Monopolized Poems | Examples

many mistakes in Minnesota

mixed bag of misgivings misconstrued Mrs. Mulligan’s miscomprehensions misunderstood. Miserable Mrs. M. mistrusted Minnesota moderators’ misuse of mockery and mimicry. Monkeyshine mix up, monopolized moronic mood, a monumental mortiferous mistake made by many.

I Rarely Eat Lunch With Other Teachers

Sit with us!
Have lunch with us!
They are eager for me to sit in the teacher's lounge.
I rarely want to, so I rarely do.
All because of Curly Sue.

Lunch conversation is completely monopolized.
By this spoiled girl who was cannonized.
By parents who forever pushed her to position prioritized.
Her thoughts and ideas are often by them glorifi-zed.

Fine Dining On Air France

We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.

Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls, few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting small bottles of vin de table,
butter buns.

As the aircraft plummets
and drops like a stone to certain death
we’ll still be struggling with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers, with small, molded cruets

oblivious now to anything less important.

This 1 Is Dedicated To You K M N

Critical of when

The true and righteous meaning 
of something is overtaken and 
monopolized for nefarious means
or end

When

God is given a bad name

By

Dogma

Dogma

Gives Dog's a bad name

As dog's are man's best friend

Inherently born to protect love
abide provide company and loyalty

Nothing more,
Nothing less

There are no bad dog's

Only bad misguided owner's

Who indoctrinate preach instill 
and impart their own hate and
prejudice upon them

And in so doing

Weaponize them into a
self serving army

Of dog's of war

The Mortal Wound of the Civilized World

"The Mortal Wound of the Civilized World"



Shift upwards
speed fast
the choice, Is

Gears chosen by the 
energetic heart 
fuel the freedom

The point of attention
the “I Am” 
an expression

of the same
consciousness 
that you are "Is"

we are living 
yet contained economies
numbed and played circadian 

pinned and 
framed 
to our walls

day in 
night out
repeat 

by remote control

thinking we are free
true ignition evades us
until the game is over

We are caught up 
in the mortal wound 
of the civilized world

humanity 
monopolized
bored we are

we are
the board game

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)

Fine Dining On Air France

We are monopolized
by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery;
absorbed by the clutter
of the crowded food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies
through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom.

Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls,
few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting
small bottles of vin de table.
We must butter those buns.

As the aircraft plummets
earthward,
we’ll continue to struggle
with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers,
with small molded cruets.

When I Was Your Age

For Christmas I got half a glass of Coke; nothing else was given.
If I wanted something else I could spill it and get a spanking in addition. 
My parents washed my underwear for my birthday 
That’s all I got, and I liked it that way!
My slip-n-slide was a roll of trash bags and a hose
There were cinder blocks to hold the rolled out bags down at the end of slip row.
So we had to slide carefully and roll off fast.
We put shampoo and soap on it so it would double as our weekly bath.
My four sisters and I had one pair of boots to share,
And if I was lucky I got a boot to wear.
My bike had no pedals, no handlebars, and no seat, 
But it had two wheels I could push uphill both ways through the snow, at least.
We had only four channels, and when the President spoke he monopolized all four.
And I only wish I was your age once more.

Pregnancy Is Constipation

Pregnancy is constipation
enjoyable and admirable 
monopolized by women
never sharing by men
no bribery to get one
a cool sickness it is
no bacterial infection
In nine months of constipation
victim replicates happily
own piece of wriggling flesh
and the constipation vanishes

Constipation comes with choice
but can be imposed as well!
eating through test-tube it comes
the potential patient feels good
asking for more, more and more

But when the time comes to rid it
lamentations, curses, regrets are heard
patient weeps without tears  
when done, celebrations erupt

If Men Where God

"The world is now a comedy 
  Human beings are the comdians 
  Oh I see I see in this life 
  Oh I see I see in this life 
  Human beings  is the reason why  
  Every human beings cry
  Thank God men are not God 
  It could have been worst

If men where God 
The world would have ended so soon before now 
If men where God 
The air will have been privatise 
The Sun will have been monopolized 
The rain will have been hidden from 
So many 
Our forest will only be for the rich 
Our land will be for mafians and their kabals 
So every day I wake up
Only one thing so strong 
I hold on to 
The supreme above all men 
Above every human being 
Thank God men are not God 
Yet I see I see I see

"The world is now a comedy 
  Human beings are the comedians
  Oh I see I see in this life 
  Oh I see I see in this life 
  Human beings is the reason why 
  Every human beings cry 
  Thank God men are not God 
  It could have been worst 

If men were God 
We all  are going to be nothing but skeleton and 
The world  will be a horrible paradise

Virgin Soils

According to Truth As Beauty EarthOccupier Rob Brezsny,
the original intent of “virgin”
unfolds as “complete unto herself.”

And so it is,
I pray and primally celebrate
waking into each of Earth’s days
a virgin,
once again.

Holonically complete,
one of Earth’s human language seeds,
bowing down as notnot up, yet
east as not yet completely Western red sky dominated
by fears and angry climatic stressors

both internally complete
and externally consuming and producing
ecstasies of Earth’s great transitional 
epic re-ligioning intercourse

including, yet not monoculturally monopolized,
culturally creolizing 
humane transliterations of organic
trans-parent transubstantiations

polypaths toward holy polymorphic symbiosis,
erotic lover days toward night
greeting exotic fragrant virgins
of Earth’s deep learning erotic 
mindful body re-ligious incarnations
growing into full sacred virgin maturity

Then decomposing to rejoin Earth’s virgin trusted soul,
revolving hope’s fully active EcoOccupation,
complete unto EarthMother re-associated
panentheistic virgin
AnthroMind Truth/EarthBody Beauty
passionHere and pleasureNow.

A Congregation of Deadly Sins

The Seven Deadly Sins held a conference deep within
my fragile, mortal soul with destruction as their goal.
Pride took the role of lead, but was monopolized by Greed;
Sloth paid no attention; Anger interrupted the convention;
Envy held a jealous hunch; Gluttony moved they break for lunch;
Every member knew they couldn’t trust, any suggestions made by Lust.

As the sins hemmed and hawed, Faith and Hope built a wall
around the deadly caucus, among all the raucous;
Love put a lock on the door, holding the sins in evermore
as Empathy and Charity, planted seeds inside of me.
Even though I know that they’re there, and I carry them everywhere,
As long as I remember lessons I’ve been taught, their discussions will come to naught.


Written and posted on 1/23/2016 for the Deadly Seven contest.

A Society of Dark Comedy

Falsified and hypnotized.
 
Broken.
 
                       Monopolized.
 
Incurable and in need.
 
Overpopulated;
 
                             And alone.
 
Aggresively ignorant.
 
                                       Proud.
 
A world full of:
 
Tattered sincerity.
 
                             Ambushed happiness.
 
Hot tears and cold smiles.
 
Hollow people looking for....
 
                                         Something..
 
To feel alive;
 
Sometimes I feel like
we're already too dead to find it.
 
-James Kelley 2011©

Please, Find It

You won’t find it in your local mall
It is nothing that can be bought
You won’t find it in your school text book
It’s not a thing that can be taught

You won’t find it through a telescope
It is not on the horizon way out far
You won’t find it with a highway map
You can’t drive to it with your car

You won’t find it in any church
Or in whatever bible you choose to read
It is not monopolized by religious folk
Or the property of any creed

You won’t find it hung on a museum wall
It’s not a piece of art
You can only find it deep inside
Of a happy person’s heart

It’s love for your fellow man
And not the kind confused with sex
It’s kind and pure and non-judgmental, too
The one thing I’ve found to be the best

Elite Chemistry

A beloved friend enticed my senses

Appeasing whines with tasteful tunes

Awakening amour at heights of suspense

To serenade me as spry I shall swoon



Euphonies swallowed my bones

Delighted be I to ever have found

Divine obscure ways to atone

Ghastly memories quite profound



Triumph has monopolized tribulation

Along hollow skylines nimble she fleets

Colloquies spewing frost shan't stand elite

Taunted be grief by elimination

Corruption Customized

Lingering languages, lovely lies
Morality murdered, mistakes modernized
Words of woes, wooed by the wise
Flavored flowers falling: frailty fraternized.

Mean and mighty men moving…
Tempted to touch the thrones traumatized
Best bows, brains and brawns bending
Inertia institutionalized, iniquity immortalized.

Goats giving grafts, giants gaining grounds
Mean men’s monies monopolized
Righteousness rusticated, robbery rubber-stamped
Cronyisms in control, corruption customized.

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