Der Poems - Poems about Der

Der Spiegel In Kashgar Where the Silk Road begins, I bought an apricot saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl over her shiny black hair knotted under her chin and yellow silk dress Do you see this man on a bike? I asked the woman who sold fruit by the road he...

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original available to read here at archive.org/details/himmlischelibesk0000kuhl Der XL1 page 54 thru 55 my translation of this in above youtube clip...

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Der Spiegel In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins I bought an apricot and saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl over her shiny black hair knotted under her chin, a yellow silk silk dress do you see this man on a bike, I told to the woman who...

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Der Spiegel In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins I bought an apricot and saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl over her shiny black hair knotted under her chin, a yellow silk silk dress do you see this man on a bike, I told to the woman who...

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It’s Harvard VS Yale this weekend, the vibes are just starting now. Everyone - and I mean everyone - has been asking about my game tickets, because guest tickets are $25 a pop. I’m more interested in the parties than the game, so I donated mine (Students get 1 free ticket and they can buy...

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After Walter von der Vogelweide's poem to be translated as I sat upon a stone My mind from worldly cares once lost elbow on knee, hand to cheek, legs crossed, i sat upon a seat of stone thankful with thoughts to be alone. and contemplate, now free from strife, whate’er gives meaning to this life. I saw, ...

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The shark covers my anger and tells me to think about this idea; “Please, take me somewhere and stay with me” I look into its bright yet dull eyes and they ask us to play. “Do you believe in rainy days?” I think I finally saw it. Their poison fin. The boat was big,there were others like me getting returned to...

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Kaffee Ist schwarz Warum Du magst Getränk Kaffee Morgen Unter dem Weihnachtsbaum? Und die Nacht Warum Du trinkst Kaffee Mit Milch Und du verwendest Nussbutter Auf frischen Brot? Du magst nicht Keine Schwarzen Warum Du trinkst Kaffee Sehr schwarz Morgen Wie Idioten? Und die Nacht Warum Du trinkst Kaffee Mit Milch ? Verlasse mich Der Frieden ! Rassismus ist Unsinn Und dumm! P.S. Translation of ‘ The Black Coffee’ in German. Copyright © Dezember 2021, Hébert Logerie, Alle Rechte vorbehalten Hébert Logerie ist Autor mehrerer Gedichtbände....

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A transgender girl in Milan Must guard when she goes to the can She may wish to sit Or truly commit And pee on the floor like a man!...

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Guess who is afraid of Darth Cay-der, the cat of all cats? I am not kidding. Darth Cay-der frightens me, grandma. She rolled her eyes, and then the dice. We are playing Monopoly. Tonight in heaven. Her photo fills me with glee but these heavenly visits are much better. The angel began to tell me I had to...

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Darth Cay-der was a cat who understood Star Wars better than most. She held R2D2 contests, and she was the most gracious 1970’s host. She wore the best costumes, designed by fabulous Bob Mackie. He was her next-door-neighbor. I am not lying, by crackie! Darth Cay-der liked to breathe really heavy in her Darth Cay-der mask. She was ominous...

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there are small pieces in time that brings us closer to who we truly are separating us from who we've been why we simply cannot have both the time we spend with loved ones co workers thee everyday people wandering about the super markets libraries schools and shopping mall time stands still outside the doors outside...

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the sunshine is gone falls down the rain flowing hard sewers backing up water covers streets over taking sidewalks paths rains hard thunder storms rain falling flowing leaving clouds falling to earth storms thunder rains hard 8/02/18 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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A beautiful White Christmas... der Bingle is smiling The world is at peace as this crap keeps piling A snow blower's a must From dawn until dusk ENOUGH ALREADY! A petition I'm filing!!!...

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Frankie, Der Bingle and Perry must all be turning over in their graves Have you watched or heard today's “singers”... for the good old days I crave They no longer sing It's like rhyme talking Oh for those days of long ago, seems I'm living in the past today...

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