When I see time moving ever forward…
and each day I grow a little oder than the day before…
I am grateful I have a way of looking back…
grateful knowing that’s what memories are for.
Categories:
oder, memory, thanks,
Form: Rhyme
The sparring mind requires a venue fit
for wide ambition’s pointed blade—the craze
of poignant poetry’s unbridled wit.—
Masked)by the wily writer’s wire-meshed gaze,
the soul unleashes on the stage of writ
a flurry of pen strokes, a wanton blaze
of mangled meanings, aiming now to split—
—to split the atmosphere in half…for praise!
Ah—perhaps, in this contest of our wills,
I do not joust against “you”,—just with “I“;
so the looming question mark lurks near: “Why?”
Simply for the thrills! merely for the frills?
Thus, muses Nietzsche, the great unveiler,
“Bist du echt? oder nur ein Schauspieler?…”
Categories:
oder, art, conflict, creation, poems,
Form: Sonnet
,,möge du mich verarsche oder wie?"
Nie anwortete ich so zu sie.
Nur, ich hatte genug vom fieh
Sie zogen es mir unter der nas'
,,im Nu würden sie mehr verdien, komm sie doch zu Real madrd"
Lieber würde ich mit nen champanier von dem einen holen, den bandit
,,Ich verzicht"
,,Wieso denn das?"
Ich schloss das Gespräch, kein nutz für das irgend was
Ist doch kein Geschwätz
Fußball hab ich angefangen für paps
Nun denksten du ich machs für den schnaps?
Lieber würd ich mein Knie nochmal brechen
Was ich schon viele male gehabt haben tan
Der Vertrag war wie ein kassiererzettl
Ich weiß er war es nicht gewesen
Wieso machen die den alle so unbedeutsam?
Ofte male wurde ich vertauscht,
aufgeschmaust,
aufgebauscht
Blaue/rote kart,
hielten mich für eine zart
Also lasse ihn im Fährte spielen
Doch im bvb ich bleib,
Die Jungs hier blieben mir im Leib.
Da kannst du mich rütteln und schütteln ich werd nicht gehen
Ich werdnicht zu diesen losern gehen
Die sich nur die eifersucht ansehen
Categories:
oder, age,
Form: Free verse
Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons
Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre
My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre
I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise
Retinas of glass, I see right through your lies
Figments of my imagination
Don't come and cause me more vexation
Circling my mind
Tormenting, suffering, sempiternal gyration
My nerve endings started with you
Now unaware to whom
Now that you're gone
I can finally take off this costume
Now isn't the time for salvation
I re-evaluate our amalgamation
Not even an antisocial personality disorder
Could sum up a source of order
Wander your favourite forest
Walk past me and get hit with my poignant odour
Uncover my carcass, I don't need a hearse
Just dump me in the Oder
Dismember me piece by piece
Put me back together however you'd like
The puzzle wont be beautiful
Something incomparable to Vandyke
Categories:
oder, 12th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Sun lit Global pan fried soil
Dubai desert in all distances mirage
A garden with full of flowers
Isn’t a miracle?
Garden Miracle
Butterflies taking wings to sky
In the Butterfly garden
Waving hi to all in Dubai
Hundred and fifty million flowers
Oder into noses in order
Serving Dubai a scenting center
Dubaian like a mobile flower plant
Carrying fifty flowers per head
Categories:
oder, flower, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Es lief ein Regentropfen
über deine Wangen.
Ich wünschte sehr,
ich hätte ihn gefangen.
Kam er durch Schmerzen hervor
oder doch durch
einen gebrochenen Schwur?
Ist es ein Licht,
das sich in Flammen setzte?
Ist es dein Selbst,
das dir entfuhr?
Oder ist es doch ein Zeichen,
welches uns von Himmeln zeugt?
Categories:
oder, cry,
Form: Ode
When I look back on my life I think candy, ice cream and toys
were the top three wishes I made when I was but a boy.
When I got a little oder other wishes caught my eye
I wished for friends
I wished for good grades
I wished Grandma didn’t have to die.
Still a little older yet I wished for a car
a job
a wife
I wished for a host of friends and family with whom to share my life.
Now that I am older and most of my wishes have come true
I find the wishes I make are less about me and more about you…
and you…
and you
I wish that every person…everywhere…
felt they had a place where they belong
I wish that every person…everywhere…
could, somehow, get along.
I wish that hunger, hatred, bigotry and wars would today…cease
I wish we all lived in a world that knew
good health
and happiness
and peace.
If these wishes came true…
if everyday the whole world was filled with compassion,
wonder…
and joy…
Then I could get back to wishing
for candy
ice cream
and toys.
Categories:
oder, wisdom,
Form: Verse
Bring back Nobuhle
Why did you keep her body
She's gone let us bury her with dignity and respect
Bring back our sister
Why why are you keeping our sisters body in your country?
Why should we suffer in oder to get her body?
Why there is United Nations if we are not united?
Why should we be happy if our sister is not in our country?
God God help us
Help us to bring Buhle back in South Africa
Shembe please help us bring Buhle back in South African
We need her body
We need her in South Africa
God listen to us
Wipe our tears
Make them hear us
Oh dear God
We come upon on you
There is no one bigger then you
Categories:
oder, africa, allusion, analogy, sister,
Form: Elegy
My
eyes see.
My
ears hear.
My
skin feels.
My
noes smells
My
mouth tastes.
My
brain interprets.
Information.
It’s all
information.
Energy.
Vibrations.
The view.
The sound.
The breeze.
The cupcake.
The oder.
All information.
Chemical,
electrical stimulus.
No brain
to process.
No reality
to experience.
All vibrations.
All energy
to interpret.
Everything
is energy.
Everything
is vibrations.
No brain
no reality.
The Universe
a field
of energy,
a
realm of
vibrations.
Including us.
Vibrations
interpreting
vibrations.
Energy
interpreting
energy.
Energy
never dies
it simply
changes
vibration.
Categories:
oder, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
I studied your face
Every gesture or mannerism
Not claiming I made a mistake
When choosing you
I remember every touch
Feel, scent of your oder
Every visible dimple and mole
Every crevice and wrinkle
You, my hero on a pedestal
Trying so hard to win you
Even though you and I are bonded
I am still a far distance from you
You pushed when I pulled
Goals left undone, just events pulling us through
Moved into his Moms, was shushed by you
I sunk deeper within myself till going a bit mad
Thread and needle, mine is loose
I tried to tighten it, but inevitably it split
Not by my doing, you were my silent shadow
My counterpart, till death due us part
But, you had other plans not involving me
There were many-he told me
Shreds of thread are left scattered
I still piece together them bit by bit
But I am missing the needle now
Tight rope...left me for a man
Whom he also left with many others
Then an unfortunate demise, he lost his balance
Now, I try so hard to remember his fragrance
I moved on, and see him in my children's eyes
Woven up all my thread-compromised
With another similar needle instead
Categories:
oder, absence, break up, death,
Form: Verse
she told me
there's something you
need to know
there's something I have to say
we been together now
for more moments than
than I could say
bet you didn't know this
but I don't think
this is the best time to say
but I never loved you
I just let you have your way
what good is a broken heart
if there's no one who care's
love is shared between friends
You can't love me if I'm not there
take sometime
find somebody new
a mas a la gente equivocada,
siempre la hiciste
encounter fortuna !
maybe she'll love you
but I bettcha she'll whined up
hating you too
I love your style
keep on keepin on
maybe I'll come back once in a while
we can talk about what you're doing wrong
simple and plain
guess I should've let you know
never loved you
and it's time for you go
take your things
the songs and those rings
I'll pawn them if you leave them
or give them to my new beau
love aint that simple
sometimes it's
harder to say
but we aint gotta worry about that
because I never loved you anyway
we aint gotta worry about that
because I never Loved you nyway
Categories:
oder, appreciation, art, break up,
Form: Ballad
they seek words
to describe their thoughts
they mock the English
they Curse him in French
they mumble his name in Russian
and laugh at him in German
yet they speak in his tongue and speak him
as God
Cattle shall be herded into stalls to be milked
their milk shall be curdled into cheese
men shall want these soft dairied things
so they can have their wives and mothers
feed them
she wishes me clean, but refuses to wash my coat
she speaks me as ill and won't wash my coat
she tell the neighbors to smell the horses Oder
and the stenge of the cattle,
she told when it rains rub soap into the coat
and toss it over the saddle
let the horse walk in the rain
to clean the stench in the pouring rain
I look at her, and often walks away
what good thing could I find to say
I just grab my guitar
and am on my merry-way!
Categories:
oder, clothes, culture, environment, fish,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Ich sehe die Raben
Du kannst mich was fragen
Schmerz im Magen
Das waren die Zutaten
Die Rabeninsel habe
Ich gemahlt mit pinsel
Regengogen farben
Du kannst mich was fragen
Nebel im Kopf
Kommt fom Eintopf
Oder?
Categories:
oder, allegory, allusion, art,
Form: Couplet
EINSAMKEIT von Satis Shroff
Die Dame mit den silbernen Haaren
sitzt vor ihrem Wohnungseingang
Und denkt über ihr Leben nach.
Ihre Tochter Androula ist wohlauf in Deutschland,
Ihr Sohn Janis lebt mit seiner Frau in Athen.
Und sie?
Sie lebt in Einsamkeit und Gebet,
Eine Witwe in Schwarz Tag ein und aus.
Ihre Beine sind schwach und ihr Gang instabil.
Ihr wird es häufig schwindelig.
Aber das schlimmste
Ist ihre fehlende Erinnerung:
Ich kann an meine ferne Vergangenheit erinnern,
Aber ich weiß nicht mehr,
Ob ich meine Kapseln eingenommen habe,
Oder nicht.
Wie lange kann ich noch auf mich aufpassen?
* * *
Categories:
oder, anxiety, loneliness, missing you,
Form: Free verse
DOWN BY THE OCEAN
ON A HALLOWEEN NIGHT.
A THREE QUARTERS MOON
WAS PROVIDING SOME LIGHT.
AND FROM OUT OF NOWHERE
A VERY STRANGE SMELL.
I CAN ONLY DESCRIBE
AS AN ODER FROM HELL.
A FOG ROLLED IN
AND VERY QUICK.
IT WAS SO HARD TO SEE
BECAUSE THE FOG WAS SO THICK.
IT WAS MORE LIKE DEATH.
THAT SMELL WAS SO STRONG.
I TOLD MYSELF
I DON'T BELONG.
THE FOG BECAME DENSE
IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO SEE.
I HAD NO IDEAL
WHAT WAS IN FRONT OF ME.
THE INCOMING TIDE
HAD TO BE NEAR.
THAT ONLY ADDED
TO MY ALREADY FEARS.
AND THEN FOR A MINUTE
THE MOONLIGHT POKED THROUGH
AND WHAT I SAW
IS WHAT I'M TELLING YOU.
LIZARD LIKE CREATURES
BIGGER THAN ME.
CAME UP FROM THE SAND
AND WALKED INTO THE SEA.
NOW I KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING
IS HARD TO BELIEVE.
I'M JUST SO THANKFUL
THEY DIDN'T SEE ME.
FEBRUARY 2017
Categories:
oder, halloween, horror, humor, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
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