Best Trends Poems
It’s Cultural hypocrisy,
Like monks selling books on oxford street,
Like a political debate on your screens,
Like when Donald lost Queen Lizzy.
R.I.P to lil peep!
And the other 2 million that died this week,
*** faked his own death,
And it only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural insanity,
Like Grenfall tower’s insurance fees,
The 3,000 suicides a week,
And the worst one; Love Island on your screens.
Meghan Markle’s family send their best,
Kanye says he loves Kanye West,
Like doing the floss at a dentist,
It only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural satire comedy,
Like playing Fortnite for 2 weeks,
A hobo getting mad cause you gave him 10p,
Proudly sharing your insecurities.
I’m a vegan but sometimes I like to eat beef,
But don’t get mad, I have ADHD,
I love labels, in fact I’m obsessed,
And it only matters if you’ve trend set.
It’s culture clarity,
Like watching **** and not clearing your history,
And thinking you're as safe as safe can be,
And then seeing ads about small willies.
But none of that applies to me,
I’m obviously talking theoretically,
Changing subject... Can Ant survive without Dec?
Too soon? Or simply the latest trendset?
It’s cultural spirituality,
And I achieved enlightenment when I was three,
And then forgot what it all means,
And now I’m depressed.
It must be cause I read it on the news,
And in the papers so it must be true,
Or was it fake? I sometimes forget,
Too distracted by all the trend-sets.
It’s culture profanity,
Like your mum telling you it’s avocado for tea,
Like your grandma offering to buy you weed,
Was that just me?
I totally detest avocado for dinner,
And parents who buy their kids fidget spinners,
My patience I admit, is on the edge,
I’m sick to death of all these trend-sets.
Since when was an opinion as valid as a fact?
Since when was it ok to believe the earth is ing flat?
And we sit and wonder why we’re all so incest,
Its cause you only matters if you trendset
Yes, this culture is distracting me
And stopping me from finding peace,
By making me want to make money,
And tempting me with comedy.
So I’ll end this poem with some advice,
And I’ll try my best to make it nice,
To have a nice life, and live the best,
Do everything and anything, apart from trend-set.
It’s cultural.
A pea-sized emerald
pierces the navel, and
like a Tiger's Eye marble,
catches the sun's rays
on a scantily clad body.
Petite gold rounds
line the ears' outer edge
like quarter moons
cloistering a small face.
A superb gem
roosts left side of
a petite nose,
gleaming like
diamante on
darkish velvet.
A smile displays
highly-whitened
teeth, and a pocket
sized silver orb
rivets the center
of a pink tongue,
like a pearl of
an oyster waiting
to be culled.
Luxe jewels
pierced into
delicate skin,
manifests today's
fashion trends,
transcended
from distinct
domains of
centuries past.
I looked in all the nooks
whats left of my old books
I used to read so much
now their all rust and dust
I used to call my friends
now I text and press send
send cards by that web site
to make their hearts feel light
I know cash will not last
coins a thing of the past
stores like when you swipe cards
cash will one day be barred
Cars will soon be air borne
the geese will honk their horns
trains, planes will go more fast
a blur that will speed past
Smart phones are the new trend
keep up with the Jones friend
dont care to says my brain
some new trends are just lame
2-6-18
Ah I love being creative and having some wit to bring people to my blog,
These little holidays are causing so many views for my site stats to log,
I am creative and just so full of wit to bring others prophecy to see,
I know many will be woken because of this sly intelligence inside of me,
I thought to mix trends with my creative, artsy and poetic little side,
To bring others to the gospel and join the holy spirit God ride,
This is not vanity but only telling you I had a sly and little plan,
To use the trends to bring people to God as fast as I possibly can.
fickle fashion trends
lines go up and lines go down
going long or short
ticker tape troubles ticker
monitor flatlines near bed
~06 Jun 2016~
“My little kitty is so unique,” said Miss Olivienne Jonesmiller, “she’s a precious little shorthair, all ‘tude and sassy.”
“What will you name her?” Her mama asked.
“I’m going to name her Beaupretty.”
“My little kitty is so exotic,” said Bandit Phoenix Johnson, “he’s a wild little Toyger, straight from the jungle!”
“What will you name him?” His mama asked.
“I think I’ll call him Axel.”
“My little kitty is so slay,” said Hashtag Martinez, “she’s a silly little calico, sweet and funny.”
“What will you name her?” Her mama asked.
“I’m going to name her Giphy.”
“My little kitty is so special,” said William Raymond Hunter Bernard III, “he’s a small orange tabby with cool orange eyes. I need time to think up a name that’s fitting.”
“What will you name him?” His mama asked.
“For now, I’ll just call him kitty.”
“My little kitty is my best friend,” said little Rose Mary, “She plays with me and loves me like family.”
“What will you name her?” Her mama asked.
“I like the name Lindsay.”
“My little kitty is sleeping,” said 4-year-old Brightly McSteven.
“What will you name him?” His mama asked.
“I’m going to name him Sleepy.”
It’s nice to have some holiday downtime and not be all go-go-go. I’ve even gotten in some Animal Crossing play. After 40 minutes of picking up weeds, Bianca, one of my villagers, told me she’d heard I was dead.
Later, we’re in Lisa’s living room taking turns playing songs from Spotify.
Lisa just played “Woo”, by Rihanna. When the song ends, fading out, Leeza deadpan said, “That song is pure evil.”
“You guys, I forgot to mention it but that is my energy song, it makes me feel so HOT.” Lisa adds with a chuckle.
“It has an evil vibe,” I admit. “An evil vibe,” Leeza confirms.
“Don’t be judging,” Lisa reminds us.
“Your next,” Lisa said, nodding to Leeza, “What’ve you got for us,” she speculates, “some mental health rock?”
Leeza’s had this girl-punk-rock group called “Vancougar” playing on a loop in her room. At first, I wasn’t enthusiastic but now I think they slay. Her mom’s even gotten on board, dancing “the twist” to “Philadelphia” when it rolls around. Leeza has great taste in music although she leans a bit EMO (emotionally hard core) for me. She makes me feel old by introducing us to all these new bands like “Youngest and only,” “Calling all Captains” and “Beatrice Dear.”
“I’ve got one song to play,” Leeza says, “Paparazzi, by Lady Gaga.”
“I’ve been listening to that song all WEEK!” I gasp, “I love that song, it may be her best - that’s so random,” I finish saying as the song starts.
As Paparazzi ends Lisa says, “That song has major Gwen Stefani vibes.”
“It DOES,” I agree, “It could be “Cool” or “Sweet Escape.”
“Yeah, for sure,” Leeza agreed, “shoutout to No Doubt.”
Leeza says, “I have a conversation topic: What’s something we all acknowledge is cheugy but we still do anyway?”
“Being blonde,” I say, which gets stitches of laughter because it’s true and Lisa and I are.
“That’s true, that’s fair,” redheaded Leeza laughs. “Anyone blonde is dead to me,” which gets her a pillow in the face.
“Ok, I’m going to come for a lot of people,” Lisa says, “but yogurt, yogurt is cheugy.”
Leeza gasps, “You think yogurt.. It’s not cheugy!” she practically yells, “It gives MOM.”
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slang..
cheugy = something off-trend, or behind in an awkward way - millennial, but not fully vintage.
gives mom = a comfort activity
brands just brands
true religion needs no symbols
true fraternity needs no secrecy
true peace needs no peace keeping force
true ruler needs no throne
true love needs no ring
true beauty needs no makeup
they toyed with our rational concepts
bad is the new good
order is a product of chaos
the earth is round
the earth is flat
unisex is gorgeous woman with a baseball bat her feet on the last alive man's hat
imagine that
and we landed on the moon
in a basement someday after noon
man was an ape
enjoy the heart,mind ,and spiritual rape
some lips are better off in duck tape
we're the living shadows of our clothes
who needs......... show me the six packs show me the hose
welcome to the life, the chained dance of trends
nowadays we're digging the yellow jackets
I heard no one talking when life loses it's it's meaning it's a living racket
Tamer Hossam
I will change
all those friends.
Who are not
in 2018 trends.
Few years ago
They were
in my dreams,
in my street,
in play ground and
in my heart.
In their absent
nothing was perfect.
Presence and active part
kept me warm in wait.
Sharing teeth bite
things was very small.
But the satisfaction
was for me not small.
My parents watched me
and banned to go out.
But staring eye's call
forced me to come out.
Like reverse counting
ten, nine,..., one , zero.
List of old friends now
came to almost zero.
Because you are not
in trends my dear.
So I will change you
all without fear.
brands just brands
true religion needs no symbols
true fraternity needs no secrecy
true peace needs no peace keeping force
true ruler needs no throne
true love needs no ring
true beauty needs no makeup
they toyed with our rational concepts
bad is the new good
order is a product of chaos
the earth is round
the earth is flat
unisex is gorgeous woman with a baseball bat her feet on the last alive man's hat
imagine that
and we landed on the moon
in a basement someday after noon
man was an ape
enjoy the heart,mind ,and spiritual rape
some lips are better off in duck tape
we're the living shadows of our clothes
who needs......... show me the six packs show me the hose
welcome to the life, the chained dance of trends
nowadays we're digging the yellow jackets
I heard no one talking when life loses it's it's meaning it's a living racket
Tamer Hossam
TRENDS
by BambiLynn '70's
There once was a man who cared
He lived for giving alone
He gave all he had and told to share
And had a smile to loan
He helped the sick
He fed the poor
Yet had one great fault to lick
Having given all he had and having no more
So he started all over again
Instead of giving with a bit more heed
His ways turned to sin
To anger, to hate, and most of all greed
And in turn lost all of his friends
He then took ill and died unloved
They marked his gravestone TRENDS...
Have you noticed how technology
Is more pervasive in the world of sports?
From the equipment to the playing fields,
Even their shoes ... and look at the shorts.
I can remember the days when basketball players,
Showed all legs from snug-fitting wear.
While today, high-tech fabrics surround them,
Like loose sheets that won't impair.
And now baseball players are much more athletic,
Rarely will you see a physique like Babe Ruth.
As they seek to train harder and consume the best
Nutrition, far less partying, and that's the truth.
Also now, we can see the rules of football evolving,
Seeking to be safer and more humane.
To the point where touching a quarterback is practically
Criminal, and using your head may damage a brain.
Yet athletes will always compete and seek that
Elusive leverage to be the best they can be.
Though the rules may provide fewer tools,
As they try to outsmart technology.
Any difference between feeling horrified, on one hand,
and disenchanted terrifying thoughts, on the other,
seem connected to punishing error and folly in others
unlike our self-righteous ego identities
trained to settle for a Win/Lose anti-communal
anti-trusting world.
Such disparities are even less wise when paranoid
and manic,
a difference in degree
between tragically toxic and merely Win/Lose business as usual,
between outside projection and inside rejection
on our shared global potential enchantment stage.
Then, too,
perhaps any disappointing difference between climatic ecstasy
and everyday enchantments,
in-between wu-wei,
still kindly loves our best
and healthiest
and most beautiful,
sensual,
graceful local cooperative presence.
Each ecstatic day may bring some of both
cooperative enchantment
and Left v Right disenchanting competitions
to avoid horror and terror out there,
without doubt,
but also everyday disenchantments
of a complex,
sometimes chaotic,
domestic inside/outside competing darkness.
Facebook people I may know, do they know me?
If they do they might request to be a friend
through our Facebook interface quite easily~
but a recluse does not embrace modern trends,
unless you message a most poetic plea,
my hermitage I will happily defend;
solitude is the keystone of sanity,
all else is victim to mortal vanity!
We adorn ourselves with bells, bobbles, fringe and tassels
Our 'chic' is our own to form our attire, our home is our castle
Pick and choose for every angle of space and form - a look
A style we can call our own to fit our mood, penchant or outlook
New trends excite our willingness to display our artistic passion
Our mood, sensibility and appetite for every mode of fashion
Concepts of beauty that come in all different shapes, sizes and colors
Become a living, walking work of art for us to share with many others
Like butterflies we transform from our rustic simple cocoons
To blossom like a flower in spring brightly displayed to swoon
Its an illusion of magic, a love of change for all to behold
This passion for fashion brings us a feeling that's solid gold
November 25, 2019
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