"unesco" poems - Hello Poetry

.*i guess a loss of subscriptions is, somehow, a badge of honor, namely? i somehow managed to attach a screwdriver to my words... why? read below... English women consider motherhood to be a job... how ******* demeaning! gone are the days of womanhood attaining the stature of god, in the Christian methodology of encompassing the pivot of lady Madonna... perhaps a too high peddle-stool? i guess so... i'm not usurping the female status, but elevating a female stature, deeming motherhood an UNESCO status? seems it's too much... for some people... who make it necessary to befriend their shadow, and travel to the hinterlands.* just your atypical pedantry, a translator's subscript comment - who's richard rojcewicz's... regarding what? heidegger... das volk, and the three derivatives - volkhaft (populist), volklich (communal) und? völkisch (folkish) - i'm starting to suspect that i'm tapping in the all things folk.... unconsciously, favoring folk music... see, us central europeans, we bunch together and share the most odd similarities - i never thought that the song herr mannelig could be translated from Swedish - as it was translated into German... then again... Vikings founded Kiev... and all these loan-words of Germanic origin in Polish... the only Anglo loan-word that i know of, is, weekend... hence, das volk, people - by the way... German has "too many" definite articles, and only one ein - or eine - is that the same rule as in Ęnglish? i.e. N in an example, rather than in a counter example? two vowels adjacent in separate word, sitting across from the grand chasm of... a spacing itch? but look at German, i never get it... DAS DIE DER... is there an aesthetic difference, and only an aesthetic difference to mind? bewildering... if there is such a thing as a western civilization... that sometime pompous obnoxiousness, fair enough... no problem: but learn to hide it, feel it, rather then feed it... it's not a question of a civilization, but more... an answer to what is less civilization, and more... a chore... just like western women, notably the english women call motherhood a, "job"... it's a... wait... a job? doubt was big in classic philosophy of the Cartesian schematic... so no one knows that the French existentialists brought in negation, as the driving force to replace doubt? who the hell sees doubt these days? either the know it alles - or the hush-hush crowd... motherhood is a... job? well... then i guess, being a man... western civilization, by that standard of logic... can't be anything more... than a.... ******* chore!

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC

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das volk (translator's note)

.*i guess a loss of subscriptions is, somehow, a badge of honor, namely? i somehow managed to attach a screwdriver to my words... why? read below... English women consider motherhood to be a job... how ******* demeaning! gone are the days of womanhood attaining the stature of god, in the Christian methodology of encompassing the pivot of lady Madonna... perhaps a too high peddle-stool? i guess so... i'm not usurping the female status, but elevating a female stature, deeming motherhood an UNESCO status? seems it's too much... for some people... who make it necessary to befriend their shadow, and travel to the hinterlands.* just your atypical pedantry, a translator's subscript comment - who's richard rojcewicz's... regarding what? heidegger... das volk, and the three derivatives - volkhaft (populist), volklich (communal) und? völkisch (folkish) - i'm starting to suspect that i'm tapping in the all things folk.... unconsciously, favoring folk music... see, us central europeans, we bunch together and share the most odd similarities - i never thought that the song herr mannelig could be translated from Swedish - as it was translated into German... then again... Vikings founded Kiev... and all these loan-words of Germanic origin in Polish... the only Anglo loan-word that i know of, is, weekend... hence, das volk, people - by the way... German has "too many" definite articles, and only one ein - or eine - is that the same rule as in Ęnglish? i.e. N in an example, rather than in a counter example? two vowels adjacent in separate word, sitting across from the grand chasm of... a spacing itch? but look at German, i never get it... DAS DIE DER... is there an aesthetic difference, and only an aesthetic difference to mind? bewildering... if there is such a thing as a western civilization... that sometime pompous obnoxiousness, fair enough... no problem: but learn to hide it, feel it, rather then feed it... it's not a question of a civilization, but more... an answer to what is less civilization, and more... a chore... just like western women, notably the english women call motherhood a, "job"... it's a... wait... a job? doubt was big in classic philosophy of the Cartesian schematic... so no one knows that the French existentialists brought in negation, as the driving force to replace doubt? who the hell sees doubt these days? either the know it alles - or the hush-hush crowd... motherhood is a... job? well... then i guess, being a man... western civilization, by that standard of logic... can't be anything more... than a.... ******* chore!

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laying in bed with ephemeral kate: her hands are brazen, fingernails clenching upon my hips beneath the sheets, her grip barely elucidated beneath buttercream bedsheets. her pale pink ******* cast aside hours ago, and now the sun slants westward upon her bedroom walls. I laid waste to her skin, ravaging her with lips and tongue and teeth, and I am sated, if only for the moment, scent of her skin upon my tongue and her ****** a badge of honor upon my mouth. her bedsheets are ruins, UNESCO World Heritage Site waiting to be uncovered and reclaimed; if it wasn't oh so lovely, laying languorous limbs asprawl, your stomach pulsing beneath my thigh, her chest rising and falling, rising and falling, beneath my head; I always boasted I was cutest when sleepy, and she always murmured assent with a halfsmile; that ******* halfsmile, playing around the corners of her endlessly kissable mouth, lips glistening with a mix of lipgloss and *** the sun dips down towards the horizon, a girl hurrying homeward a minute after curfew; her nails traverse upwards, scouring my spine; my mouth is pressed against her neck, tentative words and laps embossed upon the hollow of her throat. she laughs, she sighs, endlessly inimitable kate.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC

perlucidum

laying in bed with ephemeral kate:

laying in bed with ephemeral kate: her hands are brazen, fingernails clenching upon my hips beneath the sheets, her grip barely elucidated beneath buttercream bedsheets. her pale pink ******* cast aside hours ago, and now the sun slants westward upon her bedroom walls. I laid waste to her skin, ravaging her with lips and tongue and teeth, and I am sated, if only for the moment, scent of her skin upon my tongue and her ****** a badge of honor upon my mouth. her bedsheets are ruins, UNESCO World Heritage Site waiting to be uncovered and reclaimed; if it wasn't oh so lovely, laying languorous limbs asprawl, your stomach pulsing beneath my thigh, her chest rising and falling, rising and falling, beneath my head; I always boasted I was cutest when sleepy, and she always murmured assent with a halfsmile; that ******* halfsmile, playing around the corners of her endlessly kissable mouth, lips glistening with a mix of lipgloss and *** the sun dips down towards the horizon, a girl hurrying homeward a minute after curfew; her nails traverse upwards, scouring my spine; my mouth is pressed against her neck, tentative words and laps embossed upon the hollow of her throat. she laughs, she sighs, endlessly inimitable kate.

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.*thank god the English girls were into Pakistani boys... i'm literally off the hook... not that i was expecting to bang one of their hoards of spending outside a male sensibility of earning money... thank god i can double up with not being circumcised.... phew... uninhibited listening sessions to early Madonna, like some Duran Duran fetish... make-over death-metal... bass, man, the bass! the 80s snared the mark... woah woe... oh woah... so is there something to be bothered about? no? wh'aaah don't you use it... wh'ah'ah'ah'ah'ah... this is the part where i pretend to give a **** right? so i basically get to **** an oyster or a chattering clam? which one is which one is where i get reminded that i originate from eastern Europe, whereby eastern, Europe, is around the Urals, knee deep in **** in Russia? Copernican antithesis or something?! oh, don't let me down... i'm trying to get into the groove... you have your commonwealth fetish party, i'm the damaged goods guy... i'm the guy who'd make a great dog-leash companion but a ****** father.... well... don't know about a father, more like a ****** boyfriend... thank **** i'm not the sort to mind myself as: the desired goods; it's like... holiday... for 71 years; give or take; **** if i was the person, deluded, about fulfilling the role of a partner... no... that was never going to work... i'm out... the end... a big NO NO... i'm ******* listening to Duran Duran... if i had a girlfriend, she'd be in her late 40s for fuck's sake!* not a lot of birch trees in western europe, eh? plenty of oak filled forests... not many pine tree forests? sure... east meets west; back east an oak tree was... UNESCO... western Europe... not so many pines... are there? don't lie... i know there aren't... and there aren't as many marshlands... with marsh reeds.... in western Europe... the air is variant in terms of the perfumery... but sure as **** a lack of birch treets... and certainly the oak overcomes the pine tree in terms of counted density.

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC

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eastern europe

.*thank god the English girls were into Pakistani boys... i'm literally off the hook... not that i was expecting to bang one of their hoards of spending outside a male sensibility of earning money... thank god i can double up with not being circumcised.... phew... uninhibited listening sessions to early Madonna, like some Duran Duran fetish... make-over death-metal... bass, man, the bass! the 80s snared the mark... woah woe... oh woah... so is there something to be bothered about? no? wh'aaah don't you use it... wh'ah'ah'ah'ah'ah... this is the part where i pretend to give a **** right? so i basically get to **** an oyster or a chattering clam? which one is which one is where i get reminded that i originate from eastern Europe, whereby eastern, Europe, is around the Urals, knee deep in **** in Russia? Copernican antithesis or something?! oh, don't let me down... i'm trying to get into the groove... you have your commonwealth fetish party, i'm the damaged goods guy... i'm the guy who'd make a great dog-leash companion but a ****** father.... well... don't know about a father, more like a ****** boyfriend... thank **** i'm not the sort to mind myself as: the desired goods; it's like... holiday... for 71 years; give or take; **** if i was the person, deluded, about fulfilling the role of a partner... no... that was never going to work... i'm out... the end... a big NO NO... i'm ******* listening to Duran Duran... if i had a girlfriend, she'd be in her late 40s for fuck's sake!* not a lot of birch trees in western europe, eh? plenty of oak filled forests... not many pine tree forests? sure... east meets west; back east an oak tree was... UNESCO... western Europe... not so many pines... are there? don't lie... i know there aren't... and there aren't as many marshlands... with marsh reeds.... in western Europe... the air is variant in terms of the perfumery... but sure as **** a lack of birch treets... and certainly the oak overcomes the pine tree in terms of counted density.

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dimitri was a music man who paid attention to life's subtleties he chiseled at a block of notes, hammering them down to sculpted perfection music did he use as a platform to disguise his controversial contexts distracting his judges with thin air before delving into the matter at hand a scherzo, to illumine Stalin's atrocities sewn into the playful boom-chuck, dangerous melodies and complex harmonies in one instance, the William Tell did he use to comment on power to the people and their triumph over the regime it was a strategic ironic play Rossini's light, airy music brewing with tumult in fact une blague, a sort of joke to mock society an unsettling fiddle bit later echoed in the likes of Bernstein dimitri read his part at a UNESCO convention-- --deadpan, not looking up once from his paper it was clear, he had his own opinion a voice rang in the distance, an approaching bell at a time when all were violently silenced the opposition cleverly fashioning his statements one only had to listen to his symphonies to find dimitri's was a very attuned mind.

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Mar 28, 2012

Mar 28, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC

next-paige

dimitri toed the line

dimitri was a music man who paid attention to life's subtleties he chiseled at a block of notes, hammering them down to sculpted perfection music did he use as a platform to disguise his controversial contexts distracting his judges with thin air before delving into the matter at hand a scherzo, to illumine Stalin's atrocities sewn into the playful boom-chuck, dangerous melodies and complex harmonies in one instance, the William Tell did he use to comment on power to the people and their triumph over the regime it was a strategic ironic play Rossini's light, airy music brewing with tumult in fact une blague, a sort of joke to mock society an unsettling fiddle bit later echoed in the likes of Bernstein dimitri read his part at a UNESCO convention-- --deadpan, not looking up once from his paper it was clear, he had his own opinion a voice rang in the distance, an approaching bell at a time when all were violently silenced the opposition cleverly fashioning his statements one only had to listen to his symphonies to find dimitri's was a very attuned mind.

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*and those white teeth... uh! they just scream ****** northern americans make drinking so much easier, sure, i drink **** brain cells and get ******** ever too often, resurrect Al Capone for me... but why do they make it so much easier? they're hiking, biking, kite surfing, climbing mount Unesco... cheerleaders of Kenya or something? i need models for an Oxfam advert... ******* starve! starve! to the Ukrainian prisons with you! starve! it all goes for bureaucracy anyway, the adverts are just the tip, and it's a gimmick-berg. whatever the advert stated and a Moroccan added, like some Seattle sandwich mixture for gummy gummy yummy yum - twigs n' bubblegum; or condoms... i'm not sure; ha ha!

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC

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ha ha!

*and those white teeth... uh! they just scream ****** northern americans make drinking so much easier, sure, i drink **** brain cells and get ******** ever too often, resurrect Al Capone for me... but why do they make it so much easier? they're hiking, biking, kite surfing, climbing mount Unesco... cheerleaders of Kenya or something? i need models for an Oxfam advert... ******* starve! starve! to the Ukrainian prisons with you! starve! it all goes for bureaucracy anyway, the adverts are just the tip, and it's a gimmick-berg. whatever the advert stated and a Moroccan added, like some Seattle sandwich mixture for gummy gummy yummy yum - twigs n' bubblegum; or condoms... i'm not sure; ha ha!

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It's always the poor folk who get dropped in it,init? and ain't that the truth,isit?It's no wonder this country is lagging behind when all that you find are the youth who put more than the truth in the words that they use to confuse,like, I was like init,wasit,yeah and she said,'get you, king for a day',d'ya get what I mean,d'ya see what I say and that's the problem with the country today,no one can understand the native language of this land. I blame the teachers,the parents,street preachers,Tesco,Unesco,the allied mills,electronic tills and mostly these little blue pills which make me drawl and crawl across the unlined sheet until I meet the pen that meets my hand and makes me write about the language of the land. Banned it should all be banned and we should speak in picture frames with names wrote out in jig sawed games and the youth should be seen but never heard,an absurd idea,another flawed plan for the youth will grow into the woman or man that we are, never far from the truth are the youth of today,we should stop for a while and hear what they say, but we won't and we don't because the truth's too close to home,so we'll gripe and we'll moan and understand even less, c'mon fess up you know that I'm right.

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Friday's flight

It's always the poor folk who get dropped in it,init? and ain't that the truth,isit?It's no wonder this country is lagging behind when all that you find are the youth who put more than the truth in the words that they use to confuse,like, I was like init,wasit,yeah and she said,'get you, king for a day',d'ya get what I mean,d'ya see what I say and that's the problem with the country today,no one can understand the native language of this land. I blame the teachers,the parents,street preachers,Tesco,Unesco,the allied mills,electronic tills and mostly these little blue pills which make me drawl and crawl across the unlined sheet until I meet the pen that meets my hand and makes me write about the language of the land. Banned it should all be banned and we should speak in picture frames with names wrote out in jig sawed games and the youth should be seen but never heard,an absurd idea,another flawed plan for the youth will grow into the woman or man that we are, never far from the truth are the youth of today,we should stop for a while and hear what they say, but we won't and we don't because the truth's too close to home,so we'll gripe and we'll moan and understand even less, c'mon fess up you know that I'm right.

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Kashmir Valley, a World Heritage Site UNESCO declares, for its might Alpine floors are so amazing. A diverse ecosystem is blazing. The valley is enchantingly quiet. Blending hues that are colourfully bright Unique flowers are engaging. Blue poppy, dog flowers glancing Kashmir Valley Whiteleaf hogfoot flowers delight Himalayan roses are polite. Snake foil flowers nicely glazing Hooked stick seeds are tantalising. Fascinating it is, that's right. Kashmir Valley

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Jul 2, 2024

Jul 2, 2024 at 3:53 AM UTC

john-thomas-tharayil

Kashmir Valley

Kashmir Valley, a World Heritage Site UNESCO declares, for its might Alpine floors are so amazing. A diverse ecosystem is blazing. The valley is enchantingly quiet. Blending hues that are colourfully bright Unique flowers are engaging. Blue poppy, dog flowers glancing Kashmir Valley Whiteleaf hogfoot flowers delight Himalayan roses are polite. Snake foil flowers nicely glazing Hooked stick seeds are tantalising. Fascinating it is, that's right. Kashmir Valley

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lifes in meshes with inherent leashes liars in messes riveted with stresses in tresses hearts full of Prosecco and bile from blinded Unesco Looking for selves on shelves dancing with pansies in panzers make-believers left-overs waging war in peace and pieces in ****** drenched in lives unknown and wares unearned in mires renowned Owning miseries internal and pushing external for redress maternal empty dreamers on steamers loving sad idlers with no water for later eating stories without histories, crying tears with fears and no worries Ways of their worlds, no molds for holds only emptiness for pettiness and they race for pace to face the lace that grace an ace with no traces citations of vacuosity of the sagacity of the mediocrity in their paucity

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Aug 1, 2019

Aug 1, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC

yenson

Get on the Neon Express.....

lifes in meshes with inherent leashes liars in messes riveted with stresses in tresses hearts full of Prosecco and bile from blinded Unesco Looking for selves on shelves dancing with pansies in panzers make-believers left-overs waging war in peace and pieces in ****** drenched in lives unknown and wares unearned in mires renowned Owning miseries internal and pushing external for redress maternal empty dreamers on steamers loving sad idlers with no water for later eating stories without histories, crying tears with fears and no worries Ways of their worlds, no molds for holds only emptiness for pettiness and they race for pace to face the lace that grace an ace with no traces citations of vacuosity of the sagacity of the mediocrity in their paucity

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