"tav" poems - Hello Poetry

They tried to bury Yahushua Alef Tav behind a nice Platonic, less Jewish facade Renamed Him Jesus the Alpha Omega and chanted many HEP HEP Hoorahs ... beside His feminist-friendly god/mother to the tune of many hail Marys even freed Him from His own Torah despite "think not I came to replace it" But see, He's risen now from every holy papal place from every charismatic falsity that preached pew-warming prosperity He's restoring Israel not gentiledom... one lost sheep at a time back into twelve chaste tribes just as she was under Sinai's hupa before the separation He's elbowing aside modern pharisees who refuse to know Moses and therefore can't know Him or follow His commandments who really aren't into feeding lost sheep Egyptians hate sheep It reminds them of plagues Leaven goes better with bacon

0

Aug 26, 2010

Aug 26, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC

pcbzzzt

Gentile Pharisees

They tried to bury Yahushua Alef Tav behind a nice Platonic, less Jewish facade Renamed Him Jesus the Alpha Omega and chanted many HEP HEP Hoorahs ... beside His feminist-friendly god/mother to the tune of many hail Marys even freed Him from His own Torah despite "think not I came to replace it" But see, He's risen now from every holy papal place from every charismatic falsity that preached pew-warming prosperity He's restoring Israel not gentiledom... one lost sheep at a time back into twelve chaste tribes just as she was under Sinai's hupa before the separation He's elbowing aside modern pharisees who refuse to know Moses and therefore can't know Him or follow His commandments who really aren't into feeding lost sheep Egyptians hate sheep It reminds them of plagues Leaven goes better with bacon

26

I. Gray In the dim light of the dusk fading through the sky an exhibit on a canvas: a single strand of graying hair. The arcane gallery housed by the serpentine lake of memories. What an awful lot of balderdash shrieks an elderly gentleman ahead. What a masterpiece, I think. A masterstroke, in fact: just a strand stuck like a line across the canvass, this is it: time is catching up. mortality comes calling in pieces and strands. II. Red What embers, my dear, lie concealed beneath those heaps of burned logs deposited in your soul? Waters healing were poured out ages ago: was the love too diluted, that even now the gale winds of raging events bring those embers burning from your depths? I can see them burning in your eyes. III. Black Oh his gulf between you and me. That you carry what is of me before and hold what is after I am of the ashes, I know, in your oceanic vasts bloom our fleeting island lives. But what were you, before you were of flesh? Did Aleph bring you forth too? Tell me friend, for this is my quest, my mortal angst at finding you nailed on the cross above: or I must be a necromonger. Are you the one who does not exist as we know, or are you who also exists as we can know: what are you? That blood flows on this earth pondering on this question. In this is concealed the answer to the question raised by that strand. Tav is not the answer. Nor is it in the cross.

0

Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC

prabhu-iyer

The colours of our mortality

I. Gray In the dim light of the dusk fading through the sky an exhibit on a canvas: a single strand of graying hair. The arcane gallery housed by the serpentine lake of memories. What an awful lot of balderdash shrieks an elderly gentleman ahead. What a masterpiece, I think. A masterstroke, in fact: just a strand stuck like a line across the canvass, this is it: time is catching up. mortality comes calling in pieces and strands. II. Red What embers, my dear, lie concealed beneath those heaps of burned logs deposited in your soul? Waters healing were poured out ages ago: was the love too diluted, that even now the gale winds of raging events bring those embers burning from your depths? I can see them burning in your eyes. III. Black Oh his gulf between you and me. That you carry what is of me before and hold what is after I am of the ashes, I know, in your oceanic vasts bloom our fleeting island lives. But what were you, before you were of flesh? Did Aleph bring you forth too? Tell me friend, for this is my quest, my mortal angst at finding you nailed on the cross above: or I must be a necromonger. Are you the one who does not exist as we know, or are you who also exists as we can know: what are you? That blood flows on this earth pondering on this question. In this is concealed the answer to the question raised by that strand. Tav is not the answer. Nor is it in the cross.

47

Many daze in the rippsy tav the Nates will hiber by their Glit 'N sometime prea with the gigaslav and there zellgreth betwit. Now once there was a Tilly Stoet who'd paineram in the dippserill Nifty Nates would knowet and greal it's very Tips-a-Prill A day or more had passed in tyme till one day the gigaslav broke Now Tilly Stoets speak of brine 'n the merryjaunah they'd smoke. Oh they'd **** there poppers 'n slop their drippers 'Till one day the pole greasemen came. The Tilly Stoets acted like poets and that was really O.K. But the buzzers were fuzzers and wouldn't ya knowet They took all there pots away.

0

Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC

sparx-kuijper

Thuh Tilly Stoet

Many daze in the rippsy tav the Nates will hiber by their Glit 'N sometime prea with the gigaslav and there zellgreth betwit. Now once there was a Tilly Stoet who'd paineram in the dippserill Nifty Nates would knowet and greal it's very Tips-a-Prill A day or more had passed in tyme till one day the gigaslav broke Now Tilly Stoets speak of brine 'n the merryjaunah they'd smoke. Oh they'd **** there poppers 'n slop their drippers 'Till one day the pole greasemen came. The Tilly Stoets acted like poets and that was really O.K. But the buzzers were fuzzers and wouldn't ya knowet They took all there pots away.

11

After you left My cigarettes tasted dull The electricity in the air vanished And my thoughts lost their luster How could I frolic in the playground of my mind When your voice still echoes Bouncing around From dank nook to dusty corner And stirs and disturbs Tired emotions Long meant to be put to rest. ******* on my **** stick On the abandoned sidewalk I can still see us Five feet away Breathing each other's smoke Beaming smiles at passing cars Exchanging inanities While I gorged On lies of grins and fraternal love. At the hazy bottom of the bottle Later that night Is when I realize I only exist In between our hellos and goodbyes.

0

Apr 6, 2014

Apr 6, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC

twoweekbender

Tav

After you left My cigarettes tasted dull The electricity in the air vanished And my thoughts lost their luster How could I frolic in the playground of my mind When your voice still echoes Bouncing around From dank nook to dusty corner And stirs and disturbs Tired emotions Long meant to be put to rest. ******* on my **** stick On the abandoned sidewalk I can still see us Five feet away Breathing each other's smoke Beaming smiles at passing cars Exchanging inanities While I gorged On lies of grins and fraternal love. At the hazy bottom of the bottle Later that night Is when I realize I only exist In between our hellos and goodbyes.

25

Maybe someday things will get better, were the little things won't start the fight, laughter wont turn into screaming, and tears turn into smiles. Maybe someday you'll learn how to apologize and learn to be sincere, to learn to love and not to hate, to become one in a peaceful get away. Maybe leads to hoping and I have not yet lost hope, that one day you see the fights we had were the scars marked upon me. ~ tav ~

0

Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC

nathalie-vitto

Hope

Maybe someday things will get better, were the little things won't start the fight, laughter wont turn into screaming, and tears turn into smiles. Maybe someday you'll learn how to apologize and learn to be sincere, to learn to love and not to hate, to become one in a peaceful get away. Maybe leads to hoping and I have not yet lost hope, that one day you see the fights we had were the scars marked upon me. ~ tav ~

23

parfümlü tanıtımın büyüsüne ilişik birkaç fotoğraf kafi fiyat konuşmak için aşikare kaça veriyorsun? demek büyük küstahlık o nedenle yol, yordam biliyor istismara gebe aşk.. şartname kibar ve yüzüne bakılır olmalı hele de kültür mutfağı.. döktürmeli gözler söz söze gelince.. aperatif ve sıcaklar neyse de bak, bu tatlı fecii derece önem arzediyor diz dize gerilince cüzdan kalınlığında olmalı kıkırdak yapı ki incir, çuvalında fresh’liği muhafaza edebilsin bünyeye göre birkaç zaman porsche’len tabakta kadın budu köfte kimi kimi bir simit, çaya tav kimi, bütün STK’ları tarar umurundaymış gibi aşk kıçını poh pohla dur 7/21 durmadan.. ego’ya bağlanıyor şüphesiz yollar hırs ve ihtiras boklu bir kalemde aranıyor endorfin çoğu zaman işbu raddeye gelince gol değeri kazanmıyor bacak arası atılan aşk bir heykeltraş niçin aldatılır ya da bir ressam ya, bir operetse kurban veya şiir adı altında mektup yazan foseptikten farkı yok sanal kerhanelerin mirim kaç delikanlı çıkarmış bir kadını çukurdan.. ..

0

Aug 26, 2019

Aug 26, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC

Vaha

Sanal Devinimler

parfümlü tanıtımın büyüsüne ilişik birkaç fotoğraf kafi fiyat konuşmak için aşikare kaça veriyorsun? demek büyük küstahlık o nedenle yol, yordam biliyor istismara gebe aşk.. şartname kibar ve yüzüne bakılır olmalı hele de kültür mutfağı.. döktürmeli gözler söz söze gelince.. aperatif ve sıcaklar neyse de bak, bu tatlı fecii derece önem arzediyor diz dize gerilince cüzdan kalınlığında olmalı kıkırdak yapı ki incir, çuvalında fresh’liği muhafaza edebilsin bünyeye göre birkaç zaman porsche’len tabakta kadın budu köfte kimi kimi bir simit, çaya tav kimi, bütün STK’ları tarar umurundaymış gibi aşk kıçını poh pohla dur 7/21 durmadan.. ego’ya bağlanıyor şüphesiz yollar hırs ve ihtiras boklu bir kalemde aranıyor endorfin çoğu zaman işbu raddeye gelince gol değeri kazanmıyor bacak arası atılan aşk bir heykeltraş niçin aldatılır ya da bir ressam ya, bir operetse kurban veya şiir adı altında mektup yazan foseptikten farkı yok sanal kerhanelerin mirim kaç delikanlı çıkarmış bir kadını çukurdan.. ..

57

I mistook your kindness for kindness. I was wrong.

0

Jun 13, 2021

Jun 13, 2021 at 3:01 AM UTC

ellis-reyes

Three Lines - Tav

I mistook your kindness for kindness. I was wrong.

3