What more can man request of God
but what the meek consider odd?
Immerse I would inside your froth
and gladly turn into a moth.
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I do not care about the dough,
But will I finish cretins, yesthey will not eat for quite some time.I do have plenty and have now pledgedwhat it will take to knock them coldwe have your names and all detailsso, worry not, but worry more.It is enough, you understandthat only heavy-handed scornwill do you justice in the endI promise you that’s what…
Man wird im Leben of verkohlt,
Wir Alten werden ueberholtman schickt uns noch zur Kur.Die Zeit verfliegt, man merkt es kaumdas Jungvolk waechst heran,man reist zur Kindheit, nur im Traum,wacht auf als alter Mann.Sie beissen sich die Zaehne aus(wir haben kaum noch welche) ,und spaeter dann, beim Leichenschmausda leer’n sie uns’re Kelche.Wir sterben gern, so sagt man uns,weg mit dem alten…
She was my favourite cousin,
and sleeping over.I could not rest that nightand paced the hallway.The door was thereso sudden,like a welcome apparition.And well-oiled hingeslet me have a peekat little Gina’smoonlit other cheek.
The campus had been plagued
there was the ROTC, pathetically,those closely cropped nitwittedand underhanded opportunists,their president, he didn’t like the worddean or other titles, though PhDand membership in learned groups,prestigious clubs and then the Chamber,was on the stationery, black embossed,he ran the ship with iron fists, too well,there were some fifteen nurses in the school,administering the dispensary and, alsothe student…
Great highlights of the centuries
were poets from the Fatherlandtheir words for all to understand.A poet cannot be a mimebut all of them composed in rhyme.Today, so many raise their browsand bleat like Alpine milka cows,free verse is all the rage, hooraythus rhyme must be, at last, passé.You do remind me of a fretterwho can’t come up with something better.
In the jungle the lion is king.
But watch out for the leopardand his guardian, the shepherd.They do form a familiar ring.When the hunger starts bugging the leopard,he could eat his old friend Mr. Shepherd.But his honour runs deepso they go after sheepall the meat goes to leopard and shepherd.Then the lion awakes from his nap.Tells his females that all this is…
What more can man request of God
but what the meek consider odd?
Immerse I would inside your froth
and gladly turn into a moth.
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I see you still,
your colour,scarf wrappedcasually,and tuckedinto that place,where twins,not quite identicalreside, in expectationand denial,all the same.There wasa pallor in your face,an ambushfrom within,dark circles cameand went,reflecting lasheslike lazy planktonabove the tinge ofrouge, a pattern ofa butterfly, so still,a leaf of frost,hoping to becomean icicle of fate.I loved your hands,gestures of youthand laughter, joy,dismissing doomwhile painting the horizona…
What we have in today’s society
of course the demoralised.It is all that is requiredto allow the ruling classcomplete freedom to governa hapless, hopeless mass of folkswho have been told that it is fineto just sit back, take ordersand hope for the best or,if that is not in the cards,perhaps for second best,or, if need be, less
He diagnosed a fulminating type
he used, one must describe the signsand symptoms so that colleagues willat once and with aplomb discernthe nature of the beast, man’s scourge,though in the very end of ends it seemsthat only noisy flatulence was ever found.Re-routed, rising through a thermal cloud,it entered through the glottis, late at night,and bathed onlookers in its putrid stench,the…
Ach sie sind wohl noch verreist,
Kochs die riefen gestern an,er ist ein gesunder Mann,will noch vierunddreissig Jahrleben, trotz der Rotweinbar.Sagt Organe sind gesundAerzte staunen, laecheln undschreiben neue Pflaster aufnehmen Leberstress in Kauf,Morphium Du bist mein Retter,nehm’ ich Dich bei jedem Wetter,Kinderloeffel fuer den Breiauf dem Teller Allerlei.Weiss er auch dass im Gerichtder Verbrecherboesewichtkeinen Einspruch mehr erhebtda er nicht mehr lange…
You have an overwhelming need
you ruin your lungs when you inhaleit makes your facial skin so paleyou pay much money for the stuffand never know when it’s enoughit’s an addiction now my dearall due respect to you, I fearthat for a cure it is too latesays me, your whiskey-drinking mate.
A youngish girl named Charity
lives in the State of Michiganand thinks about her future plan.At thirteen it is really timethat she consider how to climbbut not to Mount Achievus, noI think she’ll leave that to a pro.We at P/H do know her motherand figure that you’ll be the othergreat soul within your family,(of course, Bro Chase may not agree)…