"homogenization" poems - Hello Poetry

Blank minds offer anathema The usurious are sainted Devout all unknowing Indoctrinate fragmental ribonuclease Intentional homogenization Transfection for incomprehension Idiocracy I like it willing slaves and none the wiser

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Oct 4, 2011

Oct 4, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC

john-b

one nation

Blank minds offer anathema The usurious are sainted Devout all unknowing Indoctrinate fragmental ribonuclease Intentional homogenization Transfection for incomprehension Idiocracy I like it willing slaves and none the wiser

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A Blue bird flies in a flock of red fellows, and he is the only one to notice the Difference. He sees, but all is in black and white. He understands, but does not Know Why. He hears, but there is no sound. He feels, but there's no touch. ...Not love... This is not love he feels. This 'thing', this, new 'feeling' that is indescribable... An Ampullae of Lorenzi of some sort What is it?? It is not love; No, Not love. This is just black and white to the rest; in a two-tone world This/His Difference is much easier to comprehend once comprehended(perceived/grasped) beyond just/ the/ 'weakness' of being "different" (seeing that you're different isn't the problem. why are you different? if you are "so" different, there must be a reason. a blue bird sees the diff in a b&w; world not bc of the color, but because of capacity. capability. power. 'force'. Emily saw she was different. and identified. when she speaks of telling truth on a slant and gradually, it's due to the incomprehnsible ability to take in of "the people". she locked herself up bc others didn't get and will chastise her. she was a blue bird who noticed she was blue in a black and white world filled with red fellows. it was easy for her to see bc all were so blatantly different. dramatically different. blue versus red in a black and white world. below is going to explain that now, in times of the same dramatic differences, people wear different clothes. they think they are of all different hues and colors of the rainbow in a black and white world. it is much more difficult to understand what this 'feeling' is when it can't be diffcultly yet blatantly seen in a black and white world of blue and red birds. especially when 'power' pushes all to find individuality yet manipulates homogenization). When a blue bird flies, in a flock of red fellows, all who wear clothes of hue, and texture. brightness and scale cashmere and rubber (these lines above are supposed to have 2 things that have nothing to do with the other...shows how 'much' there is to add to....materialism for identity I guess) in a multi-tone world Spoon fed a (false) (all-known) (media-passed) vision and encouraged a sense of "self difference" of indifferent similarity (to the next(fellow)) (supposed to be a contradictive. feel, "we are all so different, in the same way") The blue bird's view is much more convoluted now (raw it down) hard to see and understand and comprehend a difference when we are all made the same hard to see and understand and comprehend a difference when we are all told to be different, but made the same.

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC

mandi

BlueBird. *Unfinished with notes*

A Blue bird flies in a flock of red fellows, and he is the only one to notice the Difference. He sees, but all is in black and white. He understands, but does not Know Why. He hears, but there is no sound. He feels, but there's no touch. ...Not love... This is not love he feels. This 'thing', this, new 'feeling' that is indescribable... An Ampullae of Lorenzi of some sort What is it?? It is not love; No, Not love. This is just black and white to the rest; in a two-tone world This/His Difference is much easier to comprehend once comprehended(perceived/grasped) beyond just/ the/ 'weakness' of being "different" (seeing that you're different isn't the problem. why are you different? if you are "so" different, there must be a reason. a blue bird sees the diff in a b&w; world not bc of the color, but because of capacity. capability. power. 'force'. Emily saw she was different. and identified. when she speaks of telling truth on a slant and gradually, it's due to the incomprehnsible ability to take in of "the people". she locked herself up bc others didn't get and will chastise her. she was a blue bird who noticed she was blue in a black and white world filled with red fellows. it was easy for her to see bc all were so blatantly different. dramatically different. blue versus red in a black and white world. below is going to explain that now, in times of the same dramatic differences, people wear different clothes. they think they are of all different hues and colors of the rainbow in a black and white world. it is much more difficult to understand what this 'feeling' is when it can't be diffcultly yet blatantly seen in a black and white world of blue and red birds. especially when 'power' pushes all to find individuality yet manipulates homogenization). When a blue bird flies, in a flock of red fellows, all who wear clothes of hue, and texture. brightness and scale cashmere and rubber (these lines above are supposed to have 2 things that have nothing to do with the other...shows how 'much' there is to add to....materialism for identity I guess) in a multi-tone world Spoon fed a (false) (all-known) (media-passed) vision and encouraged a sense of "self difference" of indifferent similarity (to the next(fellow)) (supposed to be a contradictive. feel, "we are all so different, in the same way") The blue bird's view is much more convoluted now (raw it down) hard to see and understand and comprehend a difference when we are all made the same hard to see and understand and comprehend a difference when we are all told to be different, but made the same.

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milk thick with clotted cream not conversant with homogenization sat it a sqaut blue earthenware jug in the coolness of the foodsafe with the pan of water cold from being ice below, the soothing drip part of the melody of the old kitchen along with the slap of dough on the slice of marble cut from mountainside in a counrty old and across a sea of troubles tibits of sweetness handed down for consumption dough and flour dusted hands leave imprints on cheeks and warmth in hearts in the oven thick ginger bread rises bringing hunger to stomachs already full as women talkand bake and solve the problems of the world, banished now we sit on the step, out the back, the sun warm on our faces waiting, waiting, waiting for a slice of gingerbread hot from the oven and a glass of cold, fresh, creamy milk

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May 11, 2017

May 11, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC

betterdays

milk

milk thick with clotted cream not conversant with homogenization sat it a sqaut blue earthenware jug in the coolness of the foodsafe with the pan of water cold from being ice below, the soothing drip part of the melody of the old kitchen along with the slap of dough on the slice of marble cut from mountainside in a counrty old and across a sea of troubles tibits of sweetness handed down for consumption dough and flour dusted hands leave imprints on cheeks and warmth in hearts in the oven thick ginger bread rises bringing hunger to stomachs already full as women talkand bake and solve the problems of the world, banished now we sit on the step, out the back, the sun warm on our faces waiting, waiting, waiting for a slice of gingerbread hot from the oven and a glass of cold, fresh, creamy milk

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Humanity is now in a blender. For centuries humanity lived in pockets, developing different ways of being. Time passes humanity spreads mixing the pockets. Friction, grinding, war, the pockets grind against one another. Time passes technology advances. Enter the Internet. Homogenization accelerates at the speed of light. Old ways obliterated, pockets homogenized. a new world is born.

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Dec 14, 2017

Dec 14, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC

jg-collins

Homogenized

Humanity is now in a blender. For centuries humanity lived in pockets, developing different ways of being. Time passes humanity spreads mixing the pockets. Friction, grinding, war, the pockets grind against one another. Time passes technology advances. Enter the Internet. Homogenization accelerates at the speed of light. Old ways obliterated, pockets homogenized. a new world is born.

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