Long Danke Poems
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Sopheceles studs chorale the Martyrdom call 'ems
ant-chant Thyme dash and Cheyenne bled-cles
and Mud Squadrorns dove colorblind
Link on-a-role spiked with trail and errs past
Prosed Persident Mar. Argo near Key Bask Lame
22kay ears like Bugs Sunny and Share sin-Gold
may-jar-of-tea of her punched shingles made
class sick of nerds of those Stolen Wars
They kicked-dirt-eyed others
The Survivors Tell-A-Cast close familiars were
Cons in tents and I-glues and tippies of homelessness
that Pros address, re-Moat of the Capitol Hill
Masqued based on perverts of those floral nature
hyper-ethical breathes a gnu presence
that will halve all life kind existent
clueless to the verve climb
The prophetic reel cavity of the Whooping Cranium
hell-bent, Como tally vu: Straght dope,
Comme-ci comme-ca: Same-o same-o,
Je parle un peu francais: Do you speak French?
Heaven-sent, Das ist richtig meinen freunde:
That is right my friends, "Danke schon dahling
danke schon": Thank you darling thank you,
Sprechen si deutsch: Do you speak German?
Affect boredom-lain, racial sophistry
as skin tones raze issues tossing shade
a constant advent for hair-raising accidents
electrocution and the radio activate channel
Kamehameha lost his underwear
and feared the recent conversion of his mythological
ancient high priest HewaHewa of the old gods
heeded Missionaries to overthrow the Heiaus/temples.
My ohana/family Heiau Waha Ula/Red Mouth is Pele's
temple where human sacrifices were done by warriors,
placing those sacrifices' heads on a large rock in the middle
of the Heiau and bashing their head with a heavy club.
Waha Ula Heiau was the last torn down fearing Pele's curse.
After his warriors destroyed Pele's Heiau, on their return
to Kamehameha's Kohala home, several hundred
of warriors died in the lava pit, immortalized in Volcano.
OMG? Can I use MayDay in the month of June?
Danke für das da sein gewolln,
Wieso bedankst du dich bei so einem getroll?
Entschuldigung für das mein ungetreu,
Wieso bedankst du dich bei so einem hundekote?
Gedanke mache ich nicht gerne viele,
aber sage höre ich von dir nur eine miene, geliebte.
(Hätt ich nur gewusst was du sagen magst)
Die Banke ware nicht wirklich untenrum gefasst,
es müsse bald weggebracht werden sein, wie benarrt.
Du kamest und hast dich unbeholfen vorn gessesst,
warst beschmückt mit perlelein,
,,Ich mag die grün, sie schein fein"
Du schautest als hättst du nie ein gesehen.
,,dank zu dir ich wünsch", du sagtest mir.
Dein aug war eine prahl für eine unwünsch,
Sie waren zu schön, ware mal unglück geschehen?
So lächel ich nur ein mal,
Ich mocht dir wirklich nur für ein Fingertanz,
Dein mahl war aber meinerseits gut geschehen,
mehr solltest du zeigen von deinem aussehn'.
...
...
Du schautest früh du sagtest nicht,
alle weiß du magtest mich,
aber du warst schlau und brachst mich unters Licht,
falls das gefühl mit dir machte spinnt.
Manchmal warst du dumm gewesn,
du bliebst aber trotzdem die liebe in tresen.
Wir beide hatten kein regenschirm auf,
nun nahmen wir den Regen in kauf.
Streit kam ingeschwind,
wusste nicht du wusstest vom spind,
So kamen wörter nach dem schreiber aparat,
nicht mal meine finger kontrollierten den Stift so parat,
Sie flogen blitzschlege durch mein bart,
aber
stimmt,
das war alles vom handy gekam.
Denn sage von dir höre ich nur eine miene geliebte.
Seit dem tage wo die trän schein,
ging ich bös nachheim,
So löscht ich alles was du sagen gemagt.
Als die vögel den umflug machten während wind durch Norden zog,
poppte die nachricht, ,,ich entschuldige mich noch."
Ich war froh,
das vorbei warn wir beid.
Es war eigentlich mein schuld doch das ist was ich mein.
Poets and The World
6/28/2025
I got a cup of steaming,cinnamon coffee at dawn..
Knew it would be one-hundred,, outdoo and I hastily yawned!
Got my ipad to read Poetry Soup and read some poet- cads,
It seems some poets, just dedicated to being angry or sad!
The world is not going the way of their childish, selfish hopes
So their only joy is to drown all world leaders as dopes?
Morning condemnation is their breakfeast sensation.
And serve it to us.,on a hateful, putridpoetic presentation
Only…it is not poetry! Just empty souls,who pollute us with fear…
Who consider, their writing, vast vessels of to smear!
Why don’t you tell us of the ghastly sins on your hearts?
One is envy, one is a natiion you write about killing~ you are mean, not smart!
Why not gratefull be, love all fellow men, show us your human heart?
Jealousy is a Vice red,I feel like I am walking in it!
So you despise the rich, as if they were pure,rancid crud?
Tell us of what university you did attend, great or small!
Stop being so small, destroying wih your pen!
All who gave much to employ and a made a chance for us to get ahead!
You might think you are intellectually hot stuff?
Because you destroy countries and humans with
with your poisonous pen!
But God gave you no such command,,my friend.
To all the other poets with humility and who write with elegance and wonder, I thank you so much. You are examples to me of God’s Shining Touch.
Danke,
Pangie
God, I have a prayer for you today.
It’s just from me, but please hear what I have to say.
Millions are being abandoned, starved and soon alone, where some in Ukraine are still free to roam.
Children are becoming hungry, helpless and alone.
Give them bravery, messengers of God,
imaginary staffs and protective rods.
(Psalm 23)
Our leader’s horrible disdain has caused many to join The Hopeless Train.
Beg your angels to collect their pain.
Smalls tears are turning into puddles of fears.
Guardian angels, Ukraine needs protection, guidance and love,
hope, reassurance and your spiritual hugs,
from all your celestial beings above.
To my Deedoosh and my Babusys hold each other tight.
Hnhely, we pray for you today and tonight.
To Germany, Danke
Great Britain, Much obliged
Sweden, Tack
France, Merci
New York City, Thank you
And The United Kingdom.... our freedom.
Keep Ukraine’s enemies away.
From those on TV and those who are evil, far away.
President Zelensky my hope for you,
End the war for Ukrainian’s families,
Stand strong,
believe the world will right this wrong.
"Keep rising, keep moving, your silence is the loudest response"
Help Ukrainians to be brave in the face of fear.
People are trying to support you far and near.
Unite us together
and please now forever.
God, you listened to my prayer today, thank you for hearing what I had to say.
The Spirit of the Lord is here it's here Can feel him in the Atmosphere! Spirit of the Lord! Spirit of the Lord is here! Can feel him Feel him all in the atmosphere feel him feel him the spirits of the Lords it is all in the atmosphere Thank You so much Beautiful Energy that surrounds the Atmosphere had then and now has surrounded my sound atmosphere in gratitude and toast
the Love Realms Thank You in French Merci merci
In Spanish Thank you! Gracies gras gras
in Italian Thank you ! Grazie grazee
In German Thank you . Danke dankeh
In Japanese arigato Indonesian Terrima kasih terima kasee
The kiss is sweet-smelling Spirit energy the people the places and things are here all in the atmosphere spirits unveiled the mystery is blowing in the wind blowing! Blowing! the answer is blowing in the contentment answer easy is as one two three breeze a kiss from soul to soul mind to mind heart to heart better days are now the right time to learn with the four winds blowing in the atmosphere feel feel feel the push and push stronger than contrary winds
right there!
You're Welcome too!
Thanks for all the views with gratitude!
Joyce Faure'
Bus 333
Thank you bus 333
For being there for me all day long,
You wake even before cock crows
And set yourself out all for my sake;
Your storage you fill to the beam,
Your powerhouse you fire to warm,
You sweep the aisle and mop the deck
You polish the seats and empty the bins,
Your fire extinguishers are all in place;
How much you care for me !
Danke, danke, danke.
6.10 is the meeting time,
Under the shed I see your light
Piercing the thick wintery cloud,
Your rollers daring the whitish heaps,
Your long antennas twisting left and right,
Unceaselessly wiping the chill ice ,
Who could have loved me more ?
Danke dir, mein lieber Bus.
No, you will not bypass me,
You will not even hurry me up,
But carefully you will lift me up,
Give me all necssary attention;
Your guten Morgen delights me,
It brightens me and gives me joy;
And when I finally settle down,
In my direction you will zoom
Watching front,watching back;
And when our do becomes done,
Deligently you will park and wait,
Auf Wiedersehen,auf Wiedersehen ;
What a great love is this ?
Lieber Bus 333,ich liebe dich,
Lieber Bus 333,ich danke dir.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
22/2/14
Danke Bitte und Mehr
David J Walker
It was a land of foreign thought
And I was the denizen drifter
In uniform that hid my ignorance
and poverty
In an OD Green costume that was
Barely me
Rarely me on weekends
One who could pass for a different class
Of vagabond wandering across
the borders alone
So far from home
That I was thoughtless
And homeless
Eager to be accepted even if it was as
Young and clueless
If not mysterious in my ways
The heady days of youth
Learning truth in a different language
Beginning with three words
Danke Bitte, Und Mehr,
Which opened the door for
Life-changing opportunities
Danke, Bitte, Mehr
Seemed to be the key that
Could open a locked door
Or
A locked heart
For a young man willing to
Accept the path into
Migrants quarters
On the distant borders of
An expatriate's temporary bivouac
Finally
Leaving was leaving a home again
Wondering if I would ever belong again
In my native land
with my adopted tongue
Thick with memories that would
Follow me forever to my grave
THANK YOU LORD
For Your love and Your tender care;
When I need You, You’re always there
Helping me as I walk life’s road,
Showing me the way, lest I stray, so I say, “Thank You, Lord.”
For Your word that showed me my need,
For the ones who would preach and plead,
For the day You took all my sin
And gave me Your peace, full release, so I say, “Thank You, Lord.”
For the blood that You shed for me
On the cross there at Calvary,
For the day You rose from the grave
And the power You give as I live, so I say, “Thank You, Lord.”
For this land where I’m free to pray
And to praise You this special way,
For the hope that some day I’ll go
To Your home on high, ne’er to die, so I say, “Thank You, Lord.”
When I stand there on heaven’s shore
Free from sin there forever more,
I will look in Your loving eyes
And say it again, this refrain, “Thank You, Lord. Thank You, Lord.”
These words written to “Danke Schoen.”
I want to say thank you
In some of the languages of the world
To all the soup members
For you have helped my heart to twirl
You've add bits of humor, rhythm, and definitely some rhyme
From writings on many topics when you have the time
Thank you (English)
Muchas gracias (Spanish)
Danke schoon (German) Suppose to have two dots on top of the schoon but I don't
know how to do that
Merci beaucoup (French)
Arigato gozaimasu (Japanese)
Grazie (Italian)
Topadh leibh (Scottish Gaelic)
Toda raba (Hebrew)
Mamnoon (Farsi (Persian))
Spasibo (Russian)
Liels paldies (Latvian)
Efharisto poli (Greek)
Toa chie or Xie Xie (Chinese)
Shukran gazilan (Arabic)
Obrigado (Portugese)
Mahalo nui loa (Hawaiian)
In a round about way this came from the internet. If any are wrong correct me . If
you can add some put it in the comments box. Everything we learn helps us to
grow.
Form:
TYROL TRIP
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists
skiers good,novice & the inactive
on a flight from London-Heathrow
trusting Italy was full of snow
Huddled in a coach past Trento
disembark in MSV's mountain shadow
crammed & cushed into the cable car
just in time for hot scholate in the the bar
Up early to claim skis & boots
dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits
wait in line for the mountain chairlift
at the top jumping off pretty swift
Down & up the beginners' slope
in a whiteout with a prayer& hope
Pasta for lunch again & again
but good to miss out of the English rain
Learning the knack of evening fondue
joining the folk-dance without a clue
saying danke to Karl the owner
back on the bus to airport Verona
Year Posted 2007