#citizens - Hello Poetry

Once upon a time, there was this country called America. It was a place of dreams and imaginations. Where anyone in the world could go. Anyone could be an American. You can't become Indian, or Italian, French, Irish, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, etc., etc., etc. by moving there and assimilating. You'll never be one of them. But, once upon a time, America was the Golden Ring. That ring is out of reach now. It's rusted and broken. And the merry-go-round keeps spinning. And the occupants keep flying off in all directions.

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Apr 8, 2025

Apr 8, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Merry-Go-Round

Once upon a time, there was this country called America. It was a place of dreams and imaginations. Where anyone in the world could go. Anyone could be an American. You can't become Indian, or Italian, French, Irish, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, etc., etc., etc. by moving there and assimilating. You'll never be one of them. But, once upon a time, America was the Golden Ring. That ring is out of reach now. It's rusted and broken. And the merry-go-round keeps spinning. And the occupants keep flying off in all directions.

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There is a glass dome given by father enforcing an encephalon enclosure citizens claw at the wall for freedom testing the structure's durability but they only scratch the surface desperately covering all 360° and the temperature only rises from there. The citizens form an insurgency against their flesh ruler measuring their humanity determining inadequacy. The militia inside fights internally arguing against acquiescing to aqueducts barring bridges from being built while legions fracture over stagnant water until the entire nation contracts legionnaires' disease. Bewildered beleaguerment brings bulky breathing fogging up the inside of the glass until the citizens can't see out of their own bubble floating around—ready to pop. The citizens bang on the glass staring at their own reflection the only way out is inside a place they've come to despise.

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Feb 7, 2022

Feb 7, 2022 at 2:39 PM UTC

andrew-rueter

Glass Citizens

There is a glass dome given by father enforcing an encephalon enclosure citizens claw at the wall for freedom testing the structure's durability but they only scratch the surface desperately covering all 360° and the temperature only rises from there. The citizens form an insurgency against their flesh ruler measuring their humanity determining inadequacy. The militia inside fights internally arguing against acquiescing to aqueducts barring bridges from being built while legions fracture over stagnant water until the entire nation contracts legionnaires' disease. Bewildered beleaguerment brings bulky breathing fogging up the inside of the glass until the citizens can't see out of their own bubble floating around—ready to pop. The citizens bang on the glass staring at their own reflection the only way out is inside a place they've come to despise.

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You know what the world needs after it recovers from this pandemic is a universal family picnic. You know we're all related, don't you? There's a nice little TV show that shows different people where they came from, using DNA and that sort of thing. But you know that little TV show doesn't go back far enough to tell you the whole story, to show you the big picture. I'm not just talking about **** sapiens. That would be missing the big point, the point being that regardless of our evolution, all our forebearers were still related to each other even as they evolved as far back as 6 million years ago, not just several hundred years ago, which is pretty much what those interesting little TV shows talk about. The point is that we human beings now don't keep in mind how long we've been related, even as we have gone through the evolutionary processes. Now we have the Internet. Now we are able to go half way around the world in seconds, not months or longer. Ecologically we are forced to realize we are all in this together, that we are one, but this critical realization is true not just ecologically, but also genetically, and most importantly, spiritually. We have been connected, related, God knows how long, and our survival is dependent not just in realizing our interconnectedness, but acting upon it. So let's have a universal picnic, have fun, get to know each other, laugh with each other, break bread (and some ice cream maybe) with each other. Wars are insane. They are anachronistic. They **** our distant, and not so distant, relatives, as well as our close family members. Good old USA spends over half our money (taxes) on killing machines. Crazy **** Let's clean our air, our seas, our fallow lands. Let's cure all diseases. Let's stop profiting from others' pain. Let's stop hunger and homelessness and hopelessness. Let's stop killing each other and start saving each other. And after we right all our wrongs, let's celebrate by having a universal family picnic, maybe every month. There are about 7.8 billion human beings on Earth right now. Let them vote using smart phones to see if they would like Peace on Earth. Let them govern Earth. We are all Citizens of the Earth. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

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Apr 9, 2020

Apr 9, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC

tod-howard-hawks

A UNIVERSAL FAMILY PICNIC

You know what the world needs after it recovers from this pandemic is a universal family picnic. You know we're all related, don't you? There's a nice little TV show that shows different people where they came from, using DNA and that sort of thing. But you know that little TV show doesn't go back far enough to tell you the whole story, to show you the big picture. I'm not just talking about **** sapiens. That would be missing the big point, the point being that regardless of our evolution, all our forebearers were still related to each other even as they evolved as far back as 6 million years ago, not just several hundred years ago, which is pretty much what those interesting little TV shows talk about. The point is that we human beings now don't keep in mind how long we've been related, even as we have gone through the evolutionary processes. Now we have the Internet. Now we are able to go half way around the world in seconds, not months or longer. Ecologically we are forced to realize we are all in this together, that we are one, but this critical realization is true not just ecologically, but also genetically, and most importantly, spiritually. We have been connected, related, God knows how long, and our survival is dependent not just in realizing our interconnectedness, but acting upon it. So let's have a universal picnic, have fun, get to know each other, laugh with each other, break bread (and some ice cream maybe) with each other. Wars are insane. They are anachronistic. They **** our distant, and not so distant, relatives, as well as our close family members. Good old USA spends over half our money (taxes) on killing machines. Crazy **** Let's clean our air, our seas, our fallow lands. Let's cure all diseases. Let's stop profiting from others' pain. Let's stop hunger and homelessness and hopelessness. Let's stop killing each other and start saving each other. And after we right all our wrongs, let's celebrate by having a universal family picnic, maybe every month. There are about 7.8 billion human beings on Earth right now. Let them vote using smart phones to see if they would like Peace on Earth. Let them govern Earth. We are all Citizens of the Earth. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

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So much hate on the plate I would rather die myself Than **** a comrade and label myself great What's the point to investigate When rapers don't get eliminate Annihilate the citizens While opening up the gates To migrate in the state Can't provide slate to educate Fraud scams of digit eight They have media on cheapskate All they do is ******* scream nonsense on debates Built a wall for President Ashamed of the city that is contaminated Isolate the bait Death threat to judges and advocates How can you expect justice from such dominants Multiple locations were/are on communication break Retaliate before it's too late They don't even hesitate To fabricate the history Don't underestimate them They have holy medicines based on **** cakes Economy rate is falling down straight Don't get frustrated of unemployment Why are you upset?? "Mitroon" chill and meditate...

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Mar 27, 2020

Mar 27, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC

xnwxrmxlik

Bxit

So much hate on the plate I would rather die myself Than **** a comrade and label myself great What's the point to investigate When rapers don't get eliminate Annihilate the citizens While opening up the gates To migrate in the state Can't provide slate to educate Fraud scams of digit eight They have media on cheapskate All they do is ******* scream nonsense on debates Built a wall for President Ashamed of the city that is contaminated Isolate the bait Death threat to judges and advocates How can you expect justice from such dominants Multiple locations were/are on communication break Retaliate before it's too late They don't even hesitate To fabricate the history Don't underestimate them They have holy medicines based on **** cakes Economy rate is falling down straight Don't get frustrated of unemployment Why are you upset?? "Mitroon" chill and meditate...

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More ups and downs Highs and lows Ins and outs All around With thoughts abound which fall like snow to melting grounds Citizens Cope play me out Because knocking me sideways is what this life is all about

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Feelings

More ups and downs Highs and lows Ins and outs All around With thoughts abound which fall like snow to melting grounds Citizens Cope play me out Because knocking me sideways is what this life is all about

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Once one crosses the forbidden line on the wrong side of sixty. Not to venture further into the next arithmetical digit. There begins the journey to another world, even where the angels fear to tread. All on a sudden one comes under uncountable whammies. A jinxed land you stray into, full of a craggy jagged reef. Razor sharp rocks you feel at every step and bleed. Another shell shock I devalued you are as a condemned jalopy. Looks of all you love, speak a strange lingo: you get a creep. It is anything but the old warm vibes of those years golden., Rather an overdose of pity and compassion over-laid with mushy emotion. A good enough gesture to an infirm or a ******* or one in dotage. A man past his prime and relevance like a mast broken of a boat sunken. Written off the priority roster, stowed in a corner, Dusted, sprayed and showcased as a piece of curio rare. mothballed with care in medicine on rationed air. Lest unseen germs of umpteen infections catch them unaware. An appendage fit to be dumped in old age home. A social cure-all, as they say, concerned so unwillingly, A haven as safe as God’s Elysium for progenitors. To be lionized as the epitome of pride and wisdom. So adored they are but shunned cannily by every social connection. A persona-non-grata in all spheres save for gratuitous complimentary doles. Being in the jinxed circle of seventy is the sin only committed. A few blessed ones manage to wiggle into the favoured positions. A few ministerial ballasts, a lottery coup, or a few sine cure slots, a safety net of power & pelf. The rest for a wallow in the morass of delusive expectations. Oodles of stale dry sympathy, deceptive tears and bogus bonhomie. Old raw sores get abraised-the world turns deaf. ………. It’s a poetry by late Mr S M Ghosh, my late father An educationist, history teacher and retired principal of Central Schools, in India.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC

utpal-ghosh

Seventy’s Woes

Once one crosses the forbidden line on the wrong side of sixty. Not to venture further into the next arithmetical digit. There begins the journey to another world, even where the angels fear to tread. All on a sudden one comes under uncountable whammies. A jinxed land you stray into, full of a craggy jagged reef. Razor sharp rocks you feel at every step and bleed. Another shell shock I devalued you are as a condemned jalopy. Looks of all you love, speak a strange lingo: you get a creep. It is anything but the old warm vibes of those years golden., Rather an overdose of pity and compassion over-laid with mushy emotion. A good enough gesture to an infirm or a ******* or one in dotage. A man past his prime and relevance like a mast broken of a boat sunken. Written off the priority roster, stowed in a corner, Dusted, sprayed and showcased as a piece of curio rare. mothballed with care in medicine on rationed air. Lest unseen germs of umpteen infections catch them unaware. An appendage fit to be dumped in old age home. A social cure-all, as they say, concerned so unwillingly, A haven as safe as God’s Elysium for progenitors. To be lionized as the epitome of pride and wisdom. So adored they are but shunned cannily by every social connection. A persona-non-grata in all spheres save for gratuitous complimentary doles. Being in the jinxed circle of seventy is the sin only committed. A few blessed ones manage to wiggle into the favoured positions. A few ministerial ballasts, a lottery coup, or a few sine cure slots, a safety net of power & pelf. The rest for a wallow in the morass of delusive expectations. Oodles of stale dry sympathy, deceptive tears and bogus bonhomie. Old raw sores get abraised-the world turns deaf. ………. It’s a poetry by late Mr S M Ghosh, my late father An educationist, history teacher and retired principal of Central Schools, in India.

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Taking the bus to work Beside the most tense man Telling myself to look out the rainy window And focus on my future Ordering my mind to become what it should become Independence Day happened a day before The rain affects nothing in my country Always a smile or a laughing worker In a bright tie dyed tshirt Underneath the gray colored sky He brightens the world around him That is the way the day is made By your mere existence Selecting your emotions Carefully dancing your smiles My tea in my hands Warms me My countrymen Warms my heart Lowering my head into a nodding rest I smile as I wake

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC

ccg

I love you, as in.

Taking the bus to work Beside the most tense man Telling myself to look out the rainy window And focus on my future Ordering my mind to become what it should become Independence Day happened a day before The rain affects nothing in my country Always a smile or a laughing worker In a bright tie dyed tshirt Underneath the gray colored sky He brightens the world around him That is the way the day is made By your mere existence Selecting your emotions Carefully dancing your smiles My tea in my hands Warms me My countrymen Warms my heart Lowering my head into a nodding rest I smile as I wake

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Love is a colourful City Where Citizens are colour blind, I have visited it too many times in one second, Last time I went Seeking refuge the City was evacuated.

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Apr 5, 2018

Apr 5, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC

bongani-malambule-sibanyoni

extinct love

Love is a colourful City Where Citizens are colour blind, I have visited it too many times in one second, Last time I went Seeking refuge the City was evacuated.

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We are who we are But we are still all human No matter how vast the world we live in No matter how near or how far We are where we are We are all human No matter the hue of our skin We are all human We are not all men But we are all human No matter the nationality or origin We are all human No matter how thick or how thin We are all human No matter how great our sins We are all human No matter faith Or what we believe in We are all human We do not love or hate the same things But we are all human No matter how strong the convictions Nation against nation or between simple citizens We are all human No matter the civil Or social unrest that has risen We are all human No matter the wars we wage No matter the battles we win No matter the violence that's made In the end it's humans both sides are burying Human life lost that both sides are mourning The weight of human life in the caskets they're carrying But both sides are still human One thing we all have in common Times not our friend It is and should be our only end But… In the news I only hear about humans ending humans Why is it that I see violence Why is it that when I look around I see humans But… Little humanity

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC

Parents, We may think our professional careers are challenging, until we have our own little puppies come around, and turn our lives upside down. From the moment we found out, our lives change instantly, right in front of our eyes, I hope for better, One big challenge yet remains, raising and molding our other images to be good citizens(depending on your own definition), building upon our strengths, and weeding out and learning from our own shortfalls. All of these starts at home, from us, with the best of our abilities. We should know that no one owes us anything for raising our children, and we must not also expect gold medals for raising them as that's our full duty and responsibility! Therefore, we must be our children's first role models. Let’s not cry our eyes out because of the so called “famous people” we say our kids should look up to, when everything is right here in our own homes- mommy and daddy. Jobiranyc (9/30/2017)

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC

Jobira

Role Model

Parents, We may think our professional careers are challenging, until we have our own little puppies come around, and turn our lives upside down. From the moment we found out, our lives change instantly, right in front of our eyes, I hope for better, One big challenge yet remains, raising and molding our other images to be good citizens(depending on your own definition), building upon our strengths, and weeding out and learning from our own shortfalls. All of these starts at home, from us, with the best of our abilities. We should know that no one owes us anything for raising our children, and we must not also expect gold medals for raising them as that's our full duty and responsibility! Therefore, we must be our children's first role models. Let’s not cry our eyes out because of the so called “famous people” we say our kids should look up to, when everything is right here in our own homes- mommy and daddy. Jobiranyc (9/30/2017)

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Does anyone belong in this age? The 21st Century hi-tech stage, Teaching old dogs new tricks, All technology's deep magic, Hey, juniors, cut us some slack, How did we pass high school's flack? We had no internet to hack, Not one calculator in our backpacks! We had to use our brains for Maths..... Now it's the 21st Century age, We're all hi-tech citizens on this stage..........

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Jan 28, 2017

Jan 28, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC

julie-grenness

21st CENTURY CITIZEN!

Does anyone belong in this age? The 21st Century hi-tech stage, Teaching old dogs new tricks, All technology's deep magic, Hey, juniors, cut us some slack, How did we pass high school's flack? We had no internet to hack, Not one calculator in our backpacks! We had to use our brains for Maths..... Now it's the 21st Century age, We're all hi-tech citizens on this stage..........

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Are we good global citizens? Didn't we sell the world Uranium? The future is an open book-- Here's a concept worth a look, Each of us in a calm place, One peaceful, equitable human race, One vast people, maybe café au lait, One global language, perhaps, One informal faith, for chicks and chaps, Billions of human ants, billions, Pigeons ready for Peace Religion, A future for the young, Or has capitalism really won? Who comes second in any war? Haven't we heard it all before? Are we good global citizens? Who did sell the world Uranium? Well.............

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC

julie-grenness

GLOBAL CITIZENS

Are we good global citizens? Didn't we sell the world Uranium? The future is an open book-- Here's a concept worth a look, Each of us in a calm place, One peaceful, equitable human race, One vast people, maybe café au lait, One global language, perhaps, One informal faith, for chicks and chaps, Billions of human ants, billions, Pigeons ready for Peace Religion, A future for the young, Or has capitalism really won? Who comes second in any war? Haven't we heard it all before? Are we good global citizens? Who did sell the world Uranium? Well.............

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in one ohh the flightly finister interjerk’t offorthwith united unloosed upon the messes who rains with string of erring do believe the ortho doxie catamount the femail glory moistens packet interfury trump-ettes blow the suction from their barrel oblesk look slively tortice hand out for brood scooch the dead **** down impesh with dis-ire marakesh the claim to sane and leak brainoil smartly for aft andall whomake it threw until deadneck cycoil tweet totell interlie the diff is how’d it hung to a peel at the court for reci-prostate-parity

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC

dan-mcgowan

Fight inc the hunt

in one ohh the flightly finister interjerk’t offorthwith united unloosed upon the messes who rains with string of erring do believe the ortho doxie catamount the femail glory moistens packet interfury trump-ettes blow the suction from their barrel oblesk look slively tortice hand out for brood scooch the dead **** down impesh with dis-ire marakesh the claim to sane and leak brainoil smartly for aft andall whomake it threw until deadneck cycoil tweet totell interlie the diff is how’d it hung to a peel at the court for reci-prostate-parity

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I used to look like a famous person, And I swear I really still do. I started out looking like Dagwood And now I resemble Mister Magoo. On a fairly regular basis I had to shave my face And gripe about it as I did; now There are hairs all over the place. Oh, I remember times quite well I used to bend to pick up a coin. Then quickly stand right up again. Now it causes pain in my groin. I’d stand before the mirror, I’d Spend much time combing my hair. It had to look lush and thick Now it’s gone, so I no longer care. Because my forehead has grown Much longer than my tresses. I no longer have to worry About any tangled messes. I used to be able to eat Anything put before me But now I have to watch What I munch on carefully. Some things bind me, And stop all activity, And some things make me Take ***** trips frequently. I’d ***** about this aging stuff But I have learned not to whine Because I am still around. So, longevity is mine. Some people ridicule me Because I walk slowly I tell them I hope they can walk When they are as old as me.

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

VIEWPOINT ON AGING

I used to look like a famous person, And I swear I really still do. I started out looking like Dagwood And now I resemble Mister Magoo. On a fairly regular basis I had to shave my face And gripe about it as I did; now There are hairs all over the place. Oh, I remember times quite well I used to bend to pick up a coin. Then quickly stand right up again. Now it causes pain in my groin. I’d stand before the mirror, I’d Spend much time combing my hair. It had to look lush and thick Now it’s gone, so I no longer care. Because my forehead has grown Much longer than my tresses. I no longer have to worry About any tangled messes. I used to be able to eat Anything put before me But now I have to watch What I munch on carefully. Some things bind me, And stop all activity, And some things make me Take ***** trips frequently. I’d ***** about this aging stuff But I have learned not to whine Because I am still around. So, longevity is mine. Some people ridicule me Because I walk slowly I tell them I hope they can walk When they are as old as me.

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