Best Subsidies Poems
Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
you plunder through life taking no prisoners,
with your philosophical knuckles dragging on the ground.
You are a dying breed born of privilege and tenacious greed,
tendering little in life other than your selfish need.
What is it you seek in life other than your very personal comfort?
You never give a sideways glance to anyone with no chance of adding to your
circumstance; narrow minded cruelty subsidies the shutdown of any
tenderness, allowing emotional banalities to supersede integrity.
Your karmic debt is too cancerous to be free -
a lover of women among inept men,
but piteous fodder for contempt among strong women.
Neanderthal, you tossed love off the tongue like spit flung and stung my cheek with
runny dung....in disgust I turn away at your insipid attempt at manhood.
So many conquests, so little time.
The pittance you gave is but a trail of unwitting shame,
littered like Gretel's bread crumbs into a wilderness of pain...
How sad you thought such a pittance could buy my soul.
I am no longer a member of your colonial servitude,
and you are an inept fossil long past its prime.
From this moment, Narcissistic Neanderthal,
I am free.
Barriers broken,
Words unspoken
Cant let you in
My skins to thin
My hands are bare
Sweat covers the
Fear.
A layer taken,
Starting to break in
My thoughts are shaken
I cant breath...
Im sinking slowly
I have to leave
The door is closing
Im slowly choking.
Your prescence is
provoking
Intoxicating.
Another layer taken
Nothing faking.
Im slipping in silence
Weakened in shyness
Butterflies, fluttering,
Anxious, nervous
Whenever your near.
A layer has just again,
Disappeared
Your touch is tender
Passionate, intense.
Im breathless, blinded
Have no defense.
I cant deny what I feel
Inside
Although I hide.
A layer subsidies.
This is heavy, I love you
So much.
I scream with emotion,
Each time we touch.
You have pulled me out
I have, let you in.
I have never experienced
This feeling.
Vulnerable no longer,
My heart secured.
My love crys with
Happiness
No longer a layer
A layer no more
This was originally, meant to be a song.
I wrote
Inspired by a song I love
Colour blind ,,by counting crows:)
contest: new poets
Posted 6/ 14/ 2013
I wear a toga bigger than the life I live
I know who I am so I scream aloud, clear
My name means unlimited abundance
Cultivating the earth is a blessed calling
Transcending generations even unborn
For man, food must be, for life must be
I know who I am, a facilitator typified
Learning in life has made man conquer forever
My contemporaries smile, they chose to learn
Like they sow, the more they keep reaping
My shepherds are led by their noses and stray
My portion varies wildly from existing branding
I reap with the pests and weeds and back ache
Years of manual tilling has tilted my pose
The sun has melted my swagger, resistance I am
I have never seen tractors only hoes behold
Monies for farms fund party rallies, orgies
Agricultural subsidies strictly for city men
No knowledge of chemicals and plant food
The human factor beats them all
The little harvest must be shared to bear
Streams of humans surviving on tiny bits
To share for us is tomorrow lived and beyond
While the bourgeoisie wallow during filthy wealth
These calloused hands they are bent to tear
In a utilitarian, profit-maximizing economy
Where supply only meets demand
And demand runs only for those
Willing and able; where the margin
Between total revenue
And total cost must be largest;
Where taxes are necessary evil
As they cause disincentive to work
And subsidies too as they
Breed the disgrace of inefficiency;
Where it is all about sustained
Growth and low inflation and
Low unemployment and
Healthy balance of payment and
Efficiency in resource allocation and
Maybe equity, but not quite
Equality, and perhaps standard of living
But hardly quality of life—
This is what is heard of them:
at last he knows what
has been kicking his ass all these years
living a slow trauma smelling of empire
guardians of civilization on strike or asleep
concluding that non-conformists are all alike
but wait I am harsh this is all from memory
must have been the Kristalnacht last night
the simple concept fire is hot
does not have a subjective alternative
I tell you this with both lips
eyes watering from the smoke and prayers
in an instructive grand demonstration
of just the right amount
at just the right time
fortunately the farm subsidies
kept his garden of delight
in full Amsterdam trim
until Dr. Schnitt opened his skull
in a state sanctioned inquiry
involving all manner of pageantry
gave me a jolly good boot up the spizzerinctum
I'll tell you that right here right there
tweetering bluebirds now circle my head
the hum of life in there somewhere
most thoughts are unoriginal anyhow
you don't need a text balloon to survive
but it's a lot more contemporary
makes the aerodynamics a little smoother
my geneticist says I must be careful
several members of my family
have perished from documented cases
of spontaneous human combustion
must have fallen off the chameleon ride
but no matter they love you one day
hate your ashes the next go figure
not all internal signal input is valid
for this reason scalpels have been handed out
a National Dissection Day special
Nurse Lefty in her lightning bug suit
was just trying to get the job done
after the renunciation of befuddlement
and the realization she had fingers
that were much different from her toes
oh boy we're on another subject already
rhyming crocodile and Nile somehow
fighting fire with smoke see above
partially eaten in spite of the effort
even the effort was eaten
cough cough
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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The Entrepreneur
I`m thinking of the man who was clearing land
He wanted to grow cabbage, a good idea especially
Since farmers get subsidies from EU for planting orange trees
The country drowning in orange twice a year
There many stones on the ground here and looks like
The extracted teeth of giants, so the man decided
To construct a pyramid for the untrained eye the mound
Of stones look like a heap of rocks, and it has also become
A Paradise for rabbits
The cabbages his soil produced were pathetic, so he gave
It up, he didn`t have the long view as a farmer needs.
He went to Franc instead and worked on a winery there.
He saved his money and began driving a Taxi I Paris but
Lost his licence for drinking wine on the job
There were no wise men come to see
No king to charge a death decree
No guiding light
No silent night
No precious gifts or subsidies
There was some help, an old sawbones
A nice warm bed away from home
No family friends
Just next of kin
Good news went out by telephone
A Leo child not Capricorn
No world to save when I was born
Rejoice with joy
New baby boy
In mother's arms all safe and warm
Today's the day my mom gave birth
The day she put me on this earth
To do my best
Accept no less
To walk upright and have some worth
8/13/2016
DOB 8/13/57
Another cold winter has passed.
Every winter threatens even colder icey blasts.
Green shoots still bud, somehow.
Frost subsidies; spring's hope approaches.
Now flowers need pruning, hedges trimming. But...
too many cuts, stump development.
Come either rain or snow,
balanced budgets make neither friend nor foe
of deficits and surpluses.
The gardener snips. Considering damage.
Restoring order. Uprooting weeds. Encouraging growth.
Preparing better, for next winter.
Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
The world is run by tyrants who don't really care
Like the Cameron's the Clinton's the Bush's and especially Tory Blair
These warmongers ruin lives and destroy communities
And they all should spend life in prison doing toilet duties
People are coming together realising where it went wrong
United in solidarity is what'll make the people strong
We need to keep up the momentum and push for fairer times
And stop the evil Tories committing heinous crimes
Because under the current Tory rule it's caused a lot of pain
Theresa May and Hammond I look down on in distain
Giving tax breaks and subsidies to their Etonian chums
While offering the poor and vulnerable only loose change and crumbs
So why do we accept homelessness and foodbanks today
While the rich quaff shampers on luxury yacht's far away
Because under the current system it only benefits a few
So people need to suffer and that includes me and you
The world is run by tyrants who don't really care
Like the Cameron's the Clinton's the Bush's and especially Tory Blair
These warmongers ruin lives and destroy communities
And they all should spend life in prison doing toilet duties
King James Bible. New Testament. Revelation 6:1
"Now I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals; and I heard one of the four living
creatures saying with a voice like thunder, 'Come and see.'"
I awoke to the sound of thunder crashing in my head. There is a faint mumbling
in the background of a violent rumbling. A whisper, now growing louder as the sound
embedded in my head is traveling deeper and deeper into my body. The sound
vibrating through my bones and radiating out of my body, such that I levitate and
ascend through the ceiling into the clouds above. I hear the voice and it's becoming
clearer to understand "Come... " the whisper was soft and gave me a chill that crept
down my spine. Passing through a cloud I was now in a marble stone hall that
stretched as long as Heaven it seems. Before me stands a golden alter "... See." the
voice bouncing in my head like thunder; a flash of light and twelve chairs appear
floating on each side of the golden alter. As fast as they appeared, they vanish in a
cloak of light. In the distance of heaven I hear the screeching screams of a Lamb being
slaughtered... then again the twenty four chairs appeared with four creatures standing
without shadows. Like a flash of lighting the images come and go. A Silence falls upon
Heaven while an eerie presence lingers along with the music of faint chords being
plucked. The music and the suspense subsidies; the voice, this time coming from the
creatures "Come..." I am content to obey. I walked towards to the creatures; they all
are winged hybrid animals covered in eyes. Some eyes looked frantic as if they where
screaming out in pain; Some where crying, others looked right at me never relaxing
their stare. " Come and See." and in his eyes I'd seen the fall of man, the end of all
days, there was a dimming light after flames enveloped the earth... I then was awake
lying on me bed, this is too vivid to have been a dream. Did I make it all up or was I in
Heaven as it seems?
THE DIE IS CAST
“I See,” said a blind man to his deaf Spouse, emphatically
I hear the S-rhetoric She replied Sarcastically
The symptoms and signs of Stagnation
The Syndrome of intermittent Systems and Structures
Signing and later whining or wining
Structural adjustment and subsidies
The insatiable appetite for Sausages and Swine
Speculation and Smart Partnerships Scenarios
Synergies, Song of Science, Strategies, Solutions all Send Shivers down my Spine
Stock exchange and Streamlining just Sentimental
What with Solo driving, Sole proprietorship of Strings of businesses
As the faith of the Servicemen wavers, the Sales are reportedly Staggering
A Slump they call it but there’s Something Sinister
Swing into action to Subjugate these Saboteurs?
My Spirit faints But rejoice oh my Soul
Share the Spoil of the Wicked, Shillings and Swiss Francs or $ollars
If they call this Scathing, what is Stealing?
Smelling, a Stench!
Servant leaders, Surge forward to foil this Sunlight melancholy
For a calm Sea never made a good Swimmer
Study the Science of the Soil and the oil
When funds are Squandered
Guillotine the Small witty cashiers, the sardines
A Sacrifice of sorts, Scape goating and Summary Sentencing
“Where are the big bully Signatories, the Sharks”, a Senior Citizen asks?
Scot free, in Singapore in another Symposium
And who will Sub-due the enemy? Where are the species of valour, women of virtue?
Behold the Son of David, Save us!
Saviour, open your eyes and See, take our Prayer Seriously
With You on our Side we can Salvage the Situation and Scale walls
Now Freddie Mack
And Sallie Mae
Live in a shack
Their debt obligation collateralized
Advanced state of deception
But let's keep going
Short of cash, broke
Like all the US banks
Running out of money
In this surreal free for all
Where barking dogs
And screeching cats
Testify before Congress
Watched by sane observers
On the shore
With manicured nails
And fresh pressed dresses
Who stare at us with
Glazed hard marble eyes
While they lose their homes
This exertion
Reduced us to tatters
With all the rest of the mad hatters
Who cry for government guarantees
Beg for automobile subsidies
While looking for Alice, we lost our jobs
Running from the disenfranchised mob
In all things, give thanks.
Surrounded,
overwhelmed by claustrophobic depression,
gratitude.
Gratitude, a sacred noun,
positive attitude, a secular verb phase.
Depression and gratitude,
depressed gratitude,
mystical oxymoron.
Impossibly essential
potential.
Repression and victory.
Hope in and through blind and deaf,
senseless faith in power of positions
over doubling down negative
to co-arise resonant resolutions.
Suppression yet naked clarity,
dualdark yet light-squared
and cubed
and fractal holonic,
holy,
sacred self enslavement,
mortality
despair.
Desecrated Earth
and inhumane capitalized bodies,
giving thanks
in dawn's promised dusk.
Within,
above,
below all,
giving thanks receiving thanks,
sacred acclimating gratitude,
humbling attitude.
Great commissions,
emissions,
omissions;
elevating attitudes
descending through our past.
Elevators rise to fall to rise
within great and small commissions.
Paradise fulfills embryonic love
as love grows roots in positive faith
as faith emerges out of naked hope
as hope fertilizes absence of mistrust's despair.
Desperation's absence
begins with absence of pathological denial,
returning Earth's embryonic trust
with mistrust,
light squared fertility
returning dualistic darkness.
Energy is capital,
our regenerative god
and our degenerating idolatry.
Our subsidies
grow our investments in future health
and our divestments out of past pathologies.
Information is the capital derivative of energy,
as exformation departs from embryonic negentropy.
Great commissions of gratifying robust systems
grow from small omissions of dissonant mistrust.
In all trusted and mistrusted things, give thanks.
Cardboard box compassion,
canned love with a cadaver expiration date
Sub-contract the morgue delivery,
charge a mob fee that’s double the going vig rate
Profit from scapegoating the poor —
Brand X the Depression Era entitlement hate
Legislative death cargo transported,
collect a toll fee that’ll be triple the gouge rebate
Cubic Interstate road numbers
with a devil design ...
dark Transformer souls cast asunder
Route 66: a six-finger sign —
motorcade truck convoy plunder
Screaming eighteen wheelers
rolling over poverty pavement: cement blocks six-feet under
Shipping tax subsidies to the rich,
giving them nothing but the best of the best
Sending slashed welfare to the poor,
we receive only the worst of the crop rejects
Taste the tainted meat,
swallow the spoiled dairy
Dump down dignity deprived mouths
Gov’ment-approved dietary sewer —
rich grifter liquidity from piss poor stewards
Good Shepherd Jesus
fed the hungry poor faithful flock
with golden honey poured from the Rock
Bad Gov’ment hussy Jezebel
sour breast feed maggot milk
to bloated baby bodies that ghetto dwell
Being born Black Bottom dirt poor
in a harvest rich Egypt is so famine pyramid living dead
Federal Pharaoh money bow indoctrination says
it’s a raw propaganda feast for your malnourished head
Eat the putrid flesh,
drink the rancid dairy
Dump down dignity starved throats
Death-approved nutritional sewer —
rich excrement policies
from Capitol dunghill poor stewards
Chasing The American Dream Part1
The wonders of social media and its different applications ...
They allow everyone to make reconnections and link up broken communications...
Recently through the ever pervasive hphone What's app application...
Chanced upon a long lost childhood acquaintance while in primary education..
Going back 50 years or thereabouts, we were school kids so care free...
School was something we had to do going by our respective parents' decree...
Classmates were aplenty when we were that little and so carefree...
Being that many, some were invariably great company and others were on the periphery...
Now that this generation of us are all pushing 60, greying and decidedly growing old...
Facebook and What's app are some social media aids we indulge among friends so old...
Little wonder we are like scattered oats, prospering all over the globe...
Many of us are already dotting GrandParents and savoring our golden years...
A few adventurous souls have conquered distances, seas and the oceans...
They are no longer residing here in Bolehland, the motherland where they were born....
These adventurous ones are now Australians, Singaporeans and one is even in Kiwiland...
And of course, a few are living the American Dream, lapping it up in the Land of the Free...
Now, at the present moment in history, Bolehland here is far from rosy...
Our currency, thankfully it is stabilised temporarily, has fallen considerably...
The political situation is a tumultuous one with frequent spats of public bickering...
The ruling party appears less than satisfactory and perceived to be corrupted and less than worthy...
The common people, the rakyat, are understandably far from happy....
From the onslaught of removed subsidies, new taxes and heightened cost of living ...
So things are far from rosy here in Bolehland, very much unlike the fabled American Dream...
Where freedom reigns to provide golden opportunities of revelling in the American Dream...
So here's the glaring difference, Bolehland here is sliding down a slippery slope of economics...
While far beyond the horizon, the Trump administration is working towards making America Great Again...
What a difference...