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Bra-Tee Jun 2014
In the middle of the night, I met death at the kitchen: Having a glass of milk. I didn't wash them dishes, so death be not proud; for drinking out a ***** cup... Oh spare me death, my beef was not with thee; but with my own flesh...
Whilst by the stove,I feel the coldness u brought with. I jest for a favour,can you please have "Ubuntu" and hand me over the spoon so my lips can taste the sip of mercy? My cup runs over yet I never drink from it. Allow me this once to say my final prayer and vanquish my hunger with mothers mqomboti...tonight I met death inda kitchen.... No cookies for my milk!
Simpleton Sep 2013
There's a storm brewing
And don't we know it
The atmosphere's tense
But no one shows it

Hiding behind netted windows
Lights switched off
Watching them go at each other
All revved up to take a shot

What happened to moral duty
And guilty conscious
You weren't part of it
So its not your problem
See and hear all evil
No one's prepared to be a witness

So we fear the sharks
All silently thinking the same thing
Two gangs can't run one block
Out here no one's got your back

A phone call is all it would take
To calm them down or to prevent
But no one risks the trace
And everyone hates a traitor

So we watch in dismay
At the crime infested disarray
Lips sealed in fear
Praying to get out of here

Cos when the fight comes near
You don't want to be around
For your own life is dear
To be chalked upon the ground
fatima Dec 2019
naglalakad sa gitna ng kadiliman
at nakapikit sa paghakbang ng walang kasiguraduhan
ang sigaw ng paghihirap ay tinik sa lalamunan
ang pighati ay dinadala sa paglalakbay

ilang patalim na ang aking tinahak
makuha lamang ang ninanais ng kaluluwa
ngunit bakit kahit ilang patalim ang lunukin
kailanma'y hindi makakamtan ang ninanais

binalot ng pait at galit sa paghihirap
may pag-asa pa nga bang matatanaw
sa isang paglalakbay na puno ng sakit
isang sakit na unti-unting lumulumpo sa aking kaluluwa

mababatid pa nga ba ang kinabukasan
sa paglalakbay na puno ng hinagpis
at pag-inda ng mabibigat na dalahin
sa isang pikit-matang paghihirap.
Marco Raimondi May 2017
Idália:
Glórias! Que do abismo dão-se as profundezas
E o paradoxo de uma noite escura à luz do dia
Mas que, perto de meus olhos, brilha acesa
A minha admiração magna que por ti sentia!
Tu és tudo, mais que humano
Mas apenas minhas pálpebras podem únicas sentir teu oceano.

Gaia:
Se em teus olhos vês beleza que denominas
Doce Idália, tem-te cuidado ao mundo que te inflama
Pois se hoje cintilas vida, amanhã serão ruínas
Que sucumbirão ao destino em chamas
Mede teus louvores nos horizontes desta terra,
Pois a natureza de tudo é mãe, até da mais funérea guerra!

Idália:
Fria terra sincera e de índole intensa,
Dei minha miséria e caí em pranto
Sem Deus piedoso, a meu sofrer não há recompensa!
Que farei se deste jardim, as flores desejo tanto?
Esta ventura de nada é pedido inocente
Formosa Gaia, como tortura-me em teu semblante ardente!

Gaia:
Se mais luzes sentes deste Sol coroado,
Muito te erras, raia filha, solenemente!
Se destes vastos campos sentes o céu azulado,
Há de regraciar na sombra teu espírito verdadeiramente!
Que fique tua plena vida manchada por amor,
Te lembrarás, quando desatar teus prantos em inocente dor

Idália:
De meus verdejantes olhares pressinto
A agonia formosa que tu angustias em tudo ser
Pois tu és a umbra, acolhedor recinto
E desse despontam tuas misérias, quais tristemente hão de se manter
Decifro há pouco as águas que beijam as areias
E clareia-me o ímpeto dos dilúvios com fúria tua tão cheia

Gaia:
De fúrias acusa-me teu espanto,
Mas a ti digo, quanto vigor menos,
Para o caos não jogar-te aos mantos
E a lembrar-te o sublime, em tempos tão pequenos!
Decrete-me tuas aflições, tua desventura
Que dói em meu reflexo, que em teus olhos pouco dura?

Idália:
Não digo! Há dentro d'alma tanta vida
Que desconfio, de minha, estar trancada em gelosia
Como recamo no céu de uma ave perdida
Suspiro descorada ânsia qual me havia
Ah! Atravessa-me este calor de eras a centos
Mas inda vejo airoso sopro no troar eterno dos ventos

Gaia:
Diga a cantar-te poder que nos iriantes astros amontoaste
E do mundo, os fundamentos volvia
Destas águas de criação, tu já breve, encerraste?
Lembra-te do sol de primavera, qual no vácuo as solidões enchia
Que importa se és rasga enganadora?
Se de minhas mãos saíram as raízes desta terra traidora!?

Idália:
É o destino, luz que empalidece e minh'alma estua,
Quando campo mi'a pele palpita tua alvura,
Deste infinito toco sublimado nascer de nívea Lua
Posto que, no brilho desta, cuja noite torna pura
O presente esmaece e crio-me, do fato, fugidia errante,
Como o lírio qual coroa abre pobre, por grato instante
Os versos da primeira cena não estão por vez finalizados, inclusive estes que aqui estão podem sofrer mudanças consequentes de suas adaptações, porque foram pouco revisados. Tratam-se, portanto, apenas de alguns fragmentos.
raquezha Aug 2020
Mudtū nanaman akong nagisəng
Kwasa lawod na sige panaŋgad
Piripildit kadtong kompyuter
Tambak a  gigibohon pauno
Malang sakit pag naədâan ikang trabawo
Dāwâ unong mag-ābot tinitira
Magka-income sanā nguwan na pandemya
Masakit a pagbuɣay nguwan
Bana niloloko kita ka kanatəng gobyerno

"Urāsâ ayy!" Sabi ni inay
Kwasa kaya nakakape ika malaka mudtū
Pano ka diri iinitan ka tramuya **** iton

Nalingawan ko, paborito palan niya a kape
Ay ta dawa malang ŋisnitan na malaka-pwerte paghigop niya.

Siguro tinutuod kita sa pasakit na tinatao kanatə arog kading gibo ko, nagkakape naman ako dāwâ malaka-mudtū, diretso sa lalawgə̄n ko a sulô galin sa langit, pinipirit na indahon a kulog tas pait, ŋata ta kaipuhan kitang pasakitan kin pwede man sanang ayoson a nasasakupan, ay inda maray pa magkape na sanā.
1. Urāsâ, hot, warmth, sweltering; "Urāsâ ayy!", An experession you say when feel very very hot and sweaty.
2. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDZI4TUHKck
Ted Scheck Apr 2014
Rivers dry up, except
The Mississippi.
If/When
That particular long and wide
And fat and deep
Body of Wa-Wa
Completely dries up,
The World, as SK
Was fond of saying of
Roland of  Gilead and the
Shadowed Spire,
"Has moved on."

Monstrous
Glaciers partied hard inda
MIDWEST!
For, like, endless freezing
Nights and equally
Chill-laxing daze,
Man! Man? Dude!
Dudes? Little dudes
With spears takin' on
The Mammoths! No
WAY!
Way.
They'll not outlive and
OutLAST US, My
Frozen Bros!

(But we had fire, the roasting
Kind and the hot burning
Coals within our spirit,
Fire to perpetuate our
Species through endlessly
Cold nights and days)

Whoo-Hooo!
Dude! You plowed
DEEP last night, Bro!
What's that stuff on yer
Brow. Sweat?
Hey is it me or is it
Hot in here?
Dudes? We're like
SMALLER

Irregardless, or
Re, the You SSS of
A has a large dent
In its midsection.
Because those partying
Glaciers were forced back
Into polar hiding, shedding
Great earthen chunks of their
Fatty selves, carving and
Slashing
The most fertile watershed
In the country.

Their ageless and
Timeless enemy, that
Bright Yellow Orb,
Opened its great
Cyclopean eye, and
Focused, yet again,
Blessed rays of light
Heat, and life.

The melting...
Water lying on the ground,
Unsure? How about we start a
Pool? I bet it'll pay
Off to flow on not-flat ground, the
Pool collapses and begins flowing
With purpose, streaming
Together as a larger
Body of water:
The Miss
'Sippi.

Any number of
Numberless great and lesser
Lakes up North
Decided to be hole-
Y. Gravity
Did the rest.
Kurtlopez May 2023
Bibilang ng lima
upang sarili'y mapakalma
sabay bugtong-hininga
mga luha'y nagsitulo na pala
dahil hindi na kinaya ang sakit na dala,

akala nila wala akong problema
akala ng iba ako ay masaya
akala nila wala akong iniinda
nasanay kasi silang lagi kang nakatawa
nasanay kasi silang lagi kang masaya
nasanay kasi sila na ganyan ka,


napakahirap na sitwasyon
hindi nila alam na saking pag ngiti
sa loob nito'y pighati
iniisip ng iba na nagbibiro lang ako
iniisip nila na hindi ito totoo
pero hindi nila alam unti-unti na akong pinapatay nito,

dinadaan ko nalang sa pagpapatawa
upang ang iba'y mapasaya
ngunit sakabilang banda
ay may salitang nag nanais na "ako naman sana."

nag tatago sa bawat ngiti sa labi ko
ang sandamakmak na problemang pasan-pasan ko
sakabila ng aking pagtawa
ay may lungkot na dinarama,

ginawa ko naman ang lahat,
ngunit bakit hindi parin sapat
hindi ba nila nakikita
o ayaw lang talaga nila bigyang halaga,

siguro nga talagang walang nagmamahal sakin
dahil walang umiintindi
sa aking pag inda
lunod na lunod na ako sa kalungkutan
labis-labis na akong nahihirapan,

puso ko'y hirap na
Ayoko ng magpanggap pa
magpanggap na masaya ako
sa harap ng iba
dahil ang totoo, halos 'di ko na kaya,

ako'y biktima ng sarili kong kalungkutan
biktima ng kahibangan
biktima ng kapighatian
biktima ng pusong mapanlinlang
at biktima ng isip na nais ng lumisan,

hindi ko na kilala kung sino ako,
hindi ko na kilala ang sarili ko
kailan ba ako makakatakas dito
sa higpit ng kadilimang
bumabalot sa isip ko

alam kong hindi ko na kaya
pero kakayanin ko pa
kakayanin kong muling
makatayo sa sarili kong mga paa
upang masolusyonan
ang aking problema

kakayanin kong lumaban
dahil ayaw kong maging talunan
at hinding hindi ako magiging talunan
kakayanin kong labanan ang lungkot
upang hindi na ako tuluyan nitong mabalot,

alam kong may kwenta
akong tao dito sa mundo.
alam kong may nagmamahal
pa sa akin ng totoo
alam kong ang Diyos ay
lagi kong kasama sa lahat ng dako
alam kong Sya ay laging nasa tabi ko
alam kong yayakapin
nya ako sa bawat pighating ito!

hindi ako magpapalamon sa aking depresyon
lalaban ako kahit problema'y
kasing lakas ng alon
lilipas din ang hapti ng kahapon
hindi man ngayon
ngunit darating ang bukas
at itong kalungkuta'y magwawakas.
Mateuš Conrad May 2024
"I may not be ashamed of not having enough female authors in my private library, but upon discovering the writings of Mas'udi, I can with hand on my heart attest the following: it is with great shame that I do not own enough works by Arab writers."

"قد لا أشعر بالخجل من عدم وجود عدد كافٍ من الكاتبات في مكتبتي الخاصة، ولكن عند اكتشاف كتابات المسعودي، أستطيع وبكل صدق أن أشهد على التالي: إنه من المخجل جدًا أنني لا أمتلك أعمالًا كافية للكتّاب العرب."

"Qad la ash'uru bil-khajal min adam wujood 'adad kaafin min al-katibaat fi maktabati al-khaasa, walakin 'inda iktishaaf kitaabaat al-Mas'udi, astaṭee' wa bikal ṣidq an ash-hada 'ala at-taali: innahu min al-mukhjil jiddan annani la amlik 'a'maala kaafiya lil-kuttab al-'arab."
Safana Mar 2022
A cikin daji...
Dan Fulani a jeji
Inda babu ko aji
Balle kukan kaji
Yayi guzurin yaji
Zai ci kosai da yaji
Ruslan Nov 2024
Then say together to me,
Of you a boy but you to need.
Then to square that a to boy,
Sink to my break what you the need.

Six months again, fair to go.
That what a need, my mather friend.
Six a a go, go motherland.
Nine teen a go, you understand.

Tall me to boy, go mather ****,
That my begin, your understand.
Then to my ****, ******* the need,
Then to my break, i love you girl.

Then to my break, you of to me,
Six motherland, its old begin.
Then to you go, nine a sixteen,
Theemy begin.

What you the need, nine off cos,
That way because, then to the rate.
I love to break, go motherland,
Six months again, what you the need.

You cos to go, six Indian,
Then a you need, it so to good.
Then people cos, you understand,
Then to my break, needed for you.

That go to boy, my Nederland,
I'm you a know, sen to my break.
Then for being, its all alright,
Sen to you screen, my Indastan.

That way begin, i love to you,
Sen my you bread, fan to you go.
Then then to me, oy to my break,
Ahhh o to you, then to go need.

Its you okay? Then call to me,
Six months again, that what to you.
Cool to you skull, sen to you need,
Then in my break, going to go.

Six months again, you to the screen,
Then go my book, its you okay.
Then by again, to you my friend,
Then to you go, to the a spring.

Come back to need, i love again,
All be be back , all to you go.
Then my in sleep, you consperate,
Then my begin, i love you screen.

Call of me boy, my dear land,
Its break again, old you are dog.
Vaf-vaf, vaf-vaf, in the the dogs,
In you o six, months off you need.

Then to my break, old you are screen,
That way begin, to my to much.
Old your screen, that way begin ,
Kinder you boys, its you okay?

That way begin, to the my much,
Six months to you, of you the need.
Then To my break, i don't to square,
Then i begin, go motherland.

My father song, all be be back,
Go Indastan, in to the break.
I dint to go, my miss of Jew,
Its my to go, then to you speak.

Of you again, need to you go,
Then my i yes, old to the boys.
Go matherland, my kiss miss ***,
Succed *******.

Then old you screen, that my begin, go Nederland, all to you go.

Give up now!
Give up now!
*** full you to go,
Mather **** to go.

Inda yalgytyp,
Men turam Turgan.
Men bulam sezge,
Men bet Tamerlan.

This is cool be back,
You a need to boy.
That's alright begin,
Indian the goy.

Tegerman vakyt,
Ul kelgan monda.
Its Tatar language,
Mill that's old you skill .

Then to go my friend ,
Its  alright to boy.
Then you people need,
In forever goy.

Thank you very much,
Thits o you to go.
Came me back to you,
Its okay my boy.

Go my Indastan,
I'm you  so long .
That my President,
Its  of you my don't .

Get way to my much,
Then to you my screen.
Second you so good,
That i du you  need .

When i President,
Second victory.
On the understand,
You a need for you.

Are go my child,
Then to you my soul.
Sent to you go ****,
That to you so lone.

Kiss my dear to me,
Go the need for you.
Kiss me bebe come,
That alright a go.

I'm Spyder man,
Bakuganga come.
Aha ha its lol,
You my friend its joke.

I you need its lol,
Vaha-ha ha-ha.
Its alright its good,
Marvel o so long.

That's of needed ****,
Its a go to need.
Its you crazy man,
I'm its old to man.

Yes i go my break,
I'm to you my screen.
That okay to you,
My to fatherland.

Its alright begin,
To Go mather break.
What you song my kiss,
In the breaking for.

You my much to boy,
Bakuganga ga-ga.
Ha-ha-ha its go,
Mather ******* soul.

Then to boy my pip,
Theni screen fax you.
So to much begin ,
Its my break again.

Fatherland to go,
iIndastan to break.
At attack to much,
That way go to you .

You under attack ,
That for you so much.
Cool be back to you,
That forever go.

Indastan to break,
Its alright a joke.
Its melee its right,
Z to go my pip.

People fon to you,
Then my President.
Its so much begin,
Altogether you.

Sen to yul bulsyn,
Allah saklasyn.
That Way go in you,
Second President .

Its forever you,
The a needed soul.
You can back to me,
Its my Nederland.

Then you go to the land,
Then to you understand.
That way go to the boy,
Its alright to forever.

Alda yul tuzelgan,
Its you need for to go.
What you screen my begin,
Its okay my darling.

That a way to you soul.

Think to my break-in, you need forever to you, think to go motherland.
rolling
rolling green
so serene
and im so ******* blessed to breathe
american-given right to be this blessed

gentle
gentle ****
smoky dreams return to me
puff and ponder
with the bass line rollicking on
music is a mesmerizing pool of life
and i am just here for the After Party-

ripples
ripples on the water
smoke and space
just you & me & the lunar seas
inner mologue just awoke & spoke to me
praying to the **** goddess for just a moments sleep

inda
indica bounces around my thoughts
take me to the empires of slumber
swollen dreams begin to ripen
temple to temple, door to door
facedown like a heated dog on the floor

guide
guide me through this warm labyrinth
walking side to side, stairs glide beneath
by and by i make it to my bed after eternity
try and try to sleep but hunger revolves every time i breathe
marry, marry me indiscrete...

— The End —