"adherent" poems
You Sir, Are An Electrician!
**technocrat
— noun
a proponent, adherent, or supporter of technocracy.**
This city boy was expert at
Turning the lights on,
Unlocking the front door,
Putting new batteries in flashlights,
And calling the handyman to
"Please come upstairs"
When the degree of diving difficulty was a
Positive number.
Also,
Freezing the semi-permanently the DVR,
Triggering alarms,
Killing car batteries,
Making laptops question
Human sanity,
Tearing up when reading,
"Some Assembly Required!"
Raised in a city of experts,
He was unskilled in things electric,
Becoming apoplectic,
When a device had an
On/off switch that ignored him.
Somewhat famous he was,
For engaging the inanimate,
In a verbal dialectic,
Which included words highly phonetic,
But unsuitable for children's ears.
She was raised in rural pastures,
Corn fields used for hide n' go seek,
Riding goats after school
Just for fun,
Familiar with innards of
Deus ex machina, a/k/a
Minor engine repairs, and
Doing what he called,
Making reparations.
IOS7, heaven.
Cabling laptop to external devices,
Icing on the cake,
Dis and reassembling a German coffee maker,
Did not require calling an 800 number.
She never read an instruction sheet
Without pleasurable laughing at
Japanese English.
He was unashamed of his skilled
Unskilled characteristics,
For such is the way of the world
In the human kingdom,
Some of us two handed,
some of us, bi-standers.
But upon occasion,
He would bemoan his fate,
Decry his inability to survive
On a post-apocalyptic Earth,
Like the people on tv and movies.
Periodically he would grow morose,
Listless, at his inability to adapt to a
Point Oh world.
Uncomprehending
Icons and symbols whose meaning
Were wholly unintuitive,
He secretly ashamed of his need for
technological ******
She would sense his frustration,
Wipe away his inner condensation,
Climbing into his lap,
Whispering the following:
**You sir, are an electrician
of words, a verbal technocrat,**
Plumber of the depths where
Few fear to tread, explorer of the head,
Restorer of human paintings unmatched,
Without your ilk,
this world would be unbearable,
Your heart's warming silk
Comforts bodies and souls,
Speaking from experience personal.
Then, she flicked his
On/Off switch,
On.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
On my way to work,
Whenever I pass through
The Holy Trinity church,
After a brief prayer,
The tombstone of a martyr
My eyes never fail to search
As his eulogies sensitive cords
Are sure to touch!
I admire
The tombstone’s design
A flickering torch,
Whose tongue
Is the martyr ’s statue,
That talks loud his virtue!
“Holy Trinity
Till I crossed the river of death
Allegedly, striped of my health,
Poisoned by evil doers,
Who hanker
By unfair means
To amass wealth,
I had been
A public servant
Adherent to my faith! ”
“Holy Trinity
To abide by
Your commandment-
Don’t steal-
Was my desire
Also to pull out millions
From poverty’s quagmire.
Across the board development
Working better than one's best
Efficient resource utilization
Also drew my attention! "
“Holy Trinity
A generation
To corruption averse
Is all-out
The bad scenario
In my country
To reverse.
A generation for
A developmental ******
That has lust.
I have come to understand
The coming up of
Many a lass and lad,
Whose rights that demand
I need no more reward,
When in front of you
This way I stand
Justice to demand! ”
Children of Oromia,
Ethiopia’s elephantine branch,
You have to detach
Your state, your country
From the impudent
And the corrupt
That still exercise
The outmoded
Colonizers’
Divide and rule
As a fool .
A corruption fighter
Development’s workforce
Is also a hero
Like Ethiopia’s
Valorous and dear sons
Balcha Abanefso
Geresu Duke,Abdisa Aga
And Jagama Kelo.
Children of Oromia
Giving to divisive guys
A deaf ear,
You should hold your
Country Ethiopia,
A cradle of mankind
And civilization, dear
Do not forget
Adding up
Is the current road map
Evil doers
Killing a hero
Could not bring
The change drive
To zero.
As a poet what I can say
“Evil doers
Stop to opt for
Devilish way!
But if you
Keeping going astray
You will go
To the grave in
Ignominious way!”//
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved.
Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others! My manner of thinking stems straight from my considered reflections: it holds with my existence, with the way I am made. It is not in my power to alter it; and were it, I’d not do so. These manners of thinking you find fault with is my sole consolation in life; it alleviates all my sufferings in prison, it composes all my pleasures in the world outside; it is dearer to me than life itself. Not my manner of thinking but the manner of thinking of others has been the source of my unhappiness. The reasoning man who scorns the prejudices of simpletons necessarily becomes the enemy of simpletons; he must expect as much, and laugh at the inevitable. A traveler journeys along a fine road. It has been strewn with traps. He falls into one. Do you say it is the traveler's fault, or that of the scoundrel who lays the trap? If then, as you tell me are willing to restore my liberty if I am willing to pay for it by the sacrifice of my principles or my tastes, we may bid one another an eternal adieu, for rather than part with those, I would sacrifice a thousand lives and a thousand liberties, if I had them. These principals and these tastes, I am their fanatic adherent; and fanaticism in me is the product of persecutions I have endured from my tyrants. The longer they continue their vexations, the deeper they root my principles in my heart, and I openly declare that no one need talk to me of liberty if it is offered to me only in return for their destruction.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
reverence in poetry. everything to every person.
reader claims they can a necessary skill for
uncover the reverence. successful hypothecating and
in the scripts that (buying)poetry-creation outta nothing,
life straight hands me, tell them what thy want to hear,
for collection & correction, and they’ll call you laureate,
secretarial transcribing, instead of good listener
binding, typo correction or just a keen observer-fakir
mundane are the tasks, just take what they give ya,
that’s all them muses ask, dress it like Joseph in a
don’t interfere, taken what’s given, coat of many colors,
bow, curtsy, show respect, don’t let on your plagiarism
treat its aspects/instincts correctly is all them, redressed legally
you’re just the pass through agent, true you, gotta be smart about it,
patient for no payment expected, variant spellings, swinging verbs,
be our adherent, not our truant, be discreet, they’ll call your script
we appoint don’t disappoint, a real keeper and give love or sun,
accept our patent, render legit mucho poem emojis accoladeya
as for this reverence thinge devil in a blue dress, walk the streets
if I do my job ok, on any day, grabbing snatches of overhearings,
any poem could save a life, pressed into a single tunic, you think,
if I get the commas placed, he a genius, knows my thinking,
just right, the periods period, exactly, what a great poet and
while obeying the speed limit con/hu-man par excellent
them muses so **** pleased even fool muses, too full themselves,
by this true confession released, muses who think we stink and
and self deprecation, couldn’t do it without them
they call me reverend, great pretenders by stealing
imagine them silly folk, everything in everybody and
calling a big fat liar. all thieves and cape riders,
reverend, duh, the end original liars, pants on fire
before midnight and after 3:20am April 7~8, two oh nineteen
any message you send becomes my intellectual property, fool....
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
if he is not made of them wholly, branches, he will be soon. they are everywhere, and he steps on them, and they are arms from hell. he wears a child’s football jersey, torn at his size and his sorrow. he reaches into it and pulls out his heart, a red balloon given the what for, inside of which he blows his nose. he returns the heart.
a yellow adherent hangs from both nostrils, as two ropes being cut at and then loosed from his brain. the first keeps an arm from heaven; the second he catches and loops twice to put on his neck. one is never out of the woods here, and he knows it, knows here is Baltimore, Ohio. he has watched the people, some of them, leave; their happiness would be better called remission.
he is giddy when he comes upon a man wearing only a barrel and he tips it with joy and makes better his headway home. the rolled over branches shriek and wake the man who nakedly bails. the branches up their shrieking.
his mother he has no dementia of his time in her womb. why for **** the despondent are given captions like ‘blank look’ he can’t say for in his mama naught but canvassing eyes. she’s what he calls ‘at grocery’, shaking a coffee can she’ll buy because a done melon can’t hold pennies. she often at the neck is saddled with two toddlers but in his projection now there is just one making miracle of not kicking the coffee can into another’s back.
any girl that occurs lets him take her with his tongue only as she seems to know he was circumcised and after that much paddled.
he starts thinking on dad and dad’s laughing when mother’d say boys be home before dog because that’s how it sounded from seizures and of course rock candy in the summer. the barrel splinters beneath him to be forgotten and his legs go to bleeding stilts.
his last things by his face are insufficient; rock candy, barrel, and twin. I talk on the barrel, I don’t need it, not anymore.
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
a
malignant cancer grows inside this test
tube today in longing abundance escaping
with our humanity equally adherent to this
cause of death in ***** where theater
diametrically opposed will cherish it again
with leprosy approx sort of this vacation
that's well in remission with heredity again.
.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
Maybe i am not so perfect
But i know how to reflect
Maybe i represent a faded picture
But my life is such a great mixture
Maybe i lie and die everyday
But my smile never departs for a day
Maybe i have alot of tough dares
But with them i have people to care
Maybe i am not in a perfect mood
But i have a situation to tackle and crude
Maybe life is full of lost games
But it also sometimes provide us fame
Maybe life is sometimes abhorrent.
But its wonderful if we are adherent...!
--A.A.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 5:54 PM UTC
Even in mine sickness
im never to leaveth;
When this breath exit's mine lung's, and i do not overcometh, the grave that swalloweth me.
When these eye's reacheth to the sky
and thus mine heart seemeth to fail;
I wilt be waiting for thee by the Luzon bay, in celestial white detail.
In these darkly hour's
I canst sense heaven and hell;
though I am never to leaveth thee mine Jane, for we were long ago ordained, for the eternity of ourn holy grail.
I shalt forever be an adherent, next to thy seraphim shoulder's;
Even in mine dying, I wilt ameliorate thy crying, as ourn amour' will forever be warm, even in mine death whilst mine skin goeth colder.
O' I am never to leaveth thou:
Mine soulmate jane,
in life and death we shalt be, forever to loveth.
O' forever I wilt loveth thee.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
At first I was a lover,
adherent adorer
of the ultimate
father figure
to whom
I sublimated
all that I was.
Then when
faced with
the pain
of existence
I became
a questioner
of the almighty.
In studying
the sorrows of history,
I saw the stain
of human tragedy
perpetuated
on the forms
that people hated,
how they mutilated
men, women,
and children.
Then I became
an accuser
judging
the behavior
or lack there of
of this
omnipotent being.
Till, I saw the truth
and the abstraction
shrank from something
to nothing.
The light of a creator
that subdued my mind
and enslaved my spirit
blinked out into the nothingness
that it always was.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:59 AM UTC
Coexistence
I
I attend on each specified day,
I take off my hat in respect.
I believe in what I see.
I know;
And I dare not reject.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
The planet earth is maybe
the material gold dust of all.
But it’s null on what it bases
purely standing on empty space!
Indeed there is no matter
at the base of the matter.
The nano atoms adherent to
natural scientia split and dance
the bottomline is pure blank!
Cosy slim and delicate atom
continues to deep down.
Stripping off to the quark
zooming in yet far inside
much more further down.
Goodness knows how comfy slim
will it be before it touches down
on to the universe smallest layer.
The matter, confined to natural codes,
in search of the smallest building block
turning to be a matter free off the matter.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
Inglorious light
To strand light from darkness the greatest victory Jesus said I am the light of the world it was fixed and
Sure no dividing nothing to confuse but then man’s desires arose as in all instances when he would
Dismiss God’s sovereign authority honesty is missing they don’t say initially the truth spoke thusly no
They craft well their superimposing disfigured light it has to appeal it must have the essence of
Misrepresentation with this you will be enlightened and thankfully you can do it by a measure that you
Can control you will be god and have the authority see all the lights draw them together into a super
Beam they are outer bold strokes of genius variable dreams exists in this bright coexistence with
Darkness you can blatantly satisfy all manner of appetites and keep you heart from alarm you are
Walking in light there is a supreme being and he too is known as the angel of light that is filled with all
The arts of deceit he will dazzle and from his inner light you will fall from heavenly heights the same as
He there is no end to your trouble nor his but what a ride to control thoughts and destines of others that
Innocently trust your words the breach know the true word was abridged to fit a morality that didn’t fit
Into true and right nobility no matter substitute your own please make it glowing the greatest
Subterfuge must look closely like the original we are speaking of eternal verities fine tune the sphere it
Must pass the acid test for the casual adherent only the best divisible means must be employed you are
Substituting bedrock truth with the illusion of truth never say the devil won’t give you your do even he
Plays fair to a point you are giving up a kingdom your right as an heir not to mention love will be changed
To murderous intent the death of a soul is not a minor undertaking you laid the ground work so expertly
Now to keep up the pretense it’s not really like its hard we are all rebels just play into the general feeling
That is maximized when you add the poison of deceit its the drug that will never fail love be dammed see
You in Hell
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 7:17 PM UTC
The youth
Good toppest lustre of the day
The brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
Our pure ambrosial saints ain't flames
These souls has a new odour today
The young beautiful flash to play
We are the good children of glare
Our colour candytuft shift blur
God's love mends and make the youth
This time and space experience use
The living waters with the future frozen
Our power through the mirror was spoken
Past passion, post move on the song
The uniform dance, listen the flowers wrong
Happiness blossom the rainbow nation
Our fruit bloom the path of fasion
We are blood washing through the rails
Of a sweeping banister. Unfolding tails
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
Crushed by the perplexity of Chronos transparent
Awakened to destiny Ananke, forever adherent
the Titans birthed the Gods without peripheral vision
who against the odds, would free the cycle from its own attrition
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Standing silent close to Kaveri reach,
Watching vary fountain which night please,
In middle blossom of unsteady plant,
Being indulge with various vision haunt.
Along the beauty dissolve my offer,
I was infatuated in love indescribable manner.
No sooner than that music flow,
All at once water sparks glow.
By ogle display confirmed pair deadly pact rest.
And put hands tide round each waist.
Within period merely couple a day,
Agree to run both on single way.
A soaring airship disturbed our pleasure
Harshly snatched her looks from arms mine forever.
There were cloudy sky near those mountain
Violent storm too approached drain out plane.
How sad was thee trip to B'lore shine,
Made vanish present as fairy tale genuine.
Perhaps, none accounts definite what would happen,
Rare enjoys life replete, many fade uncertain.
It is pre-determines every lot before hence.
The man has skilled accustom structure accordance.
While an individual's regular purity convinced Him,
Only may trial complete his crack courteous whim.
Love and *** known as supplement,
Any be effective prior in adherent,
Just satisfaction of obstinate body illustrate ***
But love is lasting long till universe.
If a man bounds with sensual lore,
Ne'er gets limit, well! I am sure.
My love touch pride of wide majesty,
Doesn't need tedious effort advent sanctity.
Let proper close destiny matter jollifying.
Yet I shall preserve idol always undying.
Neither time could decay nor death blot,
Thy name will survive period breathes little art.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC
I'm saddled with a basic logic
Still I dared to assume most who could get it, would get it
Might get it?
Should get it?
I don't get it
Forget it
Look at this nightmare that's gone unchecked, it's pathetic
A lost faith in the general public
You'd think it'd matter who done it but it doesn't
No one's above it
The simple seems problematic,
What do you hear in the static,
Voices in an attic?
Gotta keep that quiet
Tone it down a bit
Everyone's super understanding here on the internet
But watch it can change quick in private
THAT'S what hurts the most, THAT'S what's unfortunate
THAT'S the embodiment of evil adherent
©2024
Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC
I carry an umbrella again
and find gigs to play
when soon my adherent of veracity
does connect mood with a thread
here her snooty wish now verbosity
and fill nights with vicissitude
that can still cling to virtual attitude
with a quasar if I can compose near
as a constellation tout direct ties there
though multitudes from clouds of authenticity
and ridden with adversity only good as Columbus
while a homespun manicure of bliss
will stiffen stations with thine air
and stake canvass in this future sound.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
i used to play guitar,
as i also used to fiddle with
my fingers, against the thumb...
titilating experience...
playing guitar?
let's just say...
how would a guitarist read
a morse version of
braille,
would it be easier
to read the morse
version of braille...
or just braille?
numbed tips of fingers
of a left hand...
∴
morse braille
. _ ⠁
_ . . . ⠃
_ . _ . ⠉
_ . . ⠙
. ⠑
. . _ . ⠋
_ _ . ⠛ (g)
. . . . ⠓
. . ⠊
. _ _ _ ⠚
_ . _ ⠅
. _ . . ⠇
_ _ ⠍ (m)
_ . ⠝
_ _ _ ⠕ (o)
. _ _ . ⠏
_ _ . _ ⠟ (q)
. _ . ⠗ (r)
. . . ⠎
_ ⠞
. . _ ⠥ (u)
. . . _ ⠧ (v)
. _ _ ⠺
_ . . _ ⠭ (x)
_ . _ _ ⠽ (y)
_ _ . . ⠵ (z)
point being... you really must have
tender finger tips to read braille...
which also implies...
if were not born blind...
when you were not blind
and had to roughen your hands up,
with some mediocre "waste of time"
akin to playing a guitar?
**** you're ******
no, literally...
because if braille is the answer...
and you have thick finger-tips?!
that's it...
unless of course,
braille is replaced with morse...
test: i write with my right hand...
but... if i were to read?
i.e. use my left hand
for both playing the guitar
and reading?
braille, or morse?
morse!
at least it is adherent to some
sort of translateable
arithmetic / quasi-algebra...
you must have very tender
finger tips to read braille...
i tried it a few times,
given that its provided on
most of the packaging
of pharmaceuticals in england...
i.e. diabetic type 1,
born with it,
diabetic type 2,
overdid the chocolate...
sorry, my finger tips are too rough,
shouldn't have learned to
play the guitar,
i couldn't read you braille
with these fingers...
but if you translated braille
into morse?
chances are...
i probably could.
plus? i wouldn't require tender
fingertips, akin to a french origin
braille reader...
give me morse, blind?
i could read it...
but, the current braille?
requiring tender french
finger-tips? no hyphen,
solely dotty?
well... good luck...
finding the next blind lemon jefferson...
who, apart from playing the guitar,
could also read braille...
good luck!
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
Surrending
Mind and soul
Wishing you
Gives sublime bliss
I wonder
How would it be
If you
Wish back
Everything about courtesy
Thanks
To the sacred breakthrough
Forever true
And once again
Here I'm
With a zen smile
Adherent joyfully
What could I ask for more?
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
I heard
And my voice
Broke-
That was the end:
“Kennedy
Fell
From a criminal hand… ”
And
My hair
Stood on end.
I gave
A hostile reception
To that
News
on my own way.
I did understand
Kennedy is
A kind
And nice chap. And
He is
Reform’s
Eternal adherent.
In the morn
He lived
During lunch
He died.
Everybody
Lost comfort
At that instant.
“Kennedy!”
Pipes
Blew loudly
“Jo-o-o-hn!”
Dead marsh repeated
The word
Democracy’s
Pillar
Was cut down
Meanly.
Johny
Is quitting
The boundary
Of our world.
We will remember
These heroes!
Johny is
America’s glorious son.
He is among
Home foundations’ adherents,
Descendants
Will be proud
Of him
Under the sun.
{22.11.2015}
СЫН АМЕРИКИ
Услышал –
и мой
оборвался
голос –
«Кеннеди
пал
от преступной
руки…»
Дыбом
вставали
за волосом
волос,
По-своему
новость
восприняв
в штыки.
Кеннеди –
добрый
и славный
малый,
Вечный
сторонник
больших
реформ.
Утром
он жил,
а в обед –
не стало.
Все
потеряли
в тот миг
комфорт.
«Кеннеди!» –
громко
трубили
трубы,
«Джо-о-о-о-н!» –
повторял
похоронный
марш.
Столп
демократии
подло
срублен,
Джонни
предел
покидает
наш.
Будем
мы помнить
таких
героев!
Джонни –
Америки
славный
сын:
Ярый
сторонник
родных
устоев –
Будут
потомки
гордиться
им!
{22.11.2015}
Translator - I. Toporov
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
the good toppest lustre of the day
the brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
our pure ambrosial saints not flames
we are the good choldren with glare
our color candytuft shift blur
these souls have a new odour today
the young beautiful flash to play
post passion past move on the song
the uniform dances listen to the flowers wrong
but our fruit bloom the path of fashion
happiness blossom the rainbow nation
we are like blood washing through the rails
of a sweeping banister unfolding tales
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
Stanley,
An adherent of Rosenblatt,
Who declared we must always
Return to the text,
I write you this apology.
Having read your text,
How to Write a Sentence,
And How to Read One,
I confess,
I've changed my mind.
Your point is made:
The tension we must feel
Is found in words
Arranged carefully
In ways meaningful,
In ways transcendent
Of the words themselves,
Or we should leave the books
We love to read upon the shelves.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Looking for a secret in the cemeteries
Cause that i walk with corpses
Even began with sun and shine
Darkness is where my mind blows
The blind gleam couldn't find
Any liaison between life and death
Double seeing everything
Thoughts are adherent to emotions
Screams coming whence caverns
Forgot what i know so afraid
Horrendous and terrible
I wish a rainbow dragon
I am saying a prayer that i never heard
They are nailing my skull
Turning a deaf ear
I haven't gone crazy yet
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
"The Body Eclectic"
Sons and daughters of the cosmos we stand
touched together light vibrations
adherent
Space emanating consciousness
consciousness emitting space
one cause
without contradiction
Effect arises and becomes
co-creator shaper
and shaped
roiling to laws
self born
Gravity not other separate but
one side view of me you
rock the heavens
coiling together emptiness
to forms transient
moving no stopping
of the process flow exists
wonderment continual
Words but crippled leprous fingers
pointing tool only don't get lost
seeing the path as
God Journeys End Reality
Metaphors i write crafting melody
perhaps some may hear
this effort for my own progress
to i don't know where
a here now out
of the mirror
In the beginning naught
but the naught void
not even rays
clear light
no need
all is all in all
What is past present comprehension
happens none the less
human views unneeded
for genesis gnosis
that which is began
begins
omniscience fading fast
under wavelets minuscule
almost not
Bump bump cling bump bump cling
physics births itself
space time sentience
primordial wisdom
one step down up sideways in
ten directions expanding growth
nothing happening
out of the ordinary
Miracle a name for beauty
not comprehended
i you we fish elephants
star
One by one no such thing
separate a myth
invented
Oscillations stream genes
now are
before weren't
again will not be
Particles particles
ever new particles
fabricate particles
waves
Us the body eclectic
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC