A Label. Max Tan The avant-garde label features experimental silhouettes and a contemporary artistic flair, and is stocked in Europe, the Middle East, San Francisco and Taiwan. Benjamin Barker This stylish menswear brand founded by designer Nelson Yap in 2009 now has two stores in Melbourne and offers custom tailoring as well. It also offers shipping to Australia and New Zealand via its website BenjaminBarker.co. . In Good Company The well-loved minimalist label with unusual silhouettes fronted by designers Sven Tan and Kane Tan is stocked in Hong Kong at Kapok, at various departmental stores in Jakarta, Indonesia, including Sogo, Seibu and Galleries Lafayette Jakarta and in New York’s Saks Fifth Avenue.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane
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The world is a great whirling place. The wind is always moving, Jets streams, high and low pressure, Hurricanes and tornadoes and sweet-smelling, Gentle afternoon breezes accompanied by sweet iced tea and A smooth, southern belle accent. It’s all a reaction, a string of effects that affect another Effect. You sneeze, you end world hunger. You cough, you **** a man in France with a .22 that you stole from your mom. The Butterfly Effect An interesting movie, that one Though the only scene I’ve ever seen Was Ashton Kutcher waking up and somehow having Spent the night with his boyhood crush as an adult In her college dorm. (Did I imagine that? Who knows.) Regardless: I’m curious What each of my heartbeats does to the economy of Taiwan. What the smell of my shampoo does to the eruption of a volcano in Hawaii. What the cut of my dress does to the graying hair on an old man living In a flat in central London. Excuse me, I meant greying. It’s also funny: what does one random smile from me Do to a stranger for the rest of the day? What does my stumble up the stairs Do to a Spanish teacher as they come back from their lunch break? If we’re all connected, then shouldn’t everything we do determine something else? And isn’t everything we do determined by something else? So was everything determined by one singular action at the very beginning? Can there be an origin action without an action to originate that, and one to originate that, and- Well, I’ve heard that’s God: he’s the hand that tipped the first domino, The only thing in existence that defies all science and reason; Whether that’s true or not is for a different day With a different girl with a decent amount of sleep.
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Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
Raemond
Ramble
The world is a great whirling place. The wind is always moving, Jets streams, high and low pressure, Hurricanes and tornadoes and sweet-smelling, Gentle afternoon breezes accompanied by sweet iced tea and A smooth, southern belle accent. It’s all a reaction, a string of effects that affect another Effect. You sneeze, you end world hunger. You cough, you **** a man in France with a .22 that you stole from your mom. The Butterfly Effect An interesting movie, that one Though the only scene I’ve ever seen Was Ashton Kutcher waking up and somehow having Spent the night with his boyhood crush as an adult In her college dorm. (Did I imagine that? Who knows.) Regardless: I’m curious What each of my heartbeats does to the economy of Taiwan. What the smell of my shampoo does to the eruption of a volcano in Hawaii. What the cut of my dress does to the graying hair on an old man living In a flat in central London. Excuse me, I meant greying. It’s also funny: what does one random smile from me Do to a stranger for the rest of the day? What does my stumble up the stairs Do to a Spanish teacher as they come back from their lunch break? If we’re all connected, then shouldn’t everything we do determine something else? And isn’t everything we do determined by something else? So was everything determined by one singular action at the very beginning? Can there be an origin action without an action to originate that, and one to originate that, and- Well, I’ve heard that’s God: he’s the hand that tipped the first domino, The only thing in existence that defies all science and reason; Whether that’s true or not is for a different day With a different girl with a decent amount of sleep.
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All Roads lead to Salvatore A Poem by Corset On the way to Salvatore I was cracked A diamond with her head down pops another piece of gum makes light of the crest makes the sign of the cross across her window pane breast forever more Gooseberry products only she swears the scratch of her voice a sonnet of fingernails on chalkboard "there are no teachers here " says she only nightmares of agriculture" and the slow lonely climb, limbs bowing to the knees. acquiesce of leaves holding on in vertigo skinny dipping the night air. Bertram tells you to ram it his balcony tilted like a slot machine a glimpse of clothes drying on a Taiwan breeze ran into a tree "don't be afraid"  says he "it won't feel a thing" You keep your voice down still it drowns the radio while fashion jewelry lift their pointed legs it's pepper on a dying mans steak we dare to be sub-standard people are shouting we will do our best to make sure promises are not kept, to honor the test subjects we will build a barn threaten the faculty with time honored contingency and look forward to the ***** side of fact. We shall take our time, scoffing behind our hands we know if a person can not be themselves they tend to be someone else... suffering., surely there must be a way to pin this tail on the donkey, or at least the blunt blonde official, when you get a close up you can tell how old she is.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
corset
All Roads lead to Salvatore
All Roads lead to Salvatore A Poem by Corset On the way to Salvatore I was cracked A diamond with her head down pops another piece of gum makes light of the crest makes the sign of the cross across her window pane breast forever more Gooseberry products only she swears the scratch of her voice a sonnet of fingernails on chalkboard "there are no teachers here " says she only nightmares of agriculture" and the slow lonely climb, limbs bowing to the knees. acquiesce of leaves holding on in vertigo skinny dipping the night air. Bertram tells you to ram it his balcony tilted like a slot machine a glimpse of clothes drying on a Taiwan breeze ran into a tree "don't be afraid"  says he "it won't feel a thing" You keep your voice down still it drowns the radio while fashion jewelry lift their pointed legs it's pepper on a dying mans steak we dare to be sub-standard people are shouting we will do our best to make sure promises are not kept, to honor the test subjects we will build a barn threaten the faculty with time honored contingency and look forward to the ***** side of fact. We shall take our time, scoffing behind our hands we know if a person can not be themselves they tend to be someone else... suffering., surely there must be a way to pin this tail on the donkey, or at least the blunt blonde official, when you get a close up you can tell how old she is.
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The dryer died today followed by, the four slice toaster There can be, just no way as belly up, the electric roaster My oven is on the fritz my fridge just doesn't work Car is giving me the fits hope, I'm not sounding like a **** Made in China or Taiwan quality, that's sorely lacking Mower broke, can't mow the lawn my devices, they've been hacking It's got to be by design the breakage, and destruction I don't really mean to whine maybe, it's a problem, in production
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
TemporalFugue
Bye Design
The dryer died today followed by, the four slice toaster There can be, just no way as belly up, the electric roaster My oven is on the fritz my fridge just doesn't work Car is giving me the fits hope, I'm not sounding like a **** Made in China or Taiwan quality, that's sorely lacking Mower broke, can't mow the lawn my devices, they've been hacking It's got to be by design the breakage, and destruction I don't really mean to whine maybe, it's a problem, in production
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Love is both a vice and a curse, A blessing in which you find yourself immersed; A progressive, regressive, digressive pursuit, In which you lose yourself many times in search of a route, To lasting happiness, which still blinks from afar; Like the distant light of a parked car, As if someone forgot to switch off the high beams, Or is there a reason that this pitch blackness now gleams? Love causes you to return broken patterns, In which insecurity orbits like the 62 moons of Saturn. Escape it, escape it! Find solace in pain! Find solace in the left or right side of your brain! Like the frontal assault during Op Barbarossa, You seem to confuse old Taiwan with Formosa. In doubles, you see, when your love stares you down, You want nothing more but to be her great crown, So you let down your walls and pull-back your defenses; Your protective soldiers fall back to the fences. You talk with 'I,' And realize that you're oft wrong, Yet prior to this, you sung yourself an old swan song, To convince yourself that your views were God-given; Despite the true fact that you define Atheism. Prior to this, no one countered your 'great' words; Or, if they did, often you considered them of herds, Which had no capacity to understand life; They would much quicker fall towards the shaft of the knife. You rework the office inside of your head, And forget all the things about love you once said, When ex-girlfriends had dumped you like a sack of potatoes; And would verbally stain you with far-flung tomatoes. Yet tossed in the mix are the words of the stars, Telling you whose compatible, is it Venus or Mars? Forget the external, this love is but yours and but hers. Never let the rest determine, As you're the connoisseur.
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Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 12:04 PM UTC
tread
Romantic Intelligence, or, the Clouds Around the Sun
Love is both a vice and a curse, A blessing in which you find yourself immersed; A progressive, regressive, digressive pursuit, In which you lose yourself many times in search of a route, To lasting happiness, which still blinks from afar; Like the distant light of a parked car, As if someone forgot to switch off the high beams, Or is there a reason that this pitch blackness now gleams? Love causes you to return broken patterns, In which insecurity orbits like the 62 moons of Saturn. Escape it, escape it! Find solace in pain! Find solace in the left or right side of your brain! Like the frontal assault during Op Barbarossa, You seem to confuse old Taiwan with Formosa. In doubles, you see, when your love stares you down, You want nothing more but to be her great crown, So you let down your walls and pull-back your defenses; Your protective soldiers fall back to the fences. You talk with 'I,' And realize that you're oft wrong, Yet prior to this, you sung yourself an old swan song, To convince yourself that your views were God-given; Despite the true fact that you define Atheism. Prior to this, no one countered your 'great' words; Or, if they did, often you considered them of herds, Which had no capacity to understand life; They would much quicker fall towards the shaft of the knife. You rework the office inside of your head, And forget all the things about love you once said, When ex-girlfriends had dumped you like a sack of potatoes; And would verbally stain you with far-flung tomatoes. Yet tossed in the mix are the words of the stars, Telling you whose compatible, is it Venus or Mars? Forget the external, this love is but yours and but hers. Never let the rest determine, As you're the connoisseur.
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I see you. I wonder if you know how beautiful you are. With the way you smile, the way you laugh. I like seeing you having fun with your friends. And I love that you are happy. It makes me happy, too. Exploring and discovering places with you. Profound feeling, knowing that you're only inches away. I laugh at myself sometimes, for always being nervous and awkward around you. Because I know I'm not always like this at all. Only when I'm with you. The stairs were a pain in the *** but you made it bearable. See, I don't really care if there's anything to be seen up there. All I know is, the view ain't worth seeing without you. And you're just too **** cute when you're ****** But I do hope that you won't be ****** at me. There's just so much to see in this beautiful country. But what I realized was, I did not come with you to see Taiwan, I came to Taiwan to see you.
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
JorgePalileo
I See You
I see you. I wonder if you know how beautiful you are. With the way you smile, the way you laugh. I like seeing you having fun with your friends. And I love that you are happy. It makes me happy, too. Exploring and discovering places with you. Profound feeling, knowing that you're only inches away. I laugh at myself sometimes, for always being nervous and awkward around you. Because I know I'm not always like this at all. Only when I'm with you. The stairs were a pain in the *** but you made it bearable. See, I don't really care if there's anything to be seen up there. All I know is, the view ain't worth seeing without you. And you're just too **** cute when you're ****** But I do hope that you won't be ****** at me. There's just so much to see in this beautiful country. But what I realized was, I did not come with you to see Taiwan, I came to Taiwan to see you.
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The perimeter was limiting, the interior more inhibiting and the Islander lived alone,ambitions dissipated,sun dried,dessicated,he waited for the ship to come, he lived on coconuts and *** and Wrigleys spearmint chewing gum and two tonne of cargo from the hull of the ship that nearly pulled him to his death. He was blinded by the sun and sand,so carried lightly in one hand a parasol (made in Taiwan) not one known to complain,he found it hard to explain to his companion, a turtle he'd named Marion,in honour of his life and his poor departed wife just how he felt, but he knelt before the sea creature,which, though he didn't know it then would feature in a hot cooked stew somewhere in the distant future. Sad to tell that the Islander spent eighteen years on his Island hell and went quite insane thought the sand was rain and bathed in it twice weekly leaking fluids from his skull he swam out to the rotting hull and danced a jig on the ancient deck, both man and wreck sank deep below where only sharks and shellfish go and the sea ****** both to their sad demise. No stone marks the resting place,no words remark on who lies there,but the Island stares out to the sea and knows the turtle was eaten for tea and Islands never forget.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
john-edward-smallshaw
Off the charts
The perimeter was limiting, the interior more inhibiting and the Islander lived alone,ambitions dissipated,sun dried,dessicated,he waited for the ship to come, he lived on coconuts and *** and Wrigleys spearmint chewing gum and two tonne of cargo from the hull of the ship that nearly pulled him to his death. He was blinded by the sun and sand,so carried lightly in one hand a parasol (made in Taiwan) not one known to complain,he found it hard to explain to his companion, a turtle he'd named Marion,in honour of his life and his poor departed wife just how he felt, but he knelt before the sea creature,which, though he didn't know it then would feature in a hot cooked stew somewhere in the distant future. Sad to tell that the Islander spent eighteen years on his Island hell and went quite insane thought the sand was rain and bathed in it twice weekly leaking fluids from his skull he swam out to the rotting hull and danced a jig on the ancient deck, both man and wreck sank deep below where only sharks and shellfish go and the sea ****** both to their sad demise. No stone marks the resting place,no words remark on who lies there,but the Island stares out to the sea and knows the turtle was eaten for tea and Islands never forget.
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