#austerity - Hello Poetry

Monkey bone Sat on a rhymes table Sweet Jerusalem... Weighing youth, for asking's babel? Watcher's in love Of a needy name... Shallow winds, come to discuss...? A promise in wonders fame Ashes to passing ashes Dust to grievances dust Tooth for truer tooth, lasting Eye for unnerved eyes, thus Thus, the history of youth? With a prayer for immaculate lips... So to a future commit, a talk with judgment couth Are we a salt, to venture forth and wholly sit? Monkeys playing God... Shrewd and sly, a word to the wise? Spare heed, of a mercy to sake, ahead Hairs speed, a fright that eats avid, minding... My hiccough... My limit, of time to question The austerity of seen seldom, a wish to come? With a house of pain, we wait on your prayers, for blessing...? Quiet The tongue of worldly forces Has a season of shame, for might Letting misery have am, leading many to more... Quiet... The adding more, to seek a wishes heat Is a fate to assume, love is a reach for a worldly twilight That has your shadow of reality, to beat...

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May 6, 2025

May 6, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Can A Juice, Wish You Out Of Existence?

Monkey bone Sat on a rhymes table Sweet Jerusalem... Weighing youth, for asking's babel? Watcher's in love Of a needy name... Shallow winds, come to discuss...? A promise in wonders fame Ashes to passing ashes Dust to grievances dust Tooth for truer tooth, lasting Eye for unnerved eyes, thus Thus, the history of youth? With a prayer for immaculate lips... So to a future commit, a talk with judgment couth Are we a salt, to venture forth and wholly sit? Monkeys playing God... Shrewd and sly, a word to the wise? Spare heed, of a mercy to sake, ahead Hairs speed, a fright that eats avid, minding... My hiccough... My limit, of time to question The austerity of seen seldom, a wish to come? With a house of pain, we wait on your prayers, for blessing...? Quiet The tongue of worldly forces Has a season of shame, for might Letting misery have am, leading many to more... Quiet... The adding more, to seek a wishes heat Is a fate to assume, love is a reach for a worldly twilight That has your shadow of reality, to beat...

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Heat, in a passionate stare Caring for a simple dream... Waiting is a world, to wish in an avidity's care Is a beautified season, of this history, a quiet queen? The throne of a royal woman... Doe's, a hallowed choice begin at home? Antiquity would indicate, a sense of reason Long looks at a man, and the void of what silence has done? Anarchy in a song has sprung into view Paces and passion, patience and promises With an original muse, for when asking is who... Has the voice of earthen stares and worthier cares, a being for wise? Is new and again later, the fate come to you forth a hug? Was youth a drama of whole liberty, or the consumption of a kiss? Silence is forever a king to come, like a house of a wish in love? As shrewd as this may seem, is us a season for that if this? Shame becomes a list of anxiety, with a moment to tell... Youth is a story of a quiet and austere generosity, you should give... Until a shadow has been named by itself, as if a world was little... More than faith of others, when special was a curiosity to live... The day of pregnancy's beauty? The song has become a human challenge, that has been won By now; you may have noticed how droll a hap can be, for suiting... But champion's with privilege's cloth, will become a voice for seeking eternal love...

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May 1, 2025

May 1, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Live Well And Prosper; A Shared Prophecy

Heat, in a passionate stare Caring for a simple dream... Waiting is a world, to wish in an avidity's care Is a beautified season, of this history, a quiet queen? The throne of a royal woman... Doe's, a hallowed choice begin at home? Antiquity would indicate, a sense of reason Long looks at a man, and the void of what silence has done? Anarchy in a song has sprung into view Paces and passion, patience and promises With an original muse, for when asking is who... Has the voice of earthen stares and worthier cares, a being for wise? Is new and again later, the fate come to you forth a hug? Was youth a drama of whole liberty, or the consumption of a kiss? Silence is forever a king to come, like a house of a wish in love? As shrewd as this may seem, is us a season for that if this? Shame becomes a list of anxiety, with a moment to tell... Youth is a story of a quiet and austere generosity, you should give... Until a shadow has been named by itself, as if a world was little... More than faith of others, when special was a curiosity to live... The day of pregnancy's beauty? The song has become a human challenge, that has been won By now; you may have noticed how droll a hap can be, for suiting... But champion's with privilege's cloth, will become a voice for seeking eternal love...

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Little more Then a callous effort...? True to my spirit; a chance, a form To notions care to find worth Little back Where almost sake also... For a simple right, to the instinct we lack A habit of merit in the kind, is a shared owe Little mere So found a new silence, to be the kind Suppose and revealing a who to we're... The pious beginnings of a stead to mind? Little bite To eat the days needs, without the pout of deeds Taking a time away from us, let us see the might...? That means the most, for must to begin a history that leads Little mean Saving grace from a strength's limit, toil in logic Does a liberty know us for a savior's intuition to seem The better of could, the nary of faring the rise of life be intrinsic? Little blue Waiting on the lucre, the dote of simplicity to favor yet The sameness of prowess, to ask in suggestion a curious look Is moments at own, an atone or a thought, of the loan we met?

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Feb 26, 2024

Feb 26, 2024 at 1:48 AM UTC

david-hilburn

Since Time Has A Shadow Called Why...

Little more Then a callous effort...? True to my spirit; a chance, a form To notions care to find worth Little back Where almost sake also... For a simple right, to the instinct we lack A habit of merit in the kind, is a shared owe Little mere So found a new silence, to be the kind Suppose and revealing a who to we're... The pious beginnings of a stead to mind? Little bite To eat the days needs, without the pout of deeds Taking a time away from us, let us see the might...? That means the most, for must to begin a history that leads Little mean Saving grace from a strength's limit, toil in logic Does a liberty know us for a savior's intuition to seem The better of could, the nary of faring the rise of life be intrinsic? Little blue Waiting on the lucre, the dote of simplicity to favor yet The sameness of prowess, to ask in suggestion a curious look Is moments at own, an atone or a thought, of the loan we met?

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Smile, guarantee No problem with serendipity... A local house of music and dance, a sharing means That has the time, to look and see you will be A promise on top of a hill Waiting on the first, to live better Than causes question, the anger of misery still But to know a faring friend, in scope and letter... Sweet, goodness The favors of proper sunshine To tell a different story than mercy in legend, do attest The coming hope we due, to liberty, has the voice of time Picking the best, the wages of a windy day To these, there is a lived few, fury in the known Has begun here, to truthful many and their save We are cares in the needs of more, than a virtue to lonely, come Sameness, guidance Welcome to the home of sense, a heed to collect ours That has the silence for a moment's reward, to advance We know you, the measure of simplicity to fend for ideal powers So tender, so without pain Of remembered gestures and vexes, that seem to be The fate of anarchy said, the wishes we tell were all of same All of shared names and the told season of fame, that is our such's lead

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Feb 2, 2024

Feb 2, 2024 at 12:57 PM UTC

david-hilburn

What Authority Shares Your Happiness?

Smile, guarantee No problem with serendipity... A local house of music and dance, a sharing means That has the time, to look and see you will be A promise on top of a hill Waiting on the first, to live better Than causes question, the anger of misery still But to know a faring friend, in scope and letter... Sweet, goodness The favors of proper sunshine To tell a different story than mercy in legend, do attest The coming hope we due, to liberty, has the voice of time Picking the best, the wages of a windy day To these, there is a lived few, fury in the known Has begun here, to truthful many and their save We are cares in the needs of more, than a virtue to lonely, come Sameness, guidance Welcome to the home of sense, a heed to collect ours That has the silence for a moment's reward, to advance We know you, the measure of simplicity to fend for ideal powers So tender, so without pain Of remembered gestures and vexes, that seem to be The fate of anarchy said, the wishes we tell were all of same All of shared names and the told season of fame, that is our such's lead

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Nurses bursaries scrapped Wages capped Students unpaid, betrayed By a stratified social system That ***** on the helpless and the selfless "Gratitude" is expressed Not by redressing the balance But with a clap Followed by a stab in the back: Oh, snap. We're sick of your hollow applause: pause Rewind your mind three years To when you jeered And blocked their cause with a cheer: Tell me, is your conscience clear? And when we think You can't sink any lower You throw a fresh blow: Increase front line pay But decline the same for our warriors in blue Who saved your **** neck on that ICU And the saddest part Of this sorry story, Tory Is we're outraged and dismayed At the disdain you've displayed But amazed? No. Your track record is traceable Applause a mere mask Tasked with shielding years of austerity That's crippled our NHS With alarming prosperity This proverbial middle finger Will linger In the memories of those who chose A career of care Over privilege and flair

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC

ellie-19

Warriors in blue

Nurses bursaries scrapped Wages capped Students unpaid, betrayed By a stratified social system That ***** on the helpless and the selfless "Gratitude" is expressed Not by redressing the balance But with a clap Followed by a stab in the back: Oh, snap. We're sick of your hollow applause: pause Rewind your mind three years To when you jeered And blocked their cause with a cheer: Tell me, is your conscience clear? And when we think You can't sink any lower You throw a fresh blow: Increase front line pay But decline the same for our warriors in blue Who saved your **** neck on that ICU And the saddest part Of this sorry story, Tory Is we're outraged and dismayed At the disdain you've displayed But amazed? No. Your track record is traceable Applause a mere mask Tasked with shielding years of austerity That's crippled our NHS With alarming prosperity This proverbial middle finger Will linger In the memories of those who chose A career of care Over privilege and flair

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The soul felt it was light as bees As it was relieved and alive Looking into a relief of hellish rocks and whorling heights Periodic clouds cleared the doubts as I abseiled blind

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Apr 21, 2020

Apr 21, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC

aditya-roy

Championing an Abyss

The soul felt it was light as bees As it was relieved and alive Looking into a relief of hellish rocks and whorling heights Periodic clouds cleared the doubts as I abseiled blind

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Oh my Prosperity, Oh my Serendipity. Oh my Destiny, Oh my Honey, Oh my Austerity, Oh mother of my Posterity, Where are you?

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Feb 23, 2020

Feb 23, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC

Atul

Where Are You?

Oh my Prosperity, Oh my Serendipity. Oh my Destiny, Oh my Honey, Oh my Austerity, Oh mother of my Posterity, Where are you?

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Council coin counter padlocks the door, **** here no more they pronounce. The lady Mayoress of 1952’s dreams are dead, How she simpered, Cutting the municipal ribbon, Beckoning flys to open for her creation. Now, Coffeers in the red, Fred from the chrome door plated department of the WC’s, bolts the whole fancy and flys zip back up. Brexit ******** means no exit from our miserly mendacity in the face of civic decline. “You can **** in your own home”, the local Wig proclaims, Fiscal pressure means a motion that stops your motions mate. The council bids your poohs adieu and asks you to refrain from complaint.

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC

Penned_in67

Convenience inconveniently closed

Council coin counter padlocks the door, **** here no more they pronounce. The lady Mayoress of 1952’s dreams are dead, How she simpered, Cutting the municipal ribbon, Beckoning flys to open for her creation. Now, Coffeers in the red, Fred from the chrome door plated department of the WC’s, bolts the whole fancy and flys zip back up. Brexit ******** means no exit from our miserly mendacity in the face of civic decline. “You can **** in your own home”, the local Wig proclaims, Fiscal pressure means a motion that stops your motions mate. The council bids your poohs adieu and asks you to refrain from complaint.

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Today's lesson's theme is political repression, through Media deception, how men behind the curtain, Treat the truth with an aggression, displacing crucial issues, by Societal regression, material fixation, obsession with *** and Through years of inspection, I've learned to detest them, My mind reels in anguish, I battle my depression, 'cause When I look around, do you know what I see? A bunch of petty ******** that makes no sense to me, and I can't help but feel, that it's not meant to be, see These many different reasons, why I'm stressed mentally? Cause if we'd all get together, and behave sensibly, then We'd throw these crooked bankers in the penitentiary, but Instead, it's L.B. he was down on the block, the Cops stopped him and found a crack rock in his sock, Now he's locked upstate on a 5 year bid, though His crime can't hold a candle to what Wall Street did Wait... did I say 'did'? I did?... I meant does Modify the tense to present; that's an is, not was 'Cause those ******* empty suits stay all day on a buzz, from Champagne, ******* and the high class ****** then In board room meetings, while behind closed doors, They all gamble on the future of entire generations, Make austerity and poverty, with wage stagnation, and Stack private prison profits, selling mass incarceration, Take steps at every turn to undermine our population, These are ravings from a psyche with a short supply of patience. I'm a little bit curious, why you aren't furious, and Sometimes, I wonder, as they pillage and they plunder, Where we're all gonna live when the world's torn asunder, and I wait for the day the giant wakes from its slumber, and The voice of the people, shakes the earth like thunder, to Shatter shackled chains, and alleviate the pain, but I guess my final question must be: do I wait in vain?

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Sep 30, 2015

Sep 30, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC

iliveinyourhead

Lament

Today's lesson's theme is political repression, through Media deception, how men behind the curtain, Treat the truth with an aggression, displacing crucial issues, by Societal regression, material fixation, obsession with *** and Through years of inspection, I've learned to detest them, My mind reels in anguish, I battle my depression, 'cause When I look around, do you know what I see? A bunch of petty ******** that makes no sense to me, and I can't help but feel, that it's not meant to be, see These many different reasons, why I'm stressed mentally? Cause if we'd all get together, and behave sensibly, then We'd throw these crooked bankers in the penitentiary, but Instead, it's L.B. he was down on the block, the Cops stopped him and found a crack rock in his sock, Now he's locked upstate on a 5 year bid, though His crime can't hold a candle to what Wall Street did Wait... did I say 'did'? I did?... I meant does Modify the tense to present; that's an is, not was 'Cause those ******* empty suits stay all day on a buzz, from Champagne, ******* and the high class ****** then In board room meetings, while behind closed doors, They all gamble on the future of entire generations, Make austerity and poverty, with wage stagnation, and Stack private prison profits, selling mass incarceration, Take steps at every turn to undermine our population, These are ravings from a psyche with a short supply of patience. I'm a little bit curious, why you aren't furious, and Sometimes, I wonder, as they pillage and they plunder, Where we're all gonna live when the world's torn asunder, and I wait for the day the giant wakes from its slumber, and The voice of the people, shakes the earth like thunder, to Shatter shackled chains, and alleviate the pain, but I guess my final question must be: do I wait in vain?

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Those like David McWilliams tried to make us see the light, but our politicians were quick to tell us everything was all right It’s grand they said; sure our economy is booming, though now it appears they knew disaster was looming It seems the easy credit and ridiculous property prices, left the banks owing billions, facing a financial crisis and one night our politicians agreed the bank guarantee, borrowing billions from Europe, selling our sovereignty. The billions owed by the banks were to be paid by you and me, which meant we all faced years of austerity The money disappeared almost as quickly as Fianna Fail, we were at the mercy of the Troika, Angela Merkel and all. We owed billions in the form of a promissory note, with billions to be paid each year, by rote The banks and the developers washed their hands of it all, some even representing us now in the Dail! Yes the banks and bond holders who were mostly to blame, did not lose a penny, they knew how to play the game But for us there’s no help, it’s an absolute shame, and the politicians reasoning sounds completely lame We had our politicians and the business world to thank, but they laughed all the way to the nearest offshore bank Swiftly followed by developers and entrepreneurs, all this country got from them was a collective Up Yours!

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC

damian-murphy

The Irish Questioned (Part 2)

Those like David McWilliams tried to make us see the light, but our politicians were quick to tell us everything was all right It’s grand they said; sure our economy is booming, though now it appears they knew disaster was looming It seems the easy credit and ridiculous property prices, left the banks owing billions, facing a financial crisis and one night our politicians agreed the bank guarantee, borrowing billions from Europe, selling our sovereignty. The billions owed by the banks were to be paid by you and me, which meant we all faced years of austerity The money disappeared almost as quickly as Fianna Fail, we were at the mercy of the Troika, Angela Merkel and all. We owed billions in the form of a promissory note, with billions to be paid each year, by rote The banks and the developers washed their hands of it all, some even representing us now in the Dail! Yes the banks and bond holders who were mostly to blame, did not lose a penny, they knew how to play the game But for us there’s no help, it’s an absolute shame, and the politicians reasoning sounds completely lame We had our politicians and the business world to thank, but they laughed all the way to the nearest offshore bank Swiftly followed by developers and entrepreneurs, all this country got from them was a collective Up Yours!

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