"industrially" poems - Hello Poetry

oh i'm pretty sure on the Islamic term: denier, it's a prefix, dis-, dis- -ease: which implies negation... the negation of ease... but i'm not interested in this... nope... i know what Islam says about the, deniers, the non-affiliate... what, does, Islam, call, the wavering hearts? you heard me. the doubters, i do know what a prefix intends... but do you? camel jockey... really? what do you call a wandering heart? a Shiite?! ******* Sunni **** no; no what?! what do, you, call, doubters, in the Islamic faith? i didn't, say, deniers, i said, doubters.... what do you call, a doubter, within, the confines, of the, Islamic, faith?! am i talking Hindi to you? you're looking pretty ******* stupid to me, "auto-"suggesting, that i expect an Arabic reply... what, do you, call, a doubter, of, Islam? i know what a denier is... what, do, you, call, someone, who, doubts, the faith, of, Islam?! i'm simply asking... tell me, the difference... between someone who doubts... and someone, who denies... tell me... what, is, the, difference... oh **** me... and when i woke up, people implied that all the people were literate... like **** they were! like a bunch of industrially farmed pigs, educated in the "arithmetic" of the onomatopoeia of... OINK i'm crazy enough, crazy plenty... i fall asleep to slayer's... raining blood... give me a ******* tank and i'm all stampede... where? where's where?! if the "where" is nowhere other than death?! the "there" is, there! and the "there"?! is some-where... you don't want to be, here to fathom!

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC

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كافر kāfir: an interrogation pejorative

oh i'm pretty sure on the Islamic term: denier, it's a prefix, dis-, dis- -ease: which implies negation... the negation of ease... but i'm not interested in this... nope... i know what Islam says about the, deniers, the non-affiliate... what, does, Islam, call, the wavering hearts? you heard me. the doubters, i do know what a prefix intends... but do you? camel jockey... really? what do you call a wandering heart? a Shiite?! ******* Sunni **** no; no what?! what do, you, call, doubters, in the Islamic faith? i didn't, say, deniers, i said, doubters.... what do you call, a doubter, within, the confines, of the, Islamic, faith?! am i talking Hindi to you? you're looking pretty ******* stupid to me, "auto-"suggesting, that i expect an Arabic reply... what, do you, call, a doubter, of, Islam? i know what a denier is... what, do, you, call, someone, who, doubts, the faith, of, Islam?! i'm simply asking... tell me, the difference... between someone who doubts... and someone, who denies... tell me... what, is, the, difference... oh **** me... and when i woke up, people implied that all the people were literate... like **** they were! like a bunch of industrially farmed pigs, educated in the "arithmetic" of the onomatopoeia of... OINK i'm crazy enough, crazy plenty... i fall asleep to slayer's... raining blood... give me a ******* tank and i'm all stampede... where? where's where?! if the "where" is nowhere other than death?! the "there" is, there! and the "there"?! is some-where... you don't want to be, here to fathom!

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Little is known and less is appreciated about the geographic, strategic and political significance of the Spratley and Paracel Islands situated midway across the South China Sea. Disputed historically for ownership by Malaysia, Vietnam the Phillipines and China, amongst others, the islands are situated strategically across the major commercial sea lanes of the region and atop an ocean of vast, submarine deposits of untapped fossil oil. China has used her muscle to occupy and claim these islands, together with unspecified, adjacent sea way area. She has claimed them as sovereign territory of the People’s Republic of China. Until this occupation the islands have been largely unpopulated and have had little or no military significance. Recently, however, Chinese constructors have been ruthlessly dredging the surrounding coral reef and building a 3000m long concrete runway for military purposes on the hugely expanded artificial island area created. Chinese troops, in divisional strength, occupy and defend the new territory. It is significant that all parties in the region are watching China and gauging her intentions. None less so than the United States Navy who have an aircraft carrier and supporting military vessels, stationed permanently nearby and conduct over flights of the island airspace testing sovereignty and Chinese reaction. To date reaction has been muted….but this will definitely change. China is frantically building to be the world’s next superpower, economically, industrially, politically and militarily. ...And, as this development comes to fruition in the very near future, it is inevitable that this distant, remote set of South China Sea islands shall become the next global hot point of international confrontation. China and the United States of America will go eyeball to eyeball, bristling with hostility, resolute and immovable, each waiting for the other to blink! …..and we, the rest of the world, shall, again, tremble in our boots, breathlessly awaiting the outcome. Marshalg 22 May 2015 AUCKLAND.

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Confrontation in the Offing

Little is known and less is appreciated about the geographic, strategic and political significance of the Spratley and Paracel Islands situated midway across the South China Sea. Disputed historically for ownership by Malaysia, Vietnam the Phillipines and China, amongst others, the islands are situated strategically across the major commercial sea lanes of the region and atop an ocean of vast, submarine deposits of untapped fossil oil. China has used her muscle to occupy and claim these islands, together with unspecified, adjacent sea way area. She has claimed them as sovereign territory of the People’s Republic of China. Until this occupation the islands have been largely unpopulated and have had little or no military significance. Recently, however, Chinese constructors have been ruthlessly dredging the surrounding coral reef and building a 3000m long concrete runway for military purposes on the hugely expanded artificial island area created. Chinese troops, in divisional strength, occupy and defend the new territory. It is significant that all parties in the region are watching China and gauging her intentions. None less so than the United States Navy who have an aircraft carrier and supporting military vessels, stationed permanently nearby and conduct over flights of the island airspace testing sovereignty and Chinese reaction. To date reaction has been muted….but this will definitely change. China is frantically building to be the world’s next superpower, economically, industrially, politically and militarily. ...And, as this development comes to fruition in the very near future, it is inevitable that this distant, remote set of South China Sea islands shall become the next global hot point of international confrontation. China and the United States of America will go eyeball to eyeball, bristling with hostility, resolute and immovable, each waiting for the other to blink! …..and we, the rest of the world, shall, again, tremble in our boots, breathlessly awaiting the outcome. Marshalg 22 May 2015 AUCKLAND.

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The clay comes from Earth just as we clay motion people Wurm our way up In a miracle we fool ourselves thinking transmogrification has Calvinized calves into bronze molded legs shaped by a wise Maker Instead of fast steel Forge industrially heated within Narcissus' Crucible Hot from the oven our Make-over face, rouged from fused sand calls us Beauties silicon -enhanced

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Jul 31, 2015

Jul 31, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC

jojo-nguyen

Clay Beauties

The clay comes from Earth just as we clay motion people Wurm our way up In a miracle we fool ourselves thinking transmogrification has Calvinized calves into bronze molded legs shaped by a wise Maker Instead of fast steel Forge industrially heated within Narcissus' Crucible Hot from the oven our Make-over face, rouged from fused sand calls us Beauties silicon -enhanced

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in the great history of commerce there must have at one point been a truck load of milk mechanically suckled by machines in chugging glugs off bloated udders and at the same point tons of honey harvested industrially from swarming workers stored in vats stacked at the back of some huge juggernaut pointing at each other at the point of gluttonously sputter speeding on toward heft-hauling highway impact - and both drivers snapped that freeze frame money shot - them shattering through to promised lands of milk and honey

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May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC

damian

the point.

in the great history of commerce there must have at one point been a truck load of milk mechanically suckled by machines in chugging glugs off bloated udders and at the same point tons of honey harvested industrially from swarming workers stored in vats stacked at the back of some huge juggernaut pointing at each other at the point of gluttonously sputter speeding on toward heft-hauling highway impact - and both drivers snapped that freeze frame money shot - them shattering through to promised lands of milk and honey

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Our hero lifts his head. He does not bathe because he woke up late again. He dreamed the dreams he always dreams And night-time and bright cloth muffled his screams. Industrially lubricates his hair And he is told it doesn’t suit him And he says he doesn’t care. Our hero is a liar too, it seems. He eats a meal he does not taste. He will be empty when the sun turns pale, and the earth to paste. Now our hero looks so chaste And he knows he is pretentious- Now he lays his brain to waste And sweeps distortion through the songs of birds To leave them bleeding in the dust. He feels frail, and his heart is beating faster than it should. He feels that this cannot be good. His tongue now tastes of blood between his teeth of wood. The feeling does not suit him. Later, digits drowned in antiseptic He will feel like a heretic As he voices his opinions of a person as pathetic. Thinking, “I should call him **** But cannot find a window for a moment to succumb To the fabricated beauty of a consequential phrase. Anyway, he knows it would not suit him. As he walks, he tries an air of menace But it does not suit him. Later, our hero receives some news Surprised, he finds his brain is on a high And that the feeling doesn’t suit him.

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Jul 2, 2012

Jul 2, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC

crowbarius-1

Munday.

Our hero lifts his head. He does not bathe because he woke up late again. He dreamed the dreams he always dreams And night-time and bright cloth muffled his screams. Industrially lubricates his hair And he is told it doesn’t suit him And he says he doesn’t care. Our hero is a liar too, it seems. He eats a meal he does not taste. He will be empty when the sun turns pale, and the earth to paste. Now our hero looks so chaste And he knows he is pretentious- Now he lays his brain to waste And sweeps distortion through the songs of birds To leave them bleeding in the dust. He feels frail, and his heart is beating faster than it should. He feels that this cannot be good. His tongue now tastes of blood between his teeth of wood. The feeling does not suit him. Later, digits drowned in antiseptic He will feel like a heretic As he voices his opinions of a person as pathetic. Thinking, “I should call him **** But cannot find a window for a moment to succumb To the fabricated beauty of a consequential phrase. Anyway, he knows it would not suit him. As he walks, he tries an air of menace But it does not suit him. Later, our hero receives some news Surprised, he finds his brain is on a high And that the feeling doesn’t suit him.

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(since my recall isn't as lucid as yours): i'd like to imagine that these wires and terminals traverse and meet at various odds and ends like laundry powder and the crumple of leather on the floor, summer room industrially cold and spent curled up from 9.40 a.m., running on four hours though was wildly, wakefully inspired you used to say that sleep is overrated in the company of pages and nightcaps, repeated and withheld goodnights worth more than a hundred, five times over now i greet the ceiling away from milky cloud and skies in some blinkered awareness, sheets creased, folded in a mocking design in-between vistas of my fingers which you clasped like instinct— present tense, clasp —remindful of things that are still here, that i am no longer fiercely alone.

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Apr 17, 2013

Apr 17, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC

cielle

Sean

(since my recall isn't as lucid as yours): i'd like to imagine that these wires and terminals traverse and meet at various odds and ends like laundry powder and the crumple of leather on the floor, summer room industrially cold and spent curled up from 9.40 a.m., running on four hours though was wildly, wakefully inspired you used to say that sleep is overrated in the company of pages and nightcaps, repeated and withheld goodnights worth more than a hundred, five times over now i greet the ceiling away from milky cloud and skies in some blinkered awareness, sheets creased, folded in a mocking design in-between vistas of my fingers which you clasped like instinct— present tense, clasp —remindful of things that are still here, that i am no longer fiercely alone.

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They say money makes the world go 'round And from the looks of things it do Industrially growing Economically balanced Consuming minds But only love makes LIFE evolve

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Jan 17, 2014

Jan 17, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC

DamareMcElmore

Evolution

They say money makes the world go 'round And from the looks of things it do Industrially growing Economically balanced Consuming minds But only love makes LIFE evolve

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I awake from a nightmare And feel relief At the slow realisation That it was But a dream And yet My body still grips the tension Of the terror which tormented me In the dawn hours The nightmare aroused Deep anxieties That I know I carry And for the morning I struggle to recover On this same day I see a woman On the seashore Washing her sore legs with seaweed The white windmills of Tilbury Turn the industrially poisoned air And boys punch each other At the train station And then Music Created Sung by brave people For each other Lifts me of out of my body To a higher spiritual plane Returns me to my memories Of younger days I am carried back Reliving my emotions Sharing and remembering Experiences of years gone by I am older Yet somehow I am re-connected To my younger self My heart swells with emotion Nostalgia This is what art can do This is why I live With music This is why I live With art

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Jun 12, 2016

Jun 12, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC

commuter-poet

With art

I awake from a nightmare And feel relief At the slow realisation That it was But a dream And yet My body still grips the tension Of the terror which tormented me In the dawn hours The nightmare aroused Deep anxieties That I know I carry And for the morning I struggle to recover On this same day I see a woman On the seashore Washing her sore legs with seaweed The white windmills of Tilbury Turn the industrially poisoned air And boys punch each other At the train station And then Music Created Sung by brave people For each other Lifts me of out of my body To a higher spiritual plane Returns me to my memories Of younger days I am carried back Reliving my emotions Sharing and remembering Experiences of years gone by I am older Yet somehow I am re-connected To my younger self My heart swells with emotion Nostalgia This is what art can do This is why I live With music This is why I live With art

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i'm nothing but Nabokov in chase of a butterfly, but instead: i chase moths, and among fox cackles, i too find a respite, a "resurrection" might one tell... so sun and the butterfly flutter... so moon and the lard-fly gamma, or bony chequers and black void insomnia, as thus heard: forever you entombed in the forever said: unrest - that the carpenter's children might fear me... that the carpenter alone will not: finding his work sensible and worthy a roof over his head... will not fear me eavesdropping the congratulatory meal - when all congregate... but as my Friday sentences me to the tomb of my body, i am catching moths in the night, for the moth is Islam's version of the butterfly - and from Shia aversion and mere Iran, an opus plague of wonder: gratis chant and the solitary woman's voice: idealism above mortgage... if only a dream... and by dream suffice... then the asking merger of such hopes... and later years un-lived... then by swarm and by no condolence the forfeit entombing... charcoal chants, as Catholic as Satanic on the pleading reminiscence of said creed... then onto moth, the lard-fly from the Everest of Night... as splendid in colour... then unto the butterfly from the Sahara of Day... or the said compliments, dying, slowly, arbitrarily, or as feared: thus as eaten and packaged: industrially man's limbs equal to chicken thighs.

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Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

moths' arcadia

i'm nothing but Nabokov in chase of a butterfly, but instead: i chase moths, and among fox cackles, i too find a respite, a "resurrection" might one tell... so sun and the butterfly flutter... so moon and the lard-fly gamma, or bony chequers and black void insomnia, as thus heard: forever you entombed in the forever said: unrest - that the carpenter's children might fear me... that the carpenter alone will not: finding his work sensible and worthy a roof over his head... will not fear me eavesdropping the congratulatory meal - when all congregate... but as my Friday sentences me to the tomb of my body, i am catching moths in the night, for the moth is Islam's version of the butterfly - and from Shia aversion and mere Iran, an opus plague of wonder: gratis chant and the solitary woman's voice: idealism above mortgage... if only a dream... and by dream suffice... then the asking merger of such hopes... and later years un-lived... then by swarm and by no condolence the forfeit entombing... charcoal chants, as Catholic as Satanic on the pleading reminiscence of said creed... then onto moth, the lard-fly from the Everest of Night... as splendid in colour... then unto the butterfly from the Sahara of Day... or the said compliments, dying, slowly, arbitrarily, or as feared: thus as eaten and packaged: industrially man's limbs equal to chicken thighs.

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