Best Geld Poems

An old Ethiopian veteran of the love wars 
once told a newlywed Kenyan kid:
If you want the infant marriage to survive,
make it to the golden years Mt. Kilimanjaro side
You gotta keep the giraffe standing up,
when the ecstasy mountain air gets thin at night
When you’re starting...

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Wie waak oor ons gans die wakkernag?
Vind sondes.lank vergete
n aanklag eggo in die gewete
Dalk net stank demone
Wat slaaploos toi-toi in talle drome

Watter wekker skrik sy meester kaal
Wyl hy rondtol.in n lakenhel?
Skape, pennies en sy woorde tel
Of plak gebede saam met drome vas
Teen blank plafonne en...

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A cannibal of currency
You’re not yourself anymore.
Became your purse long ago,
Sense of self tied to coins
Of which you’ve never held.

Little man, little man,
where is your home?
The house on this hill
Just an empty shell
Painted like so much canvas.

There for the eyes of your peers
But your peers...

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'n Oomblik waardig van afsondering
'n Vreemdeling nie deur ander gesien
Is ons die verlate?
Is ons die verlater?
Lewe in die nag om sy wreedheid te skuil
Hul gesigte belig die skerms
Die rykes maak geld uit dié oorlog
Die sterftesyfer styg
Nog 'n verraaier
Die leuenaar, die patriot
Hoeveel leuens, hoeveel sterftes
Afgemaai soos...

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Tales lend credence to fact
reeling in that monster fish
understanding the impossible
translating within trusting tact
hear the choir's tune

Live not in what they told you but
in adoration of what shall be
each movement and each note
sung a harmony

Align your soul in soft repose
meld now your broken way
believe not...

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My ship has not bubbled
beneath the eer' of my moat,
but battles come
I will be done,
and my queendom shall be sunk.

What will the others pronounce,
as they measure me gram for ounce,
and the people will fly me home
to misfortune bay?

Will my anchor last the living
till they sail...

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Wir kommen
Wir wandern
Und wir gehen
Das ist alles was wir wissen.

Wir kommen auf die Erde
Wir streifen umher, wir surfen
Und wir gehen mit nichts
Kein Geld, keine Dollars und keine Wertsachen.

Wir sagen guten Morgen
Wir plaudern, lachen und singen
Und wir schlüpfen mit nichts davon
Kein Geschwister, Grundstücke und Aktien.

P.S. Übersetzung...

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With mordant comments
he tries to geld a standpat
in a feminists' meet
and turns a sook
at tea break

--R.K.Singh...

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Mommy I'm sorry,
For never listing to you,
I'm sorry for not helping out much,
And also for making you shout a lot,
I never meant to hurt you
or make you cry.

I never meant to doubt you or even scream and fight with you,
I tired so hart to be...

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The awful feeling tightens my vocal cords
that praised another god who never denied pleasures;
I abandoned faith and despised kindness:
it's time for God to show anger through ransacking,
taking away all favoritism and getting
a payback for disobedience and unclean living.

I've tasted death and cried with a constant...

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Across the Seas

.......Are so many countries and peoples,
...... I will sadly ~  never see.
.......Too many years have passed.
.......Takes "geld" to go.

......Made the mistake of hesitating.
......And now,travel restricted?
......Imagine me looking up at Big Ben!
......And wearing a mask?

......No thanks, will stay home.
......In my lovely den.
......Fear and I,...

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THRUST AND SLASH

A sword in a scabbard, hung from the belt
For the Teutonic Knights, it costs much geld
Heated and tempered but it does not melt
Most blades are l straight and double sided
Easy to draw as the long blade is guided
To the old Eastern mind, such...

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Stay awake stay awake he repeated
And then the worst of the expletive 
For it was just a struggle to maintain
A semblance of order in his refrain

Say it over and over again
Until it became like a long lost friend
But you have to practice the call
If only...

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Piercing the dark and striking down the sky
A streak of lightning cuts a thorny route to earth,
Defines the bare silhouettes of trees and homes
That hug the earth like frightened kids drawing
Support from a loving mother, the mother earth. 
The rain has stops but the droplets...

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Da war etwas welches ich geschrieben wollen würde,
es war aber nicht mehr ganz in mein Gehirne,
Lass mich nochmal nachdenken,
Über das Gedankgeschenke'
Müsse es gewesen sein?
Ich schaue auf den Mann der mag mir übel sein,
Er hatte aber schöne Wein gestein'
Mit dem Wagen er rumfahr: 
,,Wissen sie was...

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