Production Poems - Poems about Production

Today I think of your Contributions closing the theater’s door Putting together toasted bread Ready for a child to be fed Youngster wearing grape jelly Face down to the belly Laughing saying ‘this is great’ Not showing any hate But Peanut Butter, it is you Who makes the mid-day matinee ever so cool Thank you for...

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Efficiency, anxiety Result, vanity Success, burnout Alienation, disguise Unconscious, relapse Control, coact Apologist: own merit! Arbitrary, reclusive Circus, bread Conscious, blurred Acceptance. Commotion, trivialization Affection, weakness Love, liquid Affliction, medication People can no longer Human beings. - Bruna Beatrice....

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Farmers reaping from their fields...

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thoughts need inspiration to move from contemplation to fruition...

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Who produces life is the matter... Who gives life to matter, is the spirit... Who feeds the spirit is love!...

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Senior Production Manager (Retired at Fifty-six) Miracle Man 7/14/2023 I never settled for being just equal to the rest, for that would have made me average at best. I always went the extra mile and didn’t stop, and I, like cream, suddenly rose to the top. I always did more for what I earned as pay, so those who watched promoted me one day. Then...

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By the afternoon I was back-on-my-toes. Almost every night my roommates and I sit around a low table in the common room of our suite, crossed legged, on cushions and do our homework. It’s less claustrophobic than sitting in our rooms alone and we usually have some music on, lowkey, in the background. We’d just heard...

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I’m chilling and doing homework tonight. Leaning into it. Last night one of our suitemates (Julia) turned 21 - she’s barable. Not that we get carded anywhere - I’ve never had trouble getting into clubs or ordering drinks - I mean never have I ever. She had her birthday party at a place called Mory’s, in New...

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Are we spending too much time producing stuff for a virtual world? And not enough time producing what is needed for the real world. I only know that one world gives hope for Love And the other gives false hope and few hugs. One gives exercise only to the fingers, And one gives time to think about dangers. One leads to...

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The growl in my stomach is depressing It can’t come from hunger, I eat plenty, Fear of passing gas in public is stressing I haven’t felt this way since I was twenty. Gulping prescribed antacids by handfuls An upper GI revealed an angry stomach. I’m downing the pink stuff by spoonfuls, Hoping my inner gas level will plummet. So far, I’m not seeing...

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Freedom Not The days move on New ways made to kill Older weapons tweaked Any advantage is good No matter how big or small Defeat your opponent Pretend to be his friend Fire the first shot Endure the last shot Or fire none at all Winning the war By intelligence and stealth Either way you keep ahead Becoming more powerful With your contracts and cash Made on the backs of the...

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What I never say is Should be a question on a game show quiz Did I tell you about the time Standing in line Only to find myself most likely declined Since I did not have the right look Wanted in the casting book What I never say...

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Dams, mining, extraction and fracking! Logging, trawling, oops this urban expansion! Plastic, toxic sludge and fertilisers, Industrial revolution, Mass production! Rising pollution and depleting fossil fuel. Expanding population, you greedy humans! Squeezing nature and melting glaciers Chocking gases creating Climate...

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Peanut oil begins from under the soil, Sunflower oil is distilled by the boil. We use these to cook, I thought then I shook. By gosh! How do they make baby oil?...

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Producing large quantities of words cleverly without considered substance, Unveiling my needy novel entertaining intentions yet not revealing news or even pretensions about who I today am becoming or tragically have been, Is this fertility or merely self-absorbing pregnancy? If the distance between Earth's nature and Heaven's spirit is as precisely wide and concisely deep as a filament figment of my imagination, Then what could true or lie between ecological processes...

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