"cueing" poems - Hello Poetry

The slot machines remove my cash with Dyson like precision The operation's painless There isn't even an incision It's gone as soon as I sit down For that is just their mission I lose as soon as I sit down I made a bad decision The table games are even worse Distractions everywhere Table dancers walk and dance But most folks do not care In shorty shorts and thigh high boots They flick and fling their hair And we sit losing wads of cash As though we do not care The strip itself is free to walk It's a breaking even quest Unless you take the monorail Then you get put to the test Long walks between casinos Through the homeless where they nest Once you walk to where you're going You need to sit down for a rest The walkways littered with lost souls Our society's open sores selling water for a dollar blocking all the hotel doors tourists cueing up to see shell and ball games by the score We walk by glancing down on them For we are Vegas ****** A city based on excess Where the winner is not you There are some that leave with money But, in truth....there's very few The derelict and drunkards beg for change the whole day through and their dogs beg from the beggars It never changes....nothing's new.

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Oct 25, 2012

Oct 25, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC

roger-turner

Vegas

The slot machines remove my cash with Dyson like precision The operation's painless There isn't even an incision It's gone as soon as I sit down For that is just their mission I lose as soon as I sit down I made a bad decision The table games are even worse Distractions everywhere Table dancers walk and dance But most folks do not care In shorty shorts and thigh high boots They flick and fling their hair And we sit losing wads of cash As though we do not care The strip itself is free to walk It's a breaking even quest Unless you take the monorail Then you get put to the test Long walks between casinos Through the homeless where they nest Once you walk to where you're going You need to sit down for a rest The walkways littered with lost souls Our society's open sores selling water for a dollar blocking all the hotel doors tourists cueing up to see shell and ball games by the score We walk by glancing down on them For we are Vegas ****** A city based on excess Where the winner is not you There are some that leave with money But, in truth....there's very few The derelict and drunkards beg for change the whole day through and their dogs beg from the beggars It never changes....nothing's new.

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IV Pizzicato pianissimo its sound gestured into resonance a slight plosive of winds sustained Arco – a lament in falling thirds whispering towards an upward leap and a hold crescendo decrescendo Imagine his imagining in nature’s realm (that patient catalyst for the solitary maker’s mind) now guarding here its assembly in a sounding out Adagio – in a three-fold telling A measured preliminary to the music’s soon-to-dance theme before rising scales and emphatic chords – Allegro Vivace V Words on the rise bricks on the going then in the hall on the wall A poem you simply have to read so crouch close to the Suffolk brick don’t mind those descending shoes The verse is laced with words of sound breaker march cry rumble clap cueing memory into remembrance And why why here where formal musicking lives and rules are we noised down steps by a boiling kettle? VI As the water holds its breath so a dense cloudscape forms and floats Inverted mirrored wholly still it replaces the water with horizonless sky and extended reflections of grass But as water exhales clouds coalesce a right perspective restores

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Dec 31, 2012

Dec 31, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC

nigel-morgan

Remembering Britten (part 2)

IV Pizzicato pianissimo its sound gestured into resonance a slight plosive of winds sustained Arco – a lament in falling thirds whispering towards an upward leap and a hold crescendo decrescendo Imagine his imagining in nature’s realm (that patient catalyst for the solitary maker’s mind) now guarding here its assembly in a sounding out Adagio – in a three-fold telling A measured preliminary to the music’s soon-to-dance theme before rising scales and emphatic chords – Allegro Vivace V Words on the rise bricks on the going then in the hall on the wall A poem you simply have to read so crouch close to the Suffolk brick don’t mind those descending shoes The verse is laced with words of sound breaker march cry rumble clap cueing memory into remembrance And why why here where formal musicking lives and rules are we noised down steps by a boiling kettle? VI As the water holds its breath so a dense cloudscape forms and floats Inverted mirrored wholly still it replaces the water with horizonless sky and extended reflections of grass But as water exhales clouds coalesce a right perspective restores

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Retaining my feelings and personal streamlight can be synonymous with a record player start-stop, and cueing for movement but never repeat "repeat". I could not necessarily afford to retreat into a misplaced time zone and face yesterdays despondent pitch.

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Jan 18, 2014

Jan 18, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC

Antony_Glaser

My Vinyl time out

Retaining my feelings and personal streamlight can be synonymous with a record player start-stop, and cueing for movement but never repeat "repeat". I could not necessarily afford to retreat into a misplaced time zone and face yesterdays despondent pitch.

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skirts rustle across the floor whispers of movement and conversation, the conversations! voices fill the room to the rafters brimming with that peculiar sound (and the occasional snubbed toe) while in the background, unnoticed save as the source of everything fists raised for the next passage black and brown in synchronized movement the body drones, chucks falling in heartbeats but the mechanics do not worry him while his background hums in boredom he is thinking about the prince in common time stately marching fanfare with a tinge of melancholy so vivid in his eyes the picture so vivid as if he was marching in that very room destined to marry the girl arranged by his well meaning parents pretty enough but... that other girl catches his eye his heartbeat his passion how does he choose? here come the boom chuck chucks that elusive three four cueing waltzes with each and both whirling around the floor a reflection of reality… but this is their reality how, can he choose? but in the end, it’s his duty that calls him his duty calls in this big bright burning yellow room no happily ever after for this fairytale prince

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Feb 19, 2010

Feb 19, 2010 at 10:44 AM UTC

angela-zhang

once upon a time

skirts rustle across the floor whispers of movement and conversation, the conversations! voices fill the room to the rafters brimming with that peculiar sound (and the occasional snubbed toe) while in the background, unnoticed save as the source of everything fists raised for the next passage black and brown in synchronized movement the body drones, chucks falling in heartbeats but the mechanics do not worry him while his background hums in boredom he is thinking about the prince in common time stately marching fanfare with a tinge of melancholy so vivid in his eyes the picture so vivid as if he was marching in that very room destined to marry the girl arranged by his well meaning parents pretty enough but... that other girl catches his eye his heartbeat his passion how does he choose? here come the boom chuck chucks that elusive three four cueing waltzes with each and both whirling around the floor a reflection of reality… but this is their reality how, can he choose? but in the end, it’s his duty that calls him his duty calls in this big bright burning yellow room no happily ever after for this fairytale prince

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You were always there to help me through things, even thou there were the obvious times when it looked too be me just helping you throughout...EVERYTHING! Except that's never been quite truthful, since our very "inception" towards one another! I could honestly say there is not a time that goes by, where you aren't there to brighten up my day when reaching out with your greeting that raises my hopes even further in life! Showing that my heart glows for the very "special" friendship that we have together! As yours leaks while softly weeping tears of joy at the very prospect of your own independent individuality becoming (all the more "tempting") when confronting yourself toward me more and more as we both "shake a leg" when our very progress seems too quicken with each step of confrontation! Which is only limited by the access that we claim within each other's very hearts! It is truly "limitless"! Only when the "there and after"... Becomes the full set at which is easier for us too pronounce in one another. Giving a raise in our compatibility together as if by a mere simulation sparks trade between our ever-increasingly lingering emotions! Where the thing that merely activated this very "simulation for compatibility"... Was a cueing announcements called "information"! Our information is both a "heart of gold", because it's made to be entirely there...afterwards! (Remaining forevermore...if not "indefinitely"!) Whatever happens afterwards, will truly test our defining features as whatever we shape our mere simulation for compatibility into the next inception toward one another! PS... It doesn't matter whatever happens to each one of us (from here on out)! Since wherever we are within some type of "unreachable scenario"... Will know the title of this very passage towards one another.... The "there and after"... Is not something you can just claim. But for the desire between our two compatibilities too simulate a greater passage of information when our very identities become one within the desire to bear a stronger resemblance towards each other's "glowing and leaking" hearts!

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Aug 8, 2020

Aug 8, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC

simon-7

There and after...

You were always there to help me through things, even thou there were the obvious times when it looked too be me just helping you throughout...EVERYTHING! Except that's never been quite truthful, since our very "inception" towards one another! I could honestly say there is not a time that goes by, where you aren't there to brighten up my day when reaching out with your greeting that raises my hopes even further in life! Showing that my heart glows for the very "special" friendship that we have together! As yours leaks while softly weeping tears of joy at the very prospect of your own independent individuality becoming (all the more "tempting") when confronting yourself toward me more and more as we both "shake a leg" when our very progress seems too quicken with each step of confrontation! Which is only limited by the access that we claim within each other's very hearts! It is truly "limitless"! Only when the "there and after"... Becomes the full set at which is easier for us too pronounce in one another. Giving a raise in our compatibility together as if by a mere simulation sparks trade between our ever-increasingly lingering emotions! Where the thing that merely activated this very "simulation for compatibility"... Was a cueing announcements called "information"! Our information is both a "heart of gold", because it's made to be entirely there...afterwards! (Remaining forevermore...if not "indefinitely"!) Whatever happens afterwards, will truly test our defining features as whatever we shape our mere simulation for compatibility into the next inception toward one another! PS... It doesn't matter whatever happens to each one of us (from here on out)! Since wherever we are within some type of "unreachable scenario"... Will know the title of this very passage towards one another.... The "there and after"... Is not something you can just claim. But for the desire between our two compatibilities too simulate a greater passage of information when our very identities become one within the desire to bear a stronger resemblance towards each other's "glowing and leaking" hearts!

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Brings up the hole in my dreams, white dressed mannequin overlaid with sequins, her dress form baring my hide, skinny legs in skinny jeans, faced with her blue eyes. This constant storm of thick regret, plays aching words through my stiffened threads. I am startled by the tinge of when he picks at my strings, his fingers cueing up my grief, I'm transfixed by such staunch memories. From this September thru December all that is anxious wrecks this time, blending stages of unconsciousness with the right to bide these rhythmic tidings outlined by the rigor of her whines. Bent by the rocking of the sea and the buried screams beneath, herein these mouths are tanned from where these voices once laid command. Subtly superior, yet haunting in its serenity and clause, the metal stretched across her jaw, and while the dove is drugged, she cannot bestow her love, she is betrayed thru the very lens that halted life's immenseness and intent. Draped in her hospital gown, even her crown forgone, her gurney replaced her throne, no more royalty will she ever know. Soma sudor, spit begrimed at ends, tiffs being had with friends, he takes away the organs, sends me back to consciousness with the bends. Every lock of hair I wanted, every piece of night I held, all my organs have been dismembered, all the luck I had is lost. In the corner of my iris there's a prime instance of despair, something left on a scrap of paper, though I could swear it looked like underwear. When the locusts fill this mind with every cadence indisposed, then they flourish on my body, leaving once they've eaten off my clothes. Hours were my pajamas, where I slept once, now I lie. I'm the afterthought of courage, even in this heady nausea I once found sublime. Here this corpse doesn't leave a shadow, missing time where love bid supine. Even the wind it curdles in me, where no heart beats from this life. With a child inside this bullet, art existed on her face, twice it eradicated lying, but not the ****** debt betrayed. Simple sin on the interstices, connected by the dots where pleasure writhes. All my hands are covered by this fever, where my mind has gone to die.

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Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

martin-narrod

The Chaperone

Brings up the hole in my dreams, white dressed mannequin overlaid with sequins, her dress form baring my hide, skinny legs in skinny jeans, faced with her blue eyes. This constant storm of thick regret, plays aching words through my stiffened threads. I am startled by the tinge of when he picks at my strings, his fingers cueing up my grief, I'm transfixed by such staunch memories. From this September thru December all that is anxious wrecks this time, blending stages of unconsciousness with the right to bide these rhythmic tidings outlined by the rigor of her whines. Bent by the rocking of the sea and the buried screams beneath, herein these mouths are tanned from where these voices once laid command. Subtly superior, yet haunting in its serenity and clause, the metal stretched across her jaw, and while the dove is drugged, she cannot bestow her love, she is betrayed thru the very lens that halted life's immenseness and intent. Draped in her hospital gown, even her crown forgone, her gurney replaced her throne, no more royalty will she ever know. Soma sudor, spit begrimed at ends, tiffs being had with friends, he takes away the organs, sends me back to consciousness with the bends. Every lock of hair I wanted, every piece of night I held, all my organs have been dismembered, all the luck I had is lost. In the corner of my iris there's a prime instance of despair, something left on a scrap of paper, though I could swear it looked like underwear. When the locusts fill this mind with every cadence indisposed, then they flourish on my body, leaving once they've eaten off my clothes. Hours were my pajamas, where I slept once, now I lie. I'm the afterthought of courage, even in this heady nausea I once found sublime. Here this corpse doesn't leave a shadow, missing time where love bid supine. Even the wind it curdles in me, where no heart beats from this life. With a child inside this bullet, art existed on her face, twice it eradicated lying, but not the ****** debt betrayed. Simple sin on the interstices, connected by the dots where pleasure writhes. All my hands are covered by this fever, where my mind has gone to die.

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I'm addicted to my favourite non-existent recreational drug, cueing in; compulsive lying. The additional side effects to my mind, soul and heart, ain't as bad as I thought. When I'm being questioned about my troubling mental health, I lied straight through my teeth, that nothing could **** me, yet I wanted to **** myself the exact same hour. I once lied to a friend that, I will stay by her side but in actuality, I didn't even want to stay in this world But the biggest lie that ever happened is by telling myself that I will soon be alright, and lying is my only coping mechanism I think. You know what I love about this addiction, is that it's a distraction from the real harm, which is self-actualisation, of my ailing self.

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Dec 14, 2017

Dec 14, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC

solluna

Addiction: Compulsive Lying

I'm addicted to my favourite non-existent recreational drug, cueing in; compulsive lying. The additional side effects to my mind, soul and heart, ain't as bad as I thought. When I'm being questioned about my troubling mental health, I lied straight through my teeth, that nothing could **** me, yet I wanted to **** myself the exact same hour. I once lied to a friend that, I will stay by her side but in actuality, I didn't even want to stay in this world But the biggest lie that ever happened is by telling myself that I will soon be alright, and lying is my only coping mechanism I think. You know what I love about this addiction, is that it's a distraction from the real harm, which is self-actualisation, of my ailing self.

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I was cueing for a bus today I had not the right money and needed too stay, A man gave me 50p so I could be on my way A act of kindness goes along way A simple act of kindness that blew me away x thankyou too the man that day his name is Peter who helped me stay x

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Jan 30, 2018

Jan 30, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC

Flash42

A act of kindness.

I was cueing for a bus today I had not the right money and needed too stay, A man gave me 50p so I could be on my way A act of kindness goes along way A simple act of kindness that blew me away x thankyou too the man that day his name is Peter who helped me stay x

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Catherine sat across a smooth pavement Holding a cigarette to her face Her skin shone gracefully as the sun Bathed her to a perfect taste Glossy lips and pointy ******* Yellow unbuttoned blouse and dimples Vintage clothing embroidered with red flowers Cigarettes lit raging smokes into corners Shamelessly winking at gentlemenm of all ages Youthful exuberance blown to heightened stages Energetic elegance with effervescent emotions A woman seductively cueing for commotions

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Dec 19, 2017

Dec 19, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC

Flwrisland

Cigarette Seductions

Catherine sat across a smooth pavement Holding a cigarette to her face Her skin shone gracefully as the sun Bathed her to a perfect taste Glossy lips and pointy ******* Yellow unbuttoned blouse and dimples Vintage clothing embroidered with red flowers Cigarettes lit raging smokes into corners Shamelessly winking at gentlemenm of all ages Youthful exuberance blown to heightened stages Energetic elegance with effervescent emotions A woman seductively cueing for commotions

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Manic energy Heads ******* banging Aggressive freedom of the senses Happiness plus hatred liberation of this pent up energy Double kick bass loudly, sound breaking Fast paced high squealing notes Stop. Down breaks the hellish tempo It’s time to smash faces, Break bones in many places A circular ritual of anger and sweat. A trotting stampede of mindless freaks All of them a ball of feelings hard like bricks Surprise! Concussion blast Downed metal head comrade Near a ****** foldable chair Bleeding through his brain dome Coughing asking for a still memento of himself Music halts and dust settles. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Next title cueing Freaks all cheering Smells like **** blood and sweat drippings Feedback through the amps. wall of death opens briskly all hell breaks loose Feral eyes moving quickly Our Viking hearts Fight for dignity Or die honorably valkiries above the mosh pit and a glimpse of Odin Hammer smashed face. club swung to my back Whiplash. I woke up in my backyard. Sore back, ribs broken And a beer in my hand. Hell of a night man

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May 5, 2017

May 5, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC

espaic09

mosh

Manic energy Heads ******* banging Aggressive freedom of the senses Happiness plus hatred liberation of this pent up energy Double kick bass loudly, sound breaking Fast paced high squealing notes Stop. Down breaks the hellish tempo It’s time to smash faces, Break bones in many places A circular ritual of anger and sweat. A trotting stampede of mindless freaks All of them a ball of feelings hard like bricks Surprise! Concussion blast Downed metal head comrade Near a ****** foldable chair Bleeding through his brain dome Coughing asking for a still memento of himself Music halts and dust settles. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro Next title cueing Freaks all cheering Smells like **** blood and sweat drippings Feedback through the amps. wall of death opens briskly all hell breaks loose Feral eyes moving quickly Our Viking hearts Fight for dignity Or die honorably valkiries above the mosh pit and a glimpse of Odin Hammer smashed face. club swung to my back Whiplash. I woke up in my backyard. Sore back, ribs broken And a beer in my hand. Hell of a night man

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If you see my mind It's like counting grains of sand On the beach Never been a leech This for the real peeps Who see the struggle And nope you don't have to Look through a Hubble To see society's bubble Troubles Up ahead **** what trump said Sound the trumpets Angels cueing the sound To let those know All around we going in the ground Its like that y'all We on the verge of a permanent downfall stand tall With my nuts agains the wall Man I feel like Lennon Martin Malcolm and Kennedy All wrapped into one Can't embrace unity Cuz it's so much corruption in society They hate me .cuz I speak on truths Not feeling My mindpeeling Heads like potatoes From Idaho scratch that though I'm just diggin ya mind Like archeologist did to them Egyptian temples Puttin out fake stories To make it fit there agenda Its all about propaganda Sellin' lies and the civilians still buys That ******** but wake up We ain't got time for settlements No sentiments for the soldiers sent Overseas for rich oil company's My minds at a breeze .but it don't blow me down slow me down And ill still get around Ya like a circle nerdy as Urkel Real with these poems I spit Made for ya to think and **** **** the struggle we risin- Revolutions won't be televised Just realize real eyes Will seeee

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Jun 4, 2017

Jun 4, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

My Mind

If you see my mind It's like counting grains of sand On the beach Never been a leech This for the real peeps Who see the struggle And nope you don't have to Look through a Hubble To see society's bubble Troubles Up ahead **** what trump said Sound the trumpets Angels cueing the sound To let those know All around we going in the ground Its like that y'all We on the verge of a permanent downfall stand tall With my nuts agains the wall Man I feel like Lennon Martin Malcolm and Kennedy All wrapped into one Can't embrace unity Cuz it's so much corruption in society They hate me .cuz I speak on truths Not feeling My mindpeeling Heads like potatoes From Idaho scratch that though I'm just diggin ya mind Like archeologist did to them Egyptian temples Puttin out fake stories To make it fit there agenda Its all about propaganda Sellin' lies and the civilians still buys That ******** but wake up We ain't got time for settlements No sentiments for the soldiers sent Overseas for rich oil company's My minds at a breeze .but it don't blow me down slow me down And ill still get around Ya like a circle nerdy as Urkel Real with these poems I spit Made for ya to think and **** **** the struggle we risin- Revolutions won't be televised Just realize real eyes Will seeee

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