Long poem by
J. W. Earnings | Details |
Hate the feelings of ew's and ugh's...let's pause before we put our paws on this unmanageable cause with silent applause (quiet interest or hushed enthusiasm)
What's the cause of these negative, gross, worthless flawful laws that opens a juzzilion jaws
I wear the mask of smiles
I treated a million miles
Just to c u go away !!!
Oh nuuu! Don't say it's 2day
To my dying, unlying and not-even-trying dismay,
Your dark and dangerous disarray is a gay, shameless straying-away day that goes frankly cray-cray I must say with my head up and down in many-a-way
Greed got in the way..I wanted you to simply stay by my sheltering side
I've started to go astray some say...subside not from my crazy ride
Do as you may
Pay the price, OK?
You're my living sacrifice
I took your advice lightly - entice me again, but this time though, don't hand me delicious delicacies on a clean slate plate that offer further useless advice that scatter out of my insane brain like house mice that are not-so-nice to be a tad concise - I prize my sayings, despise it's misunderstandings along with it...I paid the price with past memories that are like bugs that suck up the dead dandruff aka live lice
I reckon it's my turn
To burn out the light of deception's might
Let the oceans of your humane found in a few in humans flow and churn
It's my time to live for the death of yesterday - quiet times are quite alright
I only take correction from the Lord of Accord or, originally, His name is God
All I do...is nod and hold on to His Word like a iron-sharpens-iron rod
I say I'll do what He says in the bible specifically but I don't totally
I say let's pray everyday, but I won't stick to the plan unfortunately
I wish I was in someone else's skin
Wondering where in the world you've been
After all, you've been gone all night with someone new
You didn't even see me stand tall through it all...still sic with dem luv floo and you hadn't a clue...who knew...you weren't part of the good-in-the-hood crew
I'm afraid I'm a downgrade, an old trait in a lonely state
I doubt no doubt or pout
Lately, I needed an upgrade up-to-date... I can't wait for future fate
What goes in goes out
I sit there...people stand dumbfoundedly and vacantly stare just a hair - at least we're a perfect pair - dare to be my beloved nightmare
I move with the groove too
Unique on fleek with a rebelliousish streak (innocent-weak - meaning lack of strength and lack of innocence along with it) and as zealous and bold as a bear...playing truth and dare without a care
Impatient sin...it appears that you are struck stupid by nightmares, letting out a tragedy with an acrid aftershock as a whole and as a shard of shattered hope that will make me mope - that, in itself, ain't dope and I'm an inaccurately-drawn slope and a broken telescope
I'm infatuated with isolation illumination - where do I begin?
Fury-whelmed and faint with frustration...in a stallion station of shimmering, satisfactory sensation with no shake of sheer hesitation
You're precarious and hilarious...and oh so serious and helpless...this hardship of hell on Mnt. Everest is perilously pitiful in illusive obscurity! You're living a life, free and careless nonetheless...more or less to impress and express eustress and distress,
Sooooo press on those keys on the piano...dear love, te amo...
Placed carefully in a neat, gloriousless mess...
You're a delicate China plate, a polished success
Press on the keyboard of boredom disease
The odium of sodium is hardly putting my heart and soul at ease
Even my brain has gone insane
My lane of thought has zipped through your own
Pain rain has given me a loss of a gain
Played as a fool by your on-your-own advice of arrogance all alone
Snug in the blankets of my dreadful delight
I can't afford your priceless presence near my side all day and night
Here's an access
To exPRESS, not impress
Print your paw prints on my heart of tattooed taboo
Don't be a sour poo, my baby boo - you're mad as a buzzin' bee, about to sting the knee - boohoo! And shooshoo to you-you too
Hate me like you do, haters
Love me like you mean it, lovers
Chew away the gum of fooldumb
Instead, consume God's wisdom
Numb and dumb,
But I am still titanium
Despite all the shit you've put me through
I've encountered so many trials...if only you knew half of what I've experienced...it's something new outta the orange that gleams anew
The audience of denseless, senseless clever cheer and fearless fear
Brought me down here...downfalls are my uprising, my darling dear and my sidetracked deer
No worries, have no fear, for God is near and repentance is kneeling at the back door for you and I to not put it in the backburner like we always did before I fear while others mock, taunt and jeer
Unleash me from the chains of no-brainers and painters of stained see-you-laters
Give me five minutes to gussy up in a manly fashion and to make-up lines that are charismatic for you and I...you're the barking, bold dog (I dig it I admit) and I'm the cat that passionately purrs (I paw it a bit)
Chastise me with your fantasy and prize me for my reality's fails and successes along the way..forgive and forget the haters and let anticipation do the talking, walking-on-thin-ice ice-skaters, not worked up on what lies ahead - a Kingdom that's far higher than spacescrapers
It's common sense to stay vigilant and be sober-minded individuals
You're my maniac on a levitating leash and you are a bouncy beach ball, getting thrown back and forth with no end or so it seems in my wild dreams that are scorching by the seams
My drunk dear...I'm a tearjerker that sheds so many bittersweet lament drops because my heart stops at your reckless actions of self-satisfactions and peer-pressured by past and present interactions...what about you get your spirits running on energy-fused, faith fuels (that are cewlz)
You're my Genesis to Revelation, the Lord Almighty...but I'm mighty sorry - please forgive me for the wrongs I've committed from time to time...I let out my kaos-enthralled screams that heightens my self-esteem and I'm flowing free like surreal streams that are as shiny as blessing beams
I'm the fifth child in my family
The youngest brother...
I'm a Gemini like my father frankly
Grew close to my mother...
I miss her...I love her...she still considers me her son
I wish she would come back
This divorce thing...I'm unsure of, but it's hurting me to hear of it a ton
Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
I was listening to Cornell West,
who described our catastrophic tolerance of disvalues for others,
situations we would never tolerate for ourselves,
disvalues like homelessness and hunger,
but also like random violence,
abuse and neglect,
lack of caring,
as a "conspiracy" of a dominating, oppressive, and competitive culture.
Conspiracy theories make me nervous about the theorist,
but West reassured us that he shares this concern,
yet even with all that concern taken into account,
perhaps this is a conspiracy
in the same sense that cultural and climate evolutions
always appear, in hindsight,
as if genius inspired,
and spontaneously networked
a magically coincidental outcome.
and sometimes more about this mystery
of tolerating oppressive and suppressive disvalues for others,
with apparent equanimity,
unaware of any cognitive dissonance,
without active antipathy,
or even passive empathy,
the total absence of compassion,
lack of mindfulness,
lack of consciousness;
Our own hypocrisy of self v. other values v. tolerable disvalues
are hypnotic conspiracies?
Yet, conspiracy or not,
if self-contentment is possible
while hypocritically accepting intolerable losses and suffering,
abuse and neglect, for other:
even other family members,
then we sometimes would choose words like
lack of appropriate accountability,
lack of capacity for empathy or bonding,
lack of awareness, consciousness,
a hypocritical living death cuts by a thousand ego-feathered knives.
We work this magically competitive hypocrisy with each other,
on each other,
against each other,
and sometimes with each other--
we call that humor.
I do not feel possessed
when my internal ecological voice
tells me that my monocultural competitive economic environment
is over-invested in undervaluing significant dimensions
of who we naturally and cooperatively (permaculturally) are,
our care-giving and loving,
our tenderness and justice-seeking,
our tendency to side with the underdog and the understory,
our endless fascination with root systems and nutritious blossoms,
seasonal development patterns and the weather,
birdsong and surf sounds,
regular breathing and heart-beat rhythms,
blood flow nutritional capacities,
the consumption and production of nutrients
within any paradigm that might come to mind.
I get it that I live in a culture diseducating ourselves
about Darwin's "evolution is the survival of the fittest cooperative relationships"
by simply omitting the last two words;
cultural hypocrisy miraculously conspired through our sins of omission,
more salient than our grace of cooperative inclusion,
because of collective cognitive dissonance
where we need collective cognitive confluence.
Perhaps a more resonant resolution of consciousness
calls us to slow down and decompose our analysis of deviance
as sometimes negative and sometimes positive
but always some of both.
I struggle to hold a heuristic safe-space for positive deviance.
My cognitive dissonance radar
learns to perceive dissonance itself as having two faces.
In this way
I begin to claim my positive deviant place
in our shared orthodoxy of truth and goodness,
beauty and diverse polycultural integrity,
in our "unitarianism" our synergy (B. Fuller),
If I am challenged to include you in this shared orthodoxy
(of truth and goodness and beauty and justice, etc.--the "positive values")
then my sense of ecosystemic balance
is dissonant enough to exclude you
from your rightful place in our radically cooperative eco-space.
I tend to over-react to your negative deviance,
all that nastiness, really?!
because of our culturally collective cognitive dissonance
about your coincidental positive deviance,
OK, so you are loyal to a fault and a good cook,
and the clothes actually do smell and feel better when you do the laundry,
although it is the environmental expense that we actually disagree about,
whether it is significant to our collective future,
or something in between,
some place that we might actually find
and consensually agree about
and then go on to those other kinds of sensuality,
but I think I have side-railed here.
Perhaps we enjoy solidarity in rooting for the underdog
in empathizing with those who appear
with a magical potential of a positive deviant outcome.
We so hope the underdog might win this round
because we thereby retain a ray of hope
that we too may someday win
with all our undervalued, unsung, underdogged traits,
suffering and struggling with
my over-dog egocentric cultural landscapes,
my internally encultured ego (Left-brained) consciousness.
I always cast my ego in the role of underdog,
just as my Right brain casts our permaculturally cooperative eco-consciousness
in the role of Superdog.
This internally chaotic conspiracy of self-doubt
about ego's capacity to live fully,
with appropriate integrity of self-disclosure,
without the embarrassment of closeted hypocrisy,
dropping our considerable weapons of mutual immunity
and cognitive dissonance,
is also the boundary face of rediscovering our Right-brain's ecocenter,
our Beloved non-verbal Communication center,
resonant and resolved,
optimized and polypathically densely nutritious,
only through bicamerally synergetic confluence,
integrity of shared meaning and purpose
to the very core of our mutually messianic
ego-and-eco balanced chi-soul.
Interior Landscaped Ego (left)
and Cooperative Exterior Landscaped EcoEarth (right-elder)
DNA/RNA fueled and functional frequencies
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
The Seeker | Details |
Listen to poem:
"Ladies and Gentleman, - The Most Unlovable Man in the World!"
"So goes my intro, night after lonely night. I'll stumble onto the stage to boos and hisses. Children will throw their popcorn and candy bits at me. I'll roll on the ground and pretend to be hurt by the stinging missiles. Then it really heats up! The ringmaster brings out his whip and begins to beat me, while the crowd roars with laughter and screams out: "Kill him, kill him!" When my skit is over, I shed tears the color of blood, while the people shout: "More, more!" Finally I exit the stage, limping as I go, the small arena in a frenzy. My part ends. It's over, for now.
What the people don't know is that the tears are real. Every night, show after show, I cry true tears. For you see, I am the 'Most Unlovable Man in the World!' I've never known love, or kindness. My life has been one of pain, ridicule, scorn, and hatred. Never to have been touched, not even by my own mother. When I was born, so the story goes, they brought me to my mother and she spit into my face and said: 'Good gawd! This is the ugliest child ever to take breath from the world.' I never saw her again after that day. Yet, oddly, I remember it as clearly as I remember yesterday. Not the words mind you, but rather the look of disgust on her face. That look haunts me to this day.
I spent many years at an orphanage. The Director was cruel and would beat me with a stick at the slightest provocation. The other orphans avoided me, whispering about me in the halls, calling me names. One day, a little boy came up to me and said: 'Hello,' and then punched me right in the gut, causing me to vomit my breakfast in front of the entire group. Apparently, one of the older boys put him up to it on a dare. After that I was allowed to eat my meals in private, something I still practice to this very day.
One day a man came to the orphanage to speak to the Director. His name was E.T. Farnum. He had heard about the freakish little boy who dwelt here, and inquired as to whether he might purchase me for his circus. Of course, such money exchanges were quite illegal. Nevertheless, and to no surprise, the Director accepted his offer and I was sold to Mr. Farnum for the equivalent of thirty dollars. My life changed on that day. Some would say for the better. Yet I wonder.
Well, my name has been called. Time to entertain the masses. Nothing ever changes. Every town is the same. And why shouldn't they be? After all, I am the 'Most unlovable Man in the World.'
Part 2 - The (Former) Most Unlovable Man in the World
"I've told you my story already, how I came to be in The Greatest Show On Earth. How I was unloved, even by my own mother. Never knew my father. Spent my formative years at the orphanage. Never knew anything but humiliation and scorn. Yes, 'tis a sad story, to be sure.
But I want to tell you now about something that happened to me last Friday night. Something wonderful. There I was, performing my little skit on the last show of the day when suddenly, and to everyone's surprise, a voice cried out: 'ENOUGH!' It was while I was being beaten with the ringmaster's whip that the voice was heard. Everyone looked around to see from whence the shout came, but it was somewhat of a mystery. Then it happened! A little girl came out of nowhere and stood right in the middle of the stage. But she was no ordinary child, I'd swear to it. She had the face of an angel, and eyes that had a softness to them when she looked at me. But when someone from the crowd yelled out: 'On with the show,' her eyes turned to a fiery flame as she glared at the people. From that moment on no one dared say a word! Indeed, it became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even the animals remained silent.
She once again turned her attention to me, as the ringmaster eased off the stage. I fell to my knees before the child as she... as she... she touched my face. No one had ever touched me in a kind way before, never in my 29 years of life in this world. Then she spoke. Her voice was not like a child's voice at all. It had the sound of a gentle flute, yet I clearly understood the words. She said simply: 'Thomas,' (that was my given name, though no one ever allowed me the dignity to be addressed as such), she said: 'Thomas, I have been sent here to tell you that you are loved, and that you always have been. May you have peace and rest from your labors, Thomas.'
She turned to walk away and as she exited the arena I quickly got to my feet and followed her, but when I reached the exit door and looked about, she was nowhere to be found. I looked up at the night sky. It was a clear night and there were a billion stars in the sky. I have to say, I'd never really noticed their beauty before this night. But as I stood there, looking into the heavens, I suddenly felt a warmth flood my body, a warmth such as I had never experienced before. It was then that I fully understood. My life does have meaning, a purpose, as it were. I am loved, after all.
The next morning I walked into the office of E.T. Farnum and turned in my resignation. Can't say that he was surprised, as everyone was aware of what had occurred the evening before. Still, he never said a word. No apology. Nothing. Just handed me my severance pay and showed me to the door. Things really hadn't changed, at least not for others. But something had changed deep inside of me, to be sure. No more would I allow myself to be the object of someone else's ridicule and prejudice. No more would I permit myself to be the fool that everyone laughs at. No, I am free now to pursue my education. Or to explore the world. Or to do whatever I choose to do. For you see, I am no longer the "Most Unlovable Man in the World!" Someone loves me, and that is the greatest gift that anyone could ask for. To be loved and cherished, and to have been given the hope of a brighter future...
Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Edward Ebbs | Details |
When I was a child in the streets of Los Angeles you would sized up groups approaching by watching the movements they made.
I remember this group/gang of older kids approaching me, watching them carefully while looking down to see if they would follow me as I cross over the other side of the street. If they would cross over matching my movements, I'm in trouble. I still remember the feeling of their penetrating eyes as I glanced up; everything inside of me was screaming. With my mind racing I remembered the storm sewer at the street corner I just passed a few moments ago. Without hesitation I turned and ran for my life, sliding into the street corner between the sidewalk above and the street below…a few more pounds and I would have been stuck.
This storm sewer basin I am in is a large concrete box with a large concrete pipe in the corner that goes somewhere. The gang members are all around now swinging their chains, and sticks with razor blades embedded in them. They are acting like a pack of dogs yelping and hollering that have their prey is trapped in a corner. They start to work on the manhole cover above with a crowbar of some sort, which would gain them access to me below. A chain graises my arm, the barb leaves a couple of cuts. Dripping with blood, my body trembling, fear is now getting the best of me. I am trapped and no where to go other than down the drain pipe...there is no choice, there is no rescue above, so I quickly entered the large drain piped into a darken abyss. This drain pipe connects to a tunnel large enough for a car to pass through.
I hear voices getting closer, so they must have gotten past that manhole. They seem to be following me so I run down the tunnel into the darkness so they would not see me. I stop to listen, I hear no footsteps, but I ran so far I cannot see a thing, there is no light, the darkness turned into nothingness. Reaching out with my hands I walk blindly and bump into a wall. I can’t go back the way I came because the fate that would await me going that direction, but there is nothingness is all around me so I am not sure what direction that would be. I remember running down the left side of the tunnel before stopping to listen.
When I start to walk again and I run into a wall, so that must be the right side, I think? I decide to continue, and being right handed I'm more comfortable on the left side so I turn and walk towards the left side to have something to touch. It seems like an eternity until I finally reach a wall. This wall will become my security within this nothingness...I can’t see my hands or feet, or even hear a sound. There is no frame of reference, only the wall and the solid ground under my feet. Thank God this was a time before those graphic vampire movies or Freddy Krueger; I have only those Alfred Hichcook movies to pull fears from.
Continuing through this nothingness a beam of light begins to appear from above. It’s amazing how much light comes through this little tiny whole from a manhole cover—it lights up the whole area. I stand there amazed and I take a deep breath in this light, it has been a long journey to this point. Standing there I notice a ladder leading up to a possible escape. Listening carefully before pushing up on the cover, I push and push...I'm not strong enough. Many of the manhole covers are spot welded by the public works department to prevent opening manholes in the middle of a street. I climb down from the ladder and pause for a few moments in the light absorbing what I could before continuing on; this tunnel must lead somewhere, right? Another beam of light, another welded manhole cover. The fear of the gang has long past, my only thoughts now are those of being lost.
The nothingness continues as I walk, and it has been a long time since the last little beam of light and I have found the meaning of hopelessness. The floor below is beginning to get damp, ick, what am I walking in? I can’t see a thing and I'm too afraid to stop touching the wall to stoop down--the wall is my security. My mind is pretty numb right now, my only thoughts are dragging my hand on the wall wall and walking. The dampness becomes wet, and from wet to splashing. Briefly a moment of fear, I pause to sense if the water is moving; am I going the wrong way and am I about to get swallowed up by a wall of water. The water seems to be static and the nothingness yields no sounds, so I continue.
At last, I get a feeling of salvation from one of those little beams of light shining from above. I look down at my feet and see little fish in the water below. I'm headed to the ocean, oh yeah!! The nothingness continues until again there is this little light at the end of the tunnel. The wall is no longer my security--I follow the light.
Continuing, the water is at my knees as I walking towards the light. I can smell the ocean and feel a slight breeze. Feeling really happy inside I can see the ocean and the sand, and sigh, there is a bar screen blocking my exit. Again I feel rather defeated with a slight sense of panic. I am thinking to myself that their is no way I can go back as I look closely at this bar screen blocking the way to freedom. I notice one corner has been pulled away; I can see through the sea water that it’s bent outward, and it's high tide. I cannot wait for the tide to change because it will be dark soon, so I take a deep breath and down I go. My shirt snags on something as I reach around to the other side and pull. I struggle as my shirt tears, but I am free...it feels wonderfull to be free. Looking around at the beach, it’s rather windy and there are only a few people on the beach today. I look around to get my bearings before I start home again. I will never will tell mom about any of this. Months later they are welding extra bars over these drain openings at the street corners. I am heavier now and I would not fit anyway, but what others, what choices they will have to make for their escape?
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
jack oritx | Details |
Stop right there my friend!
For there’s no place in where you can run and hide
So stop and listen
Listen to the voices warning you to go back
Screaming out to beware of the horror that flows through this young child’s mind
Opps too late!
You just had to do it
You just had to enter into the darkness of this fallen soul
Well don’t just stand there come closer since its to late
To turn back now
Okay then welcome to the horrors of this poetic mind
For in here you’ll hear and feel what’s like to be me
For you’re in my world now and its not a pretty site
So where do you like to begin
Oh I know
Why don’t we go and see what my heart is up to
Heart: this is umm oh I’m sorry but you never told me what’s your name is
Oh well it doesn’t matter
Heart, do you mind telling my new friend here how you continue to beat inside of this old wrap body of ours
My pleasure I may beat but what I really want to do is
Explode from all the voices that whisper to my soul
Late at night
Thanks heart and speaking of our soul
Let’s go see what she’s up to okay
Oh come on don’t try to run away now
I tried to warn you before but you didn’t want to listen
You had dare to challenge the demons that rule over
My heart, mind and soul
So let’s just move on
Hello Ms. Soul, I’d like for you to meet-
Damn I really must learn your name anyway
Would you mind telling my friend here
How you continue to live and breathe through all of this everlasting pain
Am I breathing?
For day after day it feels like I’m suffocating from
All this torment pain that flows through this child’s body
For if you’d take a closer look inside of this old soul
Of mines you’d see that I’m slowly dying from the inside out
For maybe there’s a God above who’ll hopefully
One day will forgive this child of mines
Maybe the devil below who can hardly wait to get
His ferly hooks inside this soul
For if we aren’t allow to enter in neither one then
Please I’m begging you please let me go and allow
Us to burn in eternal peace
Even I’m lost for words let’s just move on before
You start whining again
So just sit back and relax as I introduce you
To the most horrifying part of our tour
The disturbing words of this child’s poetic mind
Well thank you for that lovely intro and let me say
How brave your young friend is for coming this far
Frankly I never thought you’d make it
Any way I know that I’m just blabbing for I know
How you must feel I bet you’re just dying for me
To just shut the hell up so you could get the hell
Out of here
Am I right?
Of course I am so let me get to the point then you’ll be free
We come into this world without any guardian angels
To show us how our life is going to be
For I’m just a young child whose soul’s more than happy
To welcome the bright lights of an icy hell that fills
And before you open your mouth to interrupt
Let me save you the trouble since I know what your
Going to say
You’re going to say
That these feelings will not last forever if I just have a
Well let me tell you that forever has been here and gone
And to this very day this child is yet to believe that her day of faith will ever come
For I’ve shown you all of my soul’s silence
I’ve told you all of my heart’s torments
But most important I’ve shown you the real me
Not the happy outgoing person that I always
Pretend to be
For don’t you think that I’d love to forget how I’ve
Been raped of all my innocence, faith and trust
And have them replace with numbness, shame and pain
But I can’t blame you for the sins of this child’s past
That would be useless since I could never be the person
That so many of you wish for me to be
So that completes the ending of this tour
How did you like it
Aww it left you pretty speechless huh
I had a feeling that it’d well don’t just stand there
With that stupid look on your face go get the hell out here
That’s it just turn around and walk away
Oh one more thing before you go I never did get your name
Well it was very nice to finally met you God
Now please get the hell out of here before you get trapped
Within the walls of this wicked disturbed mind
Oh hey wait!
Could I just ask you for one small favor before you go
Okay umm now bear with me cause this ain’t easy for me
But okay I really never learned how and nobody ever took
The time to teach me and it’d mean so much
To me if you’d open your heart just for a second and say
A prayer for me then maybe in that same split second I’d learn how to undo all the pain that ever been
For one day if you shall remember me
Remember what you’ve learn here today I want you to look down from that holy thorn of yours that you call heaven
But I warn you, your eyes will burn from all the flames
But don’t be sad
For just as so many have forsaken you I’ve chosen to forsaken you
Since the day I was born
And yes, I’ll burn and forever vanish in a blink of an eye
You dare to ask well since the day you’ve placed me
In a place named hell to live
And love don’t you think its only natural that I would want to die here too
Just think about it
Copyright © belong to jack 2006
Copyright © jack oritx | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Ruben O. | Details |
Can you hear me now? Good!
I can't seem to forget you
I love what you do for me
It must be love
between love and madness lies obsession
Like always. Like never before
At the sign of the cat
have a break, have a Kit-Kat
Tastes so good cats ask for it by name
Schhhh ... You-know-who
I'd rather die of thirst than drink from the cup of mediocrity
Perfect to you
There's a smile in every Bar
Obey your thirst
This Bud's for you
One a day helps you work, rest, and play
More fun than rum
Heineken open your world
... nobody can say no to the honey nut O
a bowl a day keeps the bullies away
Our plans are based on yours
You have my word on it
Be the first to know
Who we are
The "no problem" people
Only smarties have the answer
Making it all make sense
Because that's the kind of mom you are
Sometimes you've got to break the rules
Blow your own bubble
Catch our smile?
Everything we do is driven by you
Driven by what's inside
We'll take more care of you
You asked for it. You got it
We know what it means to serve
On your side
Allied on your side
You're in good hands
We make it happen
We'll be there
Get the feeling
Im lovin' it
You are the controller
Only on Playstation
You are now free to move
Unleash the beast
Is it in you?
Do you dare?
About this poem:
To "write" this poem, I used slogans, short and often memorable phrases
used in advertising campaigns. Below you can find the name of the product
(or the company) in order of appearance.
-Verizon Wireless; Wind Song; Toyota; Honda; Calvin Klein; Saturn
-Mercury; Kit Kat; Meow Mix; Schweppes
-Stella Artois; Wella; Dell; Hershey's; Sprite; Budweiser; Mars; Malibu;
Captain Morgan; Heineken; Rice Krispies; Cheerios; Applejacks Cereal
-Assurant; Isuzu; CNN; Guardian Life Ins; Auto-owners Ins;
-Captain Morgan; Rice Krispies; Buger King; Bubble Yum; Red Hills Inn;
Pacific Southwest Airlines; Ford; Subaru; British Airways; Toyota; USSA;
Nationwide Mutual Ins; Allied Ins
-Allstate; IBM; Chevrolet; Toyota; Mc Donalds; Microsoft Kinect; PS3;
Southwest Airlines; Monster Energy; Gatorade; Curious.
Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
I remember the beach sand and swing
when you and mother were still something
I remember the ducks in the lake
you held my hand watching their wake
I remember the sheep dogs when the day was through
and the mornings grass all covered with dew
I remember the dead man and blood on the floor
my hand in my mothers as she went for the door
I remember the stairs I thought I’d fall through
and the building where she was hidden from you
she tried drowning me in the bath and the tub
her hands on my throat on the dining room rug
the pain of the walls where my body flew
the floor of the closet when she was through
I remember you entering the door
as you picked up my body from off the floor
the words were so ugly I’ve forgotten them now
but things haven’t changed much anyhow
I remember the willows and switches not few
a home not mine and the children were new
a string of families never seeming to end
the abuse and the beatings I’m not on the mend
I remember the the rage and the red flushed face
what did I do to fall from your grace
I remember the fear when I tried to hide
the man and the 2by4 when it hit my side
the bruise and welts with noone to care
my mother and father aren’t even there
I remember the family that took me in
they had no daughter just two young men
one boy was loving the other was slime
but the parents protected me most of the time
I was safe for awhile with nightmares not few
and some of my demons she helped to slew
I remember you taking me home at last
you had remarried some six months past
I remember the woman was cruel and mean
she remained that way till I was sixteen
At fifteen I had been already raped twice
the drugs and pills and the wrist yet to slice
I remember the police to the hospital sped
the straight jacket and thorazine I should have been dead
I remember the airplane that sent me away
with my half brothers mother I was to stay
my neck with a forearm pinned to the wall
my half brothers brother screaming he will have all
I remember the screaming as I flew down the stairs
his violence had caught me totally unawares
the pain as he smashed me on the walls of the hall
the kicks in the ribs after my fall
the nine months I walked in a state of fear
how I passed my classes is very unclear
I remember the man when I hitched into town
the car was a sedan of dirty brown
the doors had no handles no way to get out
he pulled out a knife and proceeded to shout
how he would cut me and make me bleed
if I didn’t fill some sort of need
how I grabbed the wheel for steering the car
when he slammed on the brakes down the road not far
when he slid out the door by the side of the road
it seemed to me that all time had slowed
he released me with curses not language unknown
from the cage of his car this bird had flown
I remember the man preaching justice and truth
but to find answers one must become sleuth
I remember the marriage and I made him swear
that to hit or harm me he must never dare
I remember the baby with curls of gold
by seventeen to marriage my father me sold
I remember the lapses of time I had lost
the forge of my youth and the price it had cost
the thread that kept me alive was so thin
in my mind it was always me against him
I remember the children that helped keep me sane
with some sort of focus with the man I had lain
I remember the striving for some sort of truth
what kind of a mother my children had in their youth
I remember it all so plain and clear
that violence from men will always be near
I swore at sixteen no child to have
if you couldn’t play safely with joy and a laugh
forgive me my children for bringing you here
the reasons I do things are sometimes not clear
My parents are gone and I do not mourn
but only for the life I was never shown
I did try to spare you the same kind of fate
I hoped that my love would be never to late
I had no control of the time or the chance
that injustice would look upon you with his glance
I raise my eyes to the heavens and vent to his name
to save all the children who are yet put thru shame
In a blast furnace my life has been forged
the tool of the hammer has formed my discourse
in molten metal I have been shaped
the tool of another I have not escaped
what of the purpose he hopes to hew
a piece of equipment all shiny and new
I remember my maker and the state of his grace
the road laid before me and the words of his face
the view of my nature he seeks to tame
with so many others who walk in the flame
in wails united to pull heaven down
and with its brightness scour the ground
his promise to do so has not yet passed
when all of mankind will feel his blast
the call has gone forth the meaning is clear
to give an accounting is so very near
those who think themselves high shall be made low
the dust of the earth their destined to know
the one that I follow has carved out the path
his star has shown brightly beneath thorn and the lash
I reach my arm forth to take hold his hand
to walk among humans woman and man
he paints a clear future for those of us all
a paradise lost to man in his fall
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via Duboff Law Group LLC
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
T Wignesan | Details |
Unquotable quotes: Fat People – XXIX
(I know this piece sounds mean and cruel but as every single parent must have experienced, this is also the expression of utter exasperation, and perhaps there’s also the slightest hint of an iota of necessary truth in it after all. No offence meant to those who may feel hurt. If you can laugh at yourself, you are well on the way to a cure, even if what you read is of very bad taste.)
The gravest danger facing mankind is NOT the Rio Olympics, NOT the greenhouse effect, NOT the nuclear arms race, NOT the organized immigrant or refugee terror attacks, NOT asteroids and meteorites slamming down on us, NOR the War of terrestrial gods coming to a head after three thousand years, but – you guessed it – HUMAN FAT, in other words, GLUTTONY!
Be it deemed of utmost importance that LAWS be so enacted by common consent among nations, and approved by the United Nations’ General Assembly, that whenever and wherever countries are stricken by widespread famine due to – or not – over-eating by over-sized people that these latter ought and should be slaughtered to feed the starving masses.
And should this extraordinary measure not suffice to relieve the emergency, then other nations being likewise depleted by the self-same variety of culprits in their midst should come to the aid of the afore-mentioned stricken country by dispatching plane and ship-loads of their own excess fat at the first drop of the hat. (Here, my own donation to the cause: a fifty-odd excess-weight progeny who can eat anyone out of house and home.)
Be it hereby known that it would be cheaper and easier for any nation to balance its payments if the State in question passes laws to put behind bars all who are oversized on the assumption, for once in there, they can be put on a starvation diet and forced to work to pay off their keep and chow, and this for the betterment of the human race at large.
There’s no crime more bloody or unseemly than the very act of becoming fat: watch the glutton eat and you’ll want to commit a capital crime.
The glutton will willingly forego sex to stuff himself in bed.
Chew, chew, chew your food, gently chew your meat; merrily, merrily keep adding to your rude seat!
Oh! How easy it is to say the fat man or woman is the victim of depression!
True, do them a favour and save them from themselves - by force!
What the future portends for them:
Imagine a future Olympics with fat athletes, even if it will attract more spectators for obvious reasons: the marathon might take four years to complete, if at all.
The Tour de France will have to be scrapped for no velo/bicycle will withstand the crush of the first downhill carambolage.
Restaurants in the near future will carry sign-boards saying: “Dogs and Fat People Please Take to Your Heels!”
All cars, buses, trains and planes will be equipped with single seats - half the size of those manufactured now.
The entrances to public lavatories will be reduced to half their present size for the specific purpose of preventing fat people from entering these facilities.
Fines for defecating in public places will be tripled or quadrupled.
The manufacture of clothing beyond the small-medium or X-size will be definitely banned.
Fat people who normally take up 90% of the walking space on pavements and sidewalks will be prohibited from wearing shoes and slippers.
Prostitutes will make fat people pay a whopping supplement equal to more than three or four times the usual fee.
The sale of chocolates and potato chips to fat people will be limited to one bar and one sachet once in a blue moon.
Travel agencies will be instructed to put fat people in the front of the plane’s seating arrangements to facilitate the de-capitation of the air-craft during the landing process.
No over-sized person will be allowed to present himself or herself for elective office at any level of government.
Beaches, spars and swimming pools will be out-of-bounds to over-sized people.
The fire-brigade and the emergency health services will be authorised to refuse first-aid to over-sized people struck down by a stroke or heart failure.
No over-sized person found in bed with or without another occupant in a nonplussed state will be given a burial according to his religious rites: he or they will be summarily immolated in that very bed without further ado.
Furthermore, at the rate populations all over the world grow increasingly fat, sooner rather than later even the porn industry will go fart: one would need to fart vigorously to locate the apertures in concealed flabs and folds of pits!
And, finally, to balance the weighing-machine, all manufacturers who grow fat on the weight-accumulating produce, such as, sweets, cakes, greasy meat, potato chips and the like that they churn out indifferently should be made to gorge themselves with their own merde!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Dorine R Spruill | Details |
Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on. So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother. The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother. She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat. I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.
Copyright © Dorine R Spruill | Year Posted 2013
Long poem by
AJ Lekobane | Details |
Memoirs of one unloved
I hear them refer to me as “it” or “the fetus”
Some underdeveloped miniature human, with no established status
For I am trapped in some fluid, apparently I know nothing
But, as strange as it may seem, I do suspect something
I cannot tell my senses apart or at all open my eyes
But I can detect outside of me a piling up of blatant lies
Disturbingly chaotic and deafening sounds I clearly hear
But they seem so far from one, yet closer to the other ear
How is it that I am able to point out what I feel?
Why do I get a foretaste of the world, when I’m a captive still?
Yes, you’d better believe your ears, I said, “captive”
I am afraid that in comparison to my carrier I am more responsive
For this seemingly young lady who claims to be with child
Expresses to me emotions that are anything far below mild
So the word mother surely does not apply in this case
It’s implied that it is better for me never to have existed in the first place
The insensitive words daily uttered by her literally send me balling over
She repeatedly does sit and only between two things hover
“Would it be a wise decision if I kept it?
Or should I rid of it and rather figure out how I can get back on my feet?”
Well the object she is referring to, is me
Her so-called destructive child-to-be
Then again, I wouldn’t burden her with the blame
Seeing that a situation such as hers is considered a great shame
An act that is socially and morally seen as highly abominable
Simultaneously makes me feel unwanted, a child so hideous and deplorable
Since when is it a mother’s first instinct to be so contemptuous?
Clearly of the feeling known as love is she not conscious
Oh, wait, apparently aware of love she is
But only when she looks deep into his eyes, love she sees
Not when she feels me move inside of her, no never!
Sometimes I wander, “love me, will you ever?”
At the same time I wander, “why bother keeping me alive?”
It truly is a struggle, for to stay alive I solely strife
When it feels like alcohol gushes from wherever into my system
Cigarette smoke from him blocking my lungs become an unbearable problem
Obviously, none of them care
The beginning of my life is marked by all things highly unfair
And him — don’t even get me started!
By now, I’ve memorised all the words he’s blurted
All his insults are now engraved in my once innocent mind
Truly speaking, in his voice, apathy is all you can find
I am partially disabled by his emotional numbness
And so is she, oh what an experience of sheer distress?
I would rather soon very swiftly disappear
And on the other world of nothingness reappear
For he slabs her and throws her around as he pleases
And for a moment the woman who ought to be my mother ceases
To seek a hiding place, safe and secure
To find for her heartache a temporary cure
But then the cycle begins again
And by the end, once again, not much did she gain
He hurls insults at her and once again, slabs her the face across
He overpowers her always and she is at a loss
For words, and only her tears speak of her anguish
If all this could go away, oh how I wish?
If only there’d be a moment of peace
If only for a moment, however short, everything would freeze
Just when I think my wish is going to be fulfilled
An even colder rush of naked Reality into me is instilled
He screams loudly “get rid of it or I leave!”
And she on the other hand, gasps for a moment brief
The verdict has been decided upon
But this time around, she tries to reason with him, “Please, come on”
To listen to her, he stubbornly refuses
For he cannot by a lady be in any way refuted
So now I am in the middle of all this
The two people who are supposed to protect me with their all are these
I have not yet stepped foot into the world but it seems twisted
The two who are to be united are against one another listed
Now I get the point very sharply
I got in the way of their happiness haply
In all honesty, I didn’t mean to exist
Then I suddenly feel him pulling her by the wrist
There, my thoughts are interrupted, as I sense a moment of rough wrestling
For the manner in which her body is shaken resembles no sort of nestling
I feel forceful Gravity mercilessly pulling us toward her
Our bodies fail to defy her, and I for one, disappointment I wear
How could he be so heartless?
To the point of knocking her out cold, almost lifeless
The unrest was born the moment I got here
So I’m leaving that they will be of good cheer
I have no idea whether I’m volunteering
But I sense that the fluid which I know as home, red is turning
Yes, I think they both stabbed me in the heart
The nameless, unloved object can no longer bear the hurt
I would be lying if I said anything of this world I’ll miss
Fare thee well, please do now without me enjoy your life of bliss
Copyright © AJ Lekobane | Year Posted 2014