"augmentation" poems
Kashmir Delirium
Oh People Of Earth! Thankful are we,
For each act of benevolence shown to us.
Your gilded sweet words describing,
The beauty of Kasmir, land and people.
Mention in books and talks of it's riches,
Naming it the Sweet Paradise Of Earth.
The Lord has been bountiful to Kashmir,
Treasure of resources in every sphere.
To elevate each aspect, our wish for life,
As every acre of this land is worth millions.
Full of treasures and recreational value,
Forestry with grandeur and silvery rivers.
The outside world's view is so limited,
Simple folks living in the lap of rich bounty.
Mentioned in world forums and organizations,
But what of the goal of giving us freedom?
What has The UN established in our name?
To measure the pain and anguish we bear,
At the hands, of our supposed benefactors.
The saviours who has us fractured.
But in reality they train their enforcers,
In the art of creating oceans of tears.
The red blood now hidden in camouflage,
The spent shells now gathered and hidden.
The leaders we are told to elect in electoral shams,
Run publicity kiosks and swell friend lists.
Joint conferences to address personal interests
Dialogues that never address the root issues.
Just the formalities and no sympathy,
For the ones burnt in cruel sadistic reprisals.
The hypocrisy continues deliriously unabated,
More augmentation of the security forces.
For a first hand view of deep hypocrisy,
Walk this land, you know as beautiful.
Religious leaders will teach you political artistry,
Sermons full of ambiguity and guile.
Waywardness and narrow mindedness on display,
Political apologists give great lessons.
Religion and religious ethnicity are tools,
That keep minds and bodies in total check.
Gamesmanship by leaders is the rule of thumb,
As promises are forgotten once office is obtained.
When writing of this succulent beautiful land,
Write of the air, pregnant with sadistic practices.
This land is being stripped of worldly treasures,
And the greatest treasure is mistreated daily.
The best of nation is the inhabitants,
Ignored are the real gems of this beautiful paradise.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
Practicality is the reality
of ignominious totality
the devices of all sizes
and the grammatical mentality
of systematic duality.
Punctuation is the **********
the *********** of every generation
the permutation and saturation
of wordsmith temptation for re-calibration
the aberration and consternation
that leads to misinformation
and condemnation and annihilation
of the constellation colloquial conversation
the abomination of language urbanization
the fermentation and ionization
of linguistic complications
the desolation of commas and semi-colons
the affirmation of their vs they're
the augmentation of amalgamation
is just the lyrical ************
of a hooded basketball top nation
the culmination of devastation
the gestation and interpolation
that leads to appreciation isolation
and justification acceleration
the modification and assimilation
of poorly-worded implementation
and the contamination of myriad exploration
alienation in illumination
punctuation is the salvation of documentation
against the tides of violation
and the extermination of regurgitation
the classification of discrimination
and last but not least
the liberation of misrepresentation.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
Calf augmentation => silicon implantation
Endoscopy, otoplasty, baby
Mentoplasty, rhinoplasty, scalpel
Juvederm at 4, Starbucks pit-stop right after,
pop some xany's and go
Chemical peel, dermabrasion
Dr. Unknown PhD. meet patient Montag XR3.
Brain stimulation, kneecap replacement
Doc, I'm starting to miss the table, is this a complication I should expect?
Fat grafting, bone grafting, mystic tanning
(what really is natural nowadays?)
Chin reconstruction, laser resurfacing,
(what really is me anyways?)
Consultation with your post-op pain,
It's gonna be "Ouchy" for a month,
but worth it in the end.
Self-esteem scan shows a cancerous tumor and growth
Yuck
And here I thought plastic was
"cancer-free"?
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
*i once had a girl from poland over,
gave her the tourism of london,
a daughter of my mother's friend.*
i suffered sun stroke one day out
with her, blonde hair and all,
i was bound to feel the cold shivers,
went to a party with a school-friend
of mine and her...
i was left in a bed shivering,
he later said he didn't want to say it
but did, that they kissed...
like i didn't know the shorthand for
oral ***
now i'm drinking a beer, write
one poem weeping, another like this
one laughing prior, slapping myself in
the cheek...
two slaps to the face i didn't receive
from prostitutes **** your moral
relativism, you people only
know that theft and ****** and ****
are equal in the cauldron of einstein's
space-and-time, i accept physical
relativism, but i loath moral relativism,
it's like giving an umbrella to the man
under a champagne waterfall -
and an anorak to a man under a waterfall
of cow **** -
yep, slaps outside the brothel,
the kind women became knights' sparring partners
for the oath undertaken,
it was a practice among knights to get
a handkerchief to ease the sting later...
but when prostitutes don't slap you
for trying to sort your life in order to provide,
you sort of become two knights,
twin siamese, you slap yourself because
all that st. thomas gospel wisdom went into
sex-augmentation procedures and cheap
cancer victims with pill-for-pill profiteering...
leisurely ladies of societies made rich
by easy money, watching operas
but still preferring to notice what
their neighbours were wearing,
the peasant snobism who are more distracted
by what others wear rather than the music...
a herd of wilder-beasts could ease out more tears
at an opera than these "precious" ladies of the new
post-aristocratic society of easy money...
you drink beer, laugh, slap yourself silly on the cheeks
for more laughter... your brain
becomes a monkey in a cage gone mad
rather than turning docile...
so she came over and enjoyed my company,
spotted a fox in an alley to a surprise...
but then i got rudely told that oral *** was a kiss...
well **** me there's a cataphract -
let's ***** slap him silly so no byzantine philosopher
cared to exist.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
Walked out on it all, mid-life crisis taken hold,
Done nothing but work, pay tax, time to be bold.
Dyed hair, had an affair, went clubbing once more,
Tried *** in a Maserati but got it caught in the door.
Didn’t think it through.
Did all but one thing on my bucket list,
Travelled, explored and got endlessly ******
No happier, alone, one half of a whole,
Ruined it all by having no self-control.
Didn’t think it through.
Revenge on her mind she accepted me back,
Wife threatened me with “back, sack and crack”,
Totally livid, intent on harmful litigation,
In the end made me pay for her breast augmentation.
She didn’t think it through.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 10:05 AM UTC
The words they slept in shadows,
Unspoken in the night.
When a hand reached forth
With nightshade blade,
To poison anothers plight.
Sweet dreams,
Oh Lord of Lamentations.
Let the aether surround
With reams of false augmentation.
For the sick and the weak
Those we ignore and mistreat
Are no longer eight hours away.
Empires will fall
While we rest and decay
Cerebrally enslaved
To the light of day.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC
Thunder in the stomp and lightning in the palms
Heavy and dense, the collision is coming on
Strong surges coursing through as the motions expand the mass
Intimidation in the fierce force of augmentation beyond grasp
Remaining in stance against the currents of evil
A Stone in the flow of truth's retrieval
Erosion spreading essence through the seasons of ice and fire
Smoothing into perfection's quest and desire
The master and student mindset sustaining technique's finesse
Following the steps into gathering change best
Replacing hollow space, the nothingness with breath
Then breaking through the base of still chakra's in the chest
Bring substance to the vortex, revolutionary spins
Balanced power, the coagulation over wounds begins
Leaping to light then back like a star to earth
Creating the weight that's needed for foundation and rebirth
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
I confront my prejudice
How will the girls in my script look?
I admit, I expect them to all be Disney Perfect
But that goes against my values
I know the damage perfect does
There is no perfect, there is only diversity
How can one genetic look always outshine the others?
Tall, thin, blonde with large breasts. Long legs and arms. Size 0.
No, there is beauty in difference
and it can be put on film
not as a side show, but the main attraction
I learned from my mother
Beauty is a mirage
An eternal struggle of pain
of hunger, the knife, the self hatred
that is never attained
A petite Scottish woman, medium *****
a dancer with a beautiful body and face
and a slasher for an inner voice, striking her at every move
It's in me, too
I learned the lessons of beauty as I learned Calculus in my high school texts
This is the formula, this is the way it is
The proof is it is all around us in the media
Body very thin, ******* very large
Size 0 without ribs, and hip bones and shoulder bones sticking out
How the stylists repel when they see that evidence of starvation
And large, engorged ******* ready to feed an army of babies
"nature doesn't make women like that" commented a model
before she had "augmentation"
If I am to create this world, my story
I must confront myself
I must accept my form, and its history
A body never born to be size 0
without ribs or bones showing
or six feet tall
or small *****
or large breasted without extra flesh everywhere
A body scarred by the affects of poverty
worry, and struggle
A resilient body, a strong body
and one that does not fit the mold
of "beauty" and never did
but at the same time, is beautiful
but not in the accepted form
like my mother
If I don't accept myself
if I can't look at myself and say this is OK
This is who I am and it is just fine
How will I accept it in my characters?
How will I look beyond appearance to the soul?
You don't make a good story with models
That is a fashion show
You make a good story with people who are unique
with their own configurations and unique qualities
even in their flesh
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC
**** you out
Your broken beliefs
Your desire to extinguish the very thing that makes me me...
**** you out
Your empty words
Your fraying suit
Your fear...
**** you out
Your insistence to destroy anything that makes us happy and human
**** you out
Your dangerous perception that in order to protect a child you must never become one again...
Which leads to suppression, self-harm, oppression, augmentation and homogenisation...
And when the whole world has shat you out
Showed you that they won’t be controlled anymore by your projection...
Yes, when you’ve truly ****** your freedom -
Who will you turn to?
When even your inner child has closed the door on the monster you’ve become...
**** you’re so out.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:49 PM UTC
wake up, feel terrible
for all the right reason
it is all too easy
this augmentation
this grandeur of emptiness
it is silent
a car traverses
another road
humans are out there
alive and breathing and asleep
still asleep
eyes open
the humans are just
as empty
in seventeen years
they will be as empty
in paris
or new york
or moscow
their eyes will still speak
as their mouths curl
and their children cry from
their cultured gardens
the unfixed faucets dripping
in their marble slate bathrooms
in the shower
they still wonder
what happened to their lives
their dreams
and how they'd changed
with every pivotal moment
they'd passed up
for comfort
or a new dream
conveniently forgetting the rest
they'll think back
to the faces of lovers
they lost to the road
or to chance
or to themselves
and cry
in the shower
if they haven't
forgotten how to
recollecting
how once
long ago
in a dream
they had learnt
dreams don't mean anything.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
In an age of plastic-alternatives,
brain implants & piercings,
augmentation & body building,
we can alter our states of being.
Little pills can fix headaches,
stop viral infections,
make our wood get harder,
even clean up bouts of acne.
We can paint our faces,
decorate our eyes,
replace body parts,
exchange them too.
But if we knew the cure,
could figure out the genetic code,
had the solution for stupidity,
we could change the universe.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
At low of night she strokes
Familiar tastes exquisite,
And quietly invokes
The spirit of laureate --
An orphic instrument
Unfit to take for granted.
It’s profound atonement
Stirs in her heart despondent.
Her fragile shell’s embrace
Of wood and gut and metal
Point out her shallow race
And weakness fundamental.
Yet all the night she moils,
Mistrusting augmentation,
And secretly despoils
The overzealous beacon.
-- Kerry Herrmann
Mar 23, 2016
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Isn't SPAM a pain in the rear?
NOT the canned Spam that you can eat;
I mean the spam in your email mailbox.
It's so annoying and so indiscreet.
"Mark as Spam" sometimes works,
But obnoxious messages still get through.
It seems as though you always have tons
Of unwanted email staring at you.
Have you seen "Six Months to Skinny"
Or the "One-Pound-a-Day Diet"?
There's always "Hi, you're going to love this"
Or "Want a good time?" That one's a riot.
What about "Help with Alcohol,"
"Penny Stock Tips," or "Erectile Dysfunction"?
Or "Toenail Fungus"? Yikes! Please spare me.
They send out this nonsense with no compunction!
Breast augmentation? That I don't want.
Baldness cures? Well, if I let it
Be a problem and needed some snake oil,
I know exactly where to get it.
I often get messages dealing with meds.
Those boring messages always fall flat.
And then there's "Male Enhancement Madness."
No thanks; I will pass on that.
Have you received the message that goes
Something like "Hi, my name is Pam"?
The one that I find really hilarious
Is the one that reads, "This is not spam!"
Despite precautions, when checking your email,
You're bound to find SPAM--lying in wait.
I have to say that I much prefer it
Not in my mailbox, but instead on my plate.
- by Bob B
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
I'm not a poet, i just pretend to be.
i string some words in a line
to make you understand the impact of my empathy.
to give you a sense of security, ambiguity
that manifests the power that only creativity can make you see.
this diction means only what you want it to
but you have to look inside yourself
to find that certain thing you really want to do.
Never limit where your mind can go.
don't give power to your hesitation
fuel imagination in a world of gray.
its the causation that gives you augmentation.
don't settle for simple non fiction
when the world can give you pure affliction
embrace it.
cause its that pain that makes you grow and
see the best in every situation.
its those vicarious moments that help to keep you on your feet.
you should never have to choose between
the person who they want to see and
who you truly want to be.
i know you but you don't know me.
yet...
i've tried to be a thousand people in the time i've been alive.
the most important thing i've learned is that it pays to be yourself.
when everybody else seems to have their whole life figured out,
its hard to focus on what counts
when self-created clouds of doubt begin to shroud
the one thing you're allowed to be proud of and that thing is yourself.
i'm certainly not in the position to provide a dictionary definition
of overcoming opposition.
but my first hand admonition
is to have full faith in your own ambitions.
you have these dreams for a reason.
C Alexander Blum
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
I was close to drowning when he picked me up,
his face as fresh as dawn breaking across the sky.
He had numbed most of my pain,
temporarily cleansing me of sin.
Just by a look in my eyes
He waded through the dark
that resided in my soul
until he found the small light inside.
He wrapped his arms tight around it
squeezing until it had no choice but to reignite
into lavish waves of fire.
His lips then parted revealing a beautiful smile
that moved closed to my ear and whispered a secret worthwhile ,
"I can see your pain from a mile away,
and I want you to know, its ok to let it all go."
In that moment I exhaled,
liberating all the ******** all the hate,
all the insecurities, suicide plots,
sadness, madness, pain I ever lived.
The instant rush of emotions coursed adrenaline through my veins,
ceasing the augmentation in my abdomen.
My body merged into a whole making a rumble grow in my throat,
I slowly titled my head back, a smile breaking across my face
and I released a laugh full and whole.
His arms tightened around me
and I looked into his brown eyes
with his tan skin, shining white teeth
his perfectly chiseled face
and I fell in love.
-Alicia Hubert
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
*the world is too big for me to lie,
and if you think i lie,
then i'm sure le petit prince
met you on one of the planets journeyed to.*
or poetry on the internet, are we all neither
mammals nor lizards or birds to be force-fed
this **** i hate turkeys with stomachs
stitched up for bulimia-ready
augmentation...
here's a guitar... twang twang twang
three string base rhythm...
here's my voice... now my voice
i'll keep personal to be in kinship
with an acorn fall...
and i too might taste the devolved
loved-up tongue which
once would speak... abbreviating
the excess, as neither necessary or expected,
but still loved-up, instilled in loving...
but for now... not so much...
more for the gallery of superficiality of
sticks and called bulbing limbs of beauty:
where once the fashion designer
now a dietitian... once colour and cut
now the calorie intake and burn-off...
as one limbo headed lamb of the catwalk
sat on my knee and inquired a normal talk
while i joked she was always to be a welcome elf
of our twinned lost appetite,
should the hungry child keep asking for toys
rather than a bacon bun.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
What can be done
Under our mother , the sun
To become
So much more than we ever could have imagined
We have killed
We have emotionally thrilled
Reality we have distilled
Is it that we have missed the point and surpassed expectations
No more mountains to climb
No more transcendence into the spiritual sublime
No more surprised by the latest crime
We still search and endeavour for that discovery that defines, ignoring simplicity and soulful structure
No more writing
No more playing
Just plain and easy sailing
Taking with us no pain, no sorrow
Taking a dream , a reality of another tomorrow
Its not really about the science of space
Or the expensive augmentation of someone's face
How low you can be does not impress, just brings more disgrace
It is about humanity, acceptance , philanthropy and the denial of the egotistical eccentric wealth endowed weapon of mass hysteria
So much more to be done
Under our great sun
Just to move from the past and into a bright future
No more a slave to this caveman computer, this system of social manipulation, just a free soul , with no strings to control
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
All my friends had given up
They'd taken the easy path
The one where straight A's are attainable
And sanity is sustainable
I moved my mouse in a different direction
From their perplexion, I knew
My complexion would never be the same
I knew that taking these courses
Would be no vacation
The certification was hard to achieve
Yet I got to the point where I wanted no more than to get down on my knees!
Plead guilty
For the crime
Of being in over my head.
I couldn't retain information
My mind was an augmentation
Of my imagination
A collection of mistakes,
Aches,
And earthquakes.
No more could I stand on still ground,
my knees shaking from your sound.
My heart pounding from
the inevitable loss of my innocence
which came derived from your
rejection.
My friends
the ones I held dear, my very own
Turned their face, shielded their eyes.
I was a damnation to everything they stood for!
For everything I tried to become
They became the opposite.
They fought their own, in the worst way possible
And I was left to battle my
impossible alone
Alone with the hours of homework,
And alone to face the very
housework we had built.
To see it crumble down before
my very eyes,
as I fumble to even close the windows to my soul,
as sleep is for the weak,
and I have too many bleak thoughts.
Far too many to ever be able to really dive deep
in this menacing society.
My school which shuts its doors at the very sight of me
And God who rains smog down
and it's not the year 2020, it's the whole future, past, and present.
It's our actions that will never be corrected
For we have had too many opportunities
And pennies for thoughts squandered into oblivion.
For maybe we should stop making
excuses,
and start accepting our fates.
For one day we are all destined to be gone,
yet isn't it odd,
that ignoring this,
that is how we survive?
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
I understand the force and energy. Quantum mechanics and relativity.My field is pure and they rely on me. I see the universe like nobody.
You may have made fun of me in high school, for being awkward and following the rules. Now I’ve got laser (WOW, That’s really cool). May the mass times acceleration be with you.
Atoms-Entropy-Dark Matter-String Theory.
If you want to feel a bond, then I can give you a good reaction. The elements that make up life. Are my essence, are my satisfaction.
All the other fields out there are so basic. Yeah, I’m the central science. Keep your eye on me, I’ll get you charged.
If you need me, call me up on Avogadro's Number. If you leave me, take a titrant, shove it up your acid buffer.
Dopamine and serotonin, will keep you good and happy. So get your flask and your glass all set up and begin to understand the world!
Within me you’ll find life’s beauty, in genetics and ecology. Symbiosis and not division, unless it’s mitosis or the study of fission.
Even if you don’t pass, at least you’ll enjoy my class!
Evolution, has brung us along. All species singing one song!
If you want to learn about the world I must say. I am the purest field of study you can take. Immune to misinterpretation, the blueprint of creation, the backbone of all things science.
No bias, just constant augmentation, in your mind, and observation. No gadgets, just your logic and your time.
And PIE.
Together we will find the answers to life! With physics-bio-chemistry-and math!
We can...SCIENCE!
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
We undergo change at every point, shifting slightly by inspirational trances. We know it comes at a cost but we have no doubt. You see, we've already died for this gift; a gift of self. A vision of truth, if only taken in portions. However, these parts come together the more you gather. In turn the more information you recall, the more sense things will make. The cost is life, but it is no competition of importance. The augmentation is well worth it considering the clarity bestowed.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
I see them walking
Holloweyed
Through the open ended questions
Of answers long denied
Pliant yet defiant
Inauspiciously claiming failures
As a placation to the future
Where we're all being lured
By obligation of invitation
Requiring servile adherance
To regimented augmentation
As we ponder our slow advance
Beyond perspicacious reasoning
Of all tried and untrue routes
Where war and pain Trump vision
When humanity is slain by vanity...
......as the future is subjected to the uncertainty ...
.......of all our failsafe doubts !!!
So......
I see us all falling
Blindly
Through the open ended questions
Of answers ....still being pushed aside
AND TOO LONG DENIED !!!!!!!!!
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
Those muttering men,
Those men who've wandered the
land lonely and weary.
They conglomerate in the crevices
of nighttime bars and ***** motels.
They wander the streets,
Alone.
The state of augmentation and reality,
Blurry desires, and houses that are never built.
Blank pages drift down deserted days of furloughs and death.
They stare into the mirror,
Look through the pages of the fallen,
And find Oedipus staring right back.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC