"yuki" poems - Hello Poetry

The slant-eyed giant hunter people of Tsul Kalu came in peace To become the central universe Cherokee white elders hereditary priests teaching peace Winged rattlesnake constellation of time untime Singing the death song Sacred spirits animal, plant, herb and tree The wheel what is, will be (*The ancient Chinese were the greatest astronomers. Later in the 1400's their massive treasure fleets mapped the World The Yuki, Navajo, Apache, Yuchis, Ming ** Melungeons, Shawnee (Oceanye ** Sioux, Cree Ojibuwa and Moskoke have Chinese ancestors some claimed to be Chinese European explorers told of elders speaking Chinese ancient Chinese artefacts and wrecked junks seen History as taught might be but a fairytale*)

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Aug 12, 2010

Aug 12, 2010 at 5:07 AM UTC

dj-thomas

Visited by Tsunil Kalu

The slant-eyed giant hunter people of Tsul Kalu came in peace To become the central universe Cherokee white elders hereditary priests teaching peace Winged rattlesnake constellation of time untime Singing the death song Sacred spirits animal, plant, herb and tree The wheel what is, will be (*The ancient Chinese were the greatest astronomers. Later in the 1400's their massive treasure fleets mapped the World The Yuki, Navajo, Apache, Yuchis, Ming ** Melungeons, Shawnee (Oceanye ** Sioux, Cree Ojibuwa and Moskoke have Chinese ancestors some claimed to be Chinese European explorers told of elders speaking Chinese ancient Chinese artefacts and wrecked junks seen History as taught might be but a fairytale*)

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Alabaster Archipelagos Benevolent Beauty Beaming Constructive Contradictive Creative Contemplations Dante's Darling Dances Deliberating Denominatives Effervescent Escapisms Endearingly Emerge Elusive Edens Fantastic Flamboyant ******** Flamed Fabulous Fiery Flickerings Gorgeous Garden Gim'memores Gaudied Garnishing Gasps Heavenly Hues Humming Heart's Harmonies Immortaly Impregnated Inspired Ideals Jessamin Jargon Jacuzzi Jams Know-how Knacking Knurls Light-spirited Lovers Merge Magnificent Naked Nocturno Nights Omnipresent Ousia Over Odeons Palpitations Perfect Peaks Pi Paws Quintessential Quality Quarrels Question Quarks Quietness Rododendron's Richameters Rescued Raw Reeling Ruby Realms Sentient Syllabic Sapfo's Splendidly Spirited Semantics Turning Turner's Timeless Timeless Twinklings Unified Undulatory Unsolved Unicorns Velvety Venice Voyages Wanton Wantings Xsylophone Xsantiphas Yearnin' Yuki's Yen Zed's Zealous Zen-it-hall Zeppelins

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Aug 16, 2015

Aug 16, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

A to Be is Why to Zed ~ An Alabaster's Alphabet

Alabaster Archipelagos Benevolent Beauty Beaming Constructive Contradictive Creative Contemplations Dante's Darling Dances Deliberating Denominatives Effervescent Escapisms Endearingly Emerge Elusive Edens Fantastic Flamboyant ******** Flamed Fabulous Fiery Flickerings Gorgeous Garden Gim'memores Gaudied Garnishing Gasps Heavenly Hues Humming Heart's Harmonies Immortaly Impregnated Inspired Ideals Jessamin Jargon Jacuzzi Jams Know-how Knacking Knurls Light-spirited Lovers Merge Magnificent Naked Nocturno Nights Omnipresent Ousia Over Odeons Palpitations Perfect Peaks Pi Paws Quintessential Quality Quarrels Question Quarks Quietness Rododendron's Richameters Rescued Raw Reeling Ruby Realms Sentient Syllabic Sapfo's Splendidly Spirited Semantics Turning Turner's Timeless Timeless Twinklings Unified Undulatory Unsolved Unicorns Velvety Venice Voyages Wanton Wantings Xsylophone Xsantiphas Yearnin' Yuki's Yen Zed's Zealous Zen-it-hall Zeppelins

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YADA TASHY ( "Originator Stone" ) Outside the first snow falls. Her wounds are photographed. Spoken of. Described in detail. Technical. The overhead microphone takes it all in. Being dead she is more naked than she ever was. Stripped of her humanity. She had ceased to be who she used to be. She is now merely a cadaver. The autopsy can not tell her name. She is Kuzuku. Her mother called her KuKu. She had been born with a caul. KuKu was pregnant. She was going to call the child if it was a girl . . .Yuki. She couldn't conceive what she would call it if a boy? It was always going to be a girl. She liked candyfloss and her hair up. Now her hair is down. It touches her shoulders. As if her hair were still alive. The autopsy wound by wound tells of the hell of her dying. The voice is deadpan. Mechanical. The coroner breaks for coffee. Bitter. Black. "Ya da!" as the Turks say. "...with nothing..." *** Kuzuku was named after the flowering plant/rampant **** Her mother always drank a tea made from it. Only her mother called her her pet name; "Kuku!" Her blacker than black hair always seemed like a living entity in itself as it danced upon her shoulders or splashed over her clavicles. She always wore off the shoulder dresses or tops even in winter cold. I once told her she had the cutest clavicles( "rekishi no naka de kawaī sakotsu" )in history which....always made her laugh. I told her she had well tempered clavicles and she laughed even more when the pun was explained to her. She had been born with a caul...a red caul. She it was who told me the Turkish tale or the Yada Daşı and of the Yadachy. She had just met the man who would eventually stab her to death and she was greatly in love with him and his culture. All these little scraps of humanity could not be disclosed by the autopsy which could never tell of how beautiful she was and what a joy she was to be around. Her death was a horror tale told by a friend of a friend of a friend and hard to comprehend or believe.

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Aug 27, 2016

Aug 27, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC

donall-dempsey

YADA TASHY ( "Originator Stone" )

YADA TASHY ( "Originator Stone" ) Outside the first snow falls. Her wounds are photographed. Spoken of. Described in detail. Technical. The overhead microphone takes it all in. Being dead she is more naked than she ever was. Stripped of her humanity. She had ceased to be who she used to be. She is now merely a cadaver. The autopsy can not tell her name. She is Kuzuku. Her mother called her KuKu. She had been born with a caul. KuKu was pregnant. She was going to call the child if it was a girl . . .Yuki. She couldn't conceive what she would call it if a boy? It was always going to be a girl. She liked candyfloss and her hair up. Now her hair is down. It touches her shoulders. As if her hair were still alive. The autopsy wound by wound tells of the hell of her dying. The voice is deadpan. Mechanical. The coroner breaks for coffee. Bitter. Black. "Ya da!" as the Turks say. "...with nothing..." *** Kuzuku was named after the flowering plant/rampant **** Her mother always drank a tea made from it. Only her mother called her her pet name; "Kuku!" Her blacker than black hair always seemed like a living entity in itself as it danced upon her shoulders or splashed over her clavicles. She always wore off the shoulder dresses or tops even in winter cold. I once told her she had the cutest clavicles( "rekishi no naka de kawaī sakotsu" )in history which....always made her laugh. I told her she had well tempered clavicles and she laughed even more when the pun was explained to her. She had been born with a caul...a red caul. She it was who told me the Turkish tale or the Yada Daşı and of the Yadachy. She had just met the man who would eventually stab her to death and she was greatly in love with him and his culture. All these little scraps of humanity could not be disclosed by the autopsy which could never tell of how beautiful she was and what a joy she was to be around. Her death was a horror tale told by a friend of a friend of a friend and hard to comprehend or believe.

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snow. yuki. xue. nevicare. i long for it. days filled with ludiosis, with my heart split. gentle flakes on the window, as i lie in innity. warm side of the pillow, and i'm just being lazy. but that- that's not reality.

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Dec 30, 2024

Dec 30, 2024 at 6:54 AM UTC

ducking

ᛝ♡ᛝ

snow. yuki. xue. nevicare. i long for it. days filled with ludiosis, with my heart split. gentle flakes on the window, as i lie in innity. warm side of the pillow, and i'm just being lazy. but that- that's not reality.

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I now present myself to you, 'Cause I know that I'm runnin' through, These words and lines so much reused, They've left my readers all confused, And though some likely have diffused, I hope the rest are still amused, And if that ends right at the cue, I hope I'm remembered like a favorite tattoo. I present myself to you, As the me you never knew, Not the one of past times, blue, But smarter, wiser, and renewed, Now that I've learned to take a clue, And I can see the moon, I will admit you're still imbued, Inside a heart that closed too soon. I do present myself to you, As one grown past that love taboo, I've given up that old pursuit, And thrown away what you first threw, I've found myself and seek to spew, What will become my great debut, And though I'm independent, times two, I hope you'll be proud when you see I grew. And so I present myself to you, Miss Yuki-yuki-yu, Because I did make it through, Even when away was where you flew, And though what hasn't changed is few, And I'm stuck again like glue, The one thing that remains true, Is that I still do love you.

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC

victor-manuel-serna

I Present Myself to You

I now present myself to you, 'Cause I know that I'm runnin' through, These words and lines so much reused, They've left my readers all confused, And though some likely have diffused, I hope the rest are still amused, And if that ends right at the cue, I hope I'm remembered like a favorite tattoo. I present myself to you, As the me you never knew, Not the one of past times, blue, But smarter, wiser, and renewed, Now that I've learned to take a clue, And I can see the moon, I will admit you're still imbued, Inside a heart that closed too soon. I do present myself to you, As one grown past that love taboo, I've given up that old pursuit, And thrown away what you first threw, I've found myself and seek to spew, What will become my great debut, And though I'm independent, times two, I hope you'll be proud when you see I grew. And so I present myself to you, Miss Yuki-yuki-yu, Because I did make it through, Even when away was where you flew, And though what hasn't changed is few, And I'm stuck again like glue, The one thing that remains true, Is that I still do love you.

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I HAVV SUCH AMBITIONS for LITTLE YUKI THT I DAYY SHE WILL BECOME THE BEST MATHEMATICIAN in THE WORLD THAT SHE WILL B BRAVE RIGHTEOUS HAPPY soGOD SPEED and GOD BLESS

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Dec 1, 2016

Dec 1, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC

bo-fonia

yukie

I HAVV SUCH AMBITIONS for LITTLE YUKI THT I DAYY SHE WILL BECOME THE BEST MATHEMATICIAN in THE WORLD THAT SHE WILL B BRAVE RIGHTEOUS HAPPY soGOD SPEED and GOD BLESS

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Untainted blossoms grew to flesh as they should. Dust hugged knolls knew more. Sun-worn cloth draped to her sternum. To ward off the passing of warmth- Warmth brought a heavy air An air to be sent back to the ocean, The air knew what it carried It carried it all, but never had to let go. The rain falls all the same On every field of old feather and seed The rain fell all the same On every concrete upheaval, those with corners They always have corners. The rain cares not for the sound it makes Only the fall. To be alone. The return to dry earth, forgotten. Rich blood in a warm heart. Leaves pile and rot. Hands exhume themselves. Sunset stained cloth, not covering her eyes. Her eyes. The colour was sharp. There was no rain. Air held itself in sharp layers, She knew the smell. Her eyes drew colour from that air and what it could do. She held the rain before it could return. Snowflakes formed on her lips; Words that fell, how they loved to fall. Carried by her sighs, the snow never touched the ground. There she stayed her toes not quite touching bare earth. Her words carried her. Yuki was not the rain, Although she knew it all too well, she was intricate potential. Her form was chosen. A manifest of all the beauty the world had.

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May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC

dylan-halvorsen

Yuki is not the rain

Untainted blossoms grew to flesh as they should. Dust hugged knolls knew more. Sun-worn cloth draped to her sternum. To ward off the passing of warmth- Warmth brought a heavy air An air to be sent back to the ocean, The air knew what it carried It carried it all, but never had to let go. The rain falls all the same On every field of old feather and seed The rain fell all the same On every concrete upheaval, those with corners They always have corners. The rain cares not for the sound it makes Only the fall. To be alone. The return to dry earth, forgotten. Rich blood in a warm heart. Leaves pile and rot. Hands exhume themselves. Sunset stained cloth, not covering her eyes. Her eyes. The colour was sharp. There was no rain. Air held itself in sharp layers, She knew the smell. Her eyes drew colour from that air and what it could do. She held the rain before it could return. Snowflakes formed on her lips; Words that fell, how they loved to fall. Carried by her sighs, the snow never touched the ground. There she stayed her toes not quite touching bare earth. Her words carried her. Yuki was not the rain, Although she knew it all too well, she was intricate potential. Her form was chosen. A manifest of all the beauty the world had.

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Let the snow petals fall around me enrobing me in their greatness, the sweet succulent scent of cherry blossoms emerge . My heart quickens to the excitement of the birthing spring near.

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC

lynnia-hans

hana no yuki

Let the snow petals fall around me enrobing me in their greatness, the sweet succulent scent of cherry blossoms emerge . My heart quickens to the excitement of the birthing spring near.

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