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"zin" poems
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙ A little bit of summer a little bit of breeze in the days of warmer love has so much- to bring, come let us sing A little bit of freesia a little bit of lilac never can resist a scent -of Ms. Narine Ogles, a morning scene A little bit of sunshine a little bit of eventide caress upon the shores -of such imagery, passions of immortality A little bit of cosmos a little bit of crocus in a glebe-like galaxy stars white as daphne from a garden of syzygy A little bit of cerulean a little bit of vermilion shimmers the lucid lake with trout's and doves Golly! autumn is awake A little bit of plowing a little bit of sow the hard workers of -those pumpkins reaps a stewful of zin A little bit of snow a little bit of flail fly away as butterflies hibernate as snails Forging! a winters gale A little bit of details a little bit of trail from dew drops of- a frozen rose, icicles on a drowsy bear’s nose A little bit of sleeping a little bit of wait till the sun comes up   gray clouds strew away spring is here to stay A little bit of sprout a little bit of grow And can it be, on thee an Epiphany shows the Lords glorious prose
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
And Season Sings...
(This poem was discovered etched/burnt into the interior woodwork of a viking ship of around 800AD, discovered in the north of England in the '60s. Quite possibly from the northernmost islands around the area now referred to as Archangel, and originally written in what became known as Runic/Russo Scandinavian, it nevertheless resonates clear Saxon/German tonality. Given that it is one of the first examples of early Runic, and indeed that the actual letter-shapes are unclear, the poem has been reproduced below, using broad phonetic license. As far as can be determined, the content appears to be a somewhat ribald message from the ships leader to his wife. It was not uncommon for women/wives to accompany their men folk on long voyages. Given cramped conditions aboard, the conditions were likely to be insanitary and it is this condition that informs the subject). WJL Das andrs zu-almen su-cara Archezum des hafta confagra Der ecra zu alpe En pecra nachte schalpe Viel ondra der zulpa te bag-ra Und zortem pur ordour cloabera Eh-min-te ah solbra schactarar Sul-phereth zum tinctum Abroath ah den penk-tum Bai anthe con anthe ebactah-ra Zorbuhr genkst canke zer vilk-um Solginster zep ecra der nep-ehlcome Calmen-de ser paarte Eh zin bah die faarte Confide ah can-de zum schtinc-tulm
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:23 AM UTC
Arcum Nars te Incrum Sulfurum (The Eating of Eggs on Long Voyages)
Hey man, what's good? Good; Is good. It is good. I am good. Gin is good. Air is good. Art is good. Tea is good. *** is good. Tao is good. Zin is good. Yin is good. Life is good. Zen is good. Beer is good. LSD is good. We are good. *** is good. Love is good. Cake is good. Time is good. Yang is good. Wine is good. Black is good. Sleep is good. You are good. To be is good. Syrah is good. Logic is good. Metal is good. Piano is good. Feet are good. Water is good. White is good. Steam is good. ***** is good. Legs are good. Music is good. Coffee is good. Guitar is good. Honor is good. Poetry is good. Colour is good. Cheese is good. Arms are good. Cellos are good. Portal 2 is good. Respect is good. T'ai Chi is good. Writing is good. Context is good. Literacy is good. Hands are good. The Sun is good. The Past is good. Wisdom is good. Humour is good. Fingers are good. Whiskey is good. Friends are good. Teaching is good. Learning is good. Thinking is good. Empathy is good. Dreams are good. Cannabis is good. The Earth is good. Digestion is good. My pets are good. Harmony is good. Discretion is good. Shrooms are good. The Moon is good. The Stars are good. The Future is good. Meditation is good. Experience is good. Philosophy is good. Spirituality is good. Dissonance is good. Knowledge is good. Perspective is good. Respiration is good. My Guitars are good. Being myself is good. My lovers were good. Civilization V is good. My Computer is good. Self-discipline is good. Video Games are good. Having a Body is good. Having a Mind is good. Team Fortress 2 is good. Having a House is good. Having a Mother is good. Being a Philosopher is good. Being an Autodidact is good. Kerbal Space Program is good. Being here and now as me is good. Being alive as a Human Being is good: Having this opportunity to experience this holy reality is more than I was ever guaranteed. Thus I give thanks to all of these things and Thus I give thanks for all of these things. Thus I give thanks.
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Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
A short list of things for which I give thanks.
Hey man, what's good? Good; Is good. It is good. I am good. Gin is good. Air is good. Art is good. Tea is good. *** is good. Tao is good. Zin is good. Yin is good. Life is good. Zen is good. Beer is good. LSD is good. We are good. *** is good. Love is good. Cake is good. Time is good. Yang is good. Wine is good. Black is good. Sleep is good. You are good. To be is good. Syrah is good. Logic is good. Metal is good. Piano is good. Feet are good. Water is good. White is good. Steam is good. ***** is good. Legs are good. Music is good. Coffee is good. Guitar is good. Honor is good. Poetry is good. Colour is good. Cheese is good. Arms are good. Cellos are good. Portal 2 is good. Respect is good. T'ai Chi is good. Writing is good. Context is good. Literacy is good. Hands are good. The Sun is good. The Past is good. Wisdom is good. Humour is good. Fingers are good. Whiskey is good. Friends are good. Teaching is good. Learning is good. Thinking is good. Empathy is good. Dreams are good. Cannabis is good. The Earth is good. Digestion is good. My pets are good. Harmony is good. Discretion is good. Shrooms are good. The Moon is good. The Stars are good. The Future is good. Meditation is good. Experience is good. Philosophy is good. Spirituality is good. Dissonance is good. Knowledge is good. Perspective is good. Respiration is good. My Guitars are good. Being myself is good. My lovers were good. Civilization V is good. My Computer is good. Self-discipline is good. Video Games are good. Having a Body is good. Having a Mind is good. Team Fortress 2 is good. Having a House is good. Having a Mother is good. Being a Philosopher is good. Being an Autodidact is good. Kerbal Space Program is good. Being here and now as me is good. Being alive as a Human Being is good: Having this opportunity to experience this holy reality is more than I was ever guaranteed. Thus I give thanks to all of these things and Thus I give thanks for all of these things. Thus I give thanks.
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This poem is translate from http://hellopoetry.com/poem/warrior-of-tamriel-warrior-of-realitys-breath/ Zu'u faas nid nuz koraav pah, Dii dovah meyz fod Zu'u for. Zu'u imaar verin voknau dii hadrim, Ol nust swirl tuum tiid. Zu'u kriist firm ahrk faar, Waving dii zahkrii ko ven. Dii lein los nunon kein, Ol Zu'u krif wah juh. Nid uth vis gesaag zey fos wah dreh, Zu'u los Kinbokein do Keizaal. Dii bodein los do krilaan praan, ol dii noot everyday, los raal wah gor. Hi krif fah fos hi korah, Hi dir voth dignity. Zin yoz ko hin sostrah, Ol hi unt wah krif stin. Stinun prenlon fod Kendov kriist veyl, Rok uv rek fent kos, saviik wah lein. Tuum Lein do Taazokaan, Zu'u los Lokolteiren Rahzun, Ahrk Punah. Naangein vis kos kendov voknau strife, Orin tuum daar kein, Hi vis kos ges. Aav reid, Unad hin zen. Hi fent kos krongrahkei, Ahrk fen deserve Kendov Dinok. Jur thy dragonkin nu. Nust fen saraan hin arosend. Voknau hin dovah, Fent meyz thy untak. Kest riin tuum lok do Taazokaan, Ol Dovahkiin meyz, Wah Lein do Keizaal. Fus Ro Dah !
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Remake
Moses, Miriam, Aaron and the children of Israel wandered into the wilderness of Zin. The Israelites complained because there was no water, their patience was wearing thin. God told Moses to take the rod, call the people and speak to the rock. God said there would be enough water for the people and their livestock. But instead of speaking to the rock like God commanded, Moses raised his hand and struck it with the rod. Water flowed from the rock but Moses was punished because he became angry and didn't follow the command of God. Because Moses didn't do as God commanded, God wouldn't let him lead the Israelites into the promised land. Moses quickly learned that the best thing to do is to always do as Jehovah God commands.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Moses's Punishment
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."
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
Jij bent een kat en ik niet
*zo lang vechten iets om te hechten geef mijn mijn rechten terug leef leven recht om te leven zonder streven vrouw zonder einde een punt in de zin met tegenzin de waanzin*
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
Stop het waarom
Voor de Nederlandse dichters en kunstenaars onder ons: stuur me je instagram account, ik heb zin om nieuwe dingen te lezen 😊. Neem als je wilt ook een kijkje op mijn nieuwe account: @uniting.writing! Ik zie je daar!
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC
@uniting.writing IG
*kankerlijer klootzak met een halve maan op je gezicht het is goed bedoelt als dat het minder erg moet maken maar nee het enige wat ik nodig had was een grijntje begrip een beetje respect misschien nu is het al gebeurt gezegd en gedaan zal ik jouw gezicht liever niet meer zien of krijg ik zin om te slaan sorry oke maar zonder traan oprechtheid ver te zoeken dan is het voorbij niet meer dichtbij het is gedaan klootzak en nog bedankt voor de argwaan*
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Persoonlijk opgevat
When no one wants to see us together , I know for a fact that I belong with him. Chainsaw cut open our love. I reckon not. Heart of steel , and faith of a rock. We find our zin , bullet proof of all knots
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
bittersweet
Listen to my gospel, listen to me preach You will be so edified, the truth I always teach - Send me money send me cash, send lots and lots of dough My Ministry will bless you, my Ministry will grow - The more you send the more you're blessed, send everything you got I'll be like Lenny Zin, I'll buy a jet and yacht - If you don’t believe like me, you’re going straight to Hell I’m the only one that knows the truth, and I know it oh so well - I can get you saved, today Salvation is on sale Send $29.95, send it in the mail - For an extra $20.00, a magic donkey **** you’ll get Show it to Saint Peter, all your sins he will forget - If you send $100, my blessing you’ll receive It will make you rich, before tomorrow’s eve - Send to: Greggy's ******* Ministries, on Coosa County Road Send only CASH, to 35010 Zip Code
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
Televangelist
Come on over and love me up. I so admire your big gold eyes and long black whiskers. He loves the kisses Rolling and soft murmurs as we watch TV How relaxing this is. Every day when I go away, my attentions he misses But count on it:  He won't be still Perching out on the window sill calling out with all his will singing his heart out to neighborhood misses And when at last I'm home again he lets me know It's been too long wherever I've been Slipping off my shoes, I softly whisper, "My, such big gold eyes and long black whiskers." He's not pleased when men come calling He gasps on smoke and the stench of beer They're much too loud, and three's a crowd But he flaunts his charms when ladies are here With a kingly stride he proclaims his entrance Endeared are they, he knows in a glance "Oh, see those luminescent golden eyes and long black whiskers." It's hypnotic, peering into eyes never blinking Those wondrous, golden, moon-like eyes mysteriously veil all he's thinking There come times when I'm low and sinking, glow of life dimming, shrinking No, not again, down I'm slipping familiar dark whirlpool firmly gripping                                                                    down                                                                            down                                                                                   down                                                                                           down                                                                                                        ever down Ebbing low, it's of white zin' I'm thinking Fond echoes of goblet and carafe crisply clinking But my friend and savior lifts my mood and my down spiral he does preclude After all, it's much better I partake of food. I reflect that an undesired gift, a "rescue" of best intentions made whose denial would have caused a rift in a friendship nurtured over a decade This rescue gift, truly more than a gift A travesty to call it ownership A blessing, tho' one so grand, it is only I who understand. It's a splendid treasure of joy and companionship Life has its troubles, but it could be worse I don't exist with the loneliness curse.                                                            T.F.Kaye
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Unlonely
Come on over and love me up. I so admire your big gold eyes and long black whiskers. He loves the kisses Rolling and soft murmurs as we watch TV How relaxing this is. Every day when I go away, my attentions he misses But count on it:  He won't be still Perching out on the window sill calling out with all his will singing his heart out to neighborhood misses And when at last I'm home again he lets me know It's been too long wherever I've been Slipping off my shoes, I softly whisper, "My, such big gold eyes and long black whiskers." He's not pleased when men come calling He gasps on smoke and the stench of beer They're much too loud, and three's a crowd But he flaunts his charms when ladies are here With a kingly stride he proclaims his entrance Endeared are they, he knows in a glance "Oh, see those luminescent golden eyes and long black whiskers." It's hypnotic, peering into eyes never blinking Those wondrous, golden, moon-like eyes mysteriously veil all he's thinking There come times when I'm low and sinking, glow of life dimming, shrinking No, not again, down I'm slipping familiar dark whirlpool firmly gripping                                                                    down                                                                            down                                                                                   down                                                                                           down                                                                                                        ever down Ebbing low, it's of white zin' I'm thinking Fond echoes of goblet and carafe crisply clinking But my friend and savior lifts my mood and my down spiral he does preclude After all, it's much better I partake of food. I reflect that an undesired gift, a "rescue" of best intentions made whose denial would have caused a rift in a friendship nurtured over a decade This rescue gift, truly more than a gift A travesty to call it ownership A blessing, tho' one so grand, it is only I who understand. It's a splendid treasure of joy and companionship Life has its troubles, but it could be worse I don't exist with the loneliness curse.                                                            T.F.Kaye
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Ik heb een duidelijke taak gekregen, gisteren de glazen zitten legen, verlegen toch in bed gelegen vanwege de wegen die doorwegen op mij en mijn zin zit tegen. Begin dan toch gewoon, laat al de rest maar vallen, begin nu eindelijk, alles is toch tijdelijk. Ik heb me erachter gezet, goed opgelet, ik weet het, 't is een leugen, een klucht. Ik ben dan toch begonnen al was het met een diepe zucht.
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Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
Begin
Ik geloof dat gaandeweg de wereld kan gered, woorden zonder zingen, los van lopen, min de moorden die men eerder heeft erkend als toen en dan het enige dat oplosbaar kan. Er is niet niets, er is wel wij, Eris zoveel van ons. raad maar zottie, 't is ons lottie om te kletsen op zondagnamiddag met een koffie en een koek, tis in eenvoud dat het hoort behalve als wat anders jou bekoort. Kies maar denk ook aan de anderen. Of *** je alles in een posi+ieve zin kan veranderen.
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Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
Geloof
Overbodig vol, een kar te groot In de schaduw van piepende wieltjes Een kwart voor in de sloot, Een kwart voor halve zieltjes. Ik bestel best elk omarmend voorwerp dat ik, eens bij zinnen, zal verwerpen eerder dan beminnen. Elke keer en elke keer. De cirkel ontmoet de grenzen, Dat ziet ook een bijziende zonder lenzen. Wij wijden uit. Mijn mening over zinloosheid, even fris als de zin van fruit.
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Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 5:51 AM UTC
Kopingstijl