Bei dem versuch @Juicy van der Fla wie früher mal wieder ein Gedicht ins Gästebuch zu spammen bin ich an der Zeichengrenze gescheiter, deshalb jetzt auf diesem Wege.
Leda and the Swan
By W. B. Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
Der große bihinderte Gedichtefaden
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#2 Juicy van der Fla 20 Aug. 2022, 11:24Zitat von: Birdlawyer-24/7 reloaded
Bei dem versuch @Juicy van der Fla wie früher mal wieder ein Gedicht ins Gästebuch zu spammen bin ich an der Zeichengrenze gescheiter, deshalb jetzt auf diesem Wege.Wie se alle am simpen sind.
Leda and the Swan
By W. B. Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
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#3 Blauhaus 20 Aug. 2022, 11:48Miiis-suuus Landers was a health nut.
She cooked food in a wok.
Mr. Harris was her boyfriend,
And he had a great big-
Cock-a-doodle-doodle,
The rooster just won't quit
And I don't want my breakfast,
Because it tastes like-
Shih tzus make good house pets.
They're cuddly and sweet.
Monkeys aren't good to have,
Because they like to beat their-
Meeting in the office
Or eating in the hall,
The boss, he wants to see you
So you can suck his
Balzac was a writer,
He lived with Allen Funt
Mrs. Roberts didn't like him,
But that's 'cause she's a-
Contaminated water
Can really make you sick.
Your bladder gets infected,
And blood comes out your-
Dictate what I'm saying,
'cause it will bring you luck
And if you all don't like it,
I don't give a flying fuck!
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#5 Pretty Flower 20 Aug. 2022, 12:12Zitat von: Birdlawyer-24/7 reloaded
Bei dem versuch @Juicy van der Fla wie früher mal wieder ein Gedicht ins Gästebuch zu spammen bin ich an der Zeichengrenze gescheiter, deshalb jetzt auf diesem Wege.
Leda and the Swan
By W. B. Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? -
#6 DieAutoren 20 Aug. 2022, 18:18Zitat von: Lyoner
War auch klar, dass der Thread von ner Tucke erstellt wurdeBirdlawyer macht auf intellektuell mit Poesie von Yeats
@Lyoner und @DieAutoren bangen diesen Incel in den Po zum Beat Dieser Beitrag wurde von DieAutoren am 20.08.2022 18:23:41 bearbeitet. -
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#8 DieAutoren 20 Aug. 2022, 18:25
Zitat von: Birdlawyer-24/7 reloaded
Bei dem versuch @Juicy van der Fla wie früher mal wieder ein Gedicht ins Gästebuch zu spammenAmateur.
Die steht auf Selbstgedichtetes, genau wie Moni.
Unvergessen zeitlose Poesiemeisterwerke wie "Ungezeigt" und "Vati geb die Schlöpse frei" -
#9 GеIöschtеs Mitglied 40210 20 Aug. 2022, 20:27
Zitat:
All time favourite von Tennyson:
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
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#10 Birdlawyer-24/7 reloaded 20 Aug. 2022, 21:27
@DüsseldorferDschenner1510 wenn du mich quasi zum Simpen einlässt...
Because I Could Not Stop for Death
By Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
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#11 DieAutoren 20 Aug. 2022, 22:30
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Emily DickinsonER HAT SCHWANDS GESAGT!!!!!
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#12 Birdlawyer-24/7 reloaded 20 Aug. 2022, 22:51
Zitat von: DieAutoren
ER HAT SCHWANDS GESAGT!!!!!Dick-in-son schwedisch für Käsepizzaliebhaber.
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#15 BLAU 20 Aug. 2022, 23:00@Birdlawyer-24/7 reloaded repostet lyrischen Erguss von irischen Homodandys um seinen Ruf zu retten,
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#16 GеIöschtеs Mitglied 40210 20 Aug. 2022, 23:04
Mandalay von Rudyard Kipling
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay! "
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay ?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat - jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:
Bloomin' idol made o' mud
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!
On the road to Mandalay...
When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "Kulla-lo-lo!
With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin my cheek
We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.
Elephints a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
On the road to Mandalay...
But that's all shove be'ind me - long ago an' fur away
An' there ain't no 'busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
No! you won't 'eed nothin' else
But them spicy garlic smells,
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay...
I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted English drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
Beefy face an' grubby 'and -
Law! wot do they understand?
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Mandalay...
Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
O the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay !
Da will man doch glatt wieder sei schöne Kolonien wieder ham
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#17 Birdlawyer-24/7 reloaded 20 Aug. 2022, 23:30
@DüsseldorferDschenner1510 würde ich ambivalenter werten.
The White Man’s Burden
Rudyard Kippling
Take up the White Man's burden -
Send forth the best ye breed -
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness
On fluttered folk and wild -
Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.
Take up the White Man's burden -
In patience to abide
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain,
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.
Take up the White Man's burden -
The savage wars of peace -
Fill full the mouth of famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.
Take up the White Man's burden -
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper -
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead !
Take up the White Man's burden -
And reap his old reward,
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard -
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah slowly !) towards the light:-
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
"Our loved Egyptian night ?"
Take up the White Man's burden -
Ye dare not stoop to less -
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.
Take up the White Man's burden -
Have done with childish days -
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgement of your peers. -
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#19 GеIöschtеs Mitglied 40210 21 Aug. 2022, 00:34
Es gab einen Spinner aus Netzeband,
der hatte nen empathischen duftigen Schwanz.
Wurd von der Yuna gegrüßt,
bedankt er sich süß,
der psychopathische Spinner aus Netzeband. -
