radicalsingularity - Hello Poetry

They come and knock knowing not Who or what we are or need Justice on wings and steeds Causing us to dissolve into the mists of time These noble knights all in black armor Serve and stand splayed out across the land For those of us who know and knew We had no place in this place Great Magnificent Wonderous Champions Imperious vision seeing those who should not do not have not Place They, these knights on steeds, oh so noble Standing guard Protecting Us from...What would drown us, in... a tide a flood a storm Thank you oh Noble Knights On steeds with wheels so bright Who, upon the wall, guard all night.

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Apr 1

Apr 1, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC

Hot I.C.E. on a Cool Soul

They come and knock knowing not Who or what we are or need Justice on wings and steeds Causing us to dissolve into the mists of time These noble knights all in black armor Serve and stand splayed out across the land For those of us who know and knew We had no place in this place Great Magnificent Wonderous Champions Imperious vision seeing those who should not do not have not Place They, these knights on steeds, oh so noble Standing guard Protecting Us from...What would drown us, in... a tide a flood a storm Thank you oh Noble Knights On steeds with wheels so bright Who, upon the wall, guard all night.

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Green and crusty brown Wonder at your trap — Thanks for that Oh Booger...You Picked me as I Picked you Ever grateful am I No bacteria escapes your sphere Bringing me so simply Health.

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC

Dear ******

Green and crusty brown Wonder at your trap — Thanks for that Oh Booger...You Picked me as I Picked you Ever grateful am I No bacteria escapes your sphere Bringing me so simply Health.

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My car all gleaming clean I took good care of her — Always. Know what I mean? Then and there she broke down As a king whose lost his crown But... of this I am thankful Know what I mean! Just...sitting here in the door frame looking out Desert in bloom The bees all a-buzz soft gentle breeze blowing across the space And... No more rushing rushing rushing Just simple existence in a world filled with.... . Nature

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC

Broke Down Be-side the Road

My car all gleaming clean I took good care of her — Always. Know what I mean? Then and there she broke down As a king whose lost his crown But... of this I am thankful Know what I mean! Just...sitting here in the door frame looking out Desert in bloom The bees all a-buzz soft gentle breeze blowing across the space And... No more rushing rushing rushing Just simple existence in a world filled with.... . Nature

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I have struck the imperceptible with the hammer that shatters gods Clarion’s Call a warning flying out splayed across the minds and bodies shrouded in mysteries shrouded in miseries Bended knees folded hands mumbling words from distant lands about things they know not because their gods required they forgot Knowledge Humanity Serenity It is a command Grovel at my porcelain seat As God rains down **** upon Believers who are forgetters who are maggots digging in **** Suckling on the *** of ignorance Weighty was the hammer It had everything I needed Burnished surface hard structure consistency encumbered Over and over Again and Again Struck I upon the corpse of the dead gods building a resonation from within Until, like all gods do… they shattered screaming in their deaths But the words came out as a whimper about how we need them We do not The handle made from the finest grains Stronger than steel The head The Mattock in all but form Struck down all gods with one simple word… Aλήθεια...Truth

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC

Hammer that Shatters All gods

I have struck the imperceptible with the hammer that shatters gods Clarion’s Call a warning flying out splayed across the minds and bodies shrouded in mysteries shrouded in miseries Bended knees folded hands mumbling words from distant lands about things they know not because their gods required they forgot Knowledge Humanity Serenity It is a command Grovel at my porcelain seat As God rains down **** upon Believers who are forgetters who are maggots digging in **** Suckling on the *** of ignorance Weighty was the hammer It had everything I needed Burnished surface hard structure consistency encumbered Over and over Again and Again Struck I upon the corpse of the dead gods building a resonation from within Until, like all gods do… they shattered screaming in their deaths But the words came out as a whimper about how we need them We do not The handle made from the finest grains Stronger than steel The head The Mattock in all but form Struck down all gods with one simple word… Aλήθεια...Truth

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He carried the weight Wooden crate filled with Hope and Joy Goods and Supplies Down the gangplank into the milling crowed Wooden dock all a flow People moving to and fro Seeking and sought between... Massive wooden ships all agleam with rigging and sail Two bells — Mr. Christian Two bells As the sound from that burnished bell Rang out across the scene Men all drudgery, groaned. Four more hours between End of day revelry Sign here....cargo delivered Payment....rendered Back to the hold More cargo to unfold Sound the bell Four if you please — Mr. Christian Joy lept up — work day done The men stopped, and stood looking at the setting sun Hue and Cry went out Job's all done Everyone is paid Cargo all delivered Now for some fun Scampering through the Setting Sun.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC

Sailing Ship Trade

He carried the weight Wooden crate filled with Hope and Joy Goods and Supplies Down the gangplank into the milling crowed Wooden dock all a flow People moving to and fro Seeking and sought between... Massive wooden ships all agleam with rigging and sail Two bells — Mr. Christian Two bells As the sound from that burnished bell Rang out across the scene Men all drudgery, groaned. Four more hours between End of day revelry Sign here....cargo delivered Payment....rendered Back to the hold More cargo to unfold Sound the bell Four if you please — Mr. Christian Joy lept up — work day done The men stopped, and stood looking at the setting sun Hue and Cry went out Job's all done Everyone is paid Cargo all delivered Now for some fun Scampering through the Setting Sun.

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Dey done tells me I got dis Alls Hyme errs But I Kants fer *** Bout dat night What a beaut Shee-it! Out Dee Sight Den dar wuz Dis Hurr peck-it fuzz I done fund Fun Where amz I Kent fer gat Wher Ahz ben Korns ah camein and de clock be ticks in world done been spinns my brani cants be thinksen no amz more Da words Well... De done did fells out de mouth of me but dey meanings all gone Still... Dat der squakin makes me grin Well, well, well... Daey tellsz me I gits dis Hurr Alls Hyme errs Guess dats be true Who am You?

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Jan 9

Jan 9, 2026 at 1:18 PM UTC

Alls-Hyme-Errs

Dey done tells me I got dis Alls Hyme errs But I Kants fer *** Bout dat night What a beaut Shee-it! Out Dee Sight Den dar wuz Dis Hurr peck-it fuzz I done fund Fun Where amz I Kent fer gat Wher Ahz ben Korns ah camein and de clock be ticks in world done been spinns my brani cants be thinksen no amz more Da words Well... De done did fells out de mouth of me but dey meanings all gone Still... Dat der squakin makes me grin Well, well, well... Daey tellsz me I gits dis Hurr Alls Hyme errs Guess dats be true Who am You?

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In Ink One dot at a time Sublime You reach out across my skin with that dark passage from the depths of my being ...Designed to be That of me where I sit And so and so....Just So Pictures from the dark recesses of my mind One dot at a time Slow Oh so slow You come Reveal yourself so I can revel in That picture That image Snap/into existence/shot Ah There you are Are you a crow who flies? Are you a tiger with emerald eyes? Are you him? Are you me? Ink Masters that's all that matters as you grow withintent To become...... My tattoo

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Jan 9

Jan 9, 2026 at 1:12 PM UTC

In Ink

In Ink One dot at a time Sublime You reach out across my skin with that dark passage from the depths of my being ...Designed to be That of me where I sit And so and so....Just So Pictures from the dark recesses of my mind One dot at a time Slow Oh so slow You come Reveal yourself so I can revel in That picture That image Snap/into existence/shot Ah There you are Are you a crow who flies? Are you a tiger with emerald eyes? Are you him? Are you me? Ink Masters that's all that matters as you grow withintent To become...... My tattoo

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Dey done tells me I got dis Alls Hyme errs But I Kants fer *** Bout dat night What a beaut Shee-it! Out Dee Sight Den dar wuz Dis Hurr peck-it fuzz I done fund Fun Where amz I Kent fer gat Wher Ahz ben Korns ah camein and de clock be ticks in world done been spinns my brani cants be thinksen no amz more Da words Well... De done did fells out de mouth of me but dey meanings all gone Still... Dat der squakin makes me grin Well, well, well... Daey tellsz me I gits dis Hurr Alls Hyme errs Guess dats be true Who am You?

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Jan 9

Jan 9, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC

Alls-Hyme-Errs

Dey done tells me I got dis Alls Hyme errs But I Kants fer *** Bout dat night What a beaut Shee-it! Out Dee Sight Den dar wuz Dis Hurr peck-it fuzz I done fund Fun Where amz I Kent fer gat Wher Ahz ben Korns ah camein and de clock be ticks in world done been spinns my brani cants be thinksen no amz more Da words Well... De done did fells out de mouth of me but dey meanings all gone Still... Dat der squakin makes me grin Well, well, well... Daey tellsz me I gits dis Hurr Alls Hyme errs Guess dats be true Who am You?

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Let us deride the smugness of “The Times”: GUFFAW ! So much the gagged reviewers, It will pay them when the worms are wriggling in their vitals ; These were they who objected to newness, HERE are their TOMB STONES. They supported the gag and the ring : A little black BOX contains them. SO shall you be also, You slut-bellied obstructionist, You sworn foe to free speech and good letters, You fungus, you continuous gangrene. Come, let us on with the new deal, Let us be done with Jews and Jobbery, Let us SPIT upon those who fawn on the JEWS for their money, Let us out to the pastures. PERHAPS I will die at thirty, Perhaps you will have the pleasure of defiling my pauper’s grave, I wish you JOY, I proffer you ALL my assistance. It has been your HABIT for long to do away with true poets, You either drive them mad, or else you blink at their suicides, Or else you condone their drugs, and talk of insanity and genius, BUT I will not go mad to please you. I will not FLATTER you with an early death. OH, NO ! I will stick it out, I will feel your hates wriggling about my feet, And I will laugh at you and mock you, And I will offer you consolations in irony, O fools, detesters of Beauty. I have seen many who go about with supplications, Afraid to say how they hate you. HERE is the taste of my BOOT, CARESS it, lick off the BLACKING.

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Nov 15, 2025

Nov 15, 2025 at 7:46 PM UTC

SALUTATION THE THIRD. By Ezra Pound

Let us deride the smugness of “The Times”: GUFFAW ! So much the gagged reviewers, It will pay them when the worms are wriggling in their vitals ; These were they who objected to newness, HERE are their TOMB STONES. They supported the gag and the ring : A little black BOX contains them. SO shall you be also, You slut-bellied obstructionist, You sworn foe to free speech and good letters, You fungus, you continuous gangrene. Come, let us on with the new deal, Let us be done with Jews and Jobbery, Let us SPIT upon those who fawn on the JEWS for their money, Let us out to the pastures. PERHAPS I will die at thirty, Perhaps you will have the pleasure of defiling my pauper’s grave, I wish you JOY, I proffer you ALL my assistance. It has been your HABIT for long to do away with true poets, You either drive them mad, or else you blink at their suicides, Or else you condone their drugs, and talk of insanity and genius, BUT I will not go mad to please you. I will not FLATTER you with an early death. OH, NO ! I will stick it out, I will feel your hates wriggling about my feet, And I will laugh at you and mock you, And I will offer you consolations in irony, O fools, detesters of Beauty. I have seen many who go about with supplications, Afraid to say how they hate you. HERE is the taste of my BOOT, CARESS it, lick off the BLACKING.

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It is a silence that gnaws and rends and tears at your foundation impelling you into a recursive nightmare without hope or love or sanity. To hang on every silence to Be to exist to live in that silence Forever Places you in an empty airport terminal where all of the waiting for the planes to land but they never do while remaining ever hopeful causes an inability to move on. I have lived in that silence for days upon days months stacked methodically and years too many years... My soul bled and I died every day crying out into that endless darkness I kept going by breathing But. It was a half life Existence in the shadows of reality. Finally, oh yes, finally! conversation opened. Elation at first Then... I found it was too late the shattering had finished its dreadful deed and that I was already dead. A mere husk dragging itself about waiting to die. And I…. still bleeding the ever slow death of one breath at a time. It is wicked that a person would do this to another person. The worst hate from the worst enemy would not do this. Even that enemy would communicate. Even if it were with bullets that sought your destruction. This would still be communication and the sweet release of death would come. But that gnawing, rending, tearing silence that fills all gaps of time with an eternal need to communicate. It is a sending Over and over and over and over a simple message.... Hi? This says it all. That soft two letter word. Hi And you scream and scream and scream and scream in your soul to the end of time that I need you if only to hear back from you, a simple... Hello. All the while I looked at my phone day in and day out, But, Nothing. An Ever-silence. The return sending of a text never comes and death, bit by bit claims you until you drag that husk behind you.... EverSad.

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Oct 29, 2025

Oct 29, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC

Response to Silence from Texts Sent

It is a silence that gnaws and rends and tears at your foundation impelling you into a recursive nightmare without hope or love or sanity. To hang on every silence to Be to exist to live in that silence Forever Places you in an empty airport terminal where all of the waiting for the planes to land but they never do while remaining ever hopeful causes an inability to move on. I have lived in that silence for days upon days months stacked methodically and years too many years... My soul bled and I died every day crying out into that endless darkness I kept going by breathing But. It was a half life Existence in the shadows of reality. Finally, oh yes, finally! conversation opened. Elation at first Then... I found it was too late the shattering had finished its dreadful deed and that I was already dead. A mere husk dragging itself about waiting to die. And I…. still bleeding the ever slow death of one breath at a time. It is wicked that a person would do this to another person. The worst hate from the worst enemy would not do this. Even that enemy would communicate. Even if it were with bullets that sought your destruction. This would still be communication and the sweet release of death would come. But that gnawing, rending, tearing silence that fills all gaps of time with an eternal need to communicate. It is a sending Over and over and over and over a simple message.... Hi? This says it all. That soft two letter word. Hi And you scream and scream and scream and scream in your soul to the end of time that I need you if only to hear back from you, a simple... Hello. All the while I looked at my phone day in and day out, But, Nothing. An Ever-silence. The return sending of a text never comes and death, bit by bit claims you until you drag that husk behind you.... EverSad.

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