#nationalist - Hello Poetry

I got a little book, A LifeLog I've put All the aggregated data I can collect. I buy up every market share I can get And run my little freak simulations Where I stimulate all of life Because I'm such a ********* coward And obsessed with control. What started small Now extends to everyone Without a concern for your privacy, In ways wholly unconstitutional.

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Aug 26, 2024

Aug 26, 2024 at 2:12 PM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Rats & The Sinking Ship

I got a little book, A LifeLog I've put All the aggregated data I can collect. I buy up every market share I can get And run my little freak simulations Where I stimulate all of life Because I'm such a ********* coward And obsessed with control. What started small Now extends to everyone Without a concern for your privacy, In ways wholly unconstitutional.

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Leave my Nan out in the rain, it'll be right. She's having veg later with some meat, on a bone but meat. No gravy, she's too lazy. She will not thread it. So what do you think? Shall we fold it the other way? Do it tonight, it won't be today and not quite black but definitely not grey. If it smells like cheese, just wear one and keep one eye open! Then, we may even finish third. Remember, listen for the sound. It's crucial, like a twenty pence piece. Dust! Always dust. Grams and ounces of the dustiest dust. Never before six and never after six. Just continuous with no bends, bubbles or any of that material you really like. Because when he'd finished speaking (The Italian) I didn't understand a ******* word of it! "Sorry, I don't speak Italian", shrugged my shoulders, did that thing you do with your bottom lip and ****** off. THE END (FINITO)

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May 28, 2018

May 28, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC

SazKells

The Italian.

Leave my Nan out in the rain, it'll be right. She's having veg later with some meat, on a bone but meat. No gravy, she's too lazy. She will not thread it. So what do you think? Shall we fold it the other way? Do it tonight, it won't be today and not quite black but definitely not grey. If it smells like cheese, just wear one and keep one eye open! Then, we may even finish third. Remember, listen for the sound. It's crucial, like a twenty pence piece. Dust! Always dust. Grams and ounces of the dustiest dust. Never before six and never after six. Just continuous with no bends, bubbles or any of that material you really like. Because when he'd finished speaking (The Italian) I didn't understand a ******* word of it! "Sorry, I don't speak Italian", shrugged my shoulders, did that thing you do with your bottom lip and ****** off. THE END (FINITO)

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these days looking around the globe one might believe that we are travelling in time just in the wrong direction regression as progress seems to be the dominant notion of the day creating wannabees in various disguises populist czars, sultans, nationalists, dictators, assorted self-appointed snake-oil salesmen and saviors of their peoples’ wealth and health, trumpeting fences, walls, tough immigration laws, etc., etc. to keep out all those aliens who otherwise are welcome as our partners in the global trade that seems to dominate the world of greed so we can all be ourselves whatever that might mean claiming to solve the problems of tomorrow with romanticized memories of yesterday is hopeless and quite dangerous do you remember what that glorified past actually was?

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Jul 20, 2016

Jul 20, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC

wwhoelbling

time travels

these days looking around the globe one might believe that we are travelling in time just in the wrong direction regression as progress seems to be the dominant notion of the day creating wannabees in various disguises populist czars, sultans, nationalists, dictators, assorted self-appointed snake-oil salesmen and saviors of their peoples’ wealth and health, trumpeting fences, walls, tough immigration laws, etc., etc. to keep out all those aliens who otherwise are welcome as our partners in the global trade that seems to dominate the world of greed so we can all be ourselves whatever that might mean claiming to solve the problems of tomorrow with romanticized memories of yesterday is hopeless and quite dangerous do you remember what that glorified past actually was?

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Derartu, Haile, Tirunesh Kenenisa, Meseret, and all With a similar footfall! Displaying a superb Long-distance athletic feat When many superstars Awe inspiringly you beat And as a result of it When your sought-for Fought-for And nation- prayed-for Dream proves a hit And also with kudos A stadium full of people opt You to greet And when spectators Accord you a high five It is for your country's flag You immediately dive! Also on the podium while Ethiopia's row-wise Green,Yellow and Red Emblazoned flag, Shoulder high, Soars above You express Your umbilical cord-tight National love With tears that Trickle down each of Your cheek,quick. Is it because Reminiscent of Each living hero With a life sacrifice That brought colonial Aggression to zero? Is it because The bounty of the land You grew up Seeing first hand? Is it because The cherished corner You cut in the heart of The poor but prideful Ethiopian neighbour? Is it because The unity in diversity That showcases Ethiopia's identity Or citizens hospitality? Is it because At heart strings a tug Or ,among others Gratefulness to Your iron-strong lung When you hear Ethiopian anthem sung? Is it because a secret another Deep down you harbour? Is it because the Fertility Hope and Sovereignty ideals The flag advance, Also Ethiopia's being A beacon of independence What is more The nation's renaissance Which in a curtain of mist Before your eyes dance?

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Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC

alem-hailu-gkristos

An overriding national feeling

Derartu, Haile, Tirunesh Kenenisa, Meseret, and all With a similar footfall! Displaying a superb Long-distance athletic feat When many superstars Awe inspiringly you beat And as a result of it When your sought-for Fought-for And nation- prayed-for Dream proves a hit And also with kudos A stadium full of people opt You to greet And when spectators Accord you a high five It is for your country's flag You immediately dive! Also on the podium while Ethiopia's row-wise Green,Yellow and Red Emblazoned flag, Shoulder high, Soars above You express Your umbilical cord-tight National love With tears that Trickle down each of Your cheek,quick. Is it because Reminiscent of Each living hero With a life sacrifice That brought colonial Aggression to zero? Is it because The bounty of the land You grew up Seeing first hand? Is it because The cherished corner You cut in the heart of The poor but prideful Ethiopian neighbour? Is it because The unity in diversity That showcases Ethiopia's identity Or citizens hospitality? Is it because At heart strings a tug Or ,among others Gratefulness to Your iron-strong lung When you hear Ethiopian anthem sung? Is it because a secret another Deep down you harbour? Is it because the Fertility Hope and Sovereignty ideals The flag advance, Also Ethiopia's being A beacon of independence What is more The nation's renaissance Which in a curtain of mist Before your eyes dance?

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I remember the restaurant, The one Grandpa Had brought us to – Window panes in patriotism And pancakes atop, “America,” The world revolved, “America,” And how we’d made it “Home” – So came the syrup, destiny And fervor caked powder plate. He knew of my toil, ills, and tolls Pandered atop horizons Hindered Mao and red As we sat near dawn over coffee And something south of Conspiracy – opposite my dream And collusion to **** said Destiny, But it was still, “his America,” not mine and he’d Sleep when I wouldn’t. So it pained me, resonant a twitch Within this small inch of Remnant family, to tell him, “We’re going back, We’re leaving tomorrow,” And, “I don’t know when I’ll be Home,” gramps, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be home,” And he’d say prior ever’d silent – “Good luck sleeping on that one, Son,” I just know he would.

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC

liam-c-calhoun

One patriot on a platter, the other on a plank

I remember the restaurant, The one Grandpa Had brought us to – Window panes in patriotism And pancakes atop, “America,” The world revolved, “America,” And how we’d made it “Home” – So came the syrup, destiny And fervor caked powder plate. He knew of my toil, ills, and tolls Pandered atop horizons Hindered Mao and red As we sat near dawn over coffee And something south of Conspiracy – opposite my dream And collusion to **** said Destiny, But it was still, “his America,” not mine and he’d Sleep when I wouldn’t. So it pained me, resonant a twitch Within this small inch of Remnant family, to tell him, “We’re going back, We’re leaving tomorrow,” And, “I don’t know when I’ll be Home,” gramps, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be home,” And he’d say prior ever’d silent – “Good luck sleeping on that one, Son,” I just know he would.

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