I bathed, one day, in the Dead Sea,
My belly floated like a piece of wood
The water was so salty, it stung the skin
It was necessary to go out and take a good shower,
I have not known Jesus, me, nor Jean Baptiste,
I have not known Simon, nor the small fishermen,
I have not been a saint, nor seen silver nets,
I have let the sun do its work of sun,
I bathed, one day, on the Dead Sea,
Between Syria and Palestine, looking at Israel pure,
My belly floated like a piece of wood
The fame of the place, has enlightened my soul.
Je me suis baigné, un jour, dans la Mer Morte,
Mon ventre flottait comme un bout de bois,
L’eau était si salée, qu’elle piquait la peau
Il fallut en sortant prendre une bonne douche,
Je n’ai pas Connu Jésus, moi, ni Jean Baptiste,
Je n’ai pas connu Simon, ni les petits pêcheurs,
Je n’ai pas vu de saint, ni de filets d’argent,
J’ai laissé le soleil faire son œuvre de soleil,
Je me suis baigné, un jour, sur la Mer Morte,
Entre Syrie et Palestine, regardant Israël la pure,
Mon ventre flottait comme un bout de bois,
La renommée de l’endroit, a éclairé mon âme.
If I was being an ass
And no reason would make up for it,
If I was acting like a douche bag
And tempers had been tested
If I was a buzzkill
And it becomes contagious
If I became a monster
And turned more miserable
Just know
That I still love you
sassy smirk scrunched
spanking salient sucks
smog smithereen scorched
sorting saucy sauce
savvy strengths spent
savaging sumptuous sects
dark dribbles drooled
damping dainty doom
dense dug douche
moaning mist melted
meager mends masticated
merging mushy murky
felon fate features
feigning fabulous fractures.
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Note: Dedicated to poets all over the world.
My neighbour's goat is called Billy.
He is starting to drive me silly.
He keeps nibbling my bush.
If I give him a douche.
He might stop then, will he??
Tired of frolic
and the beaming sun,
the snow and ice retreat;
returning the pond nation
to its peaceful co-existence.
Toads once again sit
majestically upon their naked
rock thrones—no lily pads here.
A lone insect glides by
and is slap from the sky
by the welcoming frog’s tongue.
The ducks again cruse
the soothing wet water
dousing heads to catch prey
or douche long neglected feathers.
Suddenly, a rock skips across the pond.
Ducks frantically populate the sky.
As if a magic act of nature,
all other creatures disappear.
In the quietness of this canvassed scene,
ripples concentrically spread across the pond—
Shattered reflected rays, scattered dancing shadows.
Silently, we drove onward.
Indeed, nature’s mercy
has strange laws.
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I am tired of licking people's boots;
I am tired of being stepped on like a doormat;
I am tired of being punched like a douche-bag.
No more will I turn my cheek to be sprinkled on spray,
for the sake of the show;
No more will my freedom be suffocated by your imprisoning
demands that no time can satisfy;
No more will I be your puppet dancing to every move
you make with your dark strings.
I will close my eyes, breathe in, breathe out, and let you go…….
Date: 27/11/2015
Selected Quote: Quote #4 – “Ignore those that make you fearful
And sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death” > Rumi.
You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
no one can replace the radiance within you. People tell you that you are not cool,
smart, talkative, real.....making you to feel like a douche bag,
being punched right in your heart. Believe me, I've been where you were;
hurt, frustrated, and craving the gates of the afterlife. I looked
like a person from a rehab. I also felt like a tourist in a place I was born.
As seasons passed, I realized that it was I, with the key to joy. "Rivers don't ask
for permission to replenish themselves; the Sun doesn't
ask for permission to shine;
an eagle doesn't ask for permission to soar into the sky...." are words from a Zen
book, that woke up my inner fire. I started to dream positive things about me once more, and starting each day with a smile; this also changed the way
people looked at me.
You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
life being the sky. Never forget that!
Hardships have hit my ego,
like a kick-boxer punching a douche bag;
my record as an artist has been compromised;
my back has been against the wall for too long.
My painting style looks clashed; different emotions
with color, interbred in a single canvas; "......if all these emotions
fit into a single person, he or she would be a psychopath!"
they scorn.
But, like a phoenix from the ashes,
I will become relevant like Da Vinci;
I will the sitting in the Hall of Fame;
just wait and see!
ON THIS TREASURE HAVEN : CONFESSIONS OF A SOUPER
Forever is the word I quoth here
For how long I want to be here
Creativity powered with watts of battery
On this lovely haven of flowing poetry
Oh , a flashback of this tale I would like to share
ever when I held up a poem with talents spare,
cold douche froze my buds of passions raw
up on the mind where frustrations sat and thawed
I wandered long ,before I stumbled upon here
words I scribbled on almost everywhere,
seasoned with emotions from mundane to rare
and tossed and turned till it dulled and grayed.
Some poked with a 'now what' ,and a few sighed,
a few ignored , many dug with words which pacified.
Just a couple or two came thumbs up
pulling out the deep thorns of years ' rump.
Past is past , and I don't care , now on the Soup I dwell
With the soup I rise and I fall, on the Soup are my tidings as well
Lost in lyrical rainbows ,dinner and shower a pineal clock reminder
With amazing poet pals , treasures from distant worlds meander...
Forever is the word I quoth here
For how long I want to be here
Creativity powered with watts of battery
On this lovely haven of flowing poetry....
The news is out, who is doping up
I was very shocked it wasn't Batista
Matt Hardy and MVP, what a combo
They take away the tag team titles from Douche and Domino
All those wrestlers busted for steroids
Now they which doctors to avoid
John Cena won't have to watch his back
Because Randy Orton was taking the crap
Great Kali speaks in a language I call Orangutan
The doofis with him translates his slang
Chris Masters likes attacking the men from the rear
They announce the Silver Back is here
Hornswaggle is the Cruiser Weight Champ
This causes Jamie Noble menstrual cramps
Kane has cracked ribs from several attacks
The Stone Cold Stunner is now back
Rey Mysterio is back trying to make a statement
The billion dollar industry of Wrestling Entertainment
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