- So what else can you do?
- Hmmmm… i can read some foreign poetry for you…
- Huh… ok…
- You sure?
- Go ahead
-Ok, here we go…
«Мишка, мишенька, медведь, научи меня пердеть…» (Teddy, Teddy, Teddy bear, could you teach me how to fart and do not fear)
- It's Russian?
- I`m not sure, but i suppose it is…
-Ouh…
A empty swing to carry me above the problems,
safety gate to keep away the ghosts in my head.
Higher and higher, a birds journey.
A place to preserve the freedom,
dreams to cling on to on the monkey bars.
The children's happiness lingers here,
clearing my thoughts for now.
I want this taste of lightness to
extend on infinitely.
I thinking about making a political party group. by J-R-M-N-K-E, journal
I thinking about making a political party group.
I'm thinking about making a political party group on Deviantart. The political party group will be called the World Party.
Information of The World Party:
Name: The World Party.
Logo: .
President of The World Party: ~J-R-M-N-K-E (https://www.deviantart.com/j-r-m-n-k-e)J-R-M-N-K-E.
Vice President of The World Party: Nobody yet.
Senate Leader of The World Party: Nobody Yet.
House Leader of The World Party: Nobody Yet.
Ideology: *Progressivism-Conservatism (Middle ground on Progressivism and Conservatism).
*Communism-Capitalism (Middle ground on Communism and Capitalism).
*Social Liberalism-Neoliberalism (Middle ground on Social Liberalism and Neoliberalism).
*Green Pol
"Sprinkling delicacies in your irises,
Floating gently to sit besides you, and tell a tale or two."
I hold the hands of the sleepless trying to give them
the nudge to the early morn.
Numerous sense my presence as I pull them from the
dark images below the eyelids,to turn off that movie projector.
This task takes floating from individual to individual.
I.
I travel on to a hospital down the road and,
all dreams of death will pour out of their pores, a cancer stank.
I collect the offensive odor and prepare them for the next days givings.
II.
To the no nonsense lawyers and doctors with dreams of surgery.
I send them succ
Love
Love comes in so many forms,
growing and changing swiftly with the ages.
A mama recording her sons first walk to her husband over seas with a shaky camera.
"It's only a storm," the big brother says to his sister whiles he takes out the instant hot chocolate.
A teenager opening her slammed door, ready to admit to her parents she doesn't hate them.
On a worn blanket, a college kid handing his boyfriend a rose, hoping it will be enough.
Girls squealing as they throw their diplomas up into air and go out into the real world together.
A father proudly patting his wife's baby bump, a first miracle.
A women kissing her father goodbye as
You fill me up with bubbles,
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
Christianity and Manorialism Undermined the Clan by diddles25, literature
Literature
Christianity and Manorialism Undermined the Clan
Riaghail an fine ‘n Àrsaidheachd na Roinne-Eòrpa ‘n Iar,The clan ruled the Antiquity of Western Europe,
Is smaoinich an Stàit is a’ Chrìosdaidheachd i bagrach…And the State and Christianity thought it a threat…
Cheadaich fin’ ath-phòsadh ‘s brisidh phòsaidh ‘s ioma-phòsadh,Clans allowed remarriage and divorce and polygamy,
Mhì-mhisnich Crìosdaidhean na dòigh seo shìolachaidh…Christians discouraged these forms of multiplying…
Cheadaich fineachan coileapaich is uchd-mhacachd,Clans allowed concubines and adoption,
Mhì-mhisnich
The Changing of the Global Climate by diddles25, literature
Literature
The Changing of the Global Climate
Abair gun iarr mi na luchd sin gun diùlt e a bhith ceart,How I want for those who deny it to be correct,
Ach dùisgidh mi, och, ris am fhìrinn uile latha…!But I, alas, awaken to the truth every day…
Abair gun iarr mi a theicheadh às na coir seo eagalach ‘nis,How I want to escape from these frightening conditions now,
Ach dùisgidh mi, och, ris am fhìrinn uile latha…!But I, alas, awaken to the truth every day…
Abair gun iarr mi gum bithinn uile-chumhachdach ‘s gar shàbhladh,How I want that I would be almighty and save us,
Ach dùisgidh mi, och, ris am fhìrinn uile la
Behind every poem is a person,
poetry is just a synonym for life story;
woven into every poem is some truth,
whether its the writers or to a scenario a writer connects to.
Poets want to convey parts of life in a few lines, sum everything up right.
Its like trying to grab sand, never being able to catch enough words on your page.
Poetry is also used to figure out the unknown,
used as a therapy and constant for all those who seek it.
If you know how you look for it.
But all good things eventually come to an end, as it must.
The curtain closes, pen capped and life goes on.
But there is always more to say in the next poem.