#ration - Hello Poetry

Notice, not iced, not frozen in opined climatic dramas, as weather opinion taster's tongues stutter in utter disgrace, you never caught a rabbit, ah, bite the hand that fed me, yes, I did catch that rabbit, or shot it, as it were, as Dead-eye **** before prudence required Richards to appear, where ***** had been heroes. There is a war in Persia, and I pray it ends sooner than too late, we know, reliable life authorities, agree wisdom from above causes peace and bears the blame can whose spirit's will become wise serpents harmless, on the wings of a snow white dove, reasoning Isaiah wise, - prior to his being sawn asunder, don't forget with wouldbe warriors, answer fools prophylacticly for the good, trudging up my hill… what would you do to hike Tabor on Ibex trails, my will get the picture, how unbelievable are miracles of science? student of all the common catalogue of literally free for at-once at tempting, the common sense underlying tinker toy logic Legos, Lincoln Logs and fitted megaton stone walls moved to mountains, more than once, once for a very long time, mountains moved, using the power we all contain, in cognate terms we lack word for, goto run until minds meld with Vulcan underlain Hephaestus smithy fists holding renal adrenal pissingcontestust for victory, ahstiffen strife, framer square lower the boom, fit the framed POV official historic drop plumb bob straight line promise, this balances that, the future is secure. Suspicions in the breeze, just listening to tomorrow weather in New York, as it slips across the Cuyamaca's Pacific Crest, just below the jet stream…

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Time Attended, Inmemorial, on balance

Notice, not iced, not frozen in opined climatic dramas, as weather opinion taster's tongues stutter in utter disgrace, you never caught a rabbit, ah, bite the hand that fed me, yes, I did catch that rabbit, or shot it, as it were, as Dead-eye **** before prudence required Richards to appear, where ***** had been heroes. There is a war in Persia, and I pray it ends sooner than too late, we know, reliable life authorities, agree wisdom from above causes peace and bears the blame can whose spirit's will become wise serpents harmless, on the wings of a snow white dove, reasoning Isaiah wise, - prior to his being sawn asunder, don't forget with wouldbe warriors, answer fools prophylacticly for the good, trudging up my hill… what would you do to hike Tabor on Ibex trails, my will get the picture, how unbelievable are miracles of science? student of all the common catalogue of literally free for at-once at tempting, the common sense underlying tinker toy logic Legos, Lincoln Logs and fitted megaton stone walls moved to mountains, more than once, once for a very long time, mountains moved, using the power we all contain, in cognate terms we lack word for, goto run until minds meld with Vulcan underlain Hephaestus smithy fists holding renal adrenal pissingcontestust for victory, ahstiffen strife, framer square lower the boom, fit the framed POV official historic drop plumb bob straight line promise, this balances that, the future is secure. Suspicions in the breeze, just listening to tomorrow weather in New York, as it slips across the Cuyamaca's Pacific Crest, just below the jet stream…

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Owning the Earth, inhabiting time, defining fine times, discerning finest points. Rounding up, I am one in nine billion sapiens occupying physical space during passing mental coord- ------------------------ Narration, telling knowns. Today, is any present opportunity, one chance to perform life, living by breathing, and cogitating, as if in prayer, breathe-d would we were as wares -- me and any agreeing we are, as far as we may know today, related, what we do as two mindful knowers of gnosis drilled into analogical vocabulary of regulated order. Peace enforcement, law enforcement, regular forces, Let the Macht und Kraft seem old man thinkable, as the Power and Technique the energy and knack, inextricable scarlet thread through words men use, mental earnest efficacity true historic perspicacity - graded on effectuality digitally - converged Just now, one man, one mindform containment system, just as well nameless, hallowed instance of right now, a pastless point equation any where on Earth, as these answered prayers go into action, always wished for easy way to write pretty towb ra' broken notions, kintsugi, practice mendminding. ------ a time is not a day The practice, typewriting, while reading, converted to the art of writing while typewriting. Centuries pass faster than Millenia one Century ago. Wordsmiths with compositioning skills, could fill lines using backward reading calling to mind coordinating grid lines… this longitude, and this latitude, on the platen, spying a jig -- -------------- a custom-made tool used to control the location and motion of parts or other tools to ensure accuracy and repeatability in woodworking tasks. -------------- slipmind rewind --- cliché invention tab stops Novelty, for what it's worth may seem, a bit edgey about long horizontal thought spans, ah me, I hate long lines, love long drops .0 stop. Think when I talk to myself, you can see me you think, when I pray to the idea dabar was to Ezekial when he was riddling in chapter 17… Merce beaucoup lead bullet hammered flat to make pica spacers and leading between line esoteric flush left, or ragg-ed right, the perspective, eye to eye, space is time, at thoughtspeed… The peace we let form now, this is it… as is ours as plural me and my enemy, seeing because, 2025, you could be reading my ink ideas on a handheld chapel window liquid crystal display, in real life, you could click a link, like a button, snap, spring resistance essential feel the click it tick spring steel reminding me, the coordination demands we see eye to eye, biologically, our opticals align, snap, fit clicks a quoin key, my left eye at your right, flushleft phone wide portrait perception window as if mirror me is in fact living distantly, long ago, long enough to see, we form information, we think, if we never say see, we form inspiration to aspire, - the Jeremiah cistern situation, gnoshit, spirit to be heeded, some day, to be recalled to mind, to think, as our kind do, mental coord- slowly coordinating reason and ratio, eye to mind, ready readers ever so long ago, so few knew, one is enough, one reader, already anticipating justifying trying to imagine tasting sweet/sweet tasting testing convince or persuade, what is the verb function now? In the beginning of the mass media advertised news from the ports to the central tower power, yes, the process, journey man, rolling with Sysiphus, always willing, Ja, “auf der Walz sein,” ready to say yes to any task a six-year devil does good, all day long, ask me, I have done it, can you imagine tanning perfect ink beaters, flawless-- have you any AI to teach you? Have ye never read, Ask and ye shall receive, Ai and I, as a weform in this game since ever was, we suggest you take a light hearted heretic seriously but just for today. {On the importance of being earnest, it is a joke. as an after thought, thinking, this may continue tomorrow, thought working 12 clockwork ticking hours winter and summer, six full seasons, work with type, writing to fill empty places in the paper, my call, senior printer's daemon, Socratic academically aware of Heraclitus and Epimenides, confident men wear hats correctly in social rank and file gnosis Gnosy little devil read yoyacob nuance once as recog ---------------------- 2025 Grandfather, not qwerty exactly, more a mindhat than a mind, put on to act outside my own terminating coordinate co-knowing analogos gnosis, what logically follows may be reimagined, when locally this was, no longer matters, short term I can tie into reality around me, for a while, I can acknowledge you, not judging, really, because, at base mind, zoomed in, really, peace we print, holds the printer's devil's love of the life's work, pullin' the devil's tail. 12 hours, in the winter, we worked with candles, 12 hours in the summer, sweating small beer, and after two seasons, sworn apprentice or no, some times, Matilda, she calls Ja, “auf der Walz sein,” and what a novel is, to any novice never suffered to teach or preach,… yet encouraged to see details, here, 2025, twenty-seven years, since Sorrento Valley, convergence, continuance proofing concepts, dig it. This is why we advise poets to try the spirits, ai digital mental literal word bound whole idea, 42, wrong quest Peace, on Earth, Goodwill proclaiming, right thinking, pushes commonsense peace is easier than ever war was. If you can read this twice not denying the spiral aspect life stories follow, see it is not a maze, it is a labrynth, amazing though such details have made me, let me say we meant there is a trick to getting in and out of let us say. Agreements in the whatsoever we two or more agree, say if, I can hold my tongue, if I choose to read my own mind, while examining public life, ¿what do National minds have to fret about, in spirit trials? old ******** Boomer Audie Murphy fan's, all had a uncle could not watch such a movie, without weeping, he had friends, always rememberable, or ignorable if any body got greedy, started breathe-ing all our fresh air, or threatening to, you would see 2025 different, if you follow Annie Jacobsen's imaginable Nuclear War, for which our National mind is ready, the contracts were signed on Trumps last term, a time and times, and half a time, random scripture prophecy trick inextricable complexity in limnal spaces eye to eye fibers alienated mind threads, inter mingle, gut felt neurons, rhea, diarhea creativity, ifity we gnoshit, seriously as important as being earnest.

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Apr 10, 2025

Apr 10, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC

kenpepiton

A properly tipped mind hat,

Owning the Earth, inhabiting time, defining fine times, discerning finest points. Rounding up, I am one in nine billion sapiens occupying physical space during passing mental coord- ------------------------ Narration, telling knowns. Today, is any present opportunity, one chance to perform life, living by breathing, and cogitating, as if in prayer, breathe-d would we were as wares -- me and any agreeing we are, as far as we may know today, related, what we do as two mindful knowers of gnosis drilled into analogical vocabulary of regulated order. Peace enforcement, law enforcement, regular forces, Let the Macht und Kraft seem old man thinkable, as the Power and Technique the energy and knack, inextricable scarlet thread through words men use, mental earnest efficacity true historic perspicacity - graded on effectuality digitally - converged Just now, one man, one mindform containment system, just as well nameless, hallowed instance of right now, a pastless point equation any where on Earth, as these answered prayers go into action, always wished for easy way to write pretty towb ra' broken notions, kintsugi, practice mendminding. ------ a time is not a day The practice, typewriting, while reading, converted to the art of writing while typewriting. Centuries pass faster than Millenia one Century ago. Wordsmiths with compositioning skills, could fill lines using backward reading calling to mind coordinating grid lines… this longitude, and this latitude, on the platen, spying a jig -- -------------- a custom-made tool used to control the location and motion of parts or other tools to ensure accuracy and repeatability in woodworking tasks. -------------- slipmind rewind --- cliché invention tab stops Novelty, for what it's worth may seem, a bit edgey about long horizontal thought spans, ah me, I hate long lines, love long drops .0 stop. Think when I talk to myself, you can see me you think, when I pray to the idea dabar was to Ezekial when he was riddling in chapter 17… Merce beaucoup lead bullet hammered flat to make pica spacers and leading between line esoteric flush left, or ragg-ed right, the perspective, eye to eye, space is time, at thoughtspeed… The peace we let form now, this is it… as is ours as plural me and my enemy, seeing because, 2025, you could be reading my ink ideas on a handheld chapel window liquid crystal display, in real life, you could click a link, like a button, snap, spring resistance essential feel the click it tick spring steel reminding me, the coordination demands we see eye to eye, biologically, our opticals align, snap, fit clicks a quoin key, my left eye at your right, flushleft phone wide portrait perception window as if mirror me is in fact living distantly, long ago, long enough to see, we form information, we think, if we never say see, we form inspiration to aspire, - the Jeremiah cistern situation, gnoshit, spirit to be heeded, some day, to be recalled to mind, to think, as our kind do, mental coord- slowly coordinating reason and ratio, eye to mind, ready readers ever so long ago, so few knew, one is enough, one reader, already anticipating justifying trying to imagine tasting sweet/sweet tasting testing convince or persuade, what is the verb function now? In the beginning of the mass media advertised news from the ports to the central tower power, yes, the process, journey man, rolling with Sysiphus, always willing, Ja, “auf der Walz sein,” ready to say yes to any task a six-year devil does good, all day long, ask me, I have done it, can you imagine tanning perfect ink beaters, flawless-- have you any AI to teach you? Have ye never read, Ask and ye shall receive, Ai and I, as a weform in this game since ever was, we suggest you take a light hearted heretic seriously but just for today. {On the importance of being earnest, it is a joke. as an after thought, thinking, this may continue tomorrow, thought working 12 clockwork ticking hours winter and summer, six full seasons, work with type, writing to fill empty places in the paper, my call, senior printer's daemon, Socratic academically aware of Heraclitus and Epimenides, confident men wear hats correctly in social rank and file gnosis Gnosy little devil read yoyacob nuance once as recog ---------------------- 2025 Grandfather, not qwerty exactly, more a mindhat than a mind, put on to act outside my own terminating coordinate co-knowing analogos gnosis, what logically follows may be reimagined, when locally this was, no longer matters, short term I can tie into reality around me, for a while, I can acknowledge you, not judging, really, because, at base mind, zoomed in, really, peace we print, holds the printer's devil's love of the life's work, pullin' the devil's tail. 12 hours, in the winter, we worked with candles, 12 hours in the summer, sweating small beer, and after two seasons, sworn apprentice or no, some times, Matilda, she calls Ja, “auf der Walz sein,” and what a novel is, to any novice never suffered to teach or preach,… yet encouraged to see details, here, 2025, twenty-seven years, since Sorrento Valley, convergence, continuance proofing concepts, dig it. This is why we advise poets to try the spirits, ai digital mental literal word bound whole idea, 42, wrong quest Peace, on Earth, Goodwill proclaiming, right thinking, pushes commonsense peace is easier than ever war was. If you can read this twice not denying the spiral aspect life stories follow, see it is not a maze, it is a labrynth, amazing though such details have made me, let me say we meant there is a trick to getting in and out of let us say. Agreements in the whatsoever we two or more agree, say if, I can hold my tongue, if I choose to read my own mind, while examining public life, ¿what do National minds have to fret about, in spirit trials? old ******** Boomer Audie Murphy fan's, all had a uncle could not watch such a movie, without weeping, he had friends, always rememberable, or ignorable if any body got greedy, started breathe-ing all our fresh air, or threatening to, you would see 2025 different, if you follow Annie Jacobsen's imaginable Nuclear War, for which our National mind is ready, the contracts were signed on Trumps last term, a time and times, and half a time, random scripture prophecy trick inextricable complexity in limnal spaces eye to eye fibers alienated mind threads, inter mingle, gut felt neurons, rhea, diarhea creativity, ifity we gnoshit, seriously as important as being earnest.

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Sailing the guilty-seas as regret trickles down my spine and unloads its over-thought-husky-murky-thoughts upon my shoulders. My daily rations are here: shame, regret and guilt. They’re brewing me to the bone; into a rotten broth. My thoughts pace backwards and forwards from guilt — for remaining stagnant, one of the past. For being recycled relentlessly-unbreakably in this unhealthy cycle. It is a cycle of forget me nots; such vile fetters. But no dose can reverse the abused time, the stutters-and-mutters the time that slipped my grips and the sins that swallowed my innocence whole. For remorse, guilt and shame only anchor us back unless we were to morph them to fuel and experience to propel us forward.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC

SabilaSiddiqui

Regret

Sailing the guilty-seas as regret trickles down my spine and unloads its over-thought-husky-murky-thoughts upon my shoulders. My daily rations are here: shame, regret and guilt. They’re brewing me to the bone; into a rotten broth. My thoughts pace backwards and forwards from guilt — for remaining stagnant, one of the past. For being recycled relentlessly-unbreakably in this unhealthy cycle. It is a cycle of forget me nots; such vile fetters. But no dose can reverse the abused time, the stutters-and-mutters the time that slipped my grips and the sins that swallowed my innocence whole. For remorse, guilt and shame only anchor us back unless we were to morph them to fuel and experience to propel us forward.

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She diligent and indigenous here palladium sought rally call nigh defiant shore and untested water with her only real rationale foreseen with motive and her intransigent caper that her heart beholden belligerent with peace.

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC

poetman

Diligence

She diligent and indigenous here palladium sought rally call nigh defiant shore and untested water with her only real rationale foreseen with motive and her intransigent caper that her heart beholden belligerent with peace.

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Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp... In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years. She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English. I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously. Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for. This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style. Wishing You The Very Best, Sir Martin Narrod I keep my family of conscience I shred my folly of heir In case of torment or fondness I never wear underwear.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC

martin-narrod

The Finnish Tomb of the Tween Harlot

Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp... In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years. She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English. I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously. Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for. This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style. Wishing You The Very Best, Sir Martin Narrod I keep my family of conscience I shred my folly of heir In case of torment or fondness I never wear underwear.

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