"yal" poems - Hello Poetry

'mma comm'ner! 'mma comm'ner! Whild it Port 'rhet above, 'im down F'rsaken. Afore'd! Allay'd! De' the round, De' the Bayck Brent of stick Wally a'bock Rayne A'doon, a'tunya, Mekker'un A 'block, a moon. The Rhine, 'ya dance 'ya In the Maine Yal 'amo Tor'red ett'on Fer tha'dance 'ya Fer tha'roon Allek 'un daree'ya Mag'k ung Garee 'ya.

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Jan 5, 2010

Jan 5, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC

robert-scherer

mma-comm

'mma comm'ner! 'mma comm'ner! Whild it Port 'rhet above, 'im down F'rsaken. Afore'd! Allay'd! De' the round, De' the Bayck Brent of stick Wally a'bock Rayne A'doon, a'tunya, Mekker'un A 'block, a moon. The Rhine, 'ya dance 'ya In the Maine Yal 'amo Tor'red ett'on Fer tha'dance 'ya Fer tha'roon Allek 'un daree'ya Mag'k ung Garee 'ya.

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I see ****** around me that just want the fame, Want the attention doing **** but who am i to blame ****** fall in love with the pictures flashing possession they think makes them richer You hear ****** rapping about the hood knowing when they lived there they tried their hardest to get out Doing **** not thinking without a doubt Now all they doing is spitting irresponsible **** out their mouth. ****** in the streets ready to shoot you just so they can write about you Flashing weapons yelling bang bang when they were the same ones running away from the pistols from the **** they do I'm putting all these fufu ****** on the spot acting brand new with their baby mamas crying because the rent due You ****** so contradictory getting these females pregnant and leaving knowing its your responsibility making you look like a humility But yal don't care Money is the motivation but you ****** talk about violence But the same ones in silence Following ****** because you need someone riding with you when you get jump Same ****** you ridin with are the same ones that jump I swear you ****** so lame and act like yal aint got a brain But just know i'm the realest in the game , i'm my own motherfckin team I may be a girl but i spit real **** Because you ****** know yall lines don't be **** -dpk

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May 22, 2016

May 22, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC

islandlove

Fame

I see ****** around me that just want the fame, Want the attention doing **** but who am i to blame ****** fall in love with the pictures flashing possession they think makes them richer You hear ****** rapping about the hood knowing when they lived there they tried their hardest to get out Doing **** not thinking without a doubt Now all they doing is spitting irresponsible **** out their mouth. ****** in the streets ready to shoot you just so they can write about you Flashing weapons yelling bang bang when they were the same ones running away from the pistols from the **** they do I'm putting all these fufu ****** on the spot acting brand new with their baby mamas crying because the rent due You ****** so contradictory getting these females pregnant and leaving knowing its your responsibility making you look like a humility But yal don't care Money is the motivation but you ****** talk about violence But the same ones in silence Following ****** because you need someone riding with you when you get jump Same ****** you ridin with are the same ones that jump I swear you ****** so lame and act like yal aint got a brain But just know i'm the realest in the game , i'm my own motherfckin team I may be a girl but i spit real **** Because you ****** know yall lines don't be **** -dpk

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and sometimes magic, a scene from the book of genesis, chapter verse whatever, buying whiskey and beer in a supermarket, the cashier, Tara, knows me, she's my gym coach, she tut tut struts and tuts when i buy beer telling me to keep the beer off - i told you alcoholics are mobile, we go sightseeing most of the time, on a double decker bus we bemuse and lipread: and here's the Elizabeth tower (formerly known as Benjamin "big **** Disraeli - the English by the French after the 100 year war: if they're not retards, they're perverts) - **** that shit's brushed off on me! am i a ********** if i hold dear a British passport? phew! no? yes? huh?! i must be a Mr. Khan in waiting... no, but seriously, a scene in the cave of an iceman, 5 lasses buying wine lonely, me my beer my whiskey, i get a lemon added / **** i told you it was a lime not a lemon on the conveyor belt - i get a lime, lucky Adam got an apple and one asking, i'm doing double-up fevers waiting for Saturday night with Paris, Hilda, Venus and Hera.. Adam gets an apple from smooch slick Eva naked and i get a ******* lime on a conveyor-belt in a supermarket while buying whiskey... Jonah! call the whale! i'm sure we'll both be calling it Noah's ark when tomorrow comes; **** you not, we'll be boarding dry-land at Arsuk - **** send a message to Columbus - we discovered North America via Greenland like you discovered the same via the Caribbean Islands, ha ha! call it dynamo of Erik versus Kristopheren; i just got a lime on a conveyor belt in a supermarket, Adam was handed an apple in Eden - i guess that's worth a 50 50 chance of coincidence with my sex-starved libido and the English "roses": not that i'm guarantying anything good either, it's not like i'm a vacuum cleaner based guarantee - but **** me, the ****** **** wrinkles and all, bamboozle clad the salutary march for applause - and the fainting bearskin trumpet-brigadier at the ro- -yal parade onto Buckingham Ponce; n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah.

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Jun 24, 2016

Jun 24, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

lemon

and sometimes magic, a scene from the book of genesis, chapter verse whatever, buying whiskey and beer in a supermarket, the cashier, Tara, knows me, she's my gym coach, she tut tut struts and tuts when i buy beer telling me to keep the beer off - i told you alcoholics are mobile, we go sightseeing most of the time, on a double decker bus we bemuse and lipread: and here's the Elizabeth tower (formerly known as Benjamin "big **** Disraeli - the English by the French after the 100 year war: if they're not retards, they're perverts) - **** that shit's brushed off on me! am i a ********** if i hold dear a British passport? phew! no? yes? huh?! i must be a Mr. Khan in waiting... no, but seriously, a scene in the cave of an iceman, 5 lasses buying wine lonely, me my beer my whiskey, i get a lemon added / **** i told you it was a lime not a lemon on the conveyor belt - i get a lime, lucky Adam got an apple and one asking, i'm doing double-up fevers waiting for Saturday night with Paris, Hilda, Venus and Hera.. Adam gets an apple from smooch slick Eva naked and i get a ******* lime on a conveyor-belt in a supermarket while buying whiskey... Jonah! call the whale! i'm sure we'll both be calling it Noah's ark when tomorrow comes; **** you not, we'll be boarding dry-land at Arsuk - **** send a message to Columbus - we discovered North America via Greenland like you discovered the same via the Caribbean Islands, ha ha! call it dynamo of Erik versus Kristopheren; i just got a lime on a conveyor belt in a supermarket, Adam was handed an apple in Eden - i guess that's worth a 50 50 chance of coincidence with my sex-starved libido and the English "roses": not that i'm guarantying anything good either, it's not like i'm a vacuum cleaner based guarantee - but **** me, the ****** **** wrinkles and all, bamboozle clad the salutary march for applause - and the fainting bearskin trumpet-brigadier at the ro- -yal parade onto Buckingham Ponce; n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah.

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slow roll from static too much motion, swirling rays of photon, impasse Golden grills pledging allegiance to no frill in the thrill of contagion the air's residue reminds You hustle or you die

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Dec 22, 2015

Dec 22, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC

keifus

You want that Yal Mm

slow roll from static too much motion, swirling rays of photon, impasse Golden grills pledging allegiance to no frill in the thrill of contagion the air's residue reminds You hustle or you die

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Wartime. That's hapt, eh, nigh on ever'day. I was awand'rin' why, when a noble knight arose afore me, 'pon a horse. Says the noble fella, I was sent to answer you, and swear the truth you find has never been a lie. Treasure it. Treat it sure and saved and safe. For, gotten gains are lost or never were, the trenches remain, graves with the ends kicked out. From those, we rose and claimed war is the lie, the first one. The lie that says to itself, I am true, not you, by nullifying you, I am proven. "But you are crazy, right?" No, not right. Lie yourself from reality. Did that work? Dear reader, you alone know. unsuspended unbelief becomes belief, in a wink, a gleam, an apple in God's eye. If you can imagine that, otherwise, mortality is temporary, waiting is. It's what trees do, peacefully, from my POV. ---------- how might the message survive interesting question in these interesting times So'yal 2018 Clocks unlock the clues pay attention time time times and halves have past The whole world divided in the time of Peleg into languages and nations we forget ourselves and must remind we have the mind of Christ what hubris or what faith or what evidence, what good can I do or could I if were minded? so, If I agree with Jesus about the location of God's, by Jesus's definition, God's kingdom is within whom he spoke to or to whom his words were given or taken, for granted hubris, nay, arrogance? meekness. assumption presumption sumpin hapnin heyah sameosameosameo ---- The Younger Dryas took some time. it was cold. but the ice caps are finally melting, that's a good thing. warm days cool nights, seed time and harvest Kinda like Joni Mitchell's Circle Game but bubbles being formed and expanding did we bump? were you really ever part of me? Did we see those stones melt, or was that on TV?

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Born in Wartime

Wartime. That's hapt, eh, nigh on ever'day. I was awand'rin' why, when a noble knight arose afore me, 'pon a horse. Says the noble fella, I was sent to answer you, and swear the truth you find has never been a lie. Treasure it. Treat it sure and saved and safe. For, gotten gains are lost or never were, the trenches remain, graves with the ends kicked out. From those, we rose and claimed war is the lie, the first one. The lie that says to itself, I am true, not you, by nullifying you, I am proven. "But you are crazy, right?" No, not right. Lie yourself from reality. Did that work? Dear reader, you alone know. unsuspended unbelief becomes belief, in a wink, a gleam, an apple in God's eye. If you can imagine that, otherwise, mortality is temporary, waiting is. It's what trees do, peacefully, from my POV. ---------- how might the message survive interesting question in these interesting times So'yal 2018 Clocks unlock the clues pay attention time time times and halves have past The whole world divided in the time of Peleg into languages and nations we forget ourselves and must remind we have the mind of Christ what hubris or what faith or what evidence, what good can I do or could I if were minded? so, If I agree with Jesus about the location of God's, by Jesus's definition, God's kingdom is within whom he spoke to or to whom his words were given or taken, for granted hubris, nay, arrogance? meekness. assumption presumption sumpin hapnin heyah sameosameosameo ---- The Younger Dryas took some time. it was cold. but the ice caps are finally melting, that's a good thing. warm days cool nights, seed time and harvest Kinda like Joni Mitchell's Circle Game but bubbles being formed and expanding did we bump? were you really ever part of me? Did we see those stones melt, or was that on TV?

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