Long Hypo Poems
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Kate Shemirani
You tossed your cape
Walked heart burning
A stand to make
You became by default
Freedoms M C
And on the attack'
Calling out medical; hypo-cracy
Genocide in stilted tone; acclaimed
At davos' you helped make known'
Your fight and fervor
For God and right
Shone in Britians covid nights'
Reiner Füllmich Dr Coleman
Just some allies against
The grotesqe and gruesome
I applaud today, your sense of right
All reality enjoins' I regard the plight
I pit my worth; i make the stand'
I support humanity innately grand
(You do no harm) in speech and act
What the n h s deride you so well enact'
Your days of study; your years of care
Has gained respect, just everywhere'
The title of Doctor I ascribe you here
The only one thats fitting
By a whole light year.'
God bless you Dr Shemirani
Hypothetical supposition
If is such an enormous word
it's so loud and heard
beyond realities real if I had known
if for so long
I would not have uttered it out of my mouth
may even thought wrong
I don't understand the questions ifconditional clause
in the event of that despite the possibilities
what up why is that no matter whether it comes or goes
if is the biggest word ever spoken and here goes
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If a condition stipulation, what's the question
many ifs allow and answer
I express a strong condition either in if
an order or command
unto the condition
If is in a conjunction
and or is a noun most used as conjunction
to connect two clauses
Hypo thetical super suppositions
if it's such an enormous word
it's so loud and heard beyond reality is real
if I had known it for so long I would have not
uttered it out of my mouth, so I spill
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The one thing that I know
that it do if can will or might happen or so to be true
Messages questions wondering wonder hypothetical superposition the biggest word you ever heard is...- IF
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
7/27/23
In my early teens,
Just turning 14, I gave
My heart to Christ.
It felt so nice.
Indeed, I was reborn.
But subconsciously,
I was torn
Between personal
relationship with Christ
Which brought freedom,
And religiosity with people,
Which permeated my tender
Soul and imprisoned me.
I hasten to say,
That sometimes there are areas grey.
They are enticing, inviting, and subtle.
But grey areas can be very deceptive.
I am grateful that, when still a teen
Of 19, the religious fever with people
Was pealed away and its hypo spirituality
gave way to a relationship with Christ.
No. My relationship is 'not a license'.
Yes. My relationship is 'based in love'.
Oh, present believer or new reciever,
I sincerely beg of you; let not that which
Initially draws you to God be more appealing
Than the simplicity to be found in Christ.
We used to just have a cup of coffee
Black
Possibly with milk
Maybe with sugar
Mostly on Sundays and with cream as a bonus
Today they call it caffe latte or cappuccino
Americano for the purist
From a fancy machine
With intricate pads
Anytime everywhere all day long
Espresso and hard pressed for choice
Salted caramel mocha
Strawberry frappuccino
Machiato or Mochaccino
Did the wallet grow with the taste
But the ultimate gimmick on the luxurious decadence scale
Chewed and spit out seeds collected for Monkey Coffee or
Kopi Luvak or palm civet beans basically half digested poop
For one hundred dollars a pound I volunteer to add enzyme
And flavour to mucus secretion purely organic and human
Free trade maximum wage and organically tested intestines
At a price I would consider to s(h)it in a greenhouse in Iceland
Or gaze at Taj Mahal Paddington Station or the Eiffel Tower
Volcanic eruptions with Ricinus oil are available at a surcharge
Gluten free habitat and vegan production site can be arranged
Hypo allergenic and guaranteed lactose tolerant for milky coffee
The crap has no limits and animal welfare comes at a premium
Ingenious and indigenous I vow to cater for all upper class smells
Calibrate flatulence and ingestion ablutions elimination and harvest
So you my dear customer can metaphorically kiss my solvent behind
Who says that one cannot turn faeces into money by milking some fools
09th January 2020
It’s December, it’s foggy and rainy, but that fits. Of course, a rainy Saturday means gathering in the common room with my roommates and watching either “The Hunger Games” or “Twilight.” Leong’s never seen Twilight, believe it or not, what are they DOing in China? We were explaining that It’s ok to talk through Twilight because it’s completely senseless. Yeah, good times.
We got back from Thanksgiving break, and we had to hit it - grinding to squeeze half a semester into 18 days. It’s a cornucopia of pressure. So, we’ve hit the books, but we’re still us.
Here’s a question: What’s the first season in December? “Spotify wrapped” season! EVERYONE has Spotify and once a year you get a summary of your listening habits. The reports came out this week and it’s all people are talking about. Comparing their lists, artists, tastes. Those lists say a lot about someone and it’s ok to not have taste, we should normalize it.
My top artist was Taylor Swift (duh) my top song was Taylor Swift’s “Renegade,” Spotify says I listened to it 285 times but that’s biased because more than once, when writing a paper, I put that song on a loop for 6 hours. My second most listened to song was “Champagne Problems” By Taylor. That song is so Rory, Gilmore Girls coded - like Rory saying, “you're on your own.” My other top artists are TV Girl, the backseat lovers and hypo campus. Yeah, I roll big.
Taylor’s also been in the conversation because Sophie has an ex-fem-friend (a freshman) who started seeing *a 45-year-old guy*. Let me ask you, what does a 45-year-old man have in common with an 18-year-old girl? We have Yale friends in their early 20s who still consider themselves teenagers and children and THEY are horrified. It’s naked fracking pedophilia. (Sorry, that one foamed over.)
The whole situation is ripped from Taylor’s 2010 masterpiece “Dear John,” which is about her dating John Mayer when she was 19 and he was 30-something. Her friends warned her, but she wouldn’t hear. Taylor Swift can be corny, and I love the corn, but she can be topical too and even though I was 7 when she released “Dear John” (2010), it’s a timeless lesson.
My husband is naughty a very naughty man
He throws down the newspaper on top of his beer can
He buys himself a sandwich in a cardboard box
And puts it in the laundry with his woollen socks.
He takes off his pyjamas and chucks them on the floor
He uses hankies frequently, so I have to buy some more.
He wants to have thick sauces on top of all his food.
And when he has a hypo his speech is very rude.
I gave him such a shock when I learned to curse and swear
But we really need to,as “eff off “is everywhere.
Why, even in the Bible there are some wicked words
I’ve not read it all yet, except Psalm 23rd.
I mean to finish reading it and then when I must die,
I’ll come onto a cloud and shout,Oh pi is in the sky.
For transcendental numbers give a hint divine.
Although you can get it better with a glass of dry, white wine.
My husband drinks draught guinness and then he fall asleep
He hollers and curses when the oven timer bleeps.
He eats a piece of kipper and cried out,Oh,dear God!
Nobody caught this b*gger with a fishing rod
He wants to move to Whitby and walk upon the sands
Sit in the audience and hear the big brass bands.
He wants to see the sun rise and to see it set…
So please send God some gelatine in case the air’s too wet!
Persuaded X
______________________________
I'm captivated by his smile,
enchanted if you will
beguiled by his fancy words
can't escape the way I feel.
How he makes me thirst,
my hunger at its peak
and he guided me so easily
into his wild retreat.
I gasp at the very thought,
go dizzy from the feel
sputtering only babbled words
of how this feels surreal.
I was drawn into his darkness,
tempted with one look
yet here I am so willingly
like bait, I bit the hook.
My body feels like fire,
he tainted something pure
and I am like a hypo
and he's my only cure.
What has he done to me,
I can not see straight
his sexual persuasion
made this into my fate.
Now I dream of lustful things,
that only he can do
and O with the slightest thought
I stick to these sheets like glue.
The moral of this story is,
be careful of the hex
cause when he is very good
you only dream of sex.
8/19/14- Jessica Thompson ( more...lustful things lol)
When I was a kid, Watson and Crick’s discovery of DNA
Was still a bit like science fiction and not completely understood
Dreams of curing cancer, never growing old, viral vaccinations
Mapping out the human genome would make them proud of us
Splicing genes with CRISPR Cas9 Vectors
Is still only just the beginning,
We’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg
Still, one day, like in the Star Trek universe
With a simple shot from hypo spray
No more COVID and Dr. Flox would send us on our way
But life is not TV land
I suppose God must have other plans
Perhaps He’s not so pleased that
Science is the new religion of this Day N Age
He’s really going to be surprised when we scrape the shroud of Turin
For some Jesus DNA
And clone the Son of God so we can look him in the eyes
And pray tell we may say,
“What the hell have we done, oh Spliceosome?”
When sonnets rhyme with sound, full-throated and deep,
with dulcet bars of bliss sweetly echoing;
how inspired songs, so happily sung, make thee weep
within thine sacred, and most inward, being?
Such work of genius the divine inspires,
sublimely expressed are those notes profound,
that through the ages spark Avalon's sacred pyres,
and lift the lover's heart to realms heaven-bound.
But what Muse's audience can giants know,
tap powers bane, and forces pro-elliptic;
or with mind, bolts of inspired lightning throw,
work miracles through godlings hypo-manic?
These strange, rare, bizarre, beautiful, dark minds,
are lightning struck from supernatural kinds!