"vier" poems
Electricity is talking; we understand
losing interest in conversations. creating land.
droplets of ice define the day
August ends in the middle of May
intrepid peeling; scabs of the earth
the hands fail; a dumbed feeling
Eins, the seeing blind have never seen
on screen, a shape of many faces
in through the open windows outdoors
smoke dries the unseen. air dry.
so paragon goners repulse the cleaver
the system has failed
so much detail to attention
when pink isn’t even a color
time is wasted on time itself
unfortunate cookie
wires once made you. complete.
ask for the answer to the question is nothing
Zwei light birds on a wire
the happenstance, the fire
where hell listens, there sight is drawn
selfishly we glare and mourn
******* ice cubes yelling “Jesus may…”
cold as **** the cesspool lay.
So, maybe I’m over thinking this.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
WHITE DOWN
White down
so high
and yet so lowly, soft,
your flecks of light
where brown turf darkens
damp,
so innocently growing
'spite the weather;
torn clouds,
against the blue or grey,
beside you green of moss
stone, heather,
grasses, hay,
Not lauded,
given honours like the rose
but there the mountain knows
your sweet repose.
M. A. Waddicor
10th sept 2011.
Translated into Norwegian...
MYRULL
Kvite dun
så høgt på strå
og likevel så kravlaus, mjuk.
Lysa dine logar
der torva mørknar
fuktig, brun.
Du veks uskuldig, rein
trass uvêr,
rivne skyer
mot det blå og grå.
Ved sida di er grøne mosen,
stein, lyng,
gras og vier.
Ikkje lovprisa
eller gjeve heidersteikn, som rosa bar;
men fjellet kjenner til
din vakre kvilestad.
M. A. Waddicor/ Gjendikting ved Åse Lilleskare Faugstad
COTTON GRASS YOU WAVE
Waving at the sky,
you tufts of downy white,
your presence in the marsh,
or standing on the cracked dry earth,
the bottom of a bog.
So delicate you are,
in such a place,
where winter blizzards blow,
and icy waters, snow,
cover your bed.
Yet there you always are,
a faithful friend to travellers,
a light where grey skies dull,
a flag to show where not to go
in rain.
As pretty as a poem tossed
on hardy stems
not pictured in a painting
yet as dainty, beautiful
and free,
as any bloom can be.
M. Ann Waddicor
10th September 2011.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
Tat Deutschland hat ihren Tag
tat wahre Krieger bekommen Gerechtigkeit
lassen Sie mich in einem u Boot sterben
mit meinen gefallenen Rittern
Senden Sie es an den Boden
vergessen zu werden
Ich bedauere so das
Kein Schuss Die vier angestarrte Scheide
Im Kopf das Bumsen
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 3:31 AM UTC
was ist es nur, dass es tut
dass ich nicht mehr bin ich selbst
unter tausend, selbst bei dir
Sonnenstrahlen fallen gut
lassen glitzern
lassen fallen
setzen sie in Ironie
lassen los
und trocknen leise
was ich nannte Melancholie
was ist es nur, dass es tut
dass ich weine, nicht mehr rede
selbst bei dir, du der meine
du sagst es ist vier Uhr vier
lassen sagen
ohne Worte
was ich nicht zu fühlen vermag
halten fest
verlieren sich
verlieren mich
verlier ich dich
sie flüstern leise
du bist so stolz
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 1:22 PM UTC
Jy het die reg tot lewe
Oh grondwet, die dood lag jou uit!
Die sardoniese blik
van 'n gesteelde besluit,
**** jy nie die klop-klop van vier perde hoef
wyle die openbaring in
jou blaaie kom poef.
Skaam jy jou nie
vir sulks blatante leuen,
of het jy jou ore aan Satan verleen
toe jy jou hoop soos saad versprei
om naief- die jeug, in die versoekingte lei.
Ons eet karkas-krummels
as 'n daaglikse brood
Terwyl jy ons verseker
dat jy die waarheid ontbloot
soos die arme tiener meisie,
geryp; en nou - dood.
Jou bedoelings was goed,
maar jou kakpraat te groot.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC
Deus mergulha na nossa vida
Quando acordares diz bom dia,
Desperta com sua alegria,
Deus mergulha no mar do além,
Mergulha no seu amor tu também.
Quando os sinos tocam as badaladas,
Olha as crianças de mãos dadas.
Deus mergulha com eterno perdão,
Mergulha tu com leveza e devoção.
Passarinhos com penas coloridas,
Perigos nas nossas caminhadas.
Deus mergulha no nosso ser e pensamento,
Deus mergulha com suavidade e encanto.
Quando um dia a morte te vier buscar por bem,
Mergulha para a vida nova, do além.
Deus ressuscitado te leva vivo,
Deus mergulha sem aviso.
Victor Marques
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
Jij bent een kat en ik niet,
je kijkt in het donker, terwijl ik niks zie.
Ik heb haar alleen op mijn hoofd,
en kijk naar buiten terwijl jij vogels rooft.
Je hebt vier poten en ik heb er twee,
Ik roep "kom" en je gaat met me mee.
Twee oren, twee ogen, dat hebben we allebei wel,
maar ik ren langzaam en jij kan heel snel.
Het grootste verschil is toch dat ik kan praten,
met woorden en letters, dat kan ik soms haten.
Sprak jij eens een zin daar,
dan ben ik benieuwd naar.
Wat zou je dan zeggen,
met mij overleggen?
Of hoef je geen woorden, maar gebruik je je mauw,
om zomaar te zeggen "ik hou ook van jou."
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
A C H T U N G
acht neun acht sechs vier fünf zwo
sechs drei eins fünf sieben acht null
the radio spews over and over again
void of meaning. or so they want
us to think as the concrete wall
keeps standing. they came to liberate us
which they did. of thought of speech
of word. see the ashen blocks sit
aren’t they pretty? as dark red blotches
stain their smooth surfaces like lipstick on
wine glasses. an old fan turns slowly
in a dusty room just south of
Leipzig. men dream of hazy Stalinist façades
as she brings a cigarette to her
rouged lips. Belomorkanal. the rusted olive uniform
pulls tighter as she draws in. octaves
bellow from the speakers. it is time
to hear from the homeland. how sickles
gleam for the Union just like they
did for Lenin. we don’t talk about
him now though. sickles don’t gleam here
like they ought to. the reels revolve
unforgiving to the cry of a winter’s
night. the ruby snow glints in torchlight.
the night goes on. it has to.
sieben sechs vier zwo neun drei sechs
eins sieben null sechs acht fünf sieben
E N D E
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
O Sol que eu vejo hoje,
Brilha tanto!
E pouco importa o que aconteça,
Eu tenho a mim, e isso basta,
Ter você vai muito além,
E eu não tenho forças pra lutar.
Se você vier atrás,
Há uma vitória a ganhar,
Mas se não, nada perdi.
O brilho no meu olhar se intensifica,
E o que me faz viver é a saudade do mar.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 7:15 AM UTC
I’ve woken up
No longer under your spell
Sobered up
And realised I’m in Hell
You played me hard
But you did it well
You built me up
But in the end I fell
Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
The truth was blurred but now it’s clear
Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
My scars are now my souvenirs
Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
I’ve lost it all and now I have no fear
Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
Now I see that the end is near
Now you’re gone
And I can heal
You were too good
To be real
My heart was always
yours to steal
But you burned it up
And I can’t feel
Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
The truth was blurred but now it’s clear
Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
My scars are now my souvenirs
Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
I’ve lost it all and now I have no fear
Eins, zwei, drei, vier,
Now I see that the end is near
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Omdat we je graag zien,
omdat we nog eens iets moeten gaan drinken,
omdat we je het beste wensen
en daarop willen klinken.
Daarom sturen wij dit kaartje,
op nog een pracht van een nieuw jaartje!
Vier het goed, verzorg jezelf
vierentwintig zeven, maar vergeet tussendoor
niet te genieten van het leven!
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
One Two, Three Four
Eins Zwei, Drei Vier
Quatre Trois, Zero Un
We sway to the tunes
As we maintain eye contact
The vividness of the day in when we once met
The promise to teach me your dance
You kept your word
That this wouldn't last
That these moments would go by fast
Step by step I paved my way
to this day
As you taught me the Waltz
The Cajun, The Classics
You swept me off my feet as we turned and twisted
In our own little world
Where the skies filled with glitter
And the stars no longer wandered
My naive self refused to believe this would end
That the fireworks I hear were not just hallucinations
I was blind, confused, oblivious to my surroundings
Unable to snap back to reality
And Time flew by fast like you reminded me
I was to return soon
Return to a place that was no longer next to your side
A Lonesome place where my feelings must hide
As of you, you will move on to much brighter filled days
Quickly forgetting the way we played
When the music controlled our swings, our sways
Oh the way you moved my heart
Feelings I shall not forget
For now you have taught me your dance
The steps that I learned hastened so fast
Those steps that led us to our Final Dance
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
beginning with the circle, for there are three,
in an "abstract" sense of staging the Δ, i.e.:
Ω
Υ O alternatively:
o υ
ω
thus in deed... (macron as omega, in greek acute
accent on upsilon to extract omega, or the p(oo)l sound..
acute on the omicron?
gives you upsilon... omega = macron
on the omicron)...
however the Σ (totality) of this observation?
how many s esses are there, orthodoxically speaking?
s, ś, ß (a german grapheme, variant of the roman æ,
æsc, sszett - albeit the latter invoking consonants,
the former? volwels),
the greek will now provide the aesthetic twins:
σ, ς (whereby the latter, created the french
ç, which is another form of s... e.g.
in the word waiter: garçon) -
the final s form? akin to ß... but the germans
would write it as -sch-,
east germans say it when writing ich...
in english the compound is -sh-
sharp...
in slavic it's: either -sz- a variant of
the english -sh-, or with a caron, e.g. š...
like the car-manufacturer: škoda... which, when said
in adverts... omits the diacritical mark.
how many "satans" can you see? count:
s, ś, ß, σ, ς, ç, (-sh- / -sz- /) š:
eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben...
you can site that seven headed hydra in the book of
revelation... right about now.
oh sure... let's go crazy, put an extra head on the beast:
the cyrillic ш... some sort of rigid omega, or worse still...
an uptight double-"u".... it's a V, a ******* V, a double V!
qui? qui? wee? wee? it's a soft-v!
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC