Beden sükun içinde yatar yeşil türbede,
Amma güzel diliniz konuşur mesnevide.

Ey hazreti Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi,
Hazreti Şems güneştir size, siz aydır Şemse.

O pak mesnevi içinde neler buldum, neler,
Süzünüz bir deryadır, her şey vardır içinde.

Her kese açıktır bu derya, fakir ya zengin,
Ders, güzellik ile hikmet katarsınız şiire.

Allah'u Teala çok razı olsun sizinle,
Mahvî'nin süsü bu, helal olsun bu kaside.

ders ah leetola hole ah in ah dee woll in my housse wherre i like to go to crrawl into and ah hide and wear childrens clothing. Ah you knoww,, de diapers and ah things. twirly hats and big ah big ah BIG swirly lolli pops. so ah delicious of a baby do i become. EVERY stranger on de whole neighborhood wants to ah talk ah to mee. im so cute ah. ders a no way around it. and i like to ah show it off. yess... to enTICE ah dee old mens. who are so helpless in front of me dey can not ah stop. no stopp ah de drooling in de mouth. no stopp ah de grrabbing with der hanns. no stopp from de taking off ah de clothes ah to make a sandwich de amore with ah leetol baby mee. but ah dey ah can not ah FIT in dis tiny tiny tiny hole in ah my woll in ah my housse....and i go to bed lonely and crying. i feel ah so BAD! so BAD for de other lonely lonely mans who are all probably doing very ah cute things too in de holes in ah der wolls in ah der housses... it iss ah truth to bear.. god..no god...whoo knows.. all i ah do know iss diss: we are all ah lonely sad peoples dressing like de baby in ah hole in de wolls in ah our housse. for tears of crying, i give to you.

Am I passing or am I fasting from the first time it’s just too long lasting not knowing where your soul lies is it in the sky can you grab it with your fists is it gentle is it your first time doing this I need some rubbing on my temples it’s a new angel from the times of bliss I’m slow but I do it better learn fast we’re different but let’s try another choking cherubs we steal it the water from Zion it started with eve ramblings laying on my dresser I don’t know what my soul speaks it’s ders please ders says ders got all the language to find the knowledge in your head but wake up you’re different in my dreams ders is flying open eyelids I don’t know why I try this therapeutic tumbles guts jumbled y’all too scared I’m scared we don’t like to talk about this **** weight lifts we let it out hair clips bald **** is it the alcohol after all the narcissism swimming ball from heads to toes blood content overflows the boat don’t go down that stream don’t let your mind think those things don’t fumble when your hearts already rumbling learn how to talk right manifest the good things to live by I’m ending all negative thinking by letting out my mind y’all should give it a try

Look lady, do I look bovver'd it's botched?
You wanted bespoke and that’s just what you got.  
I alreddy told ya, I’m chock-a-block with jobs,
so this the best of a very bad job.

Now, fair enough, it might look bog standard,
but you must remember, it was already cack-‘anded,
so I'd thank you for shutting your gob
with all your talk of you bein' robbed.  

Look, your ladyship, you might well be miffed,
but I’m sure you can make do with a little skew-wiffed,
so ‘and over the readies and make it swift -
I’ll walk away and we’ll call it quits.  

You know me and my rep round this manor,
if you don’t cough up I know a right tasty geezer
who will breeze over ‘ere and wrap each of his fingers
round a whole lot more than your French wind-ders.

- That’s a lot better, you’ve got a nice gaff
and I’m sure neither of us want all of the faff
that goes with ‘ard feelings and still ‘arder stares
through broken front wind-ders and costly repairs.

You know what I mean?

Hours, flying. Kites seen from far away beaches. In

your mind, brilliant colour display. A sunny day, quiet

southern wind approaching. He is rubbing her back

and shoulder under the great blue sky. The sea is

everlasting. Happy moment, she is smiling. Single kite


ascending into another blue sky. Tropical cyclone

is cutting loose, the hours are critical. Seconds away

from flooding the beds, hills, mountains, and the stars,

wake up! True romance, he is rubbing her back & shoul-

ders, a subsidy of love, only for the young generation.

Det gør ondt i maven
Fortvivlensen kan mærkes
Her kan fornuften ikke nå
Vi kører hurtigt
Ud af vinduet forsvinder verden langsomt
Her sidder vi
samlet i et ***
på vej mod hvad?
Vi ved det ikke
Men de andre er ikke nervøse
de sidder i ders egen verden
deres verden af pixels og radiobølger
hver og én

Men ikke mig
som den eneste er jeg her
men som den eneste
er jeg uden for ufællesskabet

Hvad var der før?
Hvad kommer der?

Intet er det samme
Lettere
men ikke bedre
ikke lykkeligere

Det er sandt
vi har hele natten
men natten er ikke det samme
for den er oplyst
af det blå lys
det blå lys, der trænger ind alle steder.

A hand on the devil
A worth of wisdom
In the mouths of a brothers story
As he walks and
Another rides away
Freedoms as sayings

Padraig O'tuamas requests

In barreled ink
I fished
For semblance
Of Yeats in turgenevs torrents of spring

Ivanovich Turgenev
The turning kettle of Irish poetry

Viktoriia Roshchyna the betrayal of cuisine and intrusion into espionage

as to confuscius and another Kong Qiu
in my ink i tanslate light and dark paths
into the possibility of herstory
eden's remorse was for you
my season is upon me
and into history the world is weeping

debacle is past tense
good morning americans

Zuck I ran the gambit
Everything seemed and spiffed sir

The Pinnacle the dilemma manager black thoughts on page no ders denon
Cancel the poet
Porters a bouter
Nyc

Eve e e and riri the collard greenin'