Best Bis Poems
Endless Horizon / Endloser Horizont / Horizonte infinito
Endless horizon
Where waves outpour
Up to the sky
Endloser Horizont
Wo Wellen sich ergießen
Bis zum Himmel
Horizonte infinito
Donde derraman las olas
Hacia el cielo
Oh unruhige Welt,
höre seinen Gesang,
vom rauschenden Ozean
bis zur weiten Kette der Anden
Erhabenes Macchu Picchu,
hier wandelt sein Geist
zwischen den Nebelbänken
des Urabamba und den
eisigen Höhen der Berge
Du hattest viele Leben,
den für ein einziges
war keine Zeit.
Deine Worte klingen in mir
mit der Melancholie
verlöschender Sterne
Der Pöbel, der dich verletzte,
ließ dir keine Zeit mehr
zum Dichten,
deine Lieder aber in uns
werden niemals erlöschen
Oh troubled world,
hear his voice,
from the soothing sounds
of ocean's surf
to the wide rangeof the Andes
Sublime Macchu Picchu
here his spirit strolls
between the foggy banks
of the Urabamba and
icy heights of the mountains
You had many lives,
as for only one
there was no time.
Your words sound in me
with the melancholy
of dying stars
The mob who hurt you,
did not give you the time
for new verses,
but your songs in us
will never cease
¡Oh mundo intraquilo,
oír su voz!
De los sonidos suaves
de las olas del océano
hasta la altura de vasto Andes
Sublime Macchu Picchu
aquí su espíritu deambula
entre los bancos de niebla
de la Urabamba y
heladas alturas de las montañas
Ha tenido muchas vidas,
como para una solo
no había tiempo.
Sus palabras suenan en mí
con la melancolía
de estrellas moribundas
La plebe que te hizo daño,
no te dará el tiempo
para nuevos versos,
pero tus canciones en nosotros
nunca jamás expirarán
Me’ Fury
Me’ fury, ensue, inasmuch of the bullies; my halo es leaning, me’ grimace is beaming, my hand on the hilt, mahound be at awe, es me’ duty
Sheathe the’ inedible reach, lid thy albinism duress, your forehead me’ claymore to rest, snipe fell manual take topheth, down to the cove shall descend
Coffer, tricely Mankind, pending another one come, donion debar de devil, Lord with the wade, or bis mein Woden o hoard
A dignitary, a friend, a father, a king
The only king that was born in a manger
And ended up as a manager
And now sits in the heavens
Making the earth his footstool
As the overall manager
That after now, anyone who still sees him as a stranger
Is already in danger
As a manager, he doesn’t have a P.A
Yet can never make mistakes
He is the only manager who does not need a coach
Before he can feature his mercy in your life’s tournament
In the league of champions or champions league
He is always at the top of the table
He is the only manager whose love for his fans is more concentrated than acid
Do you want to feel high?
Take him like your drink
Smoke him like your grass
Because he is the most high
In fact, that makes me call him my royal highness
I call him the faithful pastor
The first and last prophet
The origin and insertion of creation
The magistrate of our efficiency
Our burden bearer
Some call him the beginning and the end
But I call him
God at the beginning,
God at the end
And God in between
Cause he is the one who began the beginning
Yet did not begin in the beginning
Because the beginning couldn’t have begun
If the beginner just began in the beginning
With him, you can be sure that life is good
Because he is more reliable than LG
With him, you don’t need either Glo or MTN networks
To rule your world everywhere you go
You don’t need a face book page to like him
You don’t need a twitter account to follow him
You don’t need a Google map to search for him
You don’t need a blackberry pin to ping him
All you need to do is to subscribe to heavenly free BIS now
And enjoy free life’s unlimited data
His name is JESUS
Jesus is the key
And if Jesus is the key,
Then any life without him is titled “off key”.
“Sanitized for Your Own Protection”
non bis in idem
“untrue”, she considered
the letter was passed
between steel lines
vertical
and read
“you’re not born again
until you are dead”
signed
“Sanitized for Your Own Protection”
Invisible, the cuts in a heart.
Love in its many parts
A Jigsaw Puzzle
Bleeding
pieces of a life
moved around
on clean courthouse tables
before all the books of Judges
discounted time now lost
heartache and the truth recognised for what it was,
reprised like a mouse trapped on a spinning wheel
unable to "get off"
Red
A Road Light
the doe stopped dead in her tracks
was roadkill from the start
she was marked
pulled apart
and disjointed
by the beloved hunter
a haunted unnamed ghost
now seeking forgiveness
tongue out to receive the host
A Jigsaw Puzzle
pieces moved
forward on a
black and white board
bleeding out
the violence unseen
sanitized
abstract bruises hidden
light and dark
veiled like a bride
maintain some kind of dignified
Silence;
but not the eyes
non bis in idem
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Violence" / Grimes
https://youtu.be/aUFbN492-R0
“And the day came
when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk it took to blossom.”
Anais Nin
1.
https://www.helpguide.org/articles/abuse/domestic-violence-and-abuse.htm
2.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Femicide
3.
3.a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_partner_violence
3.b
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6168672/
3.c
https://apps.who.int/iris/bitstream/handle/10665/77432/WHO_RHR_12.36_eng.pdf;jsessionid=99EDC22C2E452BCBCC86376AA98AF846?sequence=1
4.
4.a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non_bis_in_idem
4.b
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_jeopardy
Lyrics/Violence, Grimes
https://genius.com/Grimes-violence-lyrics
Your future dreams
Empty paper in your hands
Disguised as desire
Your words written in silence
Until the last sunlight vanishes
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Deine Zukunftsträume
Leeres Papier in deinen Händen
Als Wunsch verkleidet
Deine Worte in Stille geschrieben
Bis das letzte Sonnenlicht verlöscht
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Seus somnis per al futur
Blanc de paper a les seves mans
Disfressat com un anhel
Les teves paraules escrites en silenci
Fins a la llum del sol extingit
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I tui sogni per il futuro
Foglio bianco nelle tui mani
Travestito da un desiderio
Le tue parole scritte nel silensio
Fino al quando il sole si spegne ultimo
Note: The Catalán version is for Ruben and the Italian one for Lisa-Marie and Charma
Beautiful day, towards the endless horizon
a tangerine and yellow sunlight's heart
has burst with a vibrant bright capri
and azure skies, as shadowed zaffre rolling ships
meet the silent bice cerulean horizon.
Extending giving way to the clear mirror
bleu de france sea denim shadows and the scent of salt.
Into the captivating beautiful smudges
of coral, lavender, turquoise, oceans' depths
that cannot compare; to the deep-sea creatures
that prefer to remain that lures divers into their depths.
7/16/2018
Bice, from the French bis, originally meaning dark-coloured, is a green or blue pigment made from basic copper carbonate.
Poetry Contest:Any July 2018 Poem- ' Contest Info
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
5. APRIL 1945 (Satis Shroff)
Sie trug einen roten Wintermantel
Und hielt einen Gehstock in der Hand.
Gabriela Klein überquerte den Zebrastreifen,
Neben der neue schwarzen Unibibliothek.
Eine Kompanie von Soldaten im Kampfanzug
Kamen von der anderen Straßenseite.
Ihre Schritte verlangsamten und ihr Körper zitterte.
In ihrem Geist, ist sie im April 1945:
Die Franzosen haben Freiburg in den Besitz genommen.
Die Werwolf Hitlerjugend wollte das Schwabentor sprengen.
Freiburgs tapfere Männer haben’s verhindert.
Wie werden die Franzosen uns behandeln?
Sie hatte damals keine Ahnung,
Daß der Krieg schon vorbei war.
Kein Radio,
Keine Zeitungen.
Ausgangssperre von 19 Uhr bis 7 Uhr.
Obwohl die Deutschen und die Franzosen
Einst Erzfeinde waren,
Benahmen sich die französische Soldaten diszipliniert.
Tagsüber suchten die Leute nach Nahrung.
Die rückkehrenden und verletzten Soldaten
Verursachten die Nahrungsknappheit.
Sie erinnerte sich, daß sie Nachts
Felder durchsuchte um Kartoffeln zu stehlen.
Damals verwalteten die Franzosen die Stadt.
Als die Soldaten vorbei marschieren,
schlägt Gabriela’s Herz wieder normal.
Sie hört auf zu hyperventilieren
Und schafft es auf die andere Straßenseite.
‘Huch!’ nuschelt Gabriela:
‘Ich bin mal wieder am Tagträumen.’
After World War II, Freiburg was in the French occupation zone, and it became part of the new German state of Baden-Württemberg in 1954.
* * *
...I must’ve passed out not long after that,
in the hospital people did say
that bison and bull went for ten minutes,
before the tired, and both slunk away.
The people called it the best rodeo
that any of them had ever seen,
some hippies protested, what else is new,
they said treating bison that way was ‘mean.’
And the Forest Service took my statement,
it was clear they thought I was at fault,
but they could not book me for any crimes,
none had seen the first charge, after all.
Some of the bull-riders thought I was tough,
and declared I should take up the sport,
they even wrote a song about the day,
but didn’t mention how I ruined my shorts.
I just declined, having more than enough
‘fun’ riding on the backs of bis cows,
I just wanted to find some quiet job,
if this mad universe would allow.
But I should’ve known this wasn’t my luck,
and soon events would somehow conspire
to make me baptize the pope himself
in a church that was strangely on fire…
Over the desert,
lingers cloudless
an empty sky,
purposeful,
scorching,
withers the sun the sands.
Unreal the colours,
from blue to cream,
where shadows play
and sun-rays
paint their solid pictures.
I am crossing the dunes,
breathless,
like a last traveler,
with an uncertain future,
fearless
and without haste.
At the horizon
a fatamorgana,
a dark hull,
white flying sails,
spread into endless sands,
melting away
in a vibrating heat.
A permanent up and down,
ridges,
blown away with the breeze,
valleys of dunes,
portrayed by the winds,
firm views,
far up to the horizon.
Like dreams of fire and sand,
petrified in the evening light,
red-hot.
And only the wind scatters
the muffled sound
of my steps.
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Über der Wüste,
liegt wolkenlos
ein leerer Himmel,
mit Bedacht,
alles vesengend,
dörrt die Sonne den Sand.
Unwirkliche Farben,
von blau bis hellgelb,
wo Schatten spielen
und Sonnenstrahlen
malen sie ihr kräftiges Bild.
I wandere über die Dünen,
atemlos,
wie ein letzter Wanderer
mit ungewisser Zukunft ,
furchtlos
und ohne Hast.
Am Horizont
eine Fatamorgana,
ein dunkler Rumpf,
und weiße Segel
breiten sich aus im endlosen Sand,
vergehen
in der zitternden Hitze.
Ein wiederkehrendes Auf und Ab,
Gräben,
hinweggeblasen mit dem Wind,
Täler und Dünen,
vom Winde gemalt,
im festen Blick
bis weithin zum Horizont.
Wie Träume von Feuer und Sand,
erstarrt im Abendlicht,
rot und heiß.
Und nur der Wind zerstreut
meine gedämpften Schritte.
A leprechaun named Harry P. Happy
Felt really sick,and needed a nappy.
He took Pepto Bis.
Before his math quiz,
His answers were all wrong, but quite snappy.
I don't believe this how could it be?
The love of my life just walked out on me
Now is when the heartbreak comes to call
Unbelievably In an instant I just lost it All
Unsure whether to scream or to cry
Every part my Soul wants to die
I need you like I need the air
We had dreams why is life so unfair?
Together working towards our goal
Assumed wed be together & grow old
Unified your hand forever I would hold
Truth is you left me months ago
Optomistic heart refuses to let you go
Praying with help you'll get some clarity
Your heart knows you belong with ME
I love you why won't you let me in?
Amazing feeling your skin on my skin
We slacked didn't put each other first
Come back to me we can make it work
Remember the things we were gonna do?
no one on Earth for me there's only YOU
How I wish that you never got sick
Tell the Man I adore that hes sorely missed
That he's the sole owner of my heart
Remember we clicked right from the start?
The best first date ever on Earth
Can't imagine this soul crushing hurt
We said if we can't make it no one can
Dreamed of a life with my lover & best friend
.
You disappeared slowly, I hate this disease!
has completely devastated & ruined me
Our love story one of the greatest ever told
You are the piece that makes me whole
Somehow you forgot and left me lonely
Left alone and wracked with insecurity
We believed that we were meant to be
Brokenhearted as you slipped away slowly
We let this happen that's how it came to tbis
I believed that we agreed that we'd never quit
Suppose I just wasn't worth the fight?
You'll miss me on those cold lonely nights
I loved you since the day that we met
One day you'll be filled with such regret
Loyal & dedicated I did everything right
Fought for both of us put up a good fight
How can we fix this what can we do?
Finally figured out its not me its you
You understand me like precious few
Planned to wear those rings dreams of "I do"
Rare love that romantic poems are penned of
You don't give up on this kind of special love
Your heart knows I'm the best Women for you
Devastated watching as you fade from view
I
The pink haired faerie girl has hair the color of Pepto Bis.
I laughed when I heard this; she is my friend, Little Pink Fizz.
She is furiously funny, and fantastic to know as a friend.
She has obstinate opinions, and they never falter or bend.
Little Pink Fizz lives a few houses down the block from me.
She invites me over often to drink pink peppermint tea.
We have perfect persimmons and pancakes with plums.
I love being with Miss Fizz, she is all kinds of fun!
I wish we were laying in the bed together this morning.
To cuddle and talk, or just stare into each others eyes.
We could watch the day slowly brighten, or the dewdrops on the window forming.
I would love to run my fingers through your hair and never have to say goodbye.
I'm so happy to have you, and a love that is so strong.
Heck, if I was a real musician, I would've put this in a song. . . hehe
I will be thinking about you, as I always do
And I guess there's not much left to say, except goodbye or should I say bis bald, and I love you.
Merry Christmas oo
As daylight disappears, and the stars begin to show their eyes,
A little piece of me, melts into tears.
Maybe it's the thought of absence,
or the forever it seems to take, i fear.
Until i hold you again,
my heart is where you will stay.
I will dream my little dreams,
remembering the happiness in our hearts,
when they had their times to play.