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"wim" poems
The images of your beating heart Fall trace inside your hazel eyes Remnants within, breaking apart Ripped apart, by another's lies Your torn-up heart beats to a different rhythm One in complete synchronicity to my own Your emotions have jumped, going out on a wim Now, no longer will you be left alone For my heart beats, in response, adoring your tempo My soul, in shock, gets lost in your intoxicating eyes My arms, get trapped, around your voluptuous waist And my lips, they steal, the most luscious of kisses To drown in your eyes, would be an end most fitting For one, like myself, who adores them finely so To harm them, would be a crime worth a beating I'll protect them with my life, no matter the show To press you against me, pulling at your waist Slender, and feminine, the most perfect of shapes Never to be apart, stuck together with paste Together forever, like one vine to two grapes Before leaning in for that one special moment When two lips conjoin, and become a whole If broken apart, I would write a lament To which, my life would be the eternal toll
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC
A Tempo To Adore
Last night's Wim Wenders film Wings of Desire, not starring Adam Sandler, great in the great tradition of Metropolis, Fellini, Children of Paradise, Ikiru, Open City. This is not comedy though it can be funny overhearing people thinking, the randomness of thought, data dots, circles with dots, sadness and silliness, silly sadness, confusion, rarely a clear thought, not one logical lucid progression. Deep art. I'd like to do better than my best so far, write something with hydroxyapatite that won't gather dust then become dust a neuron of sweetness, an early morning bicyclist, a lost ghost or fallen angel any form from which death might abstain or forego appetite. Appearing to meander from subject to subject is my practice. Looking for solutions to the equations. Learning the changes then forgetting them. The expressions emanating from mortal minds are broken stamens, sticky stigmas. Striving for immortality, some Spanish philosopher (who looks like Don Quixote) says he understands and it's alright. I will read what he wrote and probably agree but is he immortal? Not his body, but his thoughts. True, I say, but this also: Not his mind, but his thoughts. Unchanging and finite. Put them in a hatbox and pass them on as heirlooms. To overhear the secret thoughts of others. Sharing and unsharing electrons, disrobing and bathing. That is the purpose of poetry. Gargoyle twice. Did Wim give each thought its own voice or use the same voice for all thoughts, every whim.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Wings of Desire
Last night's Wim Wenders film Wings of Desire, not starring Adam Sandler, great in the great tradition of Metropolis, Fellini, Children of Paradise, Ikiru, Open City. This is not comedy though it can be funny overhearing people thinking, the randomness of thought, data dots, circles with dots, sadness and silliness, silly sadness, confusion, rarely a clear thought, not one logical lucid progression. Deep art. I'd like to do better than my best so far, write something with hydroxyapatite that won't gather dust then become dust a neuron of sweetness, an early morning bicyclist, a lost ghost or fallen angel any form from which death might abstain or forego appetite. Appearing to meander from subject to subject is my practice. Looking for solutions to the equations. Learning the changes then forgetting them. The expressions emanating from mortal minds are broken stamens, sticky stigmas. Striving for immortality, some Spanish philosopher (who looks like Don Quixote) says he understands and it's alright. I will read what he wrote and probably agree but is he immortal? Not his body, but his thoughts. True, I say, but this also: Not his mind, but his thoughts. Unchanging and finite. Put them in a hatbox and pass them on as heirlooms. To overhear the secret thoughts of others. Sharing and unsharing electrons, disrobing and bathing. That is the purpose of poetry. Gargoyle twice. Did Wim give each thought its own voice or use the same voice for all thoughts, every whim.
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For a brief moment with a pen in hand I become god If I choose it to be so you’d all bend to my wim, with every pen stroke I’ll make brush stokes that forge fields of dreams that are overseen by boundless galaxies riddled full of stars that never got their wishes of being wished upon, the moon in all it’s heavenly bound glory would set depthless ocean tops ablaze with its luminescence and all of the beings I create would live on the earth as if they realized this is the only one they’ll get.
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Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 4:58 AM UTC
With a pen
everytime i look at you i see your shining smile i look into your gorgeous brown eyes and see into my denial i know that i love you i know this feeling is true i just wish you could see how much I truely mean to you i try to avoid the pain of seeing myself with him when i deeply want to be tied to you ill dump him on a wim sweety i would love to have your fingers intertwined between mine maybe you not wanting to be with me, is only just a sign? i tell myself to let you go time and time again but in the end all i do is cry and cry like rain tearing me slowly apart is the thoughts that i have had contimplating and knowing i want you, so badd even though i wish i didnt i know that i love you i just wish that you could see how much I mean to you...
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 12:07 PM UTC
How Much I Mean To You
Killing myself is not an option, but killing everyone around me is. To be honest this life is a bore. Everyday gets harder, and each step seems further away. Am i to give up because of the challenges? Am i to succum to their wim? Bow like a servant and bark like a dog? Believe their hypocrital lies and apply them to my life? Do they wish to chain me with their instructions? Tell me to behave when they're the ones breaking every commandment with no remorse. Tell me to respect while they judge us for our past mistakes and point fingers while we pass. Am i to be what they want me to be? Or be free.
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Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
Release me from these chains that have bound me since birth
The Person who provokes thought should brace for an onslaught/ I know thats what I said Ten thousand hours I practice patients/ Now I'm weightless/ Was a slippery slope thus I stuck to the basics/ This Express I deliver the Galaxy Ispaceship/ My literature literally comes from the lesson of Thoth/ Scholarship cold calls At least thats what I thought/ At most I didn't think/ Wim Hof An idiot servant at being an idiot of course/ The source combined it/ The science in God Gods in the Science/ Engineered every mind at its finest/ Resolve Nothing to prove/ I was intelligently ignorant I didn't know what I couldn't do/ Such bliss Some one stop please stop me/ Im off in a corner trying to understand fibonacci/ Lock key and throw it/ I'm not leaving this **** room until I know it/ Pardon My French If you notice/ A consumate contemplater yes I lament/ OK i'm bracing.
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
$&@#Reader Disrcretion@&$%
Full-moon light Can create Frightening and Disturbing shadows that seem To shape-shifting at a wim As I walk the halls to get the bathroom The full-moon exposes The darkness of the corners But yet the corners of our minds too As I see these shape shifting Shadows turn from evil To horrific I wish I stayed in my room
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC
Fullmoon
Quiet nights Whispered days Outlandish sights Peculiar maze Tazed in by sun and the moon Spooky goblins Ghoulish freaks Roam and prowl The steadied caves Kooky beings All misbehave Tranced by idols Turned from God!!!! Blaspheme love Tis they do Seeketh romance by phones Back away like shrews Kills one souls Plots none muse Muse is gone The suns went down Harrowing he feels Writing scribes Sick of all the same Tis wants to die Suicide not by choice Lifts his head in all rejoice Because he knows what he seeketh is right around the bin No more fairy taled wim Whimsical laughs No more grins None more waiting On a dream None more screams Nor false delight None more worries of bedtime fright None more fights Now all is right Lost his mind Gaveth his soul Plundered down to stage six of hell Wherein chaperones giveth ringing bells Steps to God God to appeal Forgiveth one in time surreal No more distasteful needing and wanting words The I love thou's shalt no more heard He's lost his touch He's lost his cure Giveth up all Forgotten the world Paintings he shalt go on in Be like the greats of archaic sin Handstroke brushes to pull him in He's done Oh my He's done!!!
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
gaveth mewn , gan roi i fyny ( gaveth all, giving up) welsh tongue
drugi zór sie ma w gębie - prosty chłopie - a nie: w gwle! a ten pierw: w glebie... czeka czeka... gdzie ja? smród mi od: sau-sau-dzes - tymian? ni wim... albo: bins! widze sikha! to chyba anglia! ale tylko chyba? nie... naprawde: napewno! oi ty! polaczek polaczek... patrz! na wygnaniu: ja! bym osmrodził swy bogaty naród układem, tym: leze... no to leze: i niet winikati! od roku 1945, i jan pawlik drugi... tu ani koran... ani ta jebana "ewangelia" tzn. kłamstwo! pierdolony da nogi nawet, by skubać tego hebrajskiego huja! masaz? masaz? pyrhh! huja tobie! i temu i tej golgocie, czyli... miejsce kości... tzn. tym kościołom! jak marcin luter! ogłaszam bankructwo tym instytucją; ale tak naprawde? jednym słowem? spier.... dalaj: sam se wsadź swój, w swą dupe! tanz! tanz! tanz dann... dann tanz! lassen uns auferstehe die tot.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
ukrainca polski
Deep in the endless darkness Passing by the snapping jaws of my enemies Raving mad and craving my blood Endless sorrow radiating off of me Wishing it was over The never ending pain Slowly killing me I mustn't let them wim Must keep going They can not Will not Must not Ever win
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
Madness in Me
da swabian a saxon?!                 nein! then we sorted out                    a prodigy of world war two                    and a calculation: of komora-morda          tank-engine-"room"-gob: as a "father" i tell you:                   keep it strict, the rest remains under the "brigade" of a "journalism"...         da contra dać.... i to byt...                      kres, tym-tam kreska...                    nic i nić... dwie lewe      a raptem dwie              pary sznurówek... kto?                    ten gra i tym szeptem: ochota; blud: pizda,               a tym wart: wilk. o grybo branie: borowik, ciota, rz...                           tzn. kurka: kurva yego mac. no kurva: czytajem yem ten lady... blad... błąd! błąd! lady? 'krajnem? kurva ni wim szto! 'yba 'udy, p.s.
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
da (give, pronoun inclusive and a future of prompt) / dać (pronoun exclusive and: future "said", will)
Aspire to respire Find a frame from deep beneath Calm the calling to concede Push beyond lessons learnt Grown in ways which blood can't reach Silent whispers in rhythmic beat
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
Wim Hof
October 11, 2017 10 AM Take me to the sea The calmness, sometimes tumultuous waters, I want to see Envelope me with its waves Jump with me, let's welcome the waves Blue is the color or sadness Green is the nature of freshness Emerald green is the color of material things Light blue, different shades of beings These are the colors I want to see The colors that the sky reflects abundantly The tides go high and low The waves move fast and slow I want to swim against the tide I sometimes want to walk, even stride Wait, I do not know how to swim But I want to give in to this very wim Just look at the birds Flying above the sand Crossing seas, rivers, and oceans Kiss my skin with the warmness of the sun Embrace me with sea salt and give me a tan The color of life, activity and fun Squeeze some lemon on my hair Rub it, have the sun penetrate every hair strand It will give life to jet black fiber Just enough to give me a sunshower Let's raft together and cross the other side Under the bridge, across the big wide sky Oh, please... Take me to the sea Let's watch the sunrise, sunset It will cause this fatigue, its demise.
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
SEE THE SEA