"dodd" poems - Hello Poetry

Mr Dodd paid a visit to the man in the tree; he asked the man to tell of the sights he could see. The squat little man— who spent his life behind leaves— shook a bough by Mr Dodd and said “You would never believe.” “But why would you live alone in that tree?” asked old Dodd, and he began to climb a branch. But the man in the tree lazily warned Dodd to stand Where he stood— from a high-up limb, the man’s voice wandered down to Dodd’s ears. “There is a road that slices Through miles of fields, herds of cows and small houses, and leads to a hulking metal city where lines of gloomy people trickle out.” Back in his cottage, Mr Dodd dreamt of the road and the fields and the cows; but the city unsettled his sleep, and he woke at last knowing how Little he knew. Then Dodd made breakfast for the millionth time: a buttery bun and some cornflower tea— he couldn’t smile at the noise of the kids in the town. He went through the day in his usual way: he tapped on his xylophone, he painted his thousandth self-portrait, he read from his book in a slow monotone. After lunch he liked to sit in his garden and smoke from his chestnut pipe with the eight-inch hickory handle and the green green herbs inside. The sunlight pressed the smoky stink into the weave of Dodd’s vest When Gilbert—Dodd’s groundskeep—appeared, seeming so distressed. “Your sunflowers’ stems have all broke!” breathed Gil; “I hit them with the mower—” Mr Dodd saw the sunless stems and nervous Gilbert cowered. But Dodd looked Gil straight in the eye and asked him a question instead: “Have you ever seen the city, old Gil?” “I only heard tell,” the relieved Gil said, “But what I’ve heard is that they that go can’t come back alive.” Dodd sent Gil home, who leaving said: “I also mowed over a gopher; I think he might have died.” The next day, Dodd went back to the man in the tree. “Hello again, Dodd” drawled the voice from the leaves. “I’m leaving today for the city,” Spoke Dodd towards the voice. “But how much nicer it might be to stay with me in my tree; you could see everything— all here for you on display.” No, Mr Dodd thought better of it— he threw his pack over his shoulder, nervous of what's new and unknown and the thought that his life here was over.

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Mar 14, 2010

Mar 14, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC

zach-gomes

Mr Dodd's New Life

Mr Dodd paid a visit to the man in the tree; he asked the man to tell of the sights he could see. The squat little man— who spent his life behind leaves— shook a bough by Mr Dodd and said “You would never believe.” “But why would you live alone in that tree?” asked old Dodd, and he began to climb a branch. But the man in the tree lazily warned Dodd to stand Where he stood— from a high-up limb, the man’s voice wandered down to Dodd’s ears. “There is a road that slices Through miles of fields, herds of cows and small houses, and leads to a hulking metal city where lines of gloomy people trickle out.” Back in his cottage, Mr Dodd dreamt of the road and the fields and the cows; but the city unsettled his sleep, and he woke at last knowing how Little he knew. Then Dodd made breakfast for the millionth time: a buttery bun and some cornflower tea— he couldn’t smile at the noise of the kids in the town. He went through the day in his usual way: he tapped on his xylophone, he painted his thousandth self-portrait, he read from his book in a slow monotone. After lunch he liked to sit in his garden and smoke from his chestnut pipe with the eight-inch hickory handle and the green green herbs inside. The sunlight pressed the smoky stink into the weave of Dodd’s vest When Gilbert—Dodd’s groundskeep—appeared, seeming so distressed. “Your sunflowers’ stems have all broke!” breathed Gil; “I hit them with the mower—” Mr Dodd saw the sunless stems and nervous Gilbert cowered. But Dodd looked Gil straight in the eye and asked him a question instead: “Have you ever seen the city, old Gil?” “I only heard tell,” the relieved Gil said, “But what I’ve heard is that they that go can’t come back alive.” Dodd sent Gil home, who leaving said: “I also mowed over a gopher; I think he might have died.” The next day, Dodd went back to the man in the tree. “Hello again, Dodd” drawled the voice from the leaves. “I’m leaving today for the city,” Spoke Dodd towards the voice. “But how much nicer it might be to stay with me in my tree; you could see everything— all here for you on display.” No, Mr Dodd thought better of it— he threw his pack over his shoulder, nervous of what's new and unknown and the thought that his life here was over.

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Ignorance is bliss They say America is doomed Financially In just about every way The FDIC does not have the money to cover your deposits as it has only $25 billion in its deposit insurance fund. By law, the FDIC is required to keep a balance equivalent to only 1.15% of insured deposits on hand. Yes, America, that means that less than 2% of your deposits are covered. Others have pointed out to me that the Dodd-Frank Act (Section 716) now bans taxpayer bailouts of most speculative derivatives activities. You remember the derivatives don’t you? They were the imaginary wealth that was built upon more imaginary wealth but were guaranteed with hard assets backed by the banks. When this house of cards collapsed, it pulled the banks down and led to the series of bailouts which has devastated our economy. Therefore, when your bank defaults, and it will, the depositors as well as the banks will turn to the FDIC for relief. The FDIC will have no choice but to draw upon its credit line in order to cover a BofA, Wells Fargo and JP Morgan derivatives bust which has been co-mingled with savings account funds. The resulting effect is that this will require a taxpayer bailout to cover the credit line.This will negate the safety from the bailouts that the public thought that they were receiving under the Dodd-Franks bill of no more bailouts. What very few people are talking about, and as is the case with all credit lines, this money will have to be paid back. Therefore, the coming default of the FDIC, used to cover the derivatives debt, will become the excuse for another taxpayer bailout. And on and on it goes.

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC

MattG

FDIC Does Not Have The Money To Cover Your Deposits

Ignorance is bliss They say America is doomed Financially In just about every way The FDIC does not have the money to cover your deposits as it has only $25 billion in its deposit insurance fund. By law, the FDIC is required to keep a balance equivalent to only 1.15% of insured deposits on hand. Yes, America, that means that less than 2% of your deposits are covered. Others have pointed out to me that the Dodd-Frank Act (Section 716) now bans taxpayer bailouts of most speculative derivatives activities. You remember the derivatives don’t you? They were the imaginary wealth that was built upon more imaginary wealth but were guaranteed with hard assets backed by the banks. When this house of cards collapsed, it pulled the banks down and led to the series of bailouts which has devastated our economy. Therefore, when your bank defaults, and it will, the depositors as well as the banks will turn to the FDIC for relief. The FDIC will have no choice but to draw upon its credit line in order to cover a BofA, Wells Fargo and JP Morgan derivatives bust which has been co-mingled with savings account funds. The resulting effect is that this will require a taxpayer bailout to cover the credit line.This will negate the safety from the bailouts that the public thought that they were receiving under the Dodd-Franks bill of no more bailouts. What very few people are talking about, and as is the case with all credit lines, this money will have to be paid back. Therefore, the coming default of the FDIC, used to cover the derivatives debt, will become the excuse for another taxpayer bailout. And on and on it goes.

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I remember roaming, silently observing. It was dim, it was damp, it was beautiful. People stared, I remember. Oh, the whispers... "Why is she so quiet?" "I heard it's because her brother died." *"No, no. That was just a rumor Emory started to get back at her for stealing her boyfriend."* "Her best friend is Nicole Dodd." "Isn't she that emo goth chic?" "I heard she's bi." "Same here, and it definitely shows. Ew!" Do they not realize that their whispers are more like yells inside an echoing building Do they not realize that their faces are always judged exactly the same way? Do they even realize that every day they look at someone and they only see the ratty, dark cover and not the millions of stories inside? All they have to do is open it and read and get past the prologue or even the first sentence And then they'll know. they'll know why this cover is so tattered and beaten and torn it's because of them it's always been because of them, for not looking past my cover.

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC

calypoc

my cover

I remember roaming, silently observing. It was dim, it was damp, it was beautiful. People stared, I remember. Oh, the whispers... "Why is she so quiet?" "I heard it's because her brother died." *"No, no. That was just a rumor Emory started to get back at her for stealing her boyfriend."* "Her best friend is Nicole Dodd." "Isn't she that emo goth chic?" "I heard she's bi." "Same here, and it definitely shows. Ew!" Do they not realize that their whispers are more like yells inside an echoing building Do they not realize that their faces are always judged exactly the same way? Do they even realize that every day they look at someone and they only see the ratty, dark cover and not the millions of stories inside? All they have to do is open it and read and get past the prologue or even the first sentence And then they'll know. they'll know why this cover is so tattered and beaten and torn it's because of them it's always been because of them, for not looking past my cover.

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