Long Consumer Poems
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I lost control of the day again ...
Staring blindly at my tracks in the sand
... they go lonely
He chose to die rather than live
If only ... If only ... If only ...
All the time it pops up ... why?
The world was turned on its head ...
He invested everything in a new business a year ago
No one starts at the top
and it is rarely black or white
What went wrong ?
Don't judge yourself, my dear -
do not pull me away when the crisis strikes
Credit, consumer loans and new business
which did not go in plus
Why didn't you ask for help?
- "in good and bad days" we promised each other
If only ... If only ... If only ...
I knew you struggled with sleep, initiative and appetite
You were exhausted, despairing and depressed
I tried to use my energy to think positively
With the nerves and emotions in full tension
- you were not receptive
My grief cannot be described
my questions never get answers
A sense of shock and numbness
my daily functioning is impaired
There was so much I would say ...
Grief has a certain number of tears
who must cry
If only ... If only ... If only ...
- where it is completely dark there are no stars
04/07/2020
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Heaven sent famed foodie pearl named after a chap from Kent
Treat with street cred neat feat stuff spread betwixt slice of bread
Hell bent that sarnie blarney intent as naans bent unfurl rotis curl
Tastebuds tamed twirl senses swirl a shame came from an Earl
If spice thrills are your vice or instead perhaps fills you with dread
Across the map.. bam.. bao..bahn mi or a bap.. cash well spent
Gutter scam peanut butter and jam glut just an instagram sham
Tut..cram full of ham..croque monsieur or more glam his madame
Or unctuous wheeze of the rambunctious tease of the Portuguese
Place booked am already hooked on a cheese toasty pan cooked
Slutty don’t give a damn.. a smutty chip butty lovely calorie slam
Wham bam decadent event prevent Hawaiian trying frying spam
Not being hasty Reubens are as tasty as cigars from the Cubans
Top grub can’t snub or choose a sub over jurassic classic the Club
Bocadillo peccadillo maybe tyro with gyro bambino with baby panino
Bespoked umami army of smoked salmon bagels or rye & pastrami
Shawarma true performer why magic number is 3 top of the tree BLT
Warren Zevon when terminal tumour did linger even had seminal humour
No rumour since a boy no glitch the singer was a finger food consumer
This baby boomer’s final pitch said without a hitch what made life rich
Not being a snitch Warren a quote hatched as knew couldn’t be matched
What did bewitch scratched that itch you can’t ditch because life’s a b*tch
The highlight another delight just dispatched so must “Enjoy Every Sandwich”
How would Earth create
and reconnect
regenerate
a species still needing ecological acceptance?
This need to be accepted
and accepting what cannot be win/win changed
just yet
in troubled
and troubling relationships
This need for acceptance
born of trauma,
past experiences
not being acceptable
as is,
feeling depreciated
not appreciated,
consumer commodified
not unconditionally cherished,
warmly accompanied,
touched
by win/win communications
Not tolerating chronic
win/lose aggressive
patriotic capitalism
as the best RightWing Business weapon,
fighting wars
Against:
Economic
and political appreciation,
nonviolent communication,
compassionate invention
for trauma prevention.
If babies
and marriages
are made in Heaven,
then we should not be surprised
when they are aborted
while surviving silent
secluded
obsessive-compulsive
patriarchal-colonizing Hell
on ecocidal Earth
Which may speak out for warm acceptance
rather than continuing cold
impatient tolerance
for LeftBrain AnthroSupremacist
fears of dark and shameful
idolatrous
and/or spoiled
and selfish brat inadequacy
To learn why Earth has created
LeftBrain verbal dominance
for reconnecting
regenerating
a species still needing ecological acceptance,
unconditional warm regard
for MotherEarth
Restoring sacred Justice
Touched by Her trust
for Yang external Truths
with Yin internal Beauty
thought and felt accompanied
compassionate
Self and Other
warm NonZero-Soul Acceptance
Is a whole lot healthier
and environmentally safer
than cold Zero-Final Sums
patriarchal-corporate
mortal competitions for
bankrupt Tolerance.
In the heart of the evergreen state where mountains touch the sky
You’ll find the PNW Poetry Guy under Mt. Rainier’s watchful eye
With the South Sound’s rain-soaked landscape boasting tall fir trees
The PNW Poetry Guy’s verses are penned in the cool misty breeze
From Seattle's shimmering skyline to Tacoma’s tide-flats
The PNW Poetry Guy honors his roots wearing many hats
Observer, consumer, and admirer of the beauty mountains to sea
The PNW Poetry Guy inspired by an Emerald City spirit so free
Mossy paths winding through sprawling foothills in the Cascades
The PNW Poetry Guy enjoys the forest-covered steep hiking trail grades
Through the Puget Sound whispers to Ocean Shore’s rhythmic songs
The PNW Poetry Guy writes among scents of coffeeshops, fish grease and bongs
City Center, Montlake and SODO are special places energizing Seattleite’s hearts
The PNW Poetry Guy at the stadiums and arenas as our teams do their parts
Sure, we have problems but through diversity and inclusion they are addressed
The PNW Poetry Guy is proud to be born and raised in the majestic Northwest
Yam that got a permanent prick
Yam in contention with its harvest
Got it fat; removed with a flick
But diet is the concern of an agriculturalist
Consumer sees beyond
While naming its price
Got to examining its structure and bond
Which communicates enough raunchy
Yam that got a Chelsea buttock
Yam of false human attribute
A large buttock a stomach so paunchy
Rejected by no means a devise
Woman sees nothing
While peeling
Just to hurry
Not to make dinner goes well with sorry
Those yams grow in a fertile soil
With no or little toil
Such are in no time boiled
Better serve oiled
The pace setter
The home of agriculture
If i would ever be a bettor
Ibadan stands out in horticulture
Post-coital Tristesse:
Are you feeling violated, like you’ve repeatedly been the victim of some heinous, perverted molestation too gruesome to detail? Does the term gang rape fill you with a new-found sense of disgust? Do you feel as though you’ve been tossed out of Eden, your innocence lost, virtue corrupted, soul shattered? Do you feel empty despite the abundance of consumer goods that fill your shelves, stock your pantries, furnish your chambers, and entertain your senses? If so, there may be hope for you. If not, you’re a sl*t. If you feel like you’ve come away with a bad case of the clap, don’t be surprised. You did it to yourself. Now go home and put on your big boy pants or your big girl panties. There’s work to be done and you’re not helping. Let’s face it, most people are sheep. You can be like that, or you can take responsibility for ennobling the human condition by seeing through the bull! It’s your choice to make. Bon soir, mon ami.
... and then every foot step becomes a monster.
and 'me' the simulacrum. it had no
matter where the legs took my theater:
my head-projector focused on the entities
around my case of skin.
I was the trapped. The epitome of
consumer in a strange twisted world
I once had known as home.
and then one day everything became
digital.
I died.
Reborn as the die-hard reluctant.
shopper || .. -->
C O N S U M E R
D E A D
:: 09-14-2017 ::
it is the fear i fear more than the dream
that the dream is a fear is not a fear i
should ever dream. i dream. nothing more?
Armed Cyber Conflict Law
Is mepping your logic floor
This president is a bore
His reasoning for the war
You don’t want to stand for
For that with the funds in offshore
The needs of the state or the nation
Do not exist in isolation
THUS foundation we set for
For new Armed Conflict Cyber Law
Perhaps such care for the nation
May be arranged as presentation
Without any obfuscation
Civilian damage does demand the compensation
The reasoning such president evade with Compensation
Makes funny struct of logic degradation
And if he stimulated nationalism
He seriously lacks professionalism
In that which isn’t bound
To what he came to power from
And people seriously downed
This comprehends and DRONE
His strategy isn’t profound
What is for logic this background
When battlefield is his playground
DRONE frowned
Nature frowned
Perhaps you need to be recrowned
It’s funny that humanitarian
Rhymes with authoritarian
Not sure if that was so barbarian
And mannerisms of speech are ARIAN
And state spiritual affairs are sectarian
Each citizen is consumer and they
Should reproduce for natural decay
Not sure if tail this really wags the dog
But nothing stops machine occurring cog
.
It is A bizarre operation
Hoping you will see the
Context it is written in-
“Then I opened the lid
Of the perfume bottle
And I found the stink
Inside “
Will make each of us
Question
What is it to be a human
Is Bizzare
Is playing
Now
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A person opens an eatery
he wants to turn 2$ into a profit of 20
It is perfect and legitimate Then he declares -
That he loves to feed people because it makes profits
but 1 out of 7 is a worthless eater and should not be alive.
A philosophy that most will despise. Yet his business thrives.
He then proudly declares it in his shop. -
“Help me make more profit, it is a good business, participate-
together if we do a good job of feeding people we can eliminate
One of the seven that is 15% of the world population from earth”
People see believe it or ignore but continue to be his consumers
Now if there is a death of his customer after eating at his place
will it be murder or suicide.
The argument from the defendants is that they had declared
beforehand their vision, of eliminating 15% of the population
those who were eating paid and consumed willingly in spite
It is therefore a suicide.
In fact since they knew and yet participated in business
by virtue of being a consumer they therefore should be
treated as accomplice if murder charge is pressed.
The business argues -
Ours is health food, death is a side effect.
Have no pity for the overweight,
the out of breath at the garden gate,
the struggling in and out of cars,
cnsumer of syrup and chocolate bars.
Walking sticks and mobility scooters,
the difficult bras encasing hooters.
Red faced men and lard arsed women,
their promise of tomorrow slimming.
Condemn me now, I'm for the blaming,
in this campaign, this body shaming.
So many things beyond control,
my ugly skin and shallow soul,
but when I walk I leave no hole.
People say I'm out of touch,
I think that we accept too much,
fat piggy people should disgust.
Their need,
selfish
greed,
want,
desire,
gluttony,
feed,
pig,
and
opinionated.
Big is beautiful,
big and proud.
And all the while,
the dying sound,
cry of starvation,
die of starvation,
you,
You lie of starvation!
because the pudding was not chocolaty enough!
because there is no ice cream left,
if your wanting mouth needs to consume,
feast on torment of starving children,
drink only tears of broken mothers.