Best Networking Poems

Opened like a morning leaf
exposed beneath the moon,
Resting in the tentacles
of a clouded ink coccoon.
Wringing hands now rest at peace-
the solitude of night,
a lantern in...

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With the heavy load you suffer
a substance not needed
yet drags you
cushioning your efforts
and deterring your pace, forgetting that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined
for this...

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Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the...

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The most social thing on earth
Social than the Social Networking Sites
Tall with straight uniform trunk
Unbranched trunk topped with a
Tuft fanlike or featherlike leaves.

Cresting with a...

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If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.

If I were the president
the people will be...

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The human synchronized synthetic sympathetic empathy I robot schizophrenic mechanism
My lifelines technological I think therefore I am and showing potential
Experimental experience my influence controls the...

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Perhaps I’m facing pogonophobes? 
Apparently wore the wrong face.
Age-hardened wiry wisps forge 
post-pubescent platemail -
protect strangers
from my truest fleshy pores, protect me 
from the xenophobes...

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On a lonely night at 11 pm, a bored boy tried social networking again
He wrote on his wall, he played some games, and he checked...

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Eerily absent at first
    neither dormant nor lurking
  Even at maturation and beyond
    neither networking nor smirking

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I was a meticulous city planner, like future plans we make for jasmine days,
And I loved beautifying the big city, like blooming parks where nature...

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back in my day
there was no technology
nothing like nowadays

the calculator was 
considered cheating
in math class

in my day girls got hauled
into the principal's office
for wearing their...

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My Dream India
In the India of my dreams,
All are with Toys and Ice-Creams.
Every Dad can fulfil his family needs,
And kids will make us happy with...

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The problem of PolyNomials,
equivalent or not?
with Not PolyNomials
hides a geometric bilateral 
not-no means yes 
polynomial assumption
that was profoundly channeled by ZeroCentric Bucky Fuller.

1 Polynomial v...

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Truth is a fertile feisty feather 
pushed off to the academic side.

More complex truths are feathered climates
within which creative co-empathic minds 
transgenerationally reside.

Owl Medicine:

"At the...

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In my town
the spiritual warriors conjoined our nature conservancy advocates,
our homeless entertainers
mystics and muses 
incarnated all the green organic dreams 
of the food righteousness brigade,

Eternal...

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