Und Poems - Poems about Und

Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene All la names bespeaking deity froom Noah Mo' Room India Arc of Covenant to crypt tick Blood (sweat and tears) of San Gennaro devout wowed, and/or Turin shroud bullishly, consonantly, demonstrably, desperately, faintly, glumly, yet plaintively, muttered aloud, no evading the steadily avowed atheist approaching COSMO funnel (dumb mental) stormy dan...

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We asked for nothing more than a Musik sheet the war was nearing an end you and your bruder was quite young your wounds were healing as we kneeled at Saint Sebastian Church Rome 1944 mass wasn’t the same without the harsh bellows of Victory sending the birds fleeting through the chapel as the bells chimed...

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Plagued with lifelong lower gastrointestinal Sturm und Drang Ever since a young lad irritable bowel syndrome in my humble pinion wracked lower abdominal area gurgled and ballooned gastrointestinal tract (similar to following Colonoscopy preparation slated for January 24th, 2024 at Phoenixville Hospital) posterior issuing vis a vis borborygmus crooning in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion eliminates fecal waste witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe (against time) and jet...

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Germane generic geeky guy five sixths enroute to complete lxiv luxurious Earth orbits experienced chronic, demonic, physiologically hegemonic... irritable bowel syndrome without shadow of a doubt, yet aforementioned plight the following lines of poetry will not be about problematic posterior plague. After contemplating discomfort linkedin with said medical condition, yours truly realized aftermath of Hurricane Ian concerning those who weathered category storm suffered a fate much worse subsequently, I took a...

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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 von „And We Depart With Nothing“ Aus dem Englischen. Copyright © April...

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Id fierce, intense raging, urging, demanding savage, instinct, moral, probity loving, caring, giving civil, gentle ego...

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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...

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Darkness of Sturm und Drang Darkness of Sturm und Drang When you gotta fight with your own fated yarn Dark persuades your shadow Sheds your mortal mass And gore inscribes the merciless nights Sins like gems carved in my chest Crucify me I'll resurrect; soon, sooner! Darkness of Sturm und Drang Erupts like the lava Gushed out to reach the penniless...

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Come now, people - we've all heard this before: Barbarians at our gates, enemies without the door. Their shapes the image of our own, Their shadows like as well; though some be lesser known. Sound loud the alarms, deafen the ears Harden our hearts, feed on our fears - Divide the Volk, call them Unified Against a foe who has ever tried...

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(ohne jegliche vorbereitung) für jede träne müsste es irgendwo dort ein lächeln geben für jeden ruf eine antwort am ende jeden traumes eine erfüllung mit offenen armen zu warten bereit die realität zu umarmen für jedes ich soll dort irgendwo ein du existieren nur meins Translator: Renate Müller 03.06.2013...

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into the spotlight high summer enters stage left- son et lumiere Inspired by Raul's Summer tempest photo...

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"Wasch und Fun" No need to translate for me for an hour and a half. You left me to wash undies at the Wasch und Fun while you shopped for lox and wine. I found the soap and the wasch; but the Fun eludes. Every patron, even the suspect simultaneously wearing four pairs of pants, switched out of...

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As death creeps out of the darkness, A mother becomes the rope in a (Tug of war.) A child reaches to help its’ mother in her weakness, And stares death in the eye with abhor. The rope falls limp in sure defeat, Yet the child pulls on the strength of heart. Against the evilness and...

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say what? this guy a nut? dann right, his brain took a flight, but left him here, for us to deal with, dann poems, loads a' bull get him on da next flight outta here!! I don't care if it's on a pidgeon.... all's I wanna see, is his butt pass'in oer' the horizon...

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