"cancelling" poems
Russia and America circle each other;
Threats nudge an act that were without doubt
A melting of the mould in the mother,
Stones melting about the root.
The quick of the earth burned out:
The toil of all our ages a loss
With leaf and insect. Yet flitting thought
(Not to be thought ridiculous)
Shies from the world-cancelling black
Of its playing shadow: it has learned
That there's no trusting (trusting to luck)
Dates when the world's due to be burned;
That the future's no calamitous change
But a malingering of now,
Histories, towns, faces that no
Malice or accident much derange.
And though bomb be matched against bomb,
Though all mankind wince out and nothing endure --
Earth gone in an instant flare --
Did a lesser death come
Onto the white hospital bed
Where one, numb beyond her last of sense,
Closed her eyes on the world's evidence
And into pillows sunk her head.
9.8k
This generation is the selfie nation,
Taking pictures of the dying, digitization,
This generation is the generic nation,
Cancelling history and subjects, Salvation,
This generation is the death nation,
Being overweight is healthy, becoming purgation,
This generation is the stronger nation,
Deeming everything offensive, becoming manipulation,
This generation is the hateful nation,
Hating the own agnations,
This gerenation is the end nation,
Pushing and pushing, damnation,
This generation is the promoting nation,
Gender Swap, *** paedophilia, pushing all these, Arbitration.
This genernation is the activism nation,
Save the Earth, making change that still damages the Earth, ruination.
This generation is the we won't do this nation,
Won't go to war to fight for others, pure negation,
This generation is the nation,
The eldery generation regrets fighting for their foundation,
This generation is the Anti-Homosexuality nation,
That still disowns there child for there sexuaility, Affirmation,
This generation who is fighting LGBTQ Rights Nation,
Hating those who refuse to date the same *** hating religion, so **** condamnation.
This generation scream Black Lives Matter Nation,
Reducing Police Brutality, improving lot more crimes, congratulation,
This generation fighting for women right nation,
Taking away male rights, instead of alterations and collaborations.
This generation is the older nation,
Bullying, lies and caring nation, Allocation,
This generation is the end nation,
Death filtration of the world's creation.
This generation buid this nation,
They have to learn to live with the cermation.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
It wasnt long before the baluster flapped somewhere in the distance and Icarus knew how old he had been on the day of his birth. For whatever reason, the snow capped cappuccinos he had willfully destroyed in a heated debate on fiscal policy had him beginning again. Why was there always a beginning where there was an end? Fur traders used to circumnavigate the Hudson's Bay of his humanity when he was young, sharing drinks and fire water whiskey like it was all an H2O ready for the soul search. Sadly, many ended up in Hitlers concentration camps weeks after the **** invasion of Poland, about a month or so before the fall of the Roman Empire. Beginning with a last breath, Icarus strode off the plank with a new-found confidence unnatural in his niceties of long past. It was as if 1 minute and 35 seconds was enough to dish a clamouring populace onto the dinner table before the fat step-father gleefully orders
everyone to 'dig in, everyone!'
Cancelling everyone's appointment with Dr. Pardon meant the gaining of a key participatory certificate in El Dorado, and the gold lingering in dusty sun-beams was sifted for the taking. Some got rich, the rest got miserable. The rest used to imagine the gold, staring at ivory towers and lottery tickets, apple cores lording over old public servant applications near the city hall drain pipes as the modern world collapsed into a flash-mob image of Ronald Reagan.
Icarus was a sliver of duskish light flittering a top distant windowsills, all cupped in an intentional light because happiness was as possible as sadness. Not that considering either would make you either.
Icarus slept as his wings incinerated at the first glimpse of the solar system. He now believed every single proverb the old ***** slumbers had whispered their children as they woke to find themselves adults.
In the beginning he found the beginning beginning again. It made him feel however you wish. Both were just as possible. Both were just as much a jazz configuration as a smooth and easy guitar rift.
Ahha!
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
So This... “ Cancel Culture “...
Now Seems To Be Structured...
To... RESTRICT Numbers...
And Now Be The CONDUCTOR... !!!
of What Folks Say And What Gets Played...
Via TV Or Stage And WHO Gets Paid...
As If THEY Are Some SPECIAL Class...
Who Know How Far Free Speech Should Go... !?!
But It Seems As Though They’re A Little LATE... !!!
Where EXACTLY Were They When The... KKK...
Used To ****** Slaves Just Because of Their Race... !!!
Oh, Because These Days,
Things Have REALLY Changed...
Are These People INSANE...
And NOT Using Their Brains... ?!?
Because We STILL Have SLAVES... !!!
And Heads Who CLEARLY Want To DICTATE...
Are They Cancelling THEM...
Or Doing What THEY SAY... !?!
Or Just Causing PROBLEMS...
Over Gender And Race... ?!?
Well Some It Now Seems...
Who’ve Made BIG MONEY... !!!
Are UNCOMFORTABLE With...
Them... CANCELLING... !!!
When It Comes To Free Speech...
And Indeed The Arts Because of Policies...
That Seem To STINK Like FARTS... !!!
Have They Cancelled BOMBS...
Or RACIST... Sitcoms...
Oh Yes NOW They Have... !!!
AFTER These Shows Have...
Made PLENTY of CASH...
And Been Shown Across Lands...
... INTERNATIONALLY... !!!
On TV’s AND Indeed BIG SCREENS... !!!
REPEATEDLY For The World To See...
So Where Have They Been... ?!?
BEFORE Gender Themes...
And... INEQUALITIES...
Became The Very Fabric of SOCIETIES... ?!?
Where APPARENTLY...
... EVERYBODY Was FREE...
To Be Who They Wanna Be...
Well That’s A FALLACY...
That’s NOT REALITY... !!!
Just Like PIPE DREAMS... !!!
Oh But SUDDENLY... !!!
These New CANCEL POLICE...
Are CANCELLING...
And Now DAMAGING... !!!
The Careers of Those...
Who WON’T Be Controlled... !!!
Like Those Who Speak...
What They Want... FREELY... !!!
So They Can CANCEL ME... !!!
Cos That’s How I NOW BE... !!!
NOT Some HUMAN SHEEP...
For Them To Shepherd And Keep...
In Some PENITENTIARY...
Just Because of Free Speech...
That DOESN’T Tread... “ Lightly “...
Cos’ I ALREADY KNOW...
How... CANCELLING Goes... !!!
Because It’s Really Not New...
It’s What Censors Do... !!!
But Here’s Some TRUTH...
To UPSET Their Crews... !!!
It’s One Rule For THEM...
But NOT The Same For You... !!!
If You’re NOT ONE...
Who’ll Keep Your Mouth SHUT...
To APPEASE These Teams...
Who Now Want TOTAL CONTROL... !!!
That’s Just The Way That The Story Now Goes...
NO Bambi Or THUMPER To Be Some Foot Drummer... !!!
Just A Breed of Vultures...
Now Willing To PUNCTURE...
Careers Like BAD Plumbers... !!!
Whose Force Has A Cause...
Now Trying To ENFORCE..
What Should Be Put ASUNDER...
This... TRULY RIDICULOUS... !!!
..... “ Cancel Culture “..... !!!
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
I give him love,
I do what he says,
But what do i get?
I get ditched !
Heart broken,
Beyond repair,
I wait for you all day,
All night,
Cancelling all my schedules,
But what do i get?
Not called,
Ignored !
You're ungrateful,
And thankless.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC
One hundred and something beats per minute,
A happy tune to keep me
with it
As I stare out of the bus window
In-ear phones cancelling out,
The ambient sounds
Of busy Cambridge City
Always enjoying the diversity
Finally seeing the love
On Victoria avenue,
I saw two little girls
Sat on a tree branch together
Dangling as it flexed,
Over Jesus green
Probably siblings
Maybe even friends
I felt their feelings
Even on this crowded journey
I long for forms of childhood
Carelessness and joy
I long for companionship
Brotherly and sisterly love
I long for happiness
Smiles and sunshine forever
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
I'm having a day off
I'm taking my time
I'm not carrying on carrying on
I'm having a day off
I'm taking it easy
I'm not even answering the phone
I'm taking a break from all rushing about
I'm pressing the pause button down
I'm staring aimlessly right out of my window
Apparently l'm out of town
I'm quietly being alone
I'm quietly being myself
I'm letting the others charge on with their stuff
I'm making myself feel at home
I'm boiling the kettle for endless tea
And preparing to do nothing at all
I'm waiting for quiet, then birdsong and then
I’ll listen to nothing some more
I'm taking a day off from everything
I'm cancelling all meetings today
I'm out of the office
And stuck in the bath
I will not be coming out to play
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Way back when, when I was a teen,
I missed the morning 7:17,
The train was cancelled again,
Nothing changed, missed connections, pain!
I read it the other day, okay?
Still cancelling the 7:17 each day!
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
What would you say if I took my own life?
Would you ignore me then like you ignore me now,
would you sit down and cry?
What would you do if you saw me lying on the bed.
Drenched in a pool of red sticky mess,
lying down where I had bled.
Would you come to a conclusion,
that you loved me like before.
Or would you turn around and walk on out,
because I mean nothing to you anymore.
Would you remember how my hands felt,
wrapped around your waist.
Would you remember how we'd hold each other,
always feeling safe.
And then would you think of how you left me,
to hurt all on my own.
Never sending a kind word my way,
never picking up your phone.
Would you regret cancelling plans,
or fighting on that one day.
Would you regret leaving everything unsaid,
would you have anything to say.
Would you kiss my cold forehead,
like I kissed yours once warm.
Would you feel like your whole world was crashing around you,
can you feel your heart being torn.
Would you realize that I loved you,
always putting you before.
Would you realize that you loved me too,
and wish you'd given more.
I think of all these scenarios that go on through my head.
The saddest part about it all is you wouldn't care if I were dead.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC
lately i give no loyalty to the cause of the quiet-cancelling of joy in the heart.
the world knows how many times i'll spit and curse on the bad things that made you cry.
what they were even wanting to say
is like belonging for the cowards
where laughter was always not home.
far out, they want. but i will not.
what i would always want is to be enlivened by the thought
of me being seen living with you all my life.
i am going to take what chance gives me today.
and that is to write this poem in the hot-cold mix of the moment.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 9:02 AM UTC
I have lived like this for a longtime now.
Brewing tea at four am's,
watching the duet of my heartbeat and the flickering blue flame in the darkness of my kitchen.
So many nights that turned into mornings at the blink of my rose lit eyes.
Sitting at the same spot on the couch, trying to look through the fishnet skies.
From tea to coffee to cigarettes to joints to big sips of whiskey-cola.
Running away from addictions, time to time.
Running away from places and people before they could form a thought about me.
I live in a prison that I create for myself. Cancelling plans, dodging phone calls and avoiding eye contact.
Getting drunk and making love to strangers that,
may or may not remember me.
Worrying.
Worrying about what the world has come to and what my country is doing wrong and about all the innocent people that suffer everyday.
I am worried about my education and the future.
Also, the life that I am creating for myself.
Worried about the dishes that I still haven't done,
the mess around me that is growing like wildfire
or the whole minute that I haven't blinked.
I have lived like this for a longtime. Paranoid.
Looking through the crack in the curtains and at lit windows in far away buildings.
At the dark patches in the sky where the stars aren't there.
Scared that the man in the television has looked into my eyes for too long and that the song playing is too relatable.
Too long have I been scared to now feel anything that is considered normal.
I have lived in my world of anxiety, irrational fears and slow dancing curtains for too long to smile, laugh and love and not be it just half hearted.
But there is still hope for me in,
Quiet midnight's of making tea and
The one who stares back at me,
through the fishnet skies.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
He said in blazing truth
" No Viet Cong Ever Called Me ******
yet in arrogance and hatred they cancelled him for years
for only them knows what's right
He said in just pious light he had a dream
"now is the time to make justice a reality
for all of God's children."
yet in ill wind and oppressive race hate they cancelled him for years
till finally they put a bullet in his head
He said solemnly amidst raging injustices
“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
yet for demanding what was rightly his they cancelled him
for twenty seven hellish years
All I said was
" We gave to you, we borrowed you money when in need
we never troubled or bothered you, yet you broke into our home
and stole our property then you demanded money with threats.
I will not pay a penny and I shall others about your thieving"
In race hate and grievous anger they have cancelled me
ruined my reputation, my career, my marriage and my health
They say this is their democracy
they say this is their justice, their revolution, their people power
For such people power cancelled the lives and future of millions
as they were herded on slave ships never to know homes again
And Economies, resources, treasures and territories were cancelled
out of legitimate owners
for CANCELLING is Might
and the cancellers are gods and goddesses who decides
what is right and what is wrong
I stay cancelled......
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 11:20 PM UTC
I sit here staring at this blank page,
Gathering my thoughts
Like drawing motionless water droplets together
On a glass pane until they flow as a single stream.
In the silence ensured by my noise cancelling headphones
I hear my heart manifest the thrill of a novel idea.
And I wonder why I avoid the word ‘heart’ in my poetry.
To me it is an ***** too base in its functions
To be declared the seat of emotions profound.
I may depose it from the seat of the feelings,
But not as an executor of their will.
For the effect is always more certain
Unless I want to lose myself in
The infinite regression to
The original
cause.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
Everything
Fades
Everything
Goes
Everything
Breaks
Everything
Blows
I take a look
Around
And find
Nothing standing
Zilch
Only till
My eyes catch
That little corner
That cozy little
Corner
With a rug –
A soft one, like the ones they used
In kindergarten
A blanket –
The downy ones
A pile of pillows –
Of all sizes
A charger socket –
To recharge my music player
A set of earphones –
Those noise cancelling ones
Complete with
A guitar
And a nice
Black
Piano
To hide
Everything
From sight
This safe
Little
Haven
Is the only thing
Left
Too bad
It’s
Imaginary
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
He told me that’s what love is,
That’s what it's all about.
Cancelling plans every night
Just to end up being left out.
Waiting for him to call back,
Crying all night while waiting.
Getting a call at “am”,
Being called over to get “it”.
After left broken in pieces,
Believing, still, that’s what it’s worth.
Being so hurt, yet so grateful
For feeling something at all.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
Terrorizing emotions
I sit here and think
Jumping to conclusions
Under the guise of feelings
Sent via worded phrases
Tormenting thoughts
Cancelling friendships once standing
Accruing indifferent reactions
Never once looking beyond the heart
Tempting angered responses
Severing all ties
Talking out of both sides of the mouth
Applying pressure to open wounds
Needless damage done
Dancing on fresh graves
Tethering hopes with razor wire
Harnessing putrid darkness
Escalating hidden fears
Haphazardly slinging arrows
Avoiding the real truth
Terrorizing emotions
Endlessly
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
Nothing happens and as long as I'm sedated nothing can go about it's way blissfully
I can't stand to live another day across from you
But you know where I am if you need a place to stay
I've mistaken my killer for my twin before
And the aftermath is me left alone to answer:
What else have I got to lose?
Dart your eyes to the floor and keep them
there when you see me passing.
I don't bask in your fear, don't misunderstand me, I want the best for you that much has never changed
nor will it ever
You just owe me as much to carry the burden of knowing me beyond skindeep head on lap fingers claw thru my hair cancelling out the noise nextroom and lets me think I could sleep if I wanted to,
Who'd you think you are to tell others I was never grateful?
My grace is all I've had for a while and that's what's been the matter
With or without you there to add and take away from me in that state
or parading as some other,
We both did it it's only human infact when we stopped imitating it was only right for us to fall apart
You take my silence as anger and consider yourself victorious
Baby I know you as well as you know me
We'd still be best of friends if you'd kept your shoes on,we both know that; but how can you expect forgiveness and for me to be thankful for you
Saying you forgive me
I'd be less stunned if you slapped me baby
I figured you out long before we gave up speaking then became you in your absence just to impersonate your company
Is that not a white flag being swayed by a dying captain?
Shame shame shame cast for all nearby spirits to observe and laugh at
if they so pleased
I bite my teeth and stomp my feet but nothing ever changes
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 10:03 PM UTC
hey Mo I ain't ever seen you
looking so
low
why oh why are you
looking so
low
I really reallly
want to
know
well the reason why I'm
looking so
low
is cause I've been
cancelled
bro
my act didn't well please
the ones afflicted with that
cancel culture disease
cancelled for good
cancelled for life
cancelled like a six
p.m. flight
hey Mo you can't get around
looking so
flat
you just got to get off that
cancelling
mat
don't let that cancelling
get you
down
cause I don't like looking
at your downcast
frown
yeah a smile is the
thing I must
wear
that'll show them
that I don't
care
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 1:51 AM UTC
Few things
Alter brain chemistry and thought patterns
In such a positive way
As a well timed song
Played through noise cancelling headphones
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
Let me drown with codes
Like it's the only language I know
Colorful paragraphs
Tab within a tab
Let me drown with installation windows
Full of "Next" buttons
To click
And wait
Let me drown with email, online and phone supports
Along with "How can one person be so stupid?" questions
And curses to bossy clients
With evil wishes of their servers' deaths
Let me drown with corny jokes
Thrown to friends to make them laugh more
Pretending that there's nothing wrong
'Cause I'm the joker - I'm the clown
Let me drown with songs
From a noise-cancelling earphone
Full of memories
Of where I want to be
Let me drown with poem ideas
Unwritten words so vast
Crowded in the back of my head
Shouting when everything around me is silent
Let me drown with other things
So that I do not drown
With my own tears
Because, now, you're gone
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
The nightmare is over,
yet, it replays in my mind.
Over and over it terrorizes me
The playbacks send me blind.
I can see the eyes
beneath the tightened brows
and I try to forget it
as much as my memory allows
The fierce green sea
will be my demise
and it is locked in my vision
of your evil eyes
Stop this anarchy
I need some sort of relief
It's been too long now
as I daydream in disbelief
I never think of you
and still your shadows arise
the memories of your ruthless actions
the horror of your evil eyes
Cancelling my tie to you
was my decision to let me live
The abuse you delivered
I will not ever forgive
It stained my skin
and bruised my soul
and although it faded,
it had already taken its toll
Angels brought me back
they saw through your disguise
To everyone else you're innocent
But we've seen your evil eyes
Sick of suffering
wont you fade away now
I could forget the pain
if someone showed me how
Success will come one day
and its then you will realize
Ive never been your prisoner
you are your own.. through your evil eyes
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 1:21 PM UTC
Somebody went and dropped a house on us
Put fools into office to make us cuss.
Made all the rest of us feel hit by a bus.
Oh, no, we’re going to cry.
Some lazy people didn’t try to help,
Millions of us not quite as smart as kelp!
Now it is done, they don't hear us yelp.
Oh, no, we just might die.
Rumble, boogie
Boogie woogie oogie
People are running things that cannot read
Don’t have the background or wit they need
Letting our national resources go to seed
A scary bunch of good-for-nothings high on greed.
Oh, yes, we’re all a mess.
Cancelling the programs that helped the sick
******* public money like a ****** tick.
Hiring ****** lawyers for their ***** tricks.
Oh, no, it just began.
Rumble, boogie
They gave us a noogie.
Playing ugly war games on friend and foe
Not a single clue about where this may go.
Robbing Social Security as if we’d never know.
Oh, yes, they are the worst.
Trying to change the laws so we all fail
If we protest they want us all in jail.
Keep us so broke we can’t make the bail,
Unless we rise and stop them first.
Rumble, boogie
They gave us a noogie.
We could have voted last year to stop this crap
Now, good or bad we’ve fallen in their a trap.
Meanwhile the fat cats keep ****** in their lap.
We need to jail them for a very long nap.
Rumble, boogie
Boogie woogie oogie
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
The coronavirus is striking down the whole world in stopping a lot of activities and the coronavirus is caused by a kidnapping spirit named trapper who had me back in the 80s
And what is happening is trapper is trying to destroy the world with this virus by cancelling all the fun stuff like sporting events and parades and theme parks by making people worry about getting sick
This year we might not see very much footy or other sports and trapper is YELLING out heh heh heh heh heh
I have the sports crowd and the families trapped and that is why they call him trapper, back in the 80s he used to tie me up to my bed and on the streets but he is more experienced this time
He caused the coronavirus to make people not want to get sick so much they panic buy and cause fights in shopping centres and keeping good family men away from their families
And making the community hard to be a part of, trapper is yelling out
**** THE WORLD he doesn’t care about the world he wants to see people worry and get into really bad fist fights over silly little things
I say that if they cancel everything people will want to be dead because the world isn’t worth living in but trapper goes heh heh heh I have the world in a trap that they will never escape from
Trapper is looking over every country saying look what I am doing and people could pray all they want but the authorities will not change their minds, trapper has the world in a trap
Because people are coughing on other people and doing other bad stuff which makes trapper laugh really weirdly yes this world is doomed nobody will be saved from this and I will take the world of what people liked about this earth
Trapper says to the world
Trap the sports fans
Trap the fun
Trap the television studios
Trap the concert goers
Trap the people who love theme parks
Trap the people who love the beach
Trap the army diggers
Trap the movie stars
Trap the Buddhists
Trap the Christians
Trap the tv stars
Trap the native people
Trap the shy people
Trap everyone with this coronavirus
And never let them have fun again
And trapper left saying nobody will ever be free from my trap and if they try and have fun they will be arrested by police
Yes dudes trapper is real
People laughed at me in the past about what I say trapper does but they aren’t laughing now
Everybody is angry thanks to trapper
Heh heh heh heh heh says trapper
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
What a stupid person
Incredibly stupid
30 years
Of no work
Of doing nothing
A complete and total
Psych job
Idiot
Idiot
Didn't do the dishes again
Idiot
Homemaker
Who can't keep home
What a pathetic waste
Of a human life
I won't be here for the holidays
Haha
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC