Homogenized Poems | Examples

Helenas High Hopes for Humanity

heavily haggard Helena’s haphazard hilarity of harmony
homogenized her humble habitat, in no way hampering her
humanitarian handicap. Hazy harshness hastened
a heartening of her highness’s high hopes for humanity.

Harmonious

Harmonious is not a horrid homogenized concoction,
pulsed and blitzed in a blender mixer,
until the notes and flavors meld and gel set.
Instead it is a polyphonic pitch ensemble,
a juxtaposition of notes in counterpoint.
Chords, sounds, glissando's and voices
all intermingle as individuals,
balancing consonance and dissonance
in harmony.

When your world goes way out of tune,
discordant in cacophony,
clanging with noisy chaotic strife!
Get your harpsichord re-tuned afresh,
to sound notes of love, true blue, not bluesy bent.
Then your soul can be harmonious again
in rhythmic syncopating jam sessions,
adlibbing with your soul mates,
in a potpourri of flavors, savored
harmonious.

Water Dissolved

Snake cuts through the flames of judgement
Sigils become homogenized black.
Snake cuts through the flames of judgement
Sigils become homogenized
Back 
Through the dread cesspool of filth
Filth defines what defiles
Nebuchadnezzar unlocks the key
The broken god may rest today 
And forevermore.
For the One in Flesh is dead.

Molten Candle

Tiny candle, smoldering on the table, crying out.
If you haven't homogenized, don't sit with your peers. 
Only a burning wick may damage the wax snout. 
Nero's light has raised such eager hopes of medieval years 
On a dazzling throne, cut heads using a pair of shears.



Written: August 8, 2021


A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

In My Lifetime

In my lifetime we've come a long way in the USA
   I remember when the signs in the South read 'Whites only!'
No 'Jews or N-word-types Allowed!' -- swear to God
   Cicero, IL was lily-white, as was my high school
With no people of color, Poles and Italians did fight
   No blacks on TV, and the names were all Christianized
Little wonder the sitcom humor seemed canned and homogenized

Today is far different; we're a rainbow of colors
   We think nothing of whites walking next to black others
We've had an African-American President and First Lady
   Senators and Congressmen from Somalia and Haiti
The one drawback is this: With all of our newfound diversity
   It seems we're grinding our gears in the muck of perversity

Eclectic Collect It

collections show facets to me
assorted pieces hail history
recollections kept deep inside
where irrational follies hide

motley montages, memories
my collections, things that please
miscellaneous, sorts of stuff
put on shelves to gather dust

various items mingle mixed up
me, I drink from a colorful cup
assortments, sterling junk
filling my titanic trunk

sundry items I stow away
reminisce a bygone day
distinct diverse similarly same
trophies of an ill-played game

complimentary, thank the house
many swiped by an itinerant louse
gratis free without charge
relics befitting an Egyptian barge

diverse predictable mixes
homogenized random pickup sticks
similar in dissimilar ways
homage only an owner pays

collected eclectic on different days
rewards for a divergent gaze
beauty beheld in many possessions
mirrored reflections, oblique obsessions

Residual

Ancient priests,
witch doctors,
shamans,
sorcerers. 
Power!
Held the
ancients in
control.
Existence 
frightening,
answers few.
Power, the
few holding
the many.
Control!
Controllers,
followers.
Power,
rewards for
those who
grasp it!
Humanity, 
pecking order.
Power passed
from ancients 
thru modernity!
Nothing 
changed!
Few
controlling 
the many.
Change.
Change
coming.
Hive.
Human hive.
Hive mind
technology,
internet 
singularity.
Pecking order,
dies!
Power 
homogenized!

Bush Had Become Legendary

Bush Had Become Legendary

In choir, Bush was known to be legendary; 
Had heard he could sing just like a canary; 
We realized, 
Milk homogenized; 
Scare cows who they did milk daily in dairy.

He never tried to milk anyone and was the
kindest President we will have ever known.

Jim Horn

Homogenized

Humanity
is now in a
blender.
For 
centuries 
humanity
lived in pockets,
developing 
different ways
of being.
Time passes
humanity
spreads   
mixing the
pockets.
Friction, grinding,
war,
the pockets
grind against 
one another.
Time passes
technology 
advances.
Enter the 
Internet.
Homogenization
accelerates at
the speed of 
light.
Old ways
obliterated,
pockets 
homogenized.
a new world
is
born.

Apollo 11 Brightens Our Future

APOLLO 11 BRIGHTENS OUR FUTURE

Beyond the twinkling stars, so still - the dark.
We strive for greater things - the Moon and Mars.
And Venus we do praise her beauty mark.
Our Milky Way -  homogenized gold stars.

Forgotten Pluto, runt, invisible.
And mando Jupiter, so powerful.
Each planet thrives alone, divisible.
Our great universe quite so beautiful.

Astronaut stands heroic with flag plant.
We stare up at the shining white rapt moon.
We dream to see a microscopic ant
or life-size man, on the right side of June.

The mysterious sky lights up each face.
The night unveils our future life in space.

9th Place
5/9/2017
Sonnet Form
Shadow Hamilton's Night Sky Sonnets contest

Breaking It Down

Street preach,
break it down for the peeps
Tell 'em what the Invisible eyes
in the skies see
Street preacher,
break it down for the people
Tell 'em what all the homogenized lies
in disguise be
Even when you give them the hardwood truth,
they still call you woodpecker crazy
I remember how you laid it all out to me
once before
Divined the Scrabble tiles on the basement floor,
at the psychiatric hospital
I see the years have treated you well,
harnessing the uncanny ability to foretell
Too bad no one truly listens to you,
Nazarenes are always treated like they're fools
But I'm glad to see you still grinding
with those sharp spiritual tools
Keep on street preaching,
keep on awaking the lost peeps that are sleep
Day job: shepherd the grazing sheep
Night job: guide them to God's grace safely
Fold your sackcloth neatly
after you're no longer permitted
to speak openly
I hear those sirens coming to get you, street preach
Coming to carry your voice far away out of reach
When you're gone,
who will break the truth down to the people?
O Lord, I beseech,
will it be me who will now have to teach?

Ideal Horn Haiku

Ideal Horn Haiku

A utopia
Being completely balanced
And homogenized.

Jim Horn

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx

Bliss

We are tangled in our own restraints.

Canned and homogenized... Congealed and packaged.

We meander sheepishly through the one-way stalls society has provided. 
 Strategically placed in the direction they need us to be going...   

We are distracted by our devices. We glance up to see the burning world; only to yell empty obscenities at the TV, and go back to our newest episode of electronic fantasy. 

Information overload...
 News is instant and constant. The grim reality is looking at us through our gadgets, but it's only as real as our video games. 
 Morality and honor died with our grandparents. And as we watch heads being severed in some remote, dusty hell, we feel only for a moment... 
 Our distraction is our salvation, for 
 Ignorance is truly bliss...

Pages of the Past

When I dare return to the pages of my past

Turning each one with embarrassment and shame

With regret, remorse and self incrimination

I finally come to you

Like purifying balms you came to me

Luring me gently with a smile and touch

To be the best I could lest you be disappointed

To create another page of my indictments

 

You taught me of the simplicity of life

“What do you want to do today?”

“I want to be happy”

And you reduced life itself to its foundation

“It’s something to do”

You taught me about priorities and philosophy

“Worry . . . . if that’s really what you want to do

Or we can go to the lake and count the swans”

 

And like all things, the problems disappeared

The challenges, goals and ambitions melted into folly

And the reasons for all things homogenized into us

And the enchantment of coffee-flavored kisses

On a bright and promising morning 

Became our religion, hope, destiny and dream

And it was beautiful then . . . . in a two room flat

In the Alps of a city where love once lived

Hucksterized Homogenized Hoopla

Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
Colored logarithmically
And perceived equivocally

Expression mere epitaph

Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts

Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth

- Mark Time -

Hermetically sealed
Peddled for a dime

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