Long Deflation Poems
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Western natons lead, womens emancipation duration
Contraception..Anti-creation wealthier relating makimg
Less, so lower fabrication false elation.' House prices
Prized possesions ownership rising 70s 80s 90s got
Into the naugtys, now deflation a dragging serration fraying
Politicans are braying, demographors are playing trying to
Be God, I see its also playing; many billions still dying.'
Starvation intesifiying as with insects as susteance some are vying?
Farm land left lying; fallow..what are they just before us lie-ing?
Italy Japan France Britian Germany Ukraine depopulation decrying
I see, so where is the growth? Is it stable other countries
Can they boast? at the very most ? Is gaslighting? And ghosting? are
Its proponents false hosting ? Claims at odds I would see in the
Glare of reality.'
I passed my driving test when I was seventeen,
then I could vote at eighteen, didn't know what it would mean;
my first blow-job was a cause for celebration,
but when I was limp, turned out to be a deflation.
Fashion lured me to a pair of pointed shoes,
making love was okay, I had nothing left to lose,
although I had to wear a raincoat as everyone should,
commendable behavior was surely worthy of a 'knighthood.'
When I got married, I gave my freedom right away,
but when in love, you're still thinking of a roll in the hay,
the children kept me young, told me not to be 'yesterday,'
I was playing more games than I could buy on e-bay.
Tell us 'the facts of life,' suddenly came from Dan and his brother,
I said that I think it's best if you speak to your mother.
tears roll down your cheeks like pyramids of deflation
i never know how to fix it, so i choose to listen
what i discover are emotions that are oftentimes stranded in the rain of routine
we need to get the blood of our origin flowing again
knowing this, i reintroduce myself as that shy guy you met and fell in love with years ago
you, in return, let your hair down and put that same flower in your hair....on the left side
you then reintroduce yourself and we begin to playfully flirt and reveal new things about ourselves
it is somewhere in the heart of all the rediscovery that we begin to know each other again
the rain of routine stops when the TV is turned off and our ears are retuned in order to naturally and genuinely listen
our hearts begin to skip beats like jovial pebbles thrown from an inquisitive kid's hand
we renew and revitalize the love so tainted by the acidic stain of dissipation
laughter permeates the room in our minds like skyscrapers of inflation
I resist the urge to write of what I allegedly know for I am unsure of where I gathered the information and therefor unsure of whether I know it or not. As you can see this poses a strange conundrum as I may be beating a dead horse leaving me with the confusing dilemma of explaining why I beat the horse to death in the first place. Granted it is a metaphorical horse and as such was given life through my personification of its being and undoing. Thus, I keep it in the bath tub for use as a subtly stupid response to inquiries such as “how’s it going”and “what’s new”, to which I reply: “There’s a dead horse in my bathtub”.
I once knew that 2 plus 2 equaled 4. Not so sure anymore as I never accounted for inflation, deflation, tariffs, or the rising heat index as the planet shrinks and the stock marked rates crypto currency and jelly beans have been outlawed. Remember, penny candy, jelly beans, paper with sticky sugary dots, Mary Jane’s. Probably not. But I digress as presently you can’t get a thought for a penny as in “a penny for your thoughts”. It now requires filling out a 12 page terms and conditions document and a 25 dollar filing fee. This may account for the reason so many are presently thoughtless or worse yet that when one person has a thought so many grab onto it and repeat it parrot-like until they start to argue over who’s thought it is or was. This usually engenders a plethora of lawsuits over the violation of someone’s “intellectual” rights.
I once heard,
Hope is what can positively happen
after listening to all the realistic facts
and then continuing in good faith anyway.
I also heard,
Cynicism about others,
like narcissism about oneself,
is sadly generative,
expansively powerful,
contagious
Just as hope about others
and compassion with oneself
are happily generative,
exponentially win/win contagious.
Both negative and positive attitudes are generative,
but hope is cooperatively regenerative
while external cynicism,
like internal narcissism,
like ecopolitical fascism,
is degenerative,
competitively contagious,
inviting a long, slow, painful
lose/lose death.
Cynicism flirts with Lose/Lose outcomes
projections
often escalated by competing
"If you think that's horrible enough,
listen to this terrifying
or merely titillating tale..."
Despite our broken
wounded
depressing cynically competing natures
and narcissistic nurtures
of Business As Usual stories of competing
capital-hoarding ego-centrism,
Active 2020 hope looks for WinLeft/WinRight options,
plans,
eco-operatively reassociating
mutual ego-healing
across all multicultural
and polypathic
non-sectarian
good-faith systems,
cooperatively-owned nutritional networks.
Cynicism projects Earth's LoseLose demise.
Scepticism questions, doubts, humanity's WinLose economy
could ever become a long-term healthy trajectory.
Optimism actively hopes a short-term investment
in egocentric deflation, dis-investment, detachment
will lead to long-term Lose to Win
healthier egocentric evolution
some other climate darkening day.
WinWin optimization
cooperatively goodfaiths (gospels), mentor
models short-term through long-term compassionate ecstasy
restoring peace and holistic justice
Green sanctuary 2020 left/right
yang/yin
universal/unitarian (not fragmentarian) revolutions,
regeneration/degeneration options
every bicameral day
every binomial ego/eco-where
with every one
regathering bilateral interior-beliefs
compassioning exterior-behavior.
Regenerate hope is what happens
after listening to all the RealTalk
co-operating healthy passions
any way
any time
any where
everyday.
Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing
Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned
nearing deceased sadness.
Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched thirst
for conversation
splendid nutrition
scandalous emission
empowering immigration
enlightened emigration
or angry fear emanation
of forced solitude migration
Into mortal loss
of sensory reception
political deception
economic perception
theistic inception
septic conception.
Smell nothing.
Taste everything
becomes dust
delustered rust
lust for transcendent
disembodied consummation
omnipresent transportation
omniscient evaporation
full latitude
for fragrance-free
plastic platitudes
feckless attitudes
disdainful blows
against further fertile emanations.
Sing where nothing
settles into rounding octave rings
to never
ever want to dance
in robust spirals
forming springs
Against depressions
felt repressions
thought impressions
known suppressions
unheard deflation
worn through integration
transcultural conflation
Of pantheistic elegant circling Zeroes
absorbed by a monstrous
monopolistic silent
slick supreme One
Listening to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans,
white emptiness
of silent
restless passing.
Glare at isolation.
Rake loneliness in.
Sleep with solitude
if you dare
to care
and share
yet without an inch
or squeezed moment
to spare.
There’s a global inflation problem
everywhere lungs are puffed up
heads are swollen.
Balloons increase in volume overnight.
The cost of rubber bands
has been stretched to its limits.
We recall sadly the heady days of deflation,
when shrinkage gave us more space
to spread, to drink our fill
of a less bloated air.
Politicians and pronouns
are loudly popping
empty suits and Stetson hats
billow and blow more than we can
know.
We see the mushrooming clouds
of bluster and bluff from afar.
The world pumps on way too hard
continents expand beyond their land.
The sky busts out of its high wide window.
Soon we shall see
how it will be before the big bang
as we escalate into fat flatulent globs
and awfully slow, bulky, bouncing blimps.
My product's diurnal, nocturnal,
Forever and aye, Eternal.
Rarer than a diamond coin,
Yet impossible to purloin.
Bendable, but won't break,
Though stretched till it ache.
Beloved of gods, high and mighty:
By the Lord of Hosts; and by Aphrodite.
Possessed by so very, very few;
Per Shakespeare--only by King Lear's Fool.
Priceless is its valuation,
Utterly immune to deflation.
**********
You know, I'd sell the world the TRUTH;
Yet were I to claim there's a buyer,
I'd be a true liar.
Like the speed of light a revelation
came; knowledge entered portals of the brain
Then the thoughts disappeared what deflation
A seed planted with light wisdom a gain
Darkness a seed of Satan's devices
Slipped into the brain's portals quietly
When darkness floats in, sits, all pay the price
The body, soul, and spirit dies nightly
An implantation of evil that grows
A darkness that spreads with thick evil wings
The web spreading out 'til emotions enclose
Blackness covers the brain, heart, feelings
At the speed of light, wisdom opens doors
Darkness settles into a being's stores
Name: Giorgio V
Contest:Relate Poem To Quote
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Written over several days in December 2013
Quote:"Everybody talks about the speed of light,
but what is the speed of darkness?" Anonymous
It's a dirty game! Some people'll say
it's not a type I'll ever in my life play!
But you that claim clean, why don't you enter in?
And go make that dirty game clean?
I bet you'll be mute
For it is the truth
That no single human being
Can a championship in politics be he
But I must confess, it's not either clean
For our forefathers in the wrong way they did lead
And I wonder if our present leaders ever realized
That in the same pattern the younger ones will rise
What a messed up government we surely have
Oh! What misguided representatives we foolishly rely
When are we going to our history to study?
When are we going to reestablish our economy?
Inflation and deflation, always up and always down
When are we going to shock the whole world and stand out?
Now it's either God or man
But by now I bet we're tired of seeing the faces of man.