Reduction Poems - Poems about Reduction

amidst cycles of creation and destruction of peace and disarray i must remind myself of where i stand it’s okay to spiral, it’s human but i need to take a step back before i make any harmful decisions feeling is temporary the pain, the anger, the anxiety they will pass good will come again...

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Like in a dungeon we live, Full of dissatisfaction and high charges of stuff With no sign of reduction but expansion As if we were victims of famine In a famished land. The rainbows of intercession speak not, And the markets, missing their right positions; In our little wages we battle with the economy But it seems it's overcoming us Starve! Starve!! Starve!!! We the...

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Lips toothy smiles never desert: For one's main course pays plus dissert A granted walk by a bush stopped, A political subject dropped! Eyes searching for yours, finding them Eyes proclaiming you a rare gem... Soon, breathing down a not-warmed neck; A time,if you're wise,him check. Ladies should go beyond 'Recoil' Their hackles rise,their blood boil "Heh guy!I see that you're trying: My eyes have...

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The supreme leader of Red China wants his state workers to get by with a 30% reduction in their salaries! Some of their hard earned money will line the pocket books of himself and his mistresses and his family! But the Red Chinese people have never known a democratic form of freedom government! And in...

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For Trumpians our multiculturally celebrated Golden Rule applies first to Ego then to immediate white privileged family, then to wealthier gated community, then to a more rabblous Republican Party, then to USA nationalists European predative culture idolaters mistaking capital-inspired Manifest Destiny for sacred DNA theology, then to fallen Earth, if there is any gold left over after all that strained dispassion, divestment fatigue stretching out from entitled EgoCenters. For Green...

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reduction, deduction less and less intake more and more output weight watchers reach their goal more or less February 22, 2020...

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Shards of glass compressed retention Made a pass for hope ascension Honey wall no matter silly Stumble strong tow tally dilly Master Stein the corner set Write a draft and then forget Once a meaning fleeting fast Like a heartbeat never lasts Plastered will neglectful matter Purposeful reduction chatter Polymorphous agony To dialect reducing me...

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Hey YOU, Yes, I’m talking to YOU Please listen to me… You used to comment on almost every poem But you don’t visit me of late So I have to ask the question, Why has your support turned to hate? Actually… don’t bother answering that because now I know A little bird told me the reason why They’ve been advised on...

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Reduction This is the process which seems vital to our time and culture.. We need the experience that perceptions are what we know of the world just now.. The world becomes subjective..and we find it has always been so.. So we reduce the seeming world to perceiving as object.. Then..that object to that in which and as which it is: Consciousness......

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Gazing, Greek letters display of curious origin. Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters Sea Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8 Jangling in strange confronting orbits Gossamer skin flays, the letters Pulsing, transforming, letter of many letters, blur into the naked moment Peeling, ghostly skins of finest rice paper move in snapshots. Antique movie projectors...

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reduction of the “hero” sees him on television marching in the shows that glorify war by painting so-called “heroism,” as anything but being hired killers. sees her in the advert prior to the violence ridden film, when the life of a soldier in the american military comes with a rock song behind it & a pastiche of bringing clean water, holding babies, smiling with their thumbs...

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I want to walk across the field to the giant oak. Two ropes hang from its outstretched branch. They swing back and forth over the seat, the one which they strung up for years; and the seat sank with two holes in it, and was petrified, even below the thrushes. It reminds me of fossils I’ve seen in museums of animals...

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