Best Utilitarian Poems
The ultimate compassionate
sensation resonates beyond
daily circumstances, travails
It is calming serenity
tapered by lustful indulgences
tempting peacefulness
You wonder how such blessings
could have been bestowed
upon a common utilitarian
personality rife with imperfections.
It's mind boggling
how forces intermingle
creating spheres of happiness.
It dangles illusions
of utopian perfection
transforming everyday misanthropes
into circumstantial bliss
that encapsulates illustrious
transcendental thoughts.
Mind altering realities
bestowed upon simplicities
of thoughtless ramifications
turning lackluster days
into something magical.
For many people outside the Myanmar poetry, it may come as a surprise that there is such a thing as language-oriented poetry contemporary poetry scene in Myanmar. The Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetry.
I feel like I have to say to me about how this had happened in Myanmar, the country was under military rule over the past 60 years their poetry broke away from the traditional style classic writing about the monarchy the old and the Burmese Old Burmese way of life before the annexation of British Burma in 1886. The hair experimental poetry movement 1 of the 20th century, was 2 in the movement of new writing, which led pilot Dag on (which is now in his 90s and blind), after the end of World War 2. Influenced by left-wing ideology known of the historical period popular poetry, realism and the Marxist-oriented, through the 40S late. There was at that time, an ideological struggle between the so-called "art for art's sake" The Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetry. Has described those who did not support writing the new "bourgeois" and blasted the "progressives." Although the new writing system that is based on experimental poetry rhyme 4.3.2 with some changes in the number of syllables in each line rhyme scheme, which makes it more flexible, and was aimed at, faith, and the content of a revolutionary. The art for the masses, and poetry is the weapon of the masses against the landowners and capitalists and national. It is unfortunate that the writing of new, while winning the hearts and minds of an entire generation of young poets, and in some cases made just propaganda, and the adage is that the hair must be less aesthetic and utilitarian more so that even the common person would low education "appreciate" poem with ease. UNSUPPORTED CODE myanmar poem UNSUPPORTED CODE
Absolute Beauty’s Celestial Delineation, Evening’s Festoons , Golden Hues, Inviting Jubilation, Kid’s Laughter, Myriad Nodes Of Picturesque Quietness, Resplendant Swathes, Tufts, Utilitarian Vision Weaving ‘Xtra Youthful Zest.
For: John Freeman's contest
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 29 OCT 11
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:
The snowbird trees are putting on their colorful autumn coats
Preparing to follow the sun southward
The provincial evergreens are hunkering down for winter
All are well groomed in this spiritual oasis
A gently convex (concave if you are a koi) wooden bridge crosses a pond
The bridge is framed by the textures of nature
I leave my point of view
And walk onto it
Looking down I see koi lounging and strolling
Or perhaps they are wavy reflections of the koi-colored leaves above
I hear the murmurs of respectful visitors to this cathedral of nature
Reflecting their souls
Looking back to where I was standing is not inspiring
Murky
Colorless
Rigid
Perpendicular
Utilitarian
Nature pounded into efficient shapes
Soulless
My office
In which is hanging a window onto my deepest and highest thoughts
A large photograph of an autumn scene in a Japanese Garden
The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls
The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears
Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers pull on our heartstrings
An Orwellian surrogate mother
Totalitarian terror prevails
An Agenda to meet, time is flying
Denver Airports Time-capsule, historic
Egomaniacs prayers to the dying
Positions of power are key
Those appointed are elitely chosen
Merchants of Venice they’d shame
Like iniquitous embryos, frozen
World Health Organization, instruction
To quell conscientious objectors
Mouth the words of the purse-handlers credo
The beneficiaries, monied investors
The greatest good for the greatest of numbers
Bantham cries, from the crest of his pew
Utilitarian logic prevails
Though, decisions are made by the few
Get in line, live your days in your cells
As we gather the troops to protect you
Martial Law looms, incessantly closer
For your safety we’ll need to inject you
The corruptive, are those with the power
Wielding deaths sword, resolutely
Political towers of Babel
Where power corrupts absolutely
In a World of pandemic paranhoia
The essential works, deemed to be crucial
Are the implementation of towers
Beaming Signals of Sorrow, so brutal
A virus is only a name, you see
It was never a death causal factor
Electromagnetic technology
Is the key to the virul reactor
Big Brothers got one million eyes
And a chip, for to go where e’er you go
No crock of gold’s waiting out there
Hid beneath, ‘An Invisible Rainbow’
The ringmaster left
but the carnival stayed in town.
Erect, proud, empowered people
stride by living the Crayola dream.
Awash in color, characters in the screenplay,
the scene played with aborigine like dream walkers.
No surface left to its utilitarian plight,
all stroked and stoked with the creativity
of the artist, all crooned to by boombox
and skateboard smack, or the concrete
slap of a mariachis’ feet.
The burnt bright white light shivers
to a Hendricks strum, and the caffeinated come
one by one hooked in to hook up,
to the juke boxes sixties twang.
Children play on Aztec snakes rising
from a soft foam of green with
mosaic skin and glass eyes
freed from the restrictions, the confines,
the confounded, gay, straight, bi, free
bleeding poetry.
Word Association List – Q & A
QUESTION ANSWER
God - Perfect (Saves people from falling off the Earth into the void)
Corn Flake- Milk (You can swim in it but it is too cold and murky)
Pope- Holy (Holds up the Vatican with his staff with the help of gravity)
Bottle- Half full (Normally filled with liquid but sometimes boats)
Puppy- Warm (They run in the sun and pee on the floor)
Rapist - Evil (Have reptilian brains smaller than their *****)
Marble- Glass (Kind of roundish…roll around until they are found)
History- Mundane (Filled with holes of all sizes)
Life- Air (Keeps people going until they stop, to play and work and procreate)
Food- Pizza (One slice or two…similar to life with a beer or coke)
Tattoo- Ink (Comes with no instructions, looking for bodies to occupy )
Snow- Pure White (Love and hate in one big ball of winter)
Women- Perfection of nature (They collect coins, children, men and hair products)
Men Utilitarian (They are collected by women as a novelty)
Buttons- Up and Down (They are also found on coats and gowns.
Some can be pushed in the wrong way,)
Death- Mystery (It is only done once….and not by choice)
Math- English (2 languages that never married)
Time- Motion (Similar to arithmetic but comes with much more ticking)
Love- Women (They are a knife without the handle, without the blade
for pleasure)
Philosophy- Existence (Keeps the mind in an ocean that sways this way and that)
Words- Thoughts (Should be kept in the refrigerator to solidify)
Lists- Paper (Connecting tissues of issues with well wishes. Never delicious)
Numbers- Digits (They all serve a purpose in their own unique small way)
End- Now (It is the right thing to do and the right time to do it)
*Everything seems to be in order. Everything seems to be normal. That will be $2,000.00. See you next week... "Thank you Dr. List!"
Dummying Up
by Odin Roark
Once mannequins rocked.
Utilitarian heroes propped up
Behind steering wheels,
Windows,
Doors,
Even beside display animals.
Such were the iron-hearted
Of atomic testing ground history.
Today, Saks 5th Ave windows
With their sophisticated still-life-reality,
Serve the well-to-do shoppers,
The not so well-to-do looky-loos,
And of course, the anything-will-do bag ladies.
In Washington there resides flesh and blood versions,
Animatronic wonders,
Their brain circuitry void of action voltage,
Their suits, ties, tans
Makeup, coifs and dresses
Never askew.
Yet…
These elected reps continue more immobile
Than their lauded ancestry,
Those once sacrificial creations of purpose,
Now but a desert’s dwindling radio active dust.
Yes…
Dummying up has come a long way
To its glorification as our US Congress,
Where nonsense requires one dummy-up opener
So “I’ll see that and raise your wealthy-class
Pandering with five more tax cuts.”
At which point, they break for another fund raising junket.
Unfortunately…
The game will pick up where it left off on their return,
A mannequin mentality becoming more and more inflexible.
COMING TOO SOON
by H.B.Ussach
Popping up like pre-fab stucco-concrete-aluminum posies,
Poking up on parking lots as donut shops and quick lubes,
They are plain, utilitarian, proletarian low-low-price bunkers
On a retail war-weary land.
We live in a little valley
once famous for cedar trees.
The name is no longer a label
but celebrates the past
as do most places in this country.
It is a place with monuments
old but not ancient,
unkempt mansions that
cling to use,
solemnized as party sites
for weddings.
We can't deny its beauty
that lives beyond the ruins,
the joyous harbor that
harmonizes generously with sun and clouds,
the great meadow, the people with their
strange but utilitarian costumes
who build their bodies along the road.
Amphorae, beautifully crafted,
Delicate, exquisite, fire-glazed,
Heated in jumbo kilns,
Lovely molded necks,
Opaque pigments,
Quartzite residue-
Symbolic, timeless, utilitarian
Valued- with xanthic yellow zirconium
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Poetry notes:
Poetry form: ABC - In this instance, a poem in which every word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet. The first word begins with A, the second with B, etc.
It is Labor Day
I am paid not work
but what am I to do
the festive trimmings are not attached
so the perk is an useless quirk and
my boring schedule quickly fills in the gaps
as usual, my alarm sounds at 6am
the coffee maker perks at 6:15am
my rested body flings away the covers
I watch the Today show while shaving
fetch the newspaper, quickly scan the headlines
wait, I have more time my curiosity to prime
but the dog is on his normal morning schedule
so I speed to the door, his bladder to mollify
no fancy holiday breakfast awaits in the kitchen
so, on cue, I grab an egg, poach it, down some juice
my family sleeps on through the holiday mirage
my engine is in overdrive, but where to go
no parades, pageants append this vapid day
but there is no reason to stay at home either
no arriving relatives to amend the boredom
still, I have one day's free pay to spend
maybe, I'll take the car to the wash
nah, that is a weekend ritual
perhaps, I will canvas Pro Bass Shop
nah, the drive is longer than my work commute
OK, I will stay at home and be a utilitarian
I can finish trimming the bedroom shutters
but wait, I am out of that flossy white paint
and didn't my wife need the car for her
annual holiday shopping spree
I could re-mow the lawn to give it
a manicured look, but nah
to labor on Labor day is too oxymoronic
so I curl up in front of the TV
finish watching the Today show
contented with the lofty notion that
I am being paid to while away the day
America, the land of the free, catering to the wealthy and pushing the poor.
Blacks are all but exempt; they are seen as property and nothing more.
California brought into this nation by gold, as a false equality,
Demanded by some to spread the systems of vast irrationality.
Extradition in compromise to abolition.
Fugitives thrown back to chains, complete pacification.
Grace, all too fallen from, that was this nation.
Humble as many others were, one woman changed the nation.
Illegal activities by abolitionist became the norm, in hopes to stop degradation.
Johns and Janes educated in the taboo subject of the naive.
Kings and knights replaced with tyrannicals and elderly slaves.
Liberty and freedom for all,
Men and woman, Black and White, all readying to fall.
Night falls, creating a stage for the quarrelsome show.
Oppositions face each other, their bodies ready to feed the coming crows.
Position between this and that,
Quarrelling over the proper way to skin a cat.
Runaways are forgotten for the time being,
Say it so, as many were fleeing.
Tackless politicians following a false tradition,
Utilitarian, one may say, on their decision.
Vicious out cries spread across the nation following
White men's decision to take a stand being,
Xecute the evils of the world.
Yells coming from each side, each saying they are more moral'd.
Zephyrs blow across the grasses, to contrast what is to come.
To your Exalted Highness, yesterday’s newspaper am I-
read, re-read, swallowed, digested and vomited;
Nothing left to be explored- from the red banner headline to
The tall, beautiful, intensely religious, childrened and immigrant
Citizen Brides looming large in the horizon
Of advert pages to the Ghathak Pakhi & Co.;
From the fertile flambouyant politicians’ page
to the bespectacled intellectuals’ space
to the agony columns
to the ‘Tuition Wanteds’
to ‘What’s for you in store- Your Horoscope’-unexplored nothing;
Yesterday’s newspaper am I.
To your distinguished self, extinguished am I.
Of no utilitarian relevance am I today-
Yesterday’s newspaper am I.
Discard me, dispose me off, Your Highness, I entreat,
Consummate the feat in a cardio- eco-friendly mode.