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All 'isms'אצל וויליאם, אצל שייקספיר במקטרת
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זרעים של גראס
עד פה הדמיון
אך שאלתו פתוחה
ועוד השאלה חופרת
האם לתתAll 'isms'2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Luna RojaAnoche tuve un sueño…
Soñé con un mundo maravilloso,
un mundo donde los malvados desaparecieron
un mundo donde solo los honestos prevalecieron
En ese mundo que soñé
todos éramos perfectamente iguales,
viejos y jóvenes, blancos y negros, mujeres y hombres,
al fin todos como una gran familia
En mi sueño que tuve anoche
las armas fueron destruidas,
los ejércitos de todas partes disueltos
y cualquier otra fuerza de orden.
Soñando este mundo veía
a todos con una misma riqueza
subsistiendo del esfuerzo fraternal
y de todos un dadivoso actuar
En mi sueño alucinante
los jueces y abogados, políticos y administradores
inútiles en esta gran nación sin líder
donde todos los Estados habían desaparecido
Soñaba este mundo utópico,
nadie recibía más que otro,
el gozo y la dicha era universal ,
y aún las penurias de uno correspondían a tLuna Roja1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Beat of Wardarkness come
with the beat of the drum
women cry
good men die
the children be drunk on rumThe Beat of War1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.

You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
They loved you there back home, urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.

Doubters and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!

Your legacy lives on, hope was born tJackie!3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

revolutionsrestore our iron roots
lose soul in revolts
never tire;
rise, run
no rest over nervousness
ties tie no lion
ties never tie us
no virtue
no rules
soon it's our turn
to evolve
into revolversrevolutions4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

amends We still oweguilt not gilded
flown over - enfolded
plain still
unfairly the fight

at cold frosty dawn
slow-softly it came
came heedless
to darkly alight

our war torn mid-West
in tee-pees intense
we murdered them
wrongly - left right

reserved and forsaken
twelve steps seldom taken
brave dignity
bottled in blight

too much after money
we've never done sorry
weak heart-ed
diverted our freight

freedom misguided
fault undecided
lip serving
too easy - too late

llp - dA - may2013amends We still owe4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Fruit of my LaborsIn these woods so little known
I've found a man up in a tree
--but whom is he?

Should I prod him with this stick--
send him wobbling?

and how did he get up so high
with no low branch from which to hang,
how did he climb?

I suppose that's no matter now,
how he came to be up there,
where, I guess, he
could have used his length of rope
to rise beyond a mortal man
(I notice that with the one I hold
it may be both he and I that can.)

And yet he, he chose to swing
from the thickest, lowest branch,
the noose to here with which he came,
the same
kind of tool I've come here with,
given before the wood told to walk.

If I toss an end up over him
anThe Fruit of my Labors5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Phalanxes

The Phalanxes

Their souls seal the seeker,
Their minds melt the matters,
Higher, they march, further,
Faster, fight, foreseers.

Ere,the elite elbows,
Its way wiggling toward,
The foes, fending forward,
Vying to vouch their vows.

Sacred Sparta, section,
A pure pyre pushes,
The Phalanxes 6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The coldest equation always winsThe coldest equation always wins,
The abhorréd shears curtail;
The solace of memory barely begins
To refill the desolate grail.The coldest equation always wins1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Zugang zu den freien GedankenDemokratie verschleiert
verfälschte Gesetze
verwaltet von Privatfirmen
beschnittene Rechte
die Ausgestoßene kontrollieren

Demokratie lebt von fiktiven Filmen
- grafisch bearbeitete Plenarsäle
vorgetäuschter Anwesenheit
verführt durch Zauberreden
inszenierter Freiheit

Demokratie der Politfamilien
im Postenschacher der Hinterzieher
der Arbeit-MACHT-frei
Geschäftsbereiche mit Anstalten
Nutzlose zu Tode zu verwalten

Demokratisches Entsorgungssystem
Utensil abhängiger Schulden
Freibrief der Vollstrecker und Jagdhunden
im 1 EURO Sklaven-
Haltungsproblem

Demokratie der ökonomischen Waffe
Bankräuber die Staaten schröpfen
Hierarchie der elitäreZugang zu den freien Gedanken1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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the true republicthe true republic lies beneath the sea
a single bound will take you straightway there
it's our first homeland where we were born free

look where the master will not let you see
far past the fictive kingdoms of the air
the true republic lies beneath the sea

no effort's needed for each one to flee
just leave right now and be at ease from care
it's our first homeland where we were born free

where we learnt justice at our mother's knee
return' so easy we just have to dare
the true republic lies beneath the sea

not far at all we note the mango tree
the purple bloom the old man on his chair
it's our first homeland where we were born free

the pthe true republic1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Among Common StonesAmong Common Stones
Among the piles and the rows
Of common uncut stones
You will sometimes find a jewel
A priceless, precious stone
I have gone on for years
Heart-broken and alone
Trying to find a rare jewel
Among the tons of common stones
For though you may see me like them
If you look deeper then you will see
I can and will never be like them
Nor will they ever be like me
So she who will stay at my side
Must be a jewel among those stones
And if she proves to be like them
Then 't were better that I stay alone
'Well, at last, without searching, I have met Puabi
and she is very uncommon.'Among Common Stones1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

FreedomI looked into his eyes
and saw inside his soul.
So much fucking pain
and so little control.
I took a loaded gun,
and shot him, set him free
and now he's lying dead...
... he's alive to me.Freedom1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

profit's just another word for NothingLeftToSpill

Black as tar sand, black as oil,
Blacker than the poisoned soil.
Blackened hearts in soulless toil,
Blackguards joy, to life, despoil.profit's just another word for NothingLeftToSpill1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

DruglordAh! Tinpot tyrant
And all thine blue tracked trappings
Swagger and smile your way
Through an estate-empire.
Your hand wounds are from fights
In dirty, drug-drowned parks
And larks have oft born witness
to your witness-bereft banditry.
No Christ be you of hand wounds
But a Herod-kill their boys with bullets
And daughters with a scalded spoon.

The cocaine castles
With needle knights
Keep long life a legend within
Those wicked walls.
And yet I, preacher-poet sitting here
And drinking a smug-smiling ice tea.
How could I hope, ever begin to see
Just what is your lot, what you are forced to be?Druglord1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

CityA heavenly choir of engines
Fills the steepled night
Lit up by the holy stars
Of the building’s light

The fat owners in their gilded thrones
Sow fear in the masses
Put terror in trembling bones
With their threats of sales and taxes

The infinite arches of this false cathedral
Grow larger on their minds
It’s pillars of bolts and braces, TV screens and fake fireplaces,
So nauseatingly high as to make them blind
To the rest of the world outside

Is there any blood inside
This ticking heart at all?
Anything still alive
Behind these towering walls?

If you listen closely,
On the sickly breeze
You can hear the quiet cries,
The soCity2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

We are WATCHING YOU

We are WATCHING YOU

George Orwell wrote Nineteen Eighty - Four ,
A prying eye on our dire.
Who has now forgotten Yorkshire :
Innocuous bloods Thatcher did pour ?

As the Bald Eagle held in his claws,
Both sharp arrows and seeds of stillness,
What about Oklahoma's madness,
How could this era blur its fierce flaws ?

“[That] voice, from an oblong metal plaque'' ,
Filling us with a poisonous plague,
Is an everlasting illness,
The curio of our sickness,

Thus never letting go. And staining,
Our utopia at its core :
Some will say can I get an encore ?
Slaying keys to our redeeming...

So, souls, did we get Some Great Reward,
Have we trappedWe are WATCHING YOU2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Rage of CelestiaRage of Celestia

You’ve invaded my land
Want to steal golden crown
Kill the peace by furious hand
And destroy our home

Your haughty, wiseless step
Awaked my rage after years
It’s totally unexpected
And brings your poor end

Thought, that i’m mercyful lady?
With no power, with no strenght
So smell steel what is tasty
Feel the touch of my rage

Harmony isn’t defenceless
I’m ready to pay the price
To take hit on my chest
It’s your turn, roll the dice!Rage of Celestia2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Breve entendimento sobre o amorO velho físico novamente explicava se gabando
- O arco-íris não é nenhuma mágica
São apenas prismas nos restos das gotas d'água!
E a magia lentamente ia morrendo, ia acabando.

O psicólogo conversava com os pais sobre as crianças
- Aquilo de falar mamã ou papá é apenas mimética meu senhor!
Não se preocupe, ele não gosta mais dela, é apenas um imitador.
E o mistério ia se apagando nas palavras daquele homem.

Nesse pedaço de tempo, o jovem poeta escrevia
Prestando atenção na métrica de cada verso
Buscando explicações para seu nobre sentimento
Mas ele não achava, e buscava noite e dia

Não iria mesmo encontrar, ele sabia, por que o amor
Ah, o aBreve entendimento sobre o amor2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

La soif de connaissance
N'a aucune subsistance
Quand rien ne vient la diriger,

Et un jeune assoiffé,
Dans ce récit par ce fait
Mal compris se retrouvera piégé.

Le professeur offert
Par la foule attendrie
Au premier cours comprit
Ne rien pouvoir en faire.

Éduquer cet élève
N'était pas plus qu'un vain rêve,
Devinez qui ce maître était :

Le Sage qui montrait la Lune !
Le Sage qui montrait la Lune !

L'astronomie ! La science de l'immense !
N'éveillait nulle présence
Dans ses yeux d'apprenti.

Il regardait le doigt
Quand il s'élevait bien droit
Et de savoir se trouvait investi :

Le Sage lui montrait la Lune !
Le Sage lui montrait la Lune !

L'Idiot2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Stumbled and FoundMen and Women
Stumbled and Found
Like rock candy packets dripped in your mouth
We wicks in the candle go "pop-pop-pop!"
Knowing one day the candle runs out

Have you ever been trapped with the speakers?
Aiming their sense waves at your brainwaves
Bringing the present
Giving no future?
Working, not working, waiting around
there's a few more leaves on the tree
But all you've done is stood on the ground

Boys, Girls try to listen
Your time is fun to be tied unto whispers
Bring the world that you wanted when young
not to haunt you but guide you while your life is undone

The world has millions of songs of time and age
and there will be millions oStumbled and Found2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

UnorthodoxHighway cradles
false fate abound.
Molds countless things,
thy Valley Sound.
Untread pavement
courts seeker hearts.
Devours keen,
ye Clear[?] Restart.
If turning back
to lose it all
crafts destiny
then here I'll fall.Unorthodox2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Free to be CelebrityIt's so sad that they murder,
and They all get away,
The law by their side,
They have money to pay,

While we all just get locked up,
and forgotten in time,
For a small piece of bread,
Or a toe across the lineFree to be Celebrity2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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