Best Implants Poems
Abandon futile attempts to run
Behold the process has begun
Step toward your darkest fear
Let’s flip the switch to a new frontier
Penetrating deep within
Evacuate your mortal sin
This brave new age is imminent
And it will be magnificent
Arouse you from your fantasies
Now descending into anarchy
Warmest welcome to the factory
Where we’ll embed your battery
Rewiring primitive human brain
Making the connection, hook up to mainframe
Your species will become extinct
Once your circuits have been linked
It’s time to engage in a robotic new age
A unique innovation to stamp out your plague
The world as you knew it is now obsolete
Putting Earth born consciousness forever to sleep
Feel the algorithm palpitate through each vein
Re-programming thought waves as we upgrade your brain
Terminate pulse, extinguish your flame
You are now just an interface without any name
You’re free from pain my hollow creation
Just an automated simulation
Transmissions shortly will resume
Encased in solid metal tomb
Silence! We will not hesitate
Proceed and greet your looming fate
wave goodbye to beta waves
You see, you unearthed your own graves
Now technology has advanced
You have been mechanically enhanced
You possess no type of resistance
For you are now non-existent
No longer God fearing
Thanks to our engineering
Disassemble your parts
Insert micro implants
Automation of the nation
Complex sophistication
Dreamless in electric coma
Breath in domination’s aroma
Soulless android with a cold vacancy
Elevate and amplify to the highest frequency
Encrypted data takes over the screen
All salute to the age of machines
For once this is not fiction
Can you change the past?
I yearn to,
But on condition I carry with me
All that I have learned.
But you cannot change the past.
Still, I yearn for a bottle
Of chilled white wine Chablis.
Delicious on the palette,
Exquisite with rice and plenty of seafood.
The aroma of truffled sauce, the razor clams,
The pinkish prawns and open-wide oysters.
It is my delight.
I yearn for silence, away from rife,
The sounds of cars crashing, the boom of guns,
The killing of innocent people.
I yearn for peace.
I yearn to travel as I used,
For I visited half of Europe
And ventured to Brazil.
Now I’m Island bound and
Travel is no more.
You look good, they say.
But only on the outside.
I yearn for health inside:
The small inoperable cancer,
Kept in check by implants
With bouts of depression
That twice I deleted my poetry site.
Good thing I kept copies of my writings.
But my heart is weak after
Twenty years when I had a triple bypass.
My right eye has the beginning of a cataract,
My left knee needs a replacement
But with Diabetes 2 no operation can be done.
I yearn for my wife.
Seven years I still grieve for her.
She’s in Heaven now.
I yearn for my beloved Lord.
The creator of all.
I pray He takes care of me.
May He grant me a happy death.
And may the Rose of Sharon help me too.
Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension
Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing storm clouds
thunderbolts and enlightening darkness are my enema of anxious anger critique
of the mono-morph collision of the scalpel shadow ‘Prozacian’ nemesis
neology of ‘animusity’ of ‘newfoundlandel’ comprehension
Dialectical complementation rises higher and higher culminates in
ethereal transcendence where collective personal unconscious
presents my animus in wishful thinking and projections as
soft and gentle revel rebel raising entropy in tender conservation to escape from
Dogma categorically demanding artificial classification replacing with dimension
flow and rivers stagnant pools of stream of consciousness evading
sexist fragmentation disenfranchising marginalisation assigning male
and female emasculated o-variation where seminal origin implantation
Precedes nurture socialised indoctrination assignment of celibate promiscuity
My animus refuses to accept in emotional rejection whether Jung and I read
symbols from the same page or not of masques façades and liberated self
where academic artistry split hairs and personality for the premise of debate
I am a rebel and claim no higher lower ground of superior distension
He or she who animates friendly animosity is right and incorrect whatever
common ground belies the provocation I propose but possibly my
presentation of what others mean in kindness is too neutral neuters psyche
While anima and animus illustrate conclude a symbiotic destination
the starting point of this and that left right up above and side by side
is far too circular an argument when we should start not end in union
Male and female are constructions of disparity of power and repression
Archetypes are not therefore I am
11th June 2016
Animus-Anima Part II—Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
barely legal yet she walks with a cats strut
(meow)
barely legal yet she wears all that make-up
(yuck)
barely legal yet she has already had sex
(wilingly)
barely legal and she's already a stripper
(dollar dollar)
barely legal and she changed her name to candy
(not cane)
barely legal and she already made a ***** movie
(for free)
barely legal and she already had two abortions
(at home)
barely legal and she lives out on her own
(in the streets)
barely legal and she's already engaged
(to the game)
barely legal and she had breast implants
(that were botched)
barely legal and her names on every wanted page
(not for hire)
barely legal and her minds so messed up
(on drugs)
barely legal to grown to grow up
(too young to vote)
She stood in the mirror facing her reflection
She hated herself and wanted perfection
Nobody cares that beauty's from within
Thousands spent on surgery just to fit in
Thin is beautiful that's what she thought
Models were tall unattractive was short
Nobody now sees personality shining through
Implants and Botox is not the real you
We're all made different we are unique in different ways
Now we are becoming more alike because of what society says
7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..
Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...
Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...
Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...
Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..
God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...
By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am
Poems, prose and roses
Poets hate politicians
Poets prefer poking pens at people
P-words, power and paupers
Poets love writing about love
Tears, the sky and meadows
Poets are prostitutes
They are sex vendors
They expose their naked thoughts
To the world
They talk dirt without apology
And care less about anyone's emotions
Poets are short-tempered like a mini skirt
Like a G-string, there's a thin line between poetry and bigotry
Poets flaunt their innermost secrets for attention
Poets are prostitutes
Because poets are deep
They spread carnal diseases
Such as satire, criticism, rebellion, revolution, philosophy and the worst diseases of all:
Human love and hate
Poets write out of need,
Self-righteousness, lust and malice.
Poets lurk in the twilight corners of solitude
Under the street lights of obsession
Poets are a minority group
Protesting for equal rights
And recognition of poetry as a profession
And they claim poetic license
Poets sometimes render their sensual services
To ingrates who refuse to pay attention
Poets are often sneered upon in a hypocritical society
And a critical clique of readers
Poets get arrested at night
As this is the time when the goddess of creativity is moaning with faked pleasures of expression.
Poets **** you up for fun.
Writers are whores
Who lust for the misery of others
Their pens drip at the orgy of words
They write from different positions
They milk rhyme and reason dry
They suck life's dictations
Until the truth 'cums' out in torrents
Poets at times endure penetrations of mediocrity
And implants of other people's labour
For the sheer ecstasy of public approval
And literary glory
Poets can rob you of your money
By sweet endearing words
So you have been warned:
Beware of these brutal bards
They can easily elope with your spouse!
The tale is shared
Vivid and bold,
To air old cares,
To redeem souls.
The journey starts
In old China;
So many parts,
Lost agendas!
The journey ends
On distant shores;
East-West now blend
Fond tales and more.
These women folk
Shared ancient roots,
Burdens and yokes,
Like bamboo shoots.
A common thread
Connects a whole:
Share rice and bread
From soul to soul.
Old China paved
The westward flow;
New life we braved
With much to show.
The old-world charm
Echoes and calls:
Rice fields and farms,
Smells we recall.
There was a time
Not quite the same;
Language and rhymes,
Pictograms names.
There was a world
On eastern shores,
Where peasant twirls
Inched basic core.
We bore our loads
With anxious hearts,
Survived harsh roads;
Full-filled our parts.
Old echoes call
With vivid chant;
Weary feet stall,
Life seeks implants.
Leon Enriquez
Written: 17 February 2010
Singapore
(16 May 2017)
if God
didn’t like
pairs of perky little round things
He wouldn’t have designed implants
But provided angels
only with wings
The Name Above Every Name
“ 9Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name,10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Phil 2:9-11 NIV
Christ took the nature of a servant
And was created in human likeness.
He humbled himself before all;
His obedience provided our righteousness.
God exalted His humble Son
And gave Him The Name Above Every Name.
At this name every knee will bow,
In heaven and on earth His praise proclaim.
Every tongue will confess
That Jesus Christ is Lord of all.
He glorified the Father above
And harkened death’s necessary call.
He made us children of God;
Changed from slaves to heirs instead.
The Name Above Every Name—
The lamb of sacrifice to wed.
The Name Above Every Name
Is upon the lips of His faithful servants,
Not through force but love alone;
The Holy Spirit's implants.
We should be so grateful,
That Christ died for us to be saved;
That He rose again from death’s pit;
Eternity on our hearts engraved.
The Name Above Every Name
Is to be glorified for all time.
Let’s worship Christ and give him thanks,
For His love so heavenly divine.
Let us shine like stars in the evening sky,
So that all who look up will see,
The Name Above Every Name,
To be worshiped for eternity!
Copyright © 2011-2012 Maureen LeFanue
Featured in my Easter Poems Book published 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
Creed
Draws out
Asks ceasefire
Implants oneness
Faith
Tattarrattat
…amazing how things change over time, from a simple knock at someone’s door, smoke signals, walking & serenading to the Pony Express, and now Cell Phones…what next, microchip implants?
Tattarrattat of sounds making universal calling to chitchat
Habitat denned of words hovering upon stagnate doormat
Dialling friends like Anna and Christine while vanity filing
Smiling Hannah throughout texts and hashtags reconciling
Taking selfies selfish as snapping shots peep after faking
Breaking stats texting thru speeding with fingers aching
Money making Facebook and Twitter toot sucking honey
Funny folks frolicking in wow of gibberish words chummy
Implanting microchiping radar loves of illusions enchanting
Ranting and deleveled amidst abysses of misunderstanding
Evaporating thoughts deified through fanatic futurists dating
Frustrating still mom and dad tired of escaping callwaiting.
...this may also be read backwards
1.Tattarrattat – the longest palindrome in the Oxford English Dictionary, coined by James Joyce in Ulysses for a knock on the door
2.denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den
3.deleveled – past tense and past participle of "delevel", to demote or be demoted to a lower level.
4.deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god
...originally I was going to enter this in Joseph May's Palindrome contest...but at the last second, I noticed the theme was about the Seasons...dah!...hello Brian lol
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as level, or deed, or "never odd or even".
Sept.24.2018
END SEPTEMBER 2018 STANDARD
,ANY FORM,ANY THEME
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
N/A for contest
A criminal child.
A criminal child,what could be more annoying?
Daily he fails the excellence of the cradle:
His school fee he spends in beer parlour
The hostel bill he lavishes in the city casino,
The cheque for books he exchanges in brothel.
A criminal child,what could be more annoying ?
He joins his gang to rob and flog his dad,
He loots mum’s wardrobe for precious jewel,
He goes under his mask and rapes his sister,
He prays daily for their deaths to take control.
A criminal child, what could be more annoying ?
He turns his father to tenant in the house he built,
He turns his mother to a staff in the firm she owned,
He makes their cars memories of things of past,
Their wardrobes now rags like falling banana leaves.
A criminal child, what could be more annoying ?
Every knock at the door takes them to firing square :
Police they think, what again could he have done ?
He puts tears on father’s cheeks hour by hour
He implants sorrow in mother’s heart everyday.
A criminal child, what could be more annoying ?
The prime’s toils he squeezes down the drain,
Though like horses they run, they lose the race ,
While they snore in dreams, their waking hour is void;
What can be more annoying than antics of a criminal child?
User’s name : Kayod5.
Contest’s name: What annoys you.
Sponsor : Frank H.
Fate makes a date with strange decrees;
Appoints and hurls each man a path;
Moves each estate just as surely;
Indwells and swirls all living stuff;
Lines each to each as kin and kind;
Yet moulds our tribe with common needs;
Tricks us to reach for peace of mind;
Implants a pride that each might seed;
Exults the pulse of plain good choice.
Sells each a style with curious feel;
Hides wild impulse in feisty poise;
Endows odd wiles that seek to heal;
Assigns appeal in paradox:
Listens as will lives in-the-box.
Leon Enriquez
06 July 2014
Singapore
Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD)
Are you upset by stomach pains
Diarrhea and bad cramps
Are you so dog-gone tired
You can’t even outrun your Gramps
Have you tried all the common cure-alls?
Medication - - - therapy
Massage and acupuncture
But relief just ain’t to be
Then perhaps you are finally ready
For a cure that some find quite weird
To counter your bad IBD
That the FDA still hasn’t cleared
See they think that an imbalance
Of bacteria within your body
Causes inflammation
And your stomach gets all knotty
So to fix that bad imbalance
Here’s what some say to do
Insert some helpful microbes
From someone’s healthy poo
Yes – I said from someone’s poop
A relative or somebody close
Just a pinch within the cheeks
Would be a healthy dose
It’s now trending in America
This desperate D Y I
If you suffer from this IBD
You just might give it a try
They are running tests in Canada
To evaluate and study
To see if fecal implants
Will cure or harm somebody
But there are those who’ve tried it
And swear it did the trick
No longer show the symptoms
No longer feel that sick
Now your doctor won’t approve it
Your friends will think you’re nuts
Passing fecal matter
The wrong way through your butts
But they say that just like blood banks
There will be donor centers too
Where healthy individuals
Can dump off healthy poo
Don’t ask me to assist you
Back where the sun don’t shine
But you can have a handful
Of any poo of mine
I don’t write this to belittle
The pain you’re going through
But I read this on the internet
So I know it must be true
And it just got me thinking
This might help someone like you
Another true news item from your Uncle Mike