"developments" poems
The original photograph
Daguerre type
ebbing away as though in water,
memories filed like potassium deposits
duotoned as droplets of likeness
a prophecy of developments awaits
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
Rain falls on the windscreen
in shades of grey brown and fogged-up blue,
car become boat in the rain-clogged road
floating away like in a Monet,
into the evening mess.
Frayed nerves, rules break, as dangers lurk.
The wiper slow tells its tale own.
Irrelevant discourse, irreverent songs,
the FM trend for DJ fame.
And we have two 'rivers' in our city,
swelling in refuse, bolstered by the rain;
And we have two beaches in our city,
soak in the surf, if you can ignore the rubble;
And we have many parks in our city
where litter garlands our heroes daily;
The last patch of green, cramped between
rising heights all around, accursed of
dump and construction junk,
steals a dying look at the moon late.
A walk in the woods, by the mist, by late evening.
A stroll, warm, through a field covered in snow.
Nice paintings on my concrete wall.
I'm told, the money plant is good for one's health.
Trees, a luxury for our wealth.
These are all good developments.
Hyper malls round the corner.
Home prices, soaring to Kepler.
Please pour in more investment into my country.
Guaranteed, riches grow in multiplication.
The markets are all about manipulation.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Overdevelopment in Bali
The Farmers lose valuable water
For use in the hotels
The mushrooming developments have clogged irrigation channels
To rice fields inland,
Often driving them up and driving up the cost of tending the land
The shrinking amount of land available
Has threatened Bali's self-sufficiency in rice
Tourism benefits the economy
But the environment should also be respected
A String of letters
The Height of a man stand in the middle of a lush padi field
They spell, "Not for sale,"
Gede Agus says the words
Are meant to scare off investors
This is his land
He inherited from his ancestors
Development must be halted
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
THE LAST BREADTH OF EARTH
What a human race,
That destroys its own living place,
Looking just for a minute comfort,
They flew the Earth to distress,
They cut the trees which are like its lifeline,
They still use the plastic which is leading it to death time,
They still increase the population which leads water to dry,
They still waste the water which causes many farmers to die,
They try to find new planet to live,
But they don't think to save Earth from being killed,
They don't try to stop nuclear experiments,
But they only try to do sustainable developments,
They increase the global warming like population,
Even they blamed nature and god for its increasing destruction,
They killed all the humanity of them,
They only worked to earn name and fame,
Their activities started destroying mankind,
Then some people kneked that they are destroying human kind,
Even they are the most intelligent animals,
They behaved like dull animals,
Humans behaved like most greedy animals,
They behaved like each others pradetor,
Love for others died in humans,
Desire to help others is being rear to hear,
They gave a new birth to distruction,
Then the nature started to make destruction,
Water crisis were only starring,
Then an Earthquake came to give a notice,
Other scenes are in front of humans,
If they won't stop then nature will show a big misbehavior,
This is the time to refresh the Earth,
This is the time to save the Earth. Written by : SHASHANK KARN
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Muscles clench like knots on rope
prior to any wintry water droplets
dripping on my scarecrow frame.
There's a moment of cautious pause,
my mind waivers the rest of me--
uncomfortable with the atypical developments
insisting through western culture's handbook
bathing is meant to be relaxing.
I agree.
So after a thoughtful inhale
we dive in.
oo!
The siberian shock of the frigid liquid landing
on warm, pale-rose flesh
slowly erodes with an exhale...
My mercurial movements
and conscious unravelling of the constricting sinews
offer a peppermint bliss-like salvation!
The chill fades,
water wanders down,
allowing my body to interact with the clear solution,
allowing myself to be and breathe with each cold moment
of wide-eyed cool-headed serenity.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Helicopter blades chop through arid air
sirens fill space off in the distance.
Somewhere, someone still believes
the promise of prosperity
the American dream
but not much really lives in Lost Angeles
**** roaches and coyotes.
Police spotlights eye-ing up dilapidated
housing developments like a ***** show.
Cops driving slow on streets
that form lines like dope trails
like they're looking for crack
on skid row
or *****
on Hollywood Boulevard
or someone to talk to
on the last train to Union Station.
Helicopter blades chop through arid air
sirens fill space off in the distance.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
the
boonies
where you are
in the outback, and
the middle of nowhere, but
y'all like callin' it "God's Country"
because it's a place which is tended by God
where businessmen have yet to overrun and ravage
to fell forests,and clear acres of land for cozy developments
and it's a place where you are dangerously closer
to the wild elements and are self-reliant
comfortably near to the natural
free of the 'pressures' who
could encroach upon
your space and
freedoms
wow
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
the world today truly has become
the global village once predicted
by McLuhan 50 years ago
it took three decades longer
than he had thought
but now we have
all real time developments at our fingertips
Trump talks to Putin and Duterte & cetera
and we know about it
right afterward thanks to his tweets
that land on our mobile phones
suicide bombs exploding
in Damascus Baghdad Gamboru Kabul
hit us on our social media right away
so does the news about a bus
that fell into a gorge
all 65 passengers killed
somewhere on the globe
or of the cat caught in a sewer pipe
rescued by these brave firemen
little of all of that
adds to our understanding of the universe
or might be relevant to our lives
a bit more positive reporting is in order
at best served as sensational
as the bad news
that keeps us occupied
yet more important for our daily lives
than all this hype about
the danger and the devastation that
possibly
or not
may happen if
soandso does suchandsuch
at times I contemplate
if it is better to be out of touch
and not to care about the news
so very much
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
my eye lids are heavier
than canvas shopping bags
after a particular gratitious shop
(fret not, i bought your biscuits)
and my heart is full of jangly
indie twee pop with a stomping bassline
that makes me want to dance with
tears in my eyes at times,
happy ones,
the kind that makes old(er) people in
old or stereotypical things proclaim
'turn off that infernal racket'
'what is that god awful noise'
etcetera but less circuituously
look at me world, i'm happy
look at this ******* smile
look at it
look at my yellowed teeth and tell me that i'm not a woman
look at my hair and tell me that i wasn't born with it
look at my face and pretend you've never seen anything so confusing
wait the last one didn't work did it
let me try again
give me the key to the city and i'll give you the key to my heart
okay the last one was a lie but
you get or can hopefully at least begin to grasp the point,
I can recommend some secondary reading if you're interested in reading around the topic.
but yes, where was i?
ah yes,
i'm on the crest of a sugar high
and i think i can see my house from here
i can see the ruins and the new developments going up
and from up here, as always,
everything is pretty ******* beautiful
there's so little air
no wait
another lie, sorry,
there's empty space with nothing in it
not even gas particles
only me and my feelings and
so little room to move in this tiny car
but i'm safe and i'm well
and i'm strapped in tight
and i can see my house from here.
honestly, it's that one right there.
i can see myself at the window,
eating a bagel with margarine
and wondering how the hell
I ever got so high off the ground.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
Today, the world begins
with money, power and fame
to name a few of man's sins.
A world where there's glory
in defeat of another,
no heroes in this story,
only thoughts that will bother.
Nations lay scattered,
with ideas galore
Unity never mattered
as weapons do more.
A miniscule part
of the 7 billion on Earth
have surrendered to peace
a life of sweet mirth
Their ideas are woven
around their family and friends
to provide for their own
to bring simple happiness.
Where is the balance
for the greed and need
how do we decide
which path is to succeed?
Protests and news
developments in technology,
a plethora of new views
leaves me in a bed of perplexity.
A world with no pain
a sea of merry souls
will it be of any gain
to our insatiabe goals?
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
At one time I was the oldest and you the youngest
I long for those lost days, days of innocence
I am still the oldest but now I am waiting on you
Giving your body over to a bad real estate deal
The tattoos on your arms cannot conceal the tacky
Tract Housing or
The New Developments
I know it's hard
I know you will fail
More than once
Many contracts have expired but the offer
Is still on the table
The more you put in
The less of you is left
I know it is hard
and I am here
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
I don't eat no beef
No **** no lamb no swine
Only on the verdurous etch
Doest I within my thine I dine
I don't eat Jellie and sauces slick with ill
Confounded with animal ****
Nor powders and honeys dripping and grime
Spent with the wretch of genocide's time
I don't hunt for game or trophy ****
I don't glorify **** or bile or swill
I don't bow to the customs and conventions of now
Now matter what serve of the demonic a sow
I don't **** my brother or sister for food
It's not blood on my hands that's reddened and hued
So why take the life of an innocent babe?
An animal born here of terrestrial habe?
What for the taste of delicious a flesh?
To accompany sauce Cantonese wan szech?
Or is it to sate gastronomy?
That bloodies the hands of you and me?
That forces the carnivore?
To act the ****** *****
And ***** an animal innocent and bright
Is this self deified act requite?
What do you proclaim to be?
To ****** an animal's right to be?
A god with insight and power so great?
To forsake your right to heaven with hate?
Or a devil or demon anon?
To justify your sleepy murderous throng?
Or merely a human who follows the lead?
Of our common culture's bane banal creed?
So what is it that drives you to the deed exact?
To cut the throat of creatures in act?
Are you saying that murders ok?
And you'd enact this upon your own whether or may?
If you could knock or whack a human for merely the taste of its flesh?
And not because their discord did not mesh?
With your idea of what justifies life?
And end a being forever of strife?
Is it ok for aliens to prey?
Upon our earthen developments stay?
And enslave our species to sate their gut?
To fawn and feed and slupper and glut?
Because they have a higher IQ?
Or more dextrous fingers with which to hew?
Are you sure you want to be an unthinking one?
Of the masses maraud and to the deed done?
As somnambulist reaching with a laden gun
And end life forthwith no winner or won
Unless you count dinner to the taste of your tongue
Trained since a child to sing the song sung
Of the glory of meat as to salivate and savour
As if bowing to the idea of what will crave ya
Haven't you ever heard of an acquired taste?
Well couldn't we now apply this with grace?
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC
One soul speaks through all beings. Do you feel your breath this instant? Listen to your gut. So much for laughter that never hurts.
Maybe that's true if only for less than a minute.
But prisons have rhythmic fences. And sentences are full of repetitive dissonance.
Listen to inflections upon inflections of assonant elements.
Permanent renegades find solace in their bank accounts.
Routine check-ups in tenements are redundant.
As are our abundant landlords.
Saddled with debt, sandwiched between apartments and developments.
It's a cantankerous day in the city.
Our feet are fired up. Like living in an aquarium.
A solarium is a serpent's ideal apartment.
Kindness is always humble.
So I stumbled into your arms and found my retirement package.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
As the World
turns
I can hear the world
Yearn
They're unruly and desperately
reck-less
seeking for love on ever-
lasting
terms
But they proceed with no concern
they're unable to discern or
learn
Not heeding the many
warnings and dan-
gers
Unaware of the many
forces that lin-
ger
Now as we stand by idly
as we witness
this cruel state of
Ig-nor-ance
We're losing our
Innocence
instead of making sense
of what's
going on
Unconvinced
of the shapes that are
taking form
We're miss-in-
formed
sowing the seeds to breed the
Devil's
Spawn
Provoking violence within the
mindset
of the spiritually blinded
While letting our
Silence
speak the truth
of the spirits that blind
Us
Reminding us
of where we Fail
A rude awakening
outa the
Spell
Snapping outa the
Trance
of being frozen in a
mea-ning-less
stance
For our only chance to
Survive
Is to thrive in our
circumstance
Moving on in advance
observing Truth
Learning to pro-
gress
As we focus in our aims
to Arrest
these
developments of
Carnality
We're pulling down the
Devil's
Faculty
Exposing Principalities
wherever
they
may
Be
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 11:46 PM UTC
Is it all just cheap hash (and)
****** shopping malls (and)
identical housing developments
anymore
?
nevermore
is it expensive Asian dinner (and)
mom's special casserole on the stove
left to simmer (and)
a sticker on your school paper about cars (or)
a lucky four leaf clove
found innocently playing in the front yard,
hidden from the world by pickets white but barbed
(and) beautiful (and) normal.
Is it all tricks turned cheap, sudden loss of breathing (and)
smoke inhaled (and) powders breathed (and)
emotions bottled to be beheld kept seething.
A ****** cold Mexican TV dinner, fake.
A sad sloppy American lunch break, for Christ's sake.
A couple of teens talked on tinder set up a date (and)
put each other in a relationship so fake,
it was lost to the scrap yard.
A pair of adults met on eharmony (and)
scratched, picked, clawed at each others minds until
they were **** blistered, scabbed.
Wet hot beef (and) (or) dry cold spaghetti on a plate,
makes the post nuclear family come together feeling
just great :)
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
I.
In physics, _action at a distance_
is the concept that an object can be moved,
changed, or otherwise affected
without being physically touched
as in mechanical contact by another object.
That is, it is the nonlocal interaction
of objects separated in space;
II.
The term was used in the context
of early theories of gravity and
electromagnetism to describe how
an object responds to the influence
of distant objects. For example,
the early Coulomb's law and the law
of universal gravitation;
III.
More generally "action at a distance" describes
the failure of early atomistic and mechanistic theories
to reduce all physical interaction to collisions
[thus truly ending the Stone Age]; The exploration
and resolution of this problematic phenomenon
leading to significant developments in modern physics;
from the concept of a _field_, to descriptions
of _quantum entanglement_ & the mediator _particles_
of the _Standard Model_
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
There are eyes that confront,
but there is no remorse.
Brown carries a negative connotation
and so the story carries on.
There will be eyes of this coloration,
but rarely a tale of happiness.
The theories behind formulas
don't take emotions into consideration.
It's kind of a misappropriation,
if you think about it,
We spend lives following
sequences, patterns, developments.
But we're only becoming dense
as we're hollowing.
I wish to love
as I wish to breathe.
I wish to love
as I want to believe.
This unreachable constellation
is a similar misappropriation.
I am a ball of yarn
hopelessly tangled
and
ignored.
You are a seamstress-
weaving optimism
and pragmatic emotion
for the forlorn.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
Your 'Top TRP' news team has just learnt that
A consortium of fanatics and hypocrites now claim
That the proprietorship of 'God' is now with them
And will spew hatred on anyone disobeying them.
Our unnameable “reliable” sources tell us that
Anyone desiring to worship 'God' “more perfectly,”
Henceforth, must follow their rules quite strictly
Or floggings will be handed out quite promptly.
Our brave insider informants have divulged that
At last have awaken our pious priests and scholars
To discuss these “disturbing new developments;”
But they're upset most about lost revenue streams.
The atheists were seen rejoicing and saying that
There is no need any more, *“for us to self-promote
While our competitors repeatedly self-mutilate.”*
But have they forgotten, Stalin also preached hate?
Our unquestionably reliable survey tells us that
We are angry, sad, glad, disgusted and also clueless
In roughly equal measure. But most are just curious:
“How all this bla-bla will effect commodity prices?”
There was however, an 'odd' man who said that
God is Love and God does not hate. Will turn to rust
He who chooses hate. *“Not in someone's deep pocket
Will I find God. But God I'll find, always in my heart.”*
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
I didn't know
you would be here,
Tilly's mother said,
when she came in
and saw us sitting
on the sofa together.
She stared at Tilly
more than me.
Benny just popped in
to see me as it's
my half day off work
and we've had a chat,
Tilly said.
Her mother stared at me;
have you offered
Benny a drink?
She said.
No not yet,
Tilly said.
Well get him one then;
I don't suppose
he will want to hang
around all day
waiting for a drink.
Tilly got up,
and went to the kitchen.
I was left alone
with her mother,
who sat down
in her armchair
still looking at me.
Is it your
afternoon off too?
She said.
No I work in two shifts;
I go back to work
about 5pm,
I said.
She looked at the clock
on the mantle-shelf
which showed 3.25pm.
She nodded her head,
and looked around the room
as if looking for signs
we may have been
up to something(trusting soul).
It is not any young man
I would have here with Tilly,
you know,
I know your mother
has brought you up
to honour and respect girls,
so I am trusting in your case,
she said,
looking back
at me again.
I was thinking about Tilly
and me up in her room
about half hour previously
lying next to each other
after having had ***
a couple of times.
That is nice to know,
I said,
that you trust me.
She stared stiffly;
her eyes narrowing.
It is important that girls
appreciate their virginity,
she said.
I listened out for Tilly;
that she'd come back soon,
and wouldn't put
her foot in it
as she nearly did
the other time
I came around,
and her mother
interrogated me.
What are your prospects
where you work?
She asked.
Prospects?
I said.
What are the future developments
at your place of employment?
She said.
Upward and *****
I said.
She stared at me.
I *****
and pull down marquees,
I said smiling.
She did not smile back:
and the future?
What are your prospects?
I have no idea,
I said.
She sat forward,
and looked towards
the kitchen:
where has that girl gone?
Visiting India
to buy it?
She said.
I smiled;
she didn't.
After a few minutes,
Tilly entered
with a tray of cups
and saucers for three,
and set it down
on a small coffee table
in the center of the room,
and stood up smiling.
Done it,
she said.
You took your time,
her mother said,
where you been, India?
Tilly stopped smiling,
and sat next to me.
What have you two
been doing this afternoon?
her mother asked.
Talking about our school days,
Tilly said.
Is that all?
Her mother said.
Well we did talk
about other things too,
she said.
I mean other
than talking,
her mother said.
Benny kissed me once,
Tilly lied.
Her mother eyed me:
is that all?
Well maybe twice,
I said.
Her mother selected
a cup and saucer
and sipped from the cup,
and stared at Tilly
and not me.
Virginity is highly prized
in our family,
her mother said,
not until marriage
is it to be relinquished,
her mother said.
I nodded,
and Tilly
went red.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
one little cut,
just a tiny little sting
hardly enough to even break the skin
two little cuts,
one deeper than the first
still not enough to finally quench your thirst
three little cuts,
this one hurt some more
how long until three becomes four?
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
Think summer dressing in Australia and Zimmermann has always been front-of-mind. No surprise then, that it was the first Australian label to be picked up by Net-A-Porter 10 years ago - a milestone that is being celebrated by Zimmermann’s fourth (yes, fourth) collaborative capsule collection with the company.
“We’re saying 10 years of good time,” says Nicky Zimmermann on the phone from the Zimmermann’s headquarters in Rosebery. “The actual concept can be in a matter of days, particularly if you have a really good feeling about it like this one.” For her sister Simone, she remembers speaking to Net-A-Porter about it in February - “they were extremely supportive, they’ve always understood the whole designer space,” she says. “You do these sort of things and it’s one day at a time.”
For her favourite piece, she zeroes in on a printed dress with a lace trim. “I just know that I would wear it to a beautiful dinner or a wedding somewhere overseas. It’s got a lovely, relaxed vibe and lots of detail.” Each and every element is exclusive to the collection, from the lace to the print. “Nothing is anything we’ve used before,” Nicky explains.
Evolving from a Paddington market stall 25 years ago to six US stores and more to come (next on the list: London) is no easy feat. “Zimmermann have always had an international perspective,” says Maria Williams, a Net-A-Porter buyer who has worked with the label since starting at the e-tailer in 2010. “They were one of the first Australian brands to go global. They set their sights on the US by setting up stores in New York and L.A. and they’re continuing to grow. They have managed to tap into what every woman wants to wear globally… What’s been integral to the brand since its inception has remained but their move to show at New York Fashion Week and developments in terms of their fabrications have certainly elevated its position on the global fashion stage.” The label will also be moving to a larger US office in New York. “There’s more infrastructure in terms of general staff joining that team,” divulges Simone - not that she’s forgetting Australia too, since she also mentions the Paddington store that will relaunch in July.
“The essence of what we do is always there,” says Nicky. “On the design end, myself and the design team are better for each collection. It’s not where I want to be if I want to be only as good as my first two collections, 25 years ago!”Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com | www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
Vacant lot
Cement dust & foundations
Left unbuilt on
When the bubble burst
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:53 AM UTC
SHORTS
What happened to old time lovers?
Are they all centipedes with arms too many and hands that stroll too far too much.
Mucky ducks with oily feathers, skin that's nearly tanned, skin thicker than chamois.
Better for cleaning cars and propping up bars, before shooting off drunk in their big flashy cars.
***************
Walking past Winchester cathedral thinking of religion, strolls by the river and trolls that hang out under the bridge.
More hands than centipedes, much bigger teeth.
***************
The sky is riddled with starlight.
The night is out of sight.
Behind eyelids and dustbin lids.
Irksome kids.
Chrysalides and ironic sides.
Dark room developments.
***************
Sipping milkshakes in bars
Music beating.
People meeting some new, some old.
Being bold, golden nuggets of suggestions.
Interjections will be sipping in dripping music.
Via ears that swallowed a delicacy.
As delicate as the child who spoke the words..I love nanny Livvi, tickled me.
Unknown before, thank goodness it's Friday .
End of a chapter, new understanding begun.
(c) Livvi
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC