"followings" poems
It is the supply
Receipt of the followings
Ecological security,
Social and emotional security, and
Economic security!
These supply are conditional
With the followings
Passion for naturalism and nature stewardship,
Care for humanism,
Ready to co-exist with diversity,
And minimalism!
Total Cost for supply is
World with stable equilibrium linking to steady state
With additional taxes for negative externalities
And subsidy for positive externalities!
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
When my mind is at rest I think of peace and blissful things
I see the unfettered and innocent smile of a new babe in arms
Or the Omnipotence gilded arms outstretch showering blessings
The shores of a pristine beach with blue waves marking times
Silver sunset sprinkling magic across quiet waters with no stressing
Or me sat at my fathers feet as he reads engrossed in his charmes
My mind rests easy in places of warmth and enriching lovings
My mind has no space to linger in the murkiness of failings
I do not plunge dark dept to court the uninspiring s in terms
To share company with wretches with wasted mental ecthings
Eyes that see dew in darkness and acrimony in fruitless farms
Voices made for howling dirges and apostles of negative cravings
Demented downers who drink from the fountains of fallen vamps
Satiated miserably they seek to retch their stench on followings
My mind finds the luminous stars and praise their spark-lings
It atunes to the silent melodies of sages who now sleep uncramp
It relishes the delights of the million trillion wonders tinklings
Its marvels the joys of the thousand mothers holding new champs
Can share the lifting dreams of hopes for happy new beginnings
Living is never about waste for the Creator avails no dumps
For a mind that lives and grows in the Light is forever inspired and inspiring
Copyright LaurencA.1stAugust2018.All rights reserved
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
Possible side effects may include
Dizziness
Nausea
Loss of appetite
Possible side effects may include your intestines slipping out, wrapping cold coils around your neck, kissing your purple eyelids, and begging you to jump
Possible side effects may include your lungs crying bible hymns with razor tongue accuracy through muted chokes
Possible side effects include finger nails scratching piano ivory on a Sunday service
Do not repent your sins to a church that gave you this bottle
They prescribed you a god and you swallow his followings again and again
Just like youre told
Doctor dosages of high mortality
Side effects may include atheism
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Self proclaimed
Perfect perception
Pedantic hands
Mary Meticulous
Sally scrupulous
Insipid ideals
Foolish followings
Deep narcissism
Shallow words
Broken pedestal
Fake smile
Forced laugh
Misery's finest
Sentenced silence
Weak eyelids
Mind violence
Red iris
Scribbled papyrus
Fleeting joy
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
"Oh thank you!" He cried, his eyes lit up with delight,
As the computer screen flickered, and yielded a beautiful sight.
The recipients couldn't hear though, what it all meant to him,
Followings, likings, comments, well it was too much to take in,
So, to write a poem was the only way to go,
To thank all the people,
For bringing their standards so low.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
.
Can you hear it?
Soft on window pane followings
Long of sunrise shadows
Paced in steps of fountains calling
Drifting in and out of silence
Pouring out internal meanings
Rhythm of vertical thumping
Blushed in muted tones
Standing in the rainbow’s arch
Drenched of weeping welcomes
Singing sweet praises of you
Moving in metered time
To your wondrous love
Can you hear it?
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Slober knocked back to a cadence measure.
Turning in tune with the illusion of leisure.
Stand at fault, holding the gun.
Cryptic followings at the point of a pun.
Deny and defile the logic of man.
Floating backwards catching a cancerous tan.
Indescency accepted as common form
The policies for which are quick to swarm.
Holdings in life, seem to diminish.
Removed suddenly of their veenered finish.
Left aside as needless want
A proxy value for those too gaunt.
Picked up again by mimicing lepers,
Balling their eyes out as communication severs.
Catching a reflection in the glint of an eye.
Turning quickly, as not to pry.
Beholden, clearly, to a bare ideal.
Something tangible to which one would kneel.
Beckoned forth in a fleeting glimpse.
The man has not been heard from since.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
Can you hear it?
Soft on window pane followings
Long of sunrise shadows
Paced in steps of fountains calling
Drifting in and out of silence
Tempo’d in graffiti sign language
Pouring out internal meanings
Rhythm’d vertical thumping
Blushed in muted tones
Standing in the rainbow’s arch
Drenched of weeping welcomes
Locked beyond early futures
Singing sweet praises of you
Moving in metered time
To your wondrous love
Can you hear it?
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
And so the sheep did follow
and fall to there knees
not knowing the truth of there
future folly.
For those before clothed the Shepard
and Fed his many needs.
While they were tossed aside
empty vessels of false followings..
And when the knew were born
the shepherd smiled.
Not for the birth of new life,
but to fed upon there insecurities
knowing when they could walk,
they would follow his words that were
just leading them to there inevitable ending....
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 5:18 AM UTC
Profuse bleeding in and out of this space
creeping left AND right in this place
Fractured skulls smile in the dark crimson sphere
as she's flying up there, without fear.
It reels away, her pride,
as they swing back and forth on that shared ride.
Peeling away as he cries,
never ending clawing when he tries.
Forever it beats and never will it go forth
as the vibration of hate intensifies.
It flies away, his sigh,
as they sit there and wonder why.
Protecting the thing they devour in the end,
simple little hearts it tries to defend.
Welcoming a simple fraction,
yet theirs is a stunning reaction.
It smiles at the thought of a fight,
yet to know what is right.
Plastered are the things written in yellow,
and a fluidity is seen so slow.
Tomorrow is a just a word unknown,
when today is the only thing shown,
over and over again,
whose name only ever waxes and can never wane.
Pricy calls in the night bring an unsavory type,
Cult followings of the man breathe intense hype.
Asking just what we are is useless,
when that thing makes us no better than nonsense.
Beating and beating over again, it flows.
Running and running, he knows.
Poked into, a secret can only mean so much,
mixable fluids make your eyes cold to the touch.
Your lies bolster and make you reek,
it's sad that they'll all be dead in a week.
Rise up and smile on the world,
here comes another animal with its rage to the devil sold.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
and i know you're tortured by the taste
and the thoughts of what you've left
you tried to impose order
but instead it's still a mess
we tend to follow feelings
instead of what we're told
i've never felt so alone
i've never felt so cold
maybe love and logic
are mutually exclusive
what room is there for logic
when we return to love abusive
as i turn for one last look
at that ****** place
how strange it is to see
in the middle of hell, an angels face
i stifle all the tears
and i am never come back
hopefully the next one
makes up for what i lack
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC