"hitchens" poems - Hello Poetry

A sweet scent of pine needles In the Adirondack air, Animals moving With complete freedom And choice, A view of the lake And the sun with beauty Unmatchable, A whole different World not too loud And not too quiet, Muted from electronics And social media, Because memories aren’t made playing video games

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May 4, 2016

May 4, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC

aiden-hence

Hitchens Pond

A sweet scent of pine needles In the Adirondack air, Animals moving With complete freedom And choice, A view of the lake And the sun with beauty Unmatchable, A whole different World not too loud And not too quiet, Muted from electronics And social media, Because memories aren’t made playing video games

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.how many coordinates does it take to draw a straight line? last time i heard: two... so why even bother with two spells of being a politician in office... why not extend the tenure to 8 years to begin with and scrap the 2nd cycle of elections? the "people's will" wouldn't require a 2nd election cycle to elect a politician... given that a politician can be given a 2nd "referendum", but the people, with their iron will, are not entitled to collectively express the plethora of doubt? good! and upon with each and with each upon every other: their own version of an autocrat. so... why would you have a mid-term vote in America?! what's the point?! why have a mid-term vote?! people are either too tired to give a **** or too engrossed to mind: either... i don't need some pompous diacritical exfoliation from the south of England, to mind whether it's a politician or a journalist talking... fuck's sake... Lord Andrew Adonis sounds less pompous than Peter Hitchens! so... why have a mid-term vote?! what's the point?! you voted blond-quiffie in power... so... the mid-term vote could depose him?! no... i'm too dumb and without much of a libido to give a **** about the politics of these people... and... i'm lacking the fetish for lying.

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Oct 22, 2018

Oct 22, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

2nd referendum

.how many coordinates does it take to draw a straight line? last time i heard: two... so why even bother with two spells of being a politician in office... why not extend the tenure to 8 years to begin with and scrap the 2nd cycle of elections? the "people's will" wouldn't require a 2nd election cycle to elect a politician... given that a politician can be given a 2nd "referendum", but the people, with their iron will, are not entitled to collectively express the plethora of doubt? good! and upon with each and with each upon every other: their own version of an autocrat. so... why would you have a mid-term vote in America?! what's the point?! why have a mid-term vote?! people are either too tired to give a **** or too engrossed to mind: either... i don't need some pompous diacritical exfoliation from the south of England, to mind whether it's a politician or a journalist talking... fuck's sake... Lord Andrew Adonis sounds less pompous than Peter Hitchens! so... why have a mid-term vote?! what's the point?! you voted blond-quiffie in power... so... the mid-term vote could depose him?! no... i'm too dumb and without much of a libido to give a **** about the politics of these people... and... i'm lacking the fetish for lying.

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There’s a tree in the road Not in the middle But it can’t be confused for being Off Two cars cannot pass abreast Polite driving may be necessary Who was in charge of the decision To trust human nature, To entrust safety and cooperation to those who follow? I arrived after this phenomenon was well-established How could this be? How did it come to be? I The road was an afterthought Paved years after the tree was firm Autos rarely passed this way, lorries never Should you wish to traverse The tree takes precedence As river traffic takes precedence over vehicles crossing a bridge The bridgekeeper must obey - the tree is firm not flowing. II The tree was a sapling when the road was built A mere twiglet unobserved by most Her massive trunk growing imperceptibly year after year One ring after another Until tectonic forces lifted the road ocean floor Becoming one with the tree mountain. III The tree was well established and observed to be a hazard But the road is small And the beauty of the oak And the comfort of the shade Bring joy to those Walking and living Cars be ****** Let them find their way. However it is IV Our civil engineers are conducting an experiment There are conflicting interests Between the Road Advocates and the Tree-ers RA: “For safety sake, Tear Down That Tree!” Tree-ers: “We can live in harmony” Germany or Switzerland A tie vote. What to do? V Mr. Hitchins, a kind community-minded resident Willed to the City, fair, the once-thin alleyway Which grew into a shunway; then a dirt trench; then a passage Passing from the lonely two way street in front Through to the loading area behind. From 1856 until 1973 the road was sparsely used. Upon proclamation of the Burghers “Civilised society warrants paved roads.” Whereupon the deed was dusted off Provision 12.b.1. of Mr. Hitchens’ will: “Let it be known to all who hear these words, that the strip of land running from Virginia Street to Ferris St, on Platt 687, recorded in book 14009 be and forever is the property of the Fair City subject only to the right of my favorite tree, Emily, the Oak to forever reside as she currently is - just on the West side of the strip.” I arrived long after this phenomenon was established.

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC

mike-2

There's a tree in the road

There’s a tree in the road Not in the middle But it can’t be confused for being Off Two cars cannot pass abreast Polite driving may be necessary Who was in charge of the decision To trust human nature, To entrust safety and cooperation to those who follow? I arrived after this phenomenon was well-established How could this be? How did it come to be? I The road was an afterthought Paved years after the tree was firm Autos rarely passed this way, lorries never Should you wish to traverse The tree takes precedence As river traffic takes precedence over vehicles crossing a bridge The bridgekeeper must obey - the tree is firm not flowing. II The tree was a sapling when the road was built A mere twiglet unobserved by most Her massive trunk growing imperceptibly year after year One ring after another Until tectonic forces lifted the road ocean floor Becoming one with the tree mountain. III The tree was well established and observed to be a hazard But the road is small And the beauty of the oak And the comfort of the shade Bring joy to those Walking and living Cars be ****** Let them find their way. However it is IV Our civil engineers are conducting an experiment There are conflicting interests Between the Road Advocates and the Tree-ers RA: “For safety sake, Tear Down That Tree!” Tree-ers: “We can live in harmony” Germany or Switzerland A tie vote. What to do? V Mr. Hitchins, a kind community-minded resident Willed to the City, fair, the once-thin alleyway Which grew into a shunway; then a dirt trench; then a passage Passing from the lonely two way street in front Through to the loading area behind. From 1856 until 1973 the road was sparsely used. Upon proclamation of the Burghers “Civilised society warrants paved roads.” Whereupon the deed was dusted off Provision 12.b.1. of Mr. Hitchens’ will: “Let it be known to all who hear these words, that the strip of land running from Virginia Street to Ferris St, on Platt 687, recorded in book 14009 be and forever is the property of the Fair City subject only to the right of my favorite tree, Emily, the Oak to forever reside as she currently is - just on the West side of the strip.” I arrived long after this phenomenon was established.

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{a mind game during intermission} there were reveries recorded while telling the tale. the teller was taken up, some say, at the throne, say others, in the spirit, others still thy will be don on earth as in heaven was bound to be done once, upon a time, very similar to this one. We had clocks aware of all we counted or qua n-tuple times pi is as fine a guess as ever has been made, since the first fortythree. We have so many things in common. Tuples and Hitchens survival for one, and I have my integrity integrated despite the ergotic episode of daring/ [ A property of continuous dynamical systems that is the opposite of ergodicity is complete integrability. From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergodic_theory> ] ] What? You missed that? I dared you. do you feel odd? irrational? pyramidic-pi-eyed? Wait, we need a date, then, we syn crow own, oh god the hieroglyphs include all types of idle words we need order, C# or, no, no, no all things are possible this is the quarkish conclusion. Play again, kid?

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Isaiah earlier today

{a mind game during intermission} there were reveries recorded while telling the tale. the teller was taken up, some say, at the throne, say others, in the spirit, others still thy will be don on earth as in heaven was bound to be done once, upon a time, very similar to this one. We had clocks aware of all we counted or qua n-tuple times pi is as fine a guess as ever has been made, since the first fortythree. We have so many things in common. Tuples and Hitchens survival for one, and I have my integrity integrated despite the ergotic episode of daring/ [ A property of continuous dynamical systems that is the opposite of ergodicity is complete integrability. From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergodic_theory> ] ] What? You missed that? I dared you. do you feel odd? irrational? pyramidic-pi-eyed? Wait, we need a date, then, we syn crow own, oh god the hieroglyphs include all types of idle words we need order, C# or, no, no, no all things are possible this is the quarkish conclusion. Play again, kid?

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are you sure that we're supposed to be buried in earth, earth the closest we resemble as ash... are you sure? just wondering, because i've just stopped looking through my grandfather's rea ding glasses... and what i saw through them... was akin to having your eyes open, underwater... perhaps this whole one-size-fits-all coffin packaging is great to cut corners and run the treadmill... hell, floating murk of cremation on the Ganges... if the druids were to be stirred... the eyes of man, ought to be buried in the sea or lake or river... the other body parts?! dunno... because that would rob me of the authenticity of where I'd like my eyes to be buried... or rather dropped into... apart from the eyes and the brain... i guess the druids would prefer the modernised version of events, given the progess of science... donor flesh... even the heart doesn't exactly fit a burial worthy of the earth... you could in earnest bury a heart of a wild animal, when performing a burial rite... but there's something comical about the inverted necrophilia, a higher tier of hue... there is a dead man, but a part of him is still living, in another... hence my sour taste in, peace be upon him, Christopher Hitchens' atheism, banking on genes, and an eternity solely via genes... genes are but atoms... i see... a heart of my calibre beating for 10 more years in a foreign body... and all this... with the exausted poetic eucharist of Christianity... and before the techno-tenticle explores... a complete inversion of necrophilia... a subtleness of life... and the endless possibilities therein... at least by cremation: nothing is sacred, all is elemental... not this, from dust you came, but unto wax you shall return... Madame Tussauds *** doll precursors, and a stag night joke about ******* a helium sheep... with all due respect, peace be upon him, there are more avenues to eternity, than in the immediate sense, atomist, procreation and the passing on of genes... unless you are of course a modern day Portuguese **** with the no. 7 roy-al white... less about prostitutes tier C, certainly not tier B (strippers and the sugg'ah daddy teasers)... no, we're talking Gattaca ****** tier A... surrogates.

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Apr 12, 2018

Apr 12, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

inverted necrophilia of receiving an ***** donation

are you sure that we're supposed to be buried in earth, earth the closest we resemble as ash... are you sure? just wondering, because i've just stopped looking through my grandfather's rea ding glasses... and what i saw through them... was akin to having your eyes open, underwater... perhaps this whole one-size-fits-all coffin packaging is great to cut corners and run the treadmill... hell, floating murk of cremation on the Ganges... if the druids were to be stirred... the eyes of man, ought to be buried in the sea or lake or river... the other body parts?! dunno... because that would rob me of the authenticity of where I'd like my eyes to be buried... or rather dropped into... apart from the eyes and the brain... i guess the druids would prefer the modernised version of events, given the progess of science... donor flesh... even the heart doesn't exactly fit a burial worthy of the earth... you could in earnest bury a heart of a wild animal, when performing a burial rite... but there's something comical about the inverted necrophilia, a higher tier of hue... there is a dead man, but a part of him is still living, in another... hence my sour taste in, peace be upon him, Christopher Hitchens' atheism, banking on genes, and an eternity solely via genes... genes are but atoms... i see... a heart of my calibre beating for 10 more years in a foreign body... and all this... with the exausted poetic eucharist of Christianity... and before the techno-tenticle explores... a complete inversion of necrophilia... a subtleness of life... and the endless possibilities therein... at least by cremation: nothing is sacred, all is elemental... not this, from dust you came, but unto wax you shall return... Madame Tussauds *** doll precursors, and a stag night joke about ******* a helium sheep... with all due respect, peace be upon him, there are more avenues to eternity, than in the immediate sense, atomist, procreation and the passing on of genes... unless you are of course a modern day Portuguese **** with the no. 7 roy-al white... less about prostitutes tier C, certainly not tier B (strippers and the sugg'ah daddy teasers)... no, we're talking Gattaca ****** tier A... surrogates.

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