#zeitgeist - Hello Poetry

There is a shadow over the world these days. Maybe it's been there for a while, it just took time to notice. The flinching gazes of friends nervous like grazing deer in the open. Exposed, like fraguile things no longer confident. Humanity seem to realize how young we are. The guns are loaded. The blood is real 3 2 1 We are not ready. And here it comes.

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Oct 14, 2023

Oct 14, 2023 at 8:00 PM UTC

Narrenschiff

Here it Comes...

There is a shadow over the world these days. Maybe it's been there for a while, it just took time to notice. The flinching gazes of friends nervous like grazing deer in the open. Exposed, like fraguile things no longer confident. Humanity seem to realize how young we are. The guns are loaded. The blood is real 3 2 1 We are not ready. And here it comes.

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You have your eyes on someone else I am happy gazing at the shell It's a nagging zeitgeist, well I tried to keep a pretence Could you tell? I spinned in endless circles Blinded by the sparkles Thought there will be tell-tales Measured self on bad scales Contemporary delusions hail Careful calculations also fail I am trying to move on From something That was only drawn In my thoughts, which pawned My heart, which still prolongs Tell me What should I do? Everyday I am filled with blues I could throw this forever If I knew a little, how to! Or if I had the slightest clue!

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Mar 5, 2022

Mar 5, 2022 at 11:34 AM UTC

sraa

Last Love

You have your eyes on someone else I am happy gazing at the shell It's a nagging zeitgeist, well I tried to keep a pretence Could you tell? I spinned in endless circles Blinded by the sparkles Thought there will be tell-tales Measured self on bad scales Contemporary delusions hail Careful calculations also fail I am trying to move on From something That was only drawn In my thoughts, which pawned My heart, which still prolongs Tell me What should I do? Everyday I am filled with blues I could throw this forever If I knew a little, how to! Or if I had the slightest clue!

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Trying to make it to the end By trying to pretend That you will comprehend it all! It all, one some weekend Listening to TS Imagining scenarios, O yes! This could be us She says But the world is our nemesis You have your eyes on others Might have a couple of lovers I just shudder and hover On love songs’ acoustics and covers I know if we become a thing You’ll break up and say it was a fling I will write sad songs and sing And give my friends a ring

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Mar 5, 2022

Mar 5, 2022 at 10:34 AM UTC

sraa

First Love

Trying to make it to the end By trying to pretend That you will comprehend it all! It all, one some weekend Listening to TS Imagining scenarios, O yes! This could be us She says But the world is our nemesis You have your eyes on others Might have a couple of lovers I just shudder and hover On love songs’ acoustics and covers I know if we become a thing You’ll break up and say it was a fling I will write sad songs and sing And give my friends a ring

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Repel a ***** Rats Amid Spam Emit Gas Reward a Looter Revel Guns and War Tide Edit Raw DNA, Snug Lever Retool a Drawer Sag Time, Maps Dim a Star Repel a *****

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Jul 6, 2020

Jul 6, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC

drifton-a-way

Are We Named?

Repel a ***** Rats Amid Spam Emit Gas Reward a Looter Revel Guns and War Tide Edit Raw DNA, Snug Lever Retool a Drawer Sag Time, Maps Dim a Star Repel a *****

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A Baby Cries, Demanding, Emphatic, Forming, Growing, Having Intelligence, Joy, Kindness, Love. Mounting Neuroses, Outrageous Propaganda, Quickly Remove Simple Truth, Unleashing Violence- Wanton, Xenophobic. Youthquake Zeitgeist!

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Oct 18, 2019

Oct 18, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC

poetry2go

A Baby Cries

A Baby Cries, Demanding, Emphatic, Forming, Growing, Having Intelligence, Joy, Kindness, Love. Mounting Neuroses, Outrageous Propaganda, Quickly Remove Simple Truth, Unleashing Violence- Wanton, Xenophobic. Youthquake Zeitgeist!

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I confess I’m addicted to my phone My observations tell me I’m not alone For when you venture out it’s plain to see The majority of us are glued to our screens Whether on the tube or pushing a pram We all have devices in our hands Surfing the net or social networking Everyone obsessed with being plugged in It’s getting so bad even in company We’re not fully there as we view our screens And now there are warnings from TFL Not to fall down escalators as a result of this swell In checking our messages, writing posts Face to face interaction up in smoke We’d rather be alone in the cyber world Than engaging in reality with other boys and girls It is an epidemic that’s spreading extremely fast Thus it seems that human contact could become a thing of the past No need to leave the house anymore When everything can be ordered and delivered to your door A society of zombies isolated could we become If we don’t down devices and venture out into the scrum And mingle with other beings physically there Where we can look them in the eye and maintain that stare Connecting on a basic level without the aid of WiFi And concentrating on each other instead of being distracted by Notifications and little beeps Incoming communication that never sleeps And keeps you up all night as your brain just can’t switch off From all the incessant stimuli we’re inundated with Time to give it a rest, take a break just for a while Look up from your laptops and perhaps give someone a smile Watch where you are going, don’t get yourself run over Be present in the moment and you hopefully won’t fall over Have a coffee with someone instead of instant messaging Regard the world around you taking note of everything Don’t zone out and go into a solitary trance Assemble your tribe, spin some tunes, have a little dance Limit your time on the World Wide Web Grab yourself a hottie and get jiggy with them instead I’m talking to myself As well as anyone else Your family and chums are precious And deserve nothing less Than your undivided attention For one day there’ll come a time When perhaps they’re no longer around And you regret being online.

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC

rachel-rhodes-puckett

Zombie Zeitgeist

I confess I’m addicted to my phone My observations tell me I’m not alone For when you venture out it’s plain to see The majority of us are glued to our screens Whether on the tube or pushing a pram We all have devices in our hands Surfing the net or social networking Everyone obsessed with being plugged in It’s getting so bad even in company We’re not fully there as we view our screens And now there are warnings from TFL Not to fall down escalators as a result of this swell In checking our messages, writing posts Face to face interaction up in smoke We’d rather be alone in the cyber world Than engaging in reality with other boys and girls It is an epidemic that’s spreading extremely fast Thus it seems that human contact could become a thing of the past No need to leave the house anymore When everything can be ordered and delivered to your door A society of zombies isolated could we become If we don’t down devices and venture out into the scrum And mingle with other beings physically there Where we can look them in the eye and maintain that stare Connecting on a basic level without the aid of WiFi And concentrating on each other instead of being distracted by Notifications and little beeps Incoming communication that never sleeps And keeps you up all night as your brain just can’t switch off From all the incessant stimuli we’re inundated with Time to give it a rest, take a break just for a while Look up from your laptops and perhaps give someone a smile Watch where you are going, don’t get yourself run over Be present in the moment and you hopefully won’t fall over Have a coffee with someone instead of instant messaging Regard the world around you taking note of everything Don’t zone out and go into a solitary trance Assemble your tribe, spin some tunes, have a little dance Limit your time on the World Wide Web Grab yourself a hottie and get jiggy with them instead I’m talking to myself As well as anyone else Your family and chums are precious And deserve nothing less Than your undivided attention For one day there’ll come a time When perhaps they’re no longer around And you regret being online.

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There are no right answers. The sky rejects the birds, turns them over to gravity, embedding them in the concrete and dirt. The grit refuses to become a pearl, just as the wound refuses to heal and the flesh eats itself. The market sees a sudden spike in sales of Champagne and cyanide. Coordinated efforts seek and fail to curtail the rising tide of violence in the nation's dreaming. You realise that this crude, barbaric language that you can't understand is your own. Beauty glitches and pixelates. Frightened, furtive confessions of love are unheard over proud, visceral proclamations of hate. Tongues divorce mouths. Every now and then, a voice inside your head says, 'Thud.' The measures of sanity become more quantifiable and totally arbitrary. The horizon tightens like a noose. It doesn't matter if this is wrong. There are no right answers.

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Jan 19, 2017

Jan 19, 2017 at 4:40 AM UTC

nico-reznick

There Are No Right Answers

There are no right answers. The sky rejects the birds, turns them over to gravity, embedding them in the concrete and dirt. The grit refuses to become a pearl, just as the wound refuses to heal and the flesh eats itself. The market sees a sudden spike in sales of Champagne and cyanide. Coordinated efforts seek and fail to curtail the rising tide of violence in the nation's dreaming. You realise that this crude, barbaric language that you can't understand is your own. Beauty glitches and pixelates. Frightened, furtive confessions of love are unheard over proud, visceral proclamations of hate. Tongues divorce mouths. Every now and then, a voice inside your head says, 'Thud.' The measures of sanity become more quantifiable and totally arbitrary. The horizon tightens like a noose. It doesn't matter if this is wrong. There are no right answers.

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I’ll rev you like a Porsche Pressurize the clutch then ease on the equipped brake enrolling the steering wheel On the highway as we sing Tuning choruses eccentrically apply the mascara and smile put my flock on, swing like Bowie Craze up in seismic grooves Shift to a self expression culture be so extreme that you glitter I’ll desire your ambiguousness Unarguably, I’ll hold your hand An evolved zeitgeist in revolution squeeze their prejudiced little heads replicate, experiment your persona

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Jan 27, 2016

Jan 27, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC

SassyJ

Benevolent Oppressor

I’ll rev you like a Porsche Pressurize the clutch then ease on the equipped brake enrolling the steering wheel On the highway as we sing Tuning choruses eccentrically apply the mascara and smile put my flock on, swing like Bowie Craze up in seismic grooves Shift to a self expression culture be so extreme that you glitter I’ll desire your ambiguousness Unarguably, I’ll hold your hand An evolved zeitgeist in revolution squeeze their prejudiced little heads replicate, experiment your persona

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He holds his head high, Always bays to things that come, . . . Sticky gum on shoe.

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC

ormond

Haiku ( modern )

He holds his head high, Always bays to things that come, . . . Sticky gum on shoe.

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Rippling down the stream Of many peoples consciousness An effervescent future life Stripped of this abhorrent distress A future filled with study Free for each and every human being A world with no false borders A world with far less disagreeing And a universal language Forged with available technology That translates in real time Enhanced with anthropology Giving us a precise understanding Of how each other achieve solutions A pragmatic communication Circumnavigating ****** revolutions We would calculate the earths resources And how to evenly distribute them Then we would dispose of pointless cash Like ill people dispose of phlegm Our centralised political weasels That do far more harm than good Would be replaced by microchips Programmed to not be misunderstood It is an interesting proposal To those with a humane conscience But to those smugly enjoying advantage I guess it is annoying nonsense So we must wait for millions to be displaced For total world economic collapse The greedy spoilt brats will listen then Or will they continually relapse?

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC

shaded-lamp

Beyond Blood and Weasels

Rippling down the stream Of many peoples consciousness An effervescent future life Stripped of this abhorrent distress A future filled with study Free for each and every human being A world with no false borders A world with far less disagreeing And a universal language Forged with available technology That translates in real time Enhanced with anthropology Giving us a precise understanding Of how each other achieve solutions A pragmatic communication Circumnavigating ****** revolutions We would calculate the earths resources And how to evenly distribute them Then we would dispose of pointless cash Like ill people dispose of phlegm Our centralised political weasels That do far more harm than good Would be replaced by microchips Programmed to not be misunderstood It is an interesting proposal To those with a humane conscience But to those smugly enjoying advantage I guess it is annoying nonsense So we must wait for millions to be displaced For total world economic collapse The greedy spoilt brats will listen then Or will they continually relapse?

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