Best Monitored Poems
ignorance is bliss
baby bunny in the woods -
monitored by lynx
05.11.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Syllable : 5-7-5
deal with it
i will not let my emotions
be monitored
this is me
if you do not like the
fire
stay away
i am me
so why not enjoy
if it were left up to me
society would be ignored
i would fly to you in my
widows' weeds with hand-
fulls of forget me nots
i would wear a purple veil
to obscure the depth of
my sorrow
or not
i would hook you
in the eyes and say
hi. why me flatly
with nuance
i would move myself
into your space
and waste us both
without dignity
i would use your arms
around me to grieve
if , only if, it were
left up to me
When love was new, she felt so sure that he
was perfect for her! Everywhere they’d go
together, and he’d call her constantly.
They quickly married, for he loved her so!
He made a promise; this is what he’d do:
watch over her forever, and she found
it so romantic, but she had no clue
how closely to that man she would be bound.
He certainly watched over her, for she
was forced to quit her job. Each dime she spent
was monitored. She had no privacy.
He even checked each email that she sent.
Too soon she learned he kept his vow too well.
To have someone watch over her was hell.
I am a stranger in an alien land,
Always searching for eternal youth,
Controlled by an aristocracy with
Little time for honesty and truth.
The food banks are booming
Hardly a state of joy and glory
As the world prepares to celebrate
That age old Nativity Story.
A season of conspicuous Consumption,
A time of reflection and celebration
Or a time of struggles to survive for
A growing proportion of our nation.
Being black, unemployed or sick
Nowadays the modern day sin
As the homeless sleep rough and
Scavenge from the waste food bin.
The privileged will celebrate
The Holy Virgin Birth
And turn a blind eye to
The fast warming earth
The sick will die untreated in
The growing A and E queue
Only the thickness of a payslip
Stops that being me or you.
All over this rich nation
The comfortable will give thanks
And turn a seasonal blind eye
To queues at the food banks.
The Sovereign from the palace
Will give the annual address
Closely watched and monitored
By the billionaire owned free press.
The Sally Army Christmas, kitchen
Will feed some of the masses
And so another year of repression,
With false bonhomie, slowly passes.
I become more and more an alien
In this my own native born land
My world has changed completely
To one I can no longer understand.
I was born a female
You were born a male
None of us had a say in the matter of our birth
Neither did we chose from what part of this earth
For in His own image we were created
From the day of our birth
Our differences were laid bare
From the onset, our paths were set
Same community, same culture
Just because of a different genetic makeup
My chores were many even from that early age
From sunrise to sunset
Do this, do that
Duties allocated differently
Yet very unpropotionate
Like a flower I grew
Well watered and aired
Closely monitored and censored
Under the watchful eyes of the female folk I grew
Until my world came crashing down
My identity was not my own
My success measured by another
My dreams given a barely there nod
Then dismissed altogether
Seen as not important
I was viewed as property
A measure of wealth
An item to be passed on from one to another
A vessel for the pleasure of others
Like goods in a marketplace I was traded
Just before I blossomed
The bud that was me
Was forcefully opened
My petals recklessly plucked away
Just before I was to share my beauty with the world
My colour and fragrance was vanquished
What wrong did i do?
That I am treated differently
That my dreams and purpose in life
To you does not matter
An item of trade to you I am.
I scream and cry in silence
In constant pain my days pass by
With scars that have not healed
Despite the physical pain years ago
What wrong did I do?
I will stay silent no more
With a loud voice I will say no more
In my actions the practice will be no more
From harmful cultural practices
Join me in saying 'No more!'
The Snohomish County Health District is using the Angel of the Winds Casino's Everett arena. In order to treat victims of COVID-19. Whereas in Seattle 300 Army medical core medical professions are being utilized to treat patients not being effected by the Coronavirus. In Kent and Issaquah motels are being used to intern people affected by it. They are being monitored by the police. Yet in Kent, a homeless man broke lose and robbed a local convenience store.
The Army medical core is using the Seattle's CenturyLink Event Center and field. Treating non victims of COVID-19. Field hospitals are being established nationally and world wide. Treating this contemporary angel of death.
In Yakima twelve to thirteen inmates broke lose because their facility was being impacted by COVID-19. In several of the most impacted states, such as New York. The National Guard has been called out to render assistance. As of yesterday, thirty three of the fifty states have been effected by it.
There have been non essential business in Washington State. Ignoring Governor Jay Inslee's order to close down. First they will be warned, and finally they could lose their business licenses. For continued noncompliance.
President Donald Trump and Congress approved a stimulus package for our nation. Checks should be arriving direct deposit by the IRS in about two to three weeks. His stay at home order has been extended to April 30th.
Online schools are becoming the new normal for students. Even students without home computers can use their teacher's lesson plans. And in some areas home computers are being delivered to k-12 students.
We should watch, wait and pray for the COVID-19 to pass over us. By vanishing into thin air.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 31, 2020
"Placebo - Part 1"
Deals with God?
I don’t think that is possible.
Depends what cards you’re playing with
and what the trade off is
do you bluff? or
play it safe and lose all your tricks?
Let’s talk about SIN,
it sounds delicious
but once swallowed
it comes out just like everything else.
The thing with Sin is,
it’s a bit like diarrhoea,
depends what you’ve taken in
and how much has tainted you
pathologically, i.e.
Virus, Bacteria, Parasite?
A little diarrhoea, with the right prescription
easily blitzed.
If it’s totally infiltrated your bloodstream,
well, you're cactus really.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
I call that, with regards to Sin -
Divine intervention.
For a severe case as that,
you would be required to be kept out of reach
and monitored on a daily basis, away from
passing on the contagion to anyone else.
If you’re locked up in a small room
and the toilet paper rations run out -
it can get real messy.
Particularly if your room mate’s in
Prison Greens, is twice the size of you
and a Psychopath with a propensity
for knocking your head into the wall
whenever you ignore him
and while he’s at it, takes the opportunity
to rub himself up against you – he’s
marking his territory….
and well, you’re at that point where
you’re thinking,
“Do I bluff? Or play it safe and lose all my tricks?”
At that moment, it’s a safe bet
you’ve lost all your tricks.
And you’re thinking,
“This ain’t Protective Custody,
where’s God in all of this?”
(Lovejoy-Burrton/2017 Dec)
HELLO POETS .. RON HERE FOR SWEETHEARTTHANK YOU ALL FOR PRAYERS AND CONCERN FOR LINDA-MARIE.
SHE IS RECOVERING BUT STILL HOSPITLIZED ANOTHER WEEK.
MY WIFE IS SEVERLY DEHYDRATED CAUSING HER BLOOD PRESSURE TO DROP
TO DANGEROUS LEVELS FOR SURVIVAL.
SHE IS ON AN I.V. FOR FLUIDS AND MONITORED CLOSELY.
SHE WANTED ME TO BE SURE TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRAYERS POETS.
THE ENTIRE FAMILY BELIEVES IN PRAYER POWER AND WE SEE RESULTS.
MY WIFE IS COMPOSING A SPECIAL POEM FROM HER BED TO SEND TO
THE VICTIMS OF SANDY HOOK SCHOOL TRAGEDY .
WHEN SHE IS ABLE TO RETURN TO PS SHE WILL POST AND SHARE WITH YOU.
WE ALL APPRECIATE THE LOVE AND SUPPORT. SHE MISSES EVERYONE OF YOU.
IT WILL BE A LONG TIME TO RECOVER AND BUILD UP HER NUTRITION.
HER ADVICE FOR ALL WHO MADE A RESOLUTION TO LOSE WEIGHT
TO BE HEALTHY FOR NEW YEAR.......
BE CAREFUL AND NOT TOO RIGID. SHE DROPPED TO 90 POUNDS
WITH DIET AND CALORIES AND IT GOT HER IN A LIFE THREATENING SITUATION.
WE aRE SO FORTUNATE WE DID NOT LOSE HER AS IT COULD HAVE GONE EITHER WAY.
GOD BLESS ALL FROM US SO THANKFUL
RON
As he wears his golden crown
He forages frantically.
The goldcrest alights, he touches down.
He wears his crown magnitoquently.
"Fee hee hee" he chirps rapidly
A spider, the goldcrest consumed;
From its web he had plucked it away.
His excited search for food then resumed,
He must eat to survive another day.
The diminutive bird hopped from bough to bough
In search for food he scoured the tree.
His search of the tree was thorough
and fruitful;he had enough to eat.
"Fee hee hee" he sang satisfied
Next, the bird went to the forest floor.
Surrounded by altitudinous conifers,
He noticed on the ground were insects galore
which he closely monitored.
The beetles and earwigs and ants and lice
were building and crawling and swarming.
The goldcrest once and twice and thrice
swallowed an ant with no warning.
"Fee hee hee" no more did he hunger;
His body was warming
"Fee hee hee" he sang from the tree
as he sat on a prominent perch.
So much the little bird could see
from the top of the high-reaching larch.
As dusk fell, he remained on the plant;
He listened to the woodpigeons croon.
The very next day he would feast on more ants
........He drifted off into a sloom
By Sean Martin-Byrne
A poem is a cryptic array
And could be the terrorist play
The web is complex
But will never perplex
The mighty and proud NSA
Author's note: It is not just phone and email traffic that is monitored. By logic and since any and all websites can be used as code, I have to surmise that the NSA is reading all web traffic as well. Nothing is private from the prying eyes of the web crawlers. The robots out there scanning us and checking on what we are doing may inflate the total of the views of our work.
I cuddled my baby until he took his first few steps
And began to exercise his new freedom of choice,
I heard him babble words like “ma ma” and “da da”
Years before he developed a man’s voice.
I lengthened the cord when he desired to run free
And monitored his activities and friendships, too
I trusted wisdom and instruction to guide him
Even in situations that were brand new.
I cheered when he participated in sporting events,
Both at practice and games, I did what proud parents do.
I encouraged him through disappointment and losses
And his joyful response was, “Mom, I love you.”
I listened to the things he said no matter where or what
And embraced him when he was sick or sad
I shared my life stories to motivate and inspire
But when I let go of the reins, he was so glad I got mad.
I cried at his high school graduation
And waved farewell when he joined the military.
I beamed when he clicked his heels and saluted.
What a handsome man in uniform he turned out to be.
I sent care packages from time to time
Just to ensure that he was eating right.
I asked my Lord to protect my child,
Each day when I prayed—and each night.
I stockpiled memories before he went away
And rejoiced at hearing news of the battles they won.
I pacified all my concerns with hope
And longed for his work on the battlefield to be done.
I know that a child is a precious gift from God,
And I did my best with the son placed in my care,
God gave him to me, and let war take him away….
He’s still my son, and there’s much more I could share.
Rodney King said it best.
"Why can't we all just get along?"
Anger is an emotion when unleashed,
it causes harm.
Like firing a gun, you can't take the
bullet back, the damage is already done!
It's a Narcissistic, Psychopathic trait,
to unleash venom, in an uncontrollable way!
No regard for your fellow man and woman,
I must say.
"Remember this, it's not the things you say that matter,
It's the things you don't say."
Treat Others How You Would Want To Be Treated.
No put downs or foul language needed.
Remember it's your reputation showing,
The rocks will come back that you are throwing!
When you hurt someone( Man Up) or( Woman Up) to apologize.
Your a bigger man or woman. When you do whats right.
No one's perfect we all make mistakes,
but get over it, move on, for Pete's Sake.
Michael Tor 10/21/2015
We all sometimes get angry. Anger is an emotion that needs to be controlled. If not it causes harm to where its vented, and instead of you controlling it, it controls you.
We are here on the soup to share the love we have with this art form with one
another. Not to fight with one another. Respect one another and disagree
respectfully. Your reputation is monitored by your actions. Thanks for listening.
Breaking free from collusion
A watch tower stands tall a look out in the circular prisons
surrounded by wardens laying down prescriptions and rules
with us in the centre fragmented in dead ends and schisms
mirrored glass no one inside we internalise as obedient fools
At the gate high walls conscience barriers and road blocks
imagined barbed wire where we pay fines in constant delusion
monitored in constriction we fail to walk outside of that box
abide by dogma norms lack vision to approach our confusion
Afraid of cul de sacs dead ends stop signs for individual drive
we halt and abide arrested immobilised for society’s sake
accept torturous certainty admit to all guilt and as we shrive
cannot distinguish from needs what is causing us mind ache
Roundabout’s exits guarded by our very own straight jackets
we spin around like puppets on strings to our master’s delight
The ‘panopticon’ demands obedience and we cannot attack it
for lack of conviction rebellion introspection rigorous insight
Unless we break free from chains of what others demand
disregard our dreams our beauty default on individual virtue
the road ends at a four way stop where forever we stand
disunited abolished forgotten and constant imagined taboo
4th January 2017
Written for contest: At the end of the road
As dusk dawned
In hushed dark solace,
Awareness battled
Comatose.
One question, pleading:
Terminate this torment,
Honour this last wish,
Yearning.
Only so much love can be lost;
Pain be carried;
Blood be spilt...
Horror.
In muted shine,
Deadened voices,
Monitored beep beep,
Kindness.
Salty moist wiped away
With mellow moves
In a tone that provides
Humanity.
***
January 31, 2017
BP knew on February Thirteenth
Of structural flaws in the well beneath
Goldman Sachs sold its stock
It should come as no shock
The Lord in heaven is grinding his teeth
*Goldman Sachs was the number two contributor to the Obama campaign and
suspicion has surfaced as to why the White House has inadequately monitored
offshore drilling and has been slow to act on stopping the oil spill.
GS sold nearly 60 percent of its BP stock before the April 20th explosion. Coincidence? Insider trading?