#necessities - Hello Poetry

~for the teachers who teach love of language, with soul and their bodies entire~ ~~~ the love of words, language, these playful spirited characters, from atoms of aleph bets, making molecules from combinatorics, and words, nattering, woven alliterations, granting the mind a freedom of expression in the how and why it be bespoke… oh the sounds they make though irony slams for we write ours in a soundproof cocoon oft enough, but sounds, of everything, street car honking, a child begging for more, reside recorded in the head where soundproofing is possible, except if drugging the senses, why would anyone desire that? but words are human products, sometimes poems within a single container, that trigger - yes that triggering sensation needed, so widely abused, an inexcusable abuse to silence the freedoms words inspire… but sight, the sightings, that require no eyes, but skilled skin of insight inside, anyone can see, but few can vision, penetrate the pores of life, peer into the cells that willfully disguise the inner meanings, and elicit the brief of what’s underneath, the hearty meat of the matter that matters, the inside straight… Ain’t (shudder) that the truth teach? <nml> Sun aft. Dec 14 nysee

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Dec 14, 2025

Dec 14, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

what are the necessities for writing poetry?

~for the teachers who teach love of language, with soul and their bodies entire~ ~~~ the love of words, language, these playful spirited characters, from atoms of aleph bets, making molecules from combinatorics, and words, nattering, woven alliterations, granting the mind a freedom of expression in the how and why it be bespoke… oh the sounds they make though irony slams for we write ours in a soundproof cocoon oft enough, but sounds, of everything, street car honking, a child begging for more, reside recorded in the head where soundproofing is possible, except if drugging the senses, why would anyone desire that? but words are human products, sometimes poems within a single container, that trigger - yes that triggering sensation needed, so widely abused, an inexcusable abuse to silence the freedoms words inspire… but sight, the sightings, that require no eyes, but skilled skin of insight inside, anyone can see, but few can vision, penetrate the pores of life, peer into the cells that willfully disguise the inner meanings, and elicit the brief of what’s underneath, the hearty meat of the matter that matters, the inside straight… Ain’t (shudder) that the truth teach? <nml> Sun aft. Dec 14 nysee

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I feel something missing from me I have this empty, icy chest cavity Where a something should absolutely be But for the life of me I can't think of what the contents use to be I can't recall what I used to see Back in the day when I looked in the mirror, And the mirror looked back at me I think it was something important ultimately But there's definitely nothing there now so how important could what was there be, I mean really It doesn't appear to be a necessity Maybe it was just an option in the creation recipe Just figured since I'm working to put myself back together, This time completely I'd focus on the biggest vacancy But I guess I'll just leave it be, At least until it starts affecting me We'll just have to wait and see ©2024

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Apr 15, 2024

Apr 15, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Don't Need It ~•§•~

I feel something missing from me I have this empty, icy chest cavity Where a something should absolutely be But for the life of me I can't think of what the contents use to be I can't recall what I used to see Back in the day when I looked in the mirror, And the mirror looked back at me I think it was something important ultimately But there's definitely nothing there now so how important could what was there be, I mean really It doesn't appear to be a necessity Maybe it was just an option in the creation recipe Just figured since I'm working to put myself back together, This time completely I'd focus on the biggest vacancy But I guess I'll just leave it be, At least until it starts affecting me We'll just have to wait and see ©2024

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two men were told the key to life was balance the first man gathered and tried to balance all his property but found the endless stream of material things a balancing impossibility the second man gathered took and sold all but two peas and found balancing his two peas was an absolute certainty

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC

perdue-poems

Two Men and Two Peas

two men were told the key to life was balance the first man gathered and tried to balance all his property but found the endless stream of material things a balancing impossibility the second man gathered took and sold all but two peas and found balancing his two peas was an absolute certainty

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There is willingness And there is want And the lack thereof, one from the other Is noticeable A sign of impending doom And gloom And if so, you’d best not try You'd best not move lest you fail to pass The test of passing time

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Necessities of A Limited Life

There is willingness And there is want And the lack thereof, one from the other Is noticeable A sign of impending doom And gloom And if so, you’d best not try You'd best not move lest you fail to pass The test of passing time

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We all have to daily eat and drink and also **** and **** there isn't anything else more basic or common than this, except a vital need to rest and get some adequate sleep as the rigours of life take their toll on the body we keep. Let's not forget the all-important function of breathing to stay alive which depends so much on various conditions for anyone to thrive and is the main ingredient for every creature's life on this world; regardless of anything else it determines how well they're swirled. We also have a need to keep our bodies and clothes clean as our daily activities produce sweat and odour that is seen and can be smelt from a distance which isn't very pleasant making us wonder if a person noticed with is just a peasant. There is also an inherent urge to love and be loved in return which is what makes life worth living for those who discern, and the very curious thought as to why we've been born at all or the reason for our existence on this planet Earth we so call. -----------------------------------------------

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Aug 21, 2016

Aug 21, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC

George-Krokos

Basic Necessities

We all have to daily eat and drink and also **** and **** there isn't anything else more basic or common than this, except a vital need to rest and get some adequate sleep as the rigours of life take their toll on the body we keep. Let's not forget the all-important function of breathing to stay alive which depends so much on various conditions for anyone to thrive and is the main ingredient for every creature's life on this world; regardless of anything else it determines how well they're swirled. We also have a need to keep our bodies and clothes clean as our daily activities produce sweat and odour that is seen and can be smelt from a distance which isn't very pleasant making us wonder if a person noticed with is just a peasant. There is also an inherent urge to love and be loved in return which is what makes life worth living for those who discern, and the very curious thought as to why we've been born at all or the reason for our existence on this planet Earth we so call. -----------------------------------------------

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Sustenance for my frail body contained in gel-coated pills split into thirds, one for morning, one for night, one to slip beneath my tongue. A glass of water –or milk, with breakfast– rumbles through my throat, resists peristalsis, hits stomach. The heater clicks on as the thermostat flashes 68 degrees, then shuts off at night, replaced by one sheet, one throw blanket, one quilt. Your hand, inches from my fingertips, not yet near enough for electricity to jump between, will go unacknowledged; one feeble attempt at loving within my means.

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Feb 8, 2015

Feb 8, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC

molly-hart

Maslow

Sustenance for my frail body contained in gel-coated pills split into thirds, one for morning, one for night, one to slip beneath my tongue. A glass of water –or milk, with breakfast– rumbles through my throat, resists peristalsis, hits stomach. The heater clicks on as the thermostat flashes 68 degrees, then shuts off at night, replaced by one sheet, one throw blanket, one quilt. Your hand, inches from my fingertips, not yet near enough for electricity to jump between, will go unacknowledged; one feeble attempt at loving within my means.

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