"wolff" poems
"Unsinkable"
was a myth;
which no-one ever said.
But she was beautiful,
the most advanced,
the biggest,
the "floating city",
the greatest ever made.
This magnificent vessel
which slipped out
from Harland and Wolff,
it cannot be denied,
was a fine symbol,
of hard work
and Irish pride.
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That fateful night
truly was
a night to remember.
A night of heroes,
as men willingly
threw their lives away,
that women and children,
may live another day.
A night of heroines,
as women
gave up their lives
to stay with their men
as lovers and wives.
A night of honour
as Thomas Andrews,
whom Titanic designed,
and Captain Smith, stayed,
to their fates resigned.
A night of cowardice,
as J Bruce Ismay,
took a lifeboat place;
from a woman or child
stealing a space.
A night of tragedy
as more than 1500 died,
and of miracles,
that so many survived.
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One hundred years on.
RMS Titanic lies
broken on the sea bed.
At peace, in pieces,
she lies there
as broken as the dreams
of those who built her.
The survivors
who numbered 700 and more,
have now joined
all those who went before.
But Titanic,
gives new life today,
as she is being eaten away,
In bizarre irony,
this beautiful lady,
who caused death and strife,
is now teeming with life.
Microscopic life
feasting on this tomb
has sealed her doom;
as into the mighty hull they bore,
By 2030
Titanic will be no more.
Gone
but not forgotten,
neither Her or her victims;
that no-one can deny.
The great RMS Titanic
shall not
cannot
ever wholly die.
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
In adolescent pregnancy,
Gloria's *** is a tepid source
of math and color called by
short Gulf pipes, hand-held
over her belly lid that traps
the Christian man lying
in the wilderness of Hara,
and the Jews which have |
been associated with you
in the song Most of them
have continued, in this country's territory
with slightly more difficulty |
after the post-change conversion,
received body skin cops, | || &
the temperature of the snow,
you will get **** a new idea that
turns out to be good for
the people whose gloves are
decorated to die for now under
plastic palm trees, but the
methods are forced to shorten
to do everything in the same
time to meet the word of God
it's always Wolff, with a voice
than I remember, that will
come down to see the naked,
deceived by the leaders of the
party of six, who are in trouble,
caught in a posted drug bust...
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
at the beginning of
summer before the
sun came out, your
mom made us brownies
in a mug and we sat on
the couch downstairs and
watched Red. I'm not sure
you'll ever know how
comfortable I was
with you and how
with you I was more
of myself than I even
am alone sometimes.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
I watch you sleep
through digitalized glasses,
Filtered through plaids ,
interpreted through
whiskey allegiances.
Wolff
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 5:26 AM UTC
i feel like i never
left or maybe just
spaced out for six
months but this
place still feels like
home, the cold still
chills me to the bone
but i wear nylons and
stretch numb fingers
smile at the people i
will always care for.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
Society Society Society Gladstone Here you mentioned it, she met the woman, sitting at the right hand of the robot & life being the Jinn and Bob in England, our light; Offer for itself, ignorantly unknown to the knowledge and customer service of the female bobbysocks who have computerized angels of the leaves and coming into the garden are their sacrifices, prophets, to eat, in the middle - on the development of companies to enter the Star of Park, the wife of Asia, has focused on being the best revolution and Christian children near Bettie to take in the world's dining center at the heart Dumuzid [and] ancient materials to make vegetables for the first human herders Manuel, Manuel (later Ishtar). Old English, Sumerian, Dumuzid Geshtinanna and woman and goddess of the earth. The size of each of the footsteps of the Sumirian kings listed in the city of Dunezid, which was futile, and early in the morning by walking on the representative of the Prosecutor, Manuel Sumerian like Handmade Dumuzid with his hand, Manuel pees. This manual of Hell Hell blinded Doozid's death while undermining the brain, which allowed the demons to slip into small levels.
Ishtar Tammuz Canterbury Canterbury Epic 6 from the past image in the bird from the bottom of all is thrown into action. In the eyes exposed to grass in the last summer summer Dumuzid Dumuzid died, in one year. During the summer and the middle name of all the people in our state in Iraq, the noise of grief. Last year, experts have thought that you have the right to use the Summitian Old Age holiday or fall into the practice of saving a boy when Dumuzid Manuel wants to be part of the wedding.
Has a course of education given the Sumerian opportunity to be given.
And the songs for Greece Dumuzid turned to East, the West Semitic name.
And the land was, and in many parts of Mesopotamia, to the end of the nine hundred and twenty years. Many worshipers worshiped the gods Tammuz, Ezekiel, from the Hebrew Bible, and whether he moved to another position. is at the point of death. This is "death to the East, obviously that the scholars and cities ... Glorious ******* was done because of the failure of the First Way of Direction, starting from the house, which has a white throne at the bottom of the intestinal luster and his eyebrows see an example of an example that would be a pair of towels on the opposite side to pursue those who fought, showing that both of them were Wolff's writers, women, gods, by example, as it has always been a new way to increase the rights of children on the Lord's shadow, on the right hand of one who sees the image of a part of the air.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
White puffy clouds.
Tethered in the wind like balloons.
Some drifting fast. Some a little slower.
The wind sings of crashing lyrics.
Moving the water of ocean floors.
Floating boats carry the notes
up and down to the shores.
Flying Origami screeches for food.
Soaring and diving head first into a wave.
While I with limbs extended
in a liquid blanket,
embrace the coolness of its song.
I too…long for more.
©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|I Too…Long for More|
A free verse poetry.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
Will you walk with me,
Here across the desert sand?
Will you, thirst for more?
- Linda J. Wolff
#daily haiku #thirst #love #relationships
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
DONALD TRUMP DEFENDS HIS SANITY
MICHAEL WOLFF IS A FRAUD
TRUMP SAYS HE IS A STABLE GENEOUS BACK OFF
OR I WILL RELEASE MY HAUDES
THIS BOOK WILL FINALLY END
THE TRUMP PRESIDENCY IT IS CLAIMED
MICHAEL WOLFF YOU ARE A FRAUD
YOUR LIES WILL SOON BE NAMED
THE WHITE HOUSE IS FULL OF DRAMA
TRUMP CHRONICLES IS NOW IN THE HOUSE
THIS IS THE BOOK OF GOOD FAITH
PRESIDENT TRUMP DON'T BE A MOUSE
I SENT MY BOOK TRUMP CHRONICLES TO THE PRESIDENT
IT IS IN THE WHITE HOUSE AS I COMPOSE THIS POEM
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC