Best Present Day Poems
Present Day Cinderella
Screaming is all I hear
Cuss words thrown across the room
She has to yell
Makes me want to die
I want to run away
But I still have to go back to that place
This is what I call home
Constant cleaning
This is the present
This is where I am
It could be worse
But this is hard
This is why I don't know love
This is why I don't want to go home
She is there
My mother
I know she cares
But I cant help but think
Without her it'd be better
Today I am Cinderella
Always cleaning
Always babysitting
Boys who know wrong from right
But don't show it
Never asking for anything
Then at night
Being screamed at
Because she cant recognized all i do
Form:
Present-Day Snake Oil Salesmen
By Elton Camp
In the past, hucksters came, patent medicine to sell
“It will cure all human ills,” is what they would yell
“While supplies last, only a dollar a bottle,” the call
“It’ll cure cancer, rheumatism, dropsy—one and all.”
Now all kinds of quack remedies we can easily get
They are brought into our homes through the Internet
“Doctors don’t want you to know about it,” they claim
But throughout history, sick folks have heard the same
That there is a conspiracy to suppress this they will say
Because the greedy doctors want things done their way
Glowing testimonials from users they proudly present
“I was sick, took this cure, and away my troubles went.”
Self-limiting conditions always fuel the quack’s success
Improvement after using the “cure,” the gullible impress
Many symptoms resolve without any treatment at all
So that the snake-oil, a miracle the sufferer will call
Also, the severity of most symptoms will come and go
But it’s the “miracle cure” that supposedly made it so
Can anyone think effective treatment a doc would hide
And so deprive himself of cure and his family beside?
If there was some natural stuff that would cure disease
Then there would be untold doctors that it would please
The next time e-mail with extravagant claims you meet
Do yourself a big favor by simply punching up “Delete”
Anyone with a connection to the internet has the ability,
to self educate themselves greater than at any prestigious university,
especially if you're one who seeks self education seriously and passionately.
All one needs to do is to type in the subject you desire to self educate,
and you'll be provided with many avenues to passionately study and investigate,
and then whenever you feel you need a self educating break,
your connection will bring whatever you find relaxing or entertaining to date.
Sadly most use this technology for entertainment and profit purposes only.
If only all could recognize our present self educating opportunity,
this world would be a far better place, I truly believe.
Far better than most people today could ever possibly conceive.
Can't trust him
He betrayed me
He laid me
Under the fire
Yeaa, he burned me
If I was a Roman I'd call him Brutus
But since I'm catholic, lets call him Judas
Trusted judas once, trusted him twice
After the third time, realized I was tooo nice
But I was finished, fed up, was done
So I prayed in the name of the spirit, father and son
That I remain calm, forget and forgive
My prayers were answered, but I no longer live
Of course judas was the cause of death
His literal stab in my back
Caused me to breathe my last breath
But I have no regrets, because now I know
My soul has risen above, where his will sink below
Form:
Somewhere in sand 'n stone,
This beach lays open 'n wide 'n cold.
Not from the standpoint of emptiness found in it's ocean,
But in the form of purified space and beauty's isolation.
Footsteps patter amongst outskirts but never after.
Under on-top and through most ever past laughter.
A fervent not hesitant share in elsewhere mire,
Hope splotched sky in a place of mind so narrow I tire.
In my view of decades calls them soon,
Kindle the image inside without the tears.
Sought in pictures I search the vast clouds,
Spanning the orange bray horizon held by fears.
Oh the brunt daft-ness of timing,
Yield focus on the fine frame of next,
Paired to the motion of cause and treasure,
Covered shores with the single statued annex.
Not lost cause ground never before gained,
Stars sing so brightly on this perfectly white grain,
Where miles of untouched beach seamlessly lay,
Time and time again until tomorrow's present day came.
Form:
People grieve the loss of their moms and dads,
and the worst thing is that they can't see
them on the their final moment and hold their hand
by the bedside...how horrible that is;
how heartwrenching it must be!
We all have been affected in tragic ways,
but if the soul can't weep that pain remains
acute and won't ever escape misery!
Have you lost a dearest friend,
so suddenly and the least expected?
A good cry can heal and comfort
the saddest and the lonliest heart,
if it finds who can alleviate its sorrow quickly,
many inflict pain on themselves, not
as a punishment but as enjoyment...
is there such a thing as a hollow victory?
How insane can they be when selfeless folks
are willing to sacrifice their time,
putting aside vanity and pride!
They should use their time for good causes,
not be the subject of cruel inflictions!
Our present day is surely the deadliest of times
for calamities! Isn't its hopelessness too invasive
and mortal...thinking that we are trapped and eventually die
from oppression and solitude before we are rescued by others?
Can prayers alter fate when all attempts have failed us?
What else can we do to stay constantly afloat and survive?
People grieve the loss of their moms and dads,
and the worst thing is that they couldn't see
them on the their final moment and hold their hand
by the bedside...how horrible that is!
How heartwrenching it must be!
We all have been affected in tragic ways,
but if the soul can't weep, that pain remains
acute and won't ever escape misery!
Have you lost a dearest friend,
so suddenly and the least expected?
A good cry can heal and comfort
the saddest and the lonliest heart,
if it finds who can alleviate its sorrow;
only a few are able to heal their wounds,
but who's willing to sacrifice their time,
putting aside vanity and pride...
before they notice the glances of afflictions?
Can anyone prevent what is to come?
Our present day is the worst time
for afflictions and its hopelessness is invasive
and mortal thinking that we are trapped and eventually die
of depression and solitude before we are rescued by others
can prayers alter fate when all attempts have failed us?
What else can we do to stay afloat and survive?
Clouds of the future, in the present day
Astronomical Lies of would-be Biblical, but Judeo-Masonic deception,
sleeping world enjoys its enslavement unconsciously,
as though by default
Majority rule is democracy?
But, the majority insists on immoral high ground
and is anyway
the majority manipulated
towards a certain tyranny
Terraforming our once beautiful planet
into a controlled
and abberated self criticism, elitism and love of
depopulation..
An envisioned pretense of
coincidental hell on Earth
Wake up sheeple wake up.
"Nice clear skies...Nothing to see here,
Move along, that's right move along"
Conspiracy Theory,
conspire against
pragmatic research,
hard fought-for, hard won
Government agencies
working in tandom with
and dictated to,
by age old secret societies
Owned and controlled
mass media oulets
and social platforms
enforce legitimacy,
perpetuate and smother
the propaganda and the lies
Censorship of speech eventually..
All freedom dies
Technocracy surfaces
as authoritarianism deconstructs
any and all opposition,
If you think you've heard
of this before,
sensed it even
you may be right,
you may sense or see
glimpses of truth still..
Does it matter that the weather modification projects
ramped up in earnest
from the late 1990's onwards
employing underground laboratories,
added Aluminum, Mercury,
Barium, Strontium and more
are bending, twisting and constructing
new chemical formulae,
for 'we the people'
to inhale?
Is this then,
an almost certain dystopian future
for their children too?
For and within patented
Jet propulsion, Big Oil
global system,
"Nice NORMAL skies, just a figment of the imagination - nothing to see here, move along, move along"
continued in Part 2 to follow..
..continued from Part 1:
Mass censorship
is sadly all pervasive
to the uninformed
and relative luxury
smitten blind,
A World view bubble,
Idolatry, Idiocracy
Creates all sorts
of trouble
Stems from all sorts of
unexplained places,
to the ill informed
Coupled with government sanctioned vaccinations, impressed upon
an uninformed majority unwitting general public,
recruited by their lowered-IQ peers,
to pass on a sedate
mocking nonchalance
Destruction under the guise
of Litigation,
The masses unaware, willful ignorance,
ad infinitum
Intention is from cause
And vice versa
Actions revealing
what they wish to conceal
Providing a hitherto
unseen, unfathomable
creeping sickness
by subversion, attrition
Autism in the young and healthy,
Alsymers in the would be wise
and ageing,
much earlier by design
Agenda driven, driving the sane insane
at an insidiously unnatural pace
to an untimely early demise,
of our own species,
Yet not the one percent
Elite disillusionment being
enforced and branded
upon the rest
Humanity as we know it
Entirety of mankind,
That we the human race
may know
and be
emancipated from
this tyranny though benign
Subdued and docile - does not maketh any man,
Artificially Intelligent
or otherwise
Of organic genuine wholesomeness,
this must take precedence
and contains the blueprints of better futures for all
Bar none
Wake up sheeple,
Do not be the children
of the Lie,
wake up now.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
March 2019
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