Long Amplifier Poems
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On Twitter, late at night, you’re a big tough guy
calling people out and spitting in their eyes.
But in the real world - you blubber and you blunder,
like inside your head there’s a fire in the dumpster.
Your call to drink Lysol was a typical, deadly, Trump proffer -
your handling of the pandemic an incompetent slaughter.
In the face of unrest you pour fuel on the fire -
a dead BLACK man? You're a trouble amplifier.
Texting on Twitter you’re a liar and a punk -
when trouble breaks out, you hunker in a bunker.
You’re America’s undertaker, our commander-and-thief -
a living, breathing catastrophe - leading America disastrously.
Born of stardust to experience duality.
Should I thank my Ancestors for providing a path to me?
They say sweet baby don't you cry.
But I don't know how to lie.
They say an empty vessel makes too much noise.
But I don’t know how to fill it with my voice.
They say look before you leap.
But I am afraid I will fall in too deep.
They say seek the daily truth.
But I am afraid it won't suit.
They say the tone of your voice speaks louder than your words.
But I have an amplifier with me to be heard.
They say an ounce of protection is worth a pound of cure.
But I have none of the symptoms for sure.
They say listen to your heart's melody.
But I have a brain to follow my heresy.
They say temper your ego for it does not know divine timing.
But I love me being me in finding.
They say put your best foot forward.
But I love to read books with no foreword.
They say explore all paths and leave no stone unturned.
But I love to get lost in the woods in turns.
They say a rolling stone gathers no moss.
But I proclaim so do the stones that cost.
They say temper your ignorance, superstition and fear.
But I proclaim to be present here to be rid of fear.
They say being part is being whole.
But I proclaim everything is the same in the blackhole.
They say push the envelope
But I proclaim it is better first to say hello.
They say listen to your heart and intuition.
But I seek the proper instructions.
They say don't stop believing.
But I seek fulfilled living.
They say wrap your troubles in dreams and dream them away.
But I seek clarity when I am awake.
They say see the true colors and hear the true sounds.
I now know that is the source of true surrounds.
They say time shall heal all wounds.
I now know patience is a key to making mounds.
They say all is well that ends well.
I now know there is no journey, it's all destinations.
They say bridge the gap.
I go to formless from form.
They say inform yourself to reform yourself.
I go into the void where there is no self.
They say better late than never.
I go where there is no time.
Thank you for holding the truths and sowing tender love.
Now it's my turn to shine the light and reap tenderly in the Gardens of Thoughts.
I want to make you laugh God
Have you ever laughed so hard that your belly hurts?
I want you to enjoy my poems because you deserve it God
God you know we earthlings always think we know what we are talking about
But a lot of times we have no inklings of what we debate about
We have a tiny idea of what we believe in
And we try to prove our point
But God, we only have just a little enlightenment
But we grab a hold of it and try to make it into a grand theory
God what about the time when we are so sure of what we are doing
That we begin to think that we are in control
Then boom - something goes amiss
And we call out to you “ help us”
And You come to our aid
So who is in control?
You
God , how about our belief in ourselves that we think we are so sufficient
That we think we can do all things
Make all things
Think of all things
-The grandeur of it all
We think we can make it all happen
In our systematic ways
We plan, organize, sketch out
Everything going down to the minute details
We have it going
But we forget that you are in charge of it
And we take the credit that you deserve
Like when we say we love you
But we don’t spend time with you
Or think about you
Or talk to you
Or show you
How many times God?
How many times we said that we will do that for you
But we put it off
We don’t have all the answers but we think we do
We don’t have any possessions but we think we have
We don’t know that
-the only possessions we have are stored up in heaven
We can accumulate them here on earth
To be stored by you
And You will show us how to get it
Do it, actualize it
You are the perfector
You will complete what you started in all of us
Organizer, Redeemer, Achiever
Accomplisher, Planner, Executor
You are all in all in us
Faithless, faithful, undecided
You are the Creator of us all
And you are forever faithful
Forever exalted and glorified
Forever Our All-Mighty, Absolute Being
Our Jehovah, Infinite Spirit, All-Knowing
Forever our Greatest King
Magnifier, Justifier, Amplifier
You are all
Oh, our Good Shepherd
We lift up your name
God you are
All
And here we thought we are all
That is my contribution for today
Hope you enjoy it
Will make you laugh more tomorrow
Love, your reserveless admirer
Insistent analyzer
Persistent assister, attainer, attempter
Forever love
-Yours
Old Bolsanaro wishes he was, and takes strides to become, a fictional character as a way to promote more predictable backlash from his invasive, divisive and inflammatorily abusive comments—you know, to make a level playing field and billiard table smooth backboard for his me-against-them game of basketball. A wealthy slob such as him whose shrewd post-modern financial skills extend not beyond personal aggrandizement into the ‘for the public good’ realm as implicitly promised by what seems to have been an epoch ago when he snatched victory from the hand of a former First Lady, to say nothing about the his recent failed victory snatch, has plowed the net worth of countless thousands of homeless people into the creation and deployment of an amplifier to blast the sound of his one hand clapping in much the same way the Communists continually saturated the soundscape of the populace with their brand of propaganda. Your five point safety harness, designed to assure that you arrive intact, will do nothing should you, or your seatmate, have undiagnosed severe motion sickness that is revealed during this rollercoaster ride we know as the 24 hour news cycle that opened not that many decades ago but has yet to receive any scheduled maintenance.
Laura thought her colleague Kate was crass
Kate thought Laura was a phony and an ass.
So Laura tweaked the amplifier in Kate’s phone
Made voices faint, so Kate would raise her tone.
Kate snapped at clients, “Speak up! I can’t hear!”
Laura wore a halo while grinning ear to ear.
Customers hated shouting, complaints began to rise
Laura gloated on the chaos, behind her angel eyes.
You can alter a database, if you don't get that raise
You can contaminate a sample, if the foreman don't give praise.
You can alter a rival's research, and then laugh with glee
Or add laxatives in their coffee, and Viagra in their tea.
You can make a coworker look like an incompetent fool
Fiddle with expense reports and watch his boss turn cruel
You can leak Hollywood scripts, or secretly defame
It's whether you win or lose, not how you play the game.
Now it's true the Viagra hit was just meant as a joke
But envy can ruin a life, or make a man go broke.
Sabotage is easy to hide, no mess like with a gun.
Police can't solve a crime if they don't know there was one.
Nurses have put insulin into drinks, let's say into beer
I don't have the details, but weird symptoms did appear
seemed a natural deterioration, but is some cases they were caught
Too late for the victim, what jealousy had wrought.
Now if you feel sick, and doctors are mystified
That doesn't mean some nasty drug to your body was applied
Some of us have lost a job, some have lost a friend
That doesn't mean a saboteur made that relation end.
The probability isn't zero, that’s the trouble with the game.
And depending on the cause, the solutions not the same.
On the borderland of instinct, suspicion, doubt, and fear
The only clue may be sensations, and voices that you hear.
Don't take my word for this, use Copilot or use Bing.
I have reason to believe this is not such a rare thing.
Life hits with enough problems without evil intention.
But there's no end to a malicious mind's invention.
When sound waves go airily, communication becomes lively. From Mike to amplifier, Electrical signals reach speaker. Transmitter and receiver rely on Amplifier, This is the magic of acoustic transducer.
From recording to playing, A frequency is required for tuning. There is a resonance, To remove the silence With Sonic and ultrasonics Informations, Humans and animals find their applications.
Dear Super Man,
My name is Blippen Snickel
of Duessie Commonens. I seek your knowledge
of the CODA Atonal Scale Laser. Which will be
sent to the planet Mars, on the Rocketship Trissel
WL 20S. Might Black Manta and Solomon Grundy
have there way. Dearest Superman one would warn
you that green Kryptonite is used to power the
Fissen Fussulant, were Blue Kryptonite may have
been used since it is most potent in it's use in this
application. Why did these scientist want green
Kryptonite: but only to exclude you from meddling
into there affairs.
Around the Equator of Mars
a Two Mile deposit of
ice-water have been found
under the surface.
It has been said that if it melted
it would completely cover the surface
of the Red Planet 1.5 to 2.7 meters deep.
The Gamma 22 device with the Blue Crrystalant Amplifier will create a Martain Water world. There The Legion of Doom shall introduce the meanest and Vilest creature from every corner of the known and unknown universe.
Dear Superman have you the courage to be there?
Sincerly Yours
Mr. Blippen Snickel
"Aka the Doomenater"
Ice. Is it the movement of your fingers
as they lay chills all over my burnt skin?
The kind you only feel when you’re indoors;
There’s no need to ask just let me know when;
Simmering kisses unlock frozen lips,
bold temperatures continue to climb;
A hot tub filled with petals of rose hips,
Ferocious tastes like once in a lifetime;
You speak so softly I can’t handle it;
this want inside me only you can tame;
Pure contradiction is so exquisite,
Your harsh grip on my thigh we are the same;
Such biting hands are the amplifier,
don’t leave me here drowning in this desire.
Blissful stillness rings my sweet hour of prayer
While cold breeze conducts its nature’s ensemble
As I close my eyes to listen to the holiness’ amplifier
Blissful stillness rings my sweet hour of prayer.
Vibrant quietude is beckoning to come closer
And listen to the voice of God as I read my bible
Blissful stillness rings my sweet hour of prayer
While cold breeze conducts its nature’s ensemble.
Stillness is my priceless gift when I’m alone with nature,
My holy vibrant hour to meditate, thank and praise our Creator.
Feb. 24,2022 10:23pm
Mark 6:31- And he said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a desolate
place and rest awhile, for many were coming and going and they
had no leisure even to eat.