prdctvsm Posted May 14, 2020 Share Posted May 14, 2020 Beautiful Yuroke Red River Gum by Lisa Bellear Sometimes the red river gums rustled in the beginning of colonization when Wurundjeri Bunnerong Wathauring and other Kulin nations sang and danced and laughed aloud Not too long and there are fewer red river gums, the Yarra Yarra tribe’s blood becomes the river’s rich red clay There are maybe two red river gums a scarred tree which overlooks the Melbourne Cricket Ground the survivors of genocide watch and camp out, live, breathe in various parks ’round Fitzroy and down town cosmopolitan St Kilda And some of us mob have graduated from Koori Kollij, Preston TAFE, the Melbin Yewni Red river gums are replaced by plane trees from England and still the survivors watch. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
prdctvsm Posted June 11, 2020 Share Posted June 11, 2020 Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
prdctvsm Posted May 27, 2021 Share Posted May 27, 2021 Above us in the beautiful summer sky There was a cloud I could see for a long time It was very white and very far up And as I looked up, it was gone (Bertolt Brecht) 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YEK Posted May 27, 2021 Share Posted May 27, 2021 “WARNING” Inside everybody’s nose There lives a sharp-toothed snail. So if you stick your finger in, He may bite off your nail. Stick it farther up inside, And he may bite your ring off. Stick it all the way, and he May bite the whole darn thing off. -shel silverstein 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
exitonly Posted May 27, 2021 Share Posted May 27, 2021 i once heard of a woman who’s into autechre so i searched far and wide until i met her i took her to dine but was disappointed to find she thought they were oneohtrix point never 3 1 1 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dingformung Posted May 28, 2021 Share Posted May 28, 2021 Mil hombres, mil cabezas, mil países, mil costumbres. Mil años, mil razones, mil preguntas. Mil amores, mil lágrimas, mil deseos mil milagros. Mil noches, mil días, mil horas mil años. Mil peleas, mil victorias, mil derrotas, mil guerras. Mil animales, mil plantas, mil idiomas, mil colores. Mil maravillas, mil valles, mil montañas, mil lagos. Mil mundos, mil pueblos, mil países mil historias. Mil acertijos, mil preguntas, mil secretos mil respuestas. Mil mentiras, mil palabras, mil palabras mil verdades. Mil oraciones, mil pensamientos, mil lagrimas mil paredes. Mil mundos, mil valles, mil montañas, mil lagos. Mil sueños A thousand men, a thousand heads, a thousand countries, a thousand customs. A thousand years, a thousand reasons, a thousand questions. A thousand love affairs, a thousand tears, a thousand wishes a thousand miracles. A thousand nights, a thousand days, a thousand hours a thousand years. A thousand fights, a thousand victories, a thousand defeats, a thousand wars. A thousand animals, a thousand plants, a thousand languages, a thousand colors. A thousand wonders, a thousand valleys, a thousand mountains, a thousand lakes. A thousand worlds, a thousand peoples, a thousand countries a thousand stories. A thousand riddles, a thousand questions, a thousand secrets a thousand answers. A thousand lies, a thousand words, a thousand words a thousand truths. A thousand prayers, a thousand thoughts, a thousand tears a thousand walls. A thousand worlds, a thousand valleys, a thousand mountains, a thousand lakes. A thousand dreams Tausend Mann, tausend Köpfe, tausend Länder, tausend Sitten. Tausend Jahre, tausend Gründe, tausend Fragen. Tausend Liebschaften, tausend Tränen, tausend Wünsche, tausend Wunder. Tausend Nächte, tausend Tage, tausend Stunden, tausend Jahre. Tausend Kämpfe, tausend Siege, tausend Niederlagen, tausend Kriege. Tausend Tiere, tausend Pflanzen, tausend Sprachen, tausend Farben. Tausend Wunder, tausend Täler, tausend Berge, tausend Seen. Tausend Welten, tausend Völker, tausend Länder, tausend Geschichten. Tausend Rätsel, tausend Fragen, tausend Geheimnisse, tausend Antworten. Tausend Lügen, tausend Worte, tausend Worte, tausend Wahrheiten. Tausend Gebete, tausend Gedanken, tausend Tränen, tausend Wände. Tausend Welten, tausend Täler, tausend Berge, tausend Seen. Tausend Träume Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xox Posted May 28, 2021 Share Posted May 28, 2021 bike but buk butt (:) . ball be take one & goes get go teo takes took wok ; / book bat but HEY! _oner ten video saw (( 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iococoi Posted May 28, 2021 Share Posted May 28, 2021 (edited) schtzngrmm schtzngrmm schtzngrmm t-t-t-t t-t-t-t grrrmmmmm t-t-t-t s---------c---------h tzngrmm tzngrmm tzngrmm grrrmmmmm schtzn schtzn t-t-t-t t-t-t-t schtzngrmm schtzngrmm tssssssssssssss grrt grrrrrt grrrrrrrrrt scht scht t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t scht tzngrmm tzngrmm t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t scht scht scht scht scht grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr t-tt Your browser does not support the HTML5 audio tag https://www.ubu.com/media/sound/jandl_ernst/laut_luise/Jandl-Ernst_Laut-Luise_09_schtzngrmm.mp3 Edited May 28, 2021 by iococoi 1 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Limo Posted May 28, 2021 Share Posted May 28, 2021 There was a young girl of Baroda Who built an erotic pagoda; The walls of its halls Were festooned with the balls And the tools of the fools that bestrode her. (Swinburne) 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scaramouche Posted May 28, 2021 Share Posted May 28, 2021 I once went to bed with a nun by pointing a pistol at one; said she, with a quaver, that’s a good big persuader, but what is the point of the gun? (Gass/The Tunnel) 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xox Posted May 28, 2021 Share Posted May 28, 2021 1 minute ago, Shimon_Shimon said: but what is the point of the gun? It rhymes with ‘nun’? 1 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dingformung Posted May 29, 2021 Share Posted May 29, 2021 LISTE ZUR VEREINFACHTEN ERLEDIGUNG DES EINKAUFS ZUR DECKUNG DES BEDARFS AN ZUM KONSUM BESTIMMTEN NAHRUNGS- UND GENUSSMITTELN: 1. KARTOFFELN 2. SAFT 3. WEITERE SÜSSGETRÄNKE, WIE ZUM BEISPIEL MALZBIER 4. MANDELMILCH 5. EIER 6. TOMATEN 7. ZWIEBELN 9. NUDELN 10. BROT 11. SCHOKOLADE 12. LAUCH (DIESE LISTE ERSCHEINT BISLANG UNVÖLLSTÄNDIG) 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
toaoaoad Posted May 29, 2021 Share Posted May 29, 2021 They that wash on Monday Have all the week to dry;They that wash on Tuesday Are not so much awry;They that wash on Wednesday Are not so much to blame;They that wash on Thursday, Wash for shame;They that wash on Friday, Wash for need;And they that wash on Saturday, Are sluts indeed. (Anon) 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
prdctvsm Posted June 1, 2021 Share Posted June 1, 2021 The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dingformung Posted June 30, 2021 Share Posted June 30, 2021 if i was a woman i would be a hoe i havent had sex in too long of a while have had it many times with numerous women but now i forgot how to ask for it i'm scared of my penis it's a strange animal i'm masturbating as i'm typing these words (that's why there are no capital letters) i'm listening to a georgian language lesson and hearing choirs my penis is semi erect, i never ejaculate unless i do this is good i feel safe but i will feel unsafe strange day merry xmas 1 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dingformung Posted July 4, 2021 Share Posted July 4, 2021 eggs are brown rice is white spinach is green i want sex lots lots lots lots of sex 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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geosmina Posted July 4, 2021 Share Posted July 4, 2021 27 minutes ago, dingformung said: eggs are brown rice is white spinach is green i want sex lots lots lots lots of sex 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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dingformung Posted July 7, 2021 Share Posted July 7, 2021 give up giving up start to fail get tired dreams of failure wake up give up will tired give up open me up I am happy open me up get scared give up open me up get weak give up will tired fall asleep wake up exhausted wake up exhausted wake up exhausted see feel hear feel quality curiosity see feel hear Hopelessness see feel hear hope see feel hear force see feel hear courage see feel hear (Costs) see feel hear Despair see feel hear courage see feel hear Despair see feel hear force see feel hear courage see feel hear (Costs) see feel hear curiosity see Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
prdctvsm Posted July 8, 2021 Share Posted July 8, 2021 Ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; — World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample a kingdom down. We, in the ages lying, In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself in our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. A breath of our inspiration Is the life of each generation; A wondrous thing of our dreaming Unearthly, impossible seeming — The soldier, the king, and the peasant Are working together in one, Till our dream shall become their present, And their work in the world be done. They had no vision amazing Of the goodly house they are raising; They had no divine foreshowing Of the land to which they are going: But on one man's soul it hath broken, A light that doth not depart; And his look, or a word he hath spoken, Wrought flame in another man's heart. And therefore to-day is thrilling With a past day's late fulfilling; And the multitudes are enlisted In the faith that their fathers resisted, And, scorning the dream of to-morrow, Are bringing to pass, as they may, In the world, for its joy or its sorrow, The dream that was scorned yesterday. But we, with our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see, Our souls with high music ringing: O men! it must ever be That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. For we are afar with the dawning And the suns that are not yet high, And out of the infinite morning Intrepid you hear us cry — How, spite of your human scorning, Once more God's future draws nigh, And already goes forth the warning That ye of the past must die. Great hail! we cry to the comers From the dazzling unknown shore; Bring us hither your sun and your summers; And renew our world as of yore; You shall teach us your song's new numbers, And things that we dreamed not before: Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers, And a singer who sings no more. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dingformung Posted July 27, 2021 Share Posted July 27, 2021 existence is organic and fleshy more than a human can know die 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
prdctvsm Posted July 28, 2021 Share Posted July 28, 2021 I KNOW THE WAY YOU CAN GET I know the way you can get when you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned about a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror and nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness and call an important conference in a tall tree. They decide which secret code to chant to help your mind and soul. Even angels fear that brand of madness that arrays itself against the world And throws sharp stones and spears into the innocent and into one’s self. O I know the way you can get if you have not been drinking Love: You might rip apart every sentence your friends and teachers say, looking for hidden clauses. You might weigh every word on a scale like a dead fish. You might pull out a ruler to measure from every angle in your darkness The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once trusted. I know the way you can get if you have not had a drink from Love’s hands. That is why all the Great Ones speak of the vital need to keep remembering God, So you will come to know and see Him as being so playful and wanting, just wanting to help. That is why Hafiz says: bring your cup near me, for all I care about is quenching your thirst for freedom! All a sane man can ever care about is giving Love! — Hafiz 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
baph Posted July 28, 2021 Share Posted July 28, 2021 Whoh oh, oh This disport is so augmatic (AUGMATIC) It is like a kind of magic (MAGIC) And baby when you dance I can see a bowl of crisps in your eyes (EYES) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
toaoaoad Posted October 11, 2021 Share Posted October 11, 2021 (edited) On 5/29/2021 at 1:16 PM, toaoaoad said: They that wash on Monday Have all the week to dry; They that wash on Tuesday Are not so much awry; They that wash on Wednesday Are not so much to blame; They that wash on Thursday, Wash for shame; They that wash on Friday, Wash for need; And they that wash on Saturday, Are sluts indeed. (Anon) K I remember it was bugging me a little when I posted this because I knew it seemed a bit off from the version I had heard originally, but couldn't find it anywhere, and all the versions of it online were more or less like this one. But I just found the original one I'd seen in a book. For what it's worth (you decide which is better) -- Wash Day They that wash on Monday Have all the week to dry; They that wash on Tuesday They have pretty nigh; They that wash on Wednesday Have half the week past; They that wash on Thursday Are very near the last; They that wash on Friday Wash for need; They that wash on Saturday Are sluts indeed. (TRADITIONAL) Edited October 11, 2021 by toaoaoad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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