"influencers" poems
You pose and pout,
Seduction by superficial sauciness.
You tell me of your day
With that simpering voice,
Raising each last word
Long and loud.
You show me your flash cars,
Your sumptuous wardrobe
And who knows what else?
You and your kin call yourselves “Influencers” –
A great word,
But all you do is make people:
People who have grafted long and hard
For a little spare cash,
Go buy things they
Do not really need.
Right Said Fred was Right:
The global catwalk
Is a sham.
I too would love to be an “Influencer”,
Such a fine word,
But I would be one to encourage folk
To Love others,
Stop all this Conflict
Between polar opposites and extremes,
Fight only for the Common Good,
And make the world a better place
For All.
Paul Butters
© PB 15\1\2021.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC
And the fish swim in the lake
and do not even own clothing.
– Ezra Pound
How would they style themselves for the net,
the little fishes of the lake?
Not robes of purity, Ezra,
but sequins cut from trash,
brands bright as lures,
fashioned to catch the eye, a glint of sun.
Would the big ones strap on knockoff fins
to flex in shark cosplay near the shore,
snapping reels in the reeds,
captioned #greatwhitevibes #apexpredator?
Would carp veil themselves in algae,
funeral couture,
posting stories of their grief in green?
Would they admire the fishery tags:
industrial piercings they can’t remove,
or the hook-slit scars from catch-and-release,
each one a verified badge,
proof they were trending once, briefly,
before sinking out of frame?
Would they tilt to the water’s glass,
checking which gill looks slimmer,
tails arched like influencers at golden hour,
the shimmer hiding shame,
the shame we taught them to wear?
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness.
my generation wants to care less
these days.
it’s a counter-current hack.
we want to be less defined.
we can search and reflect for ourselves.
we’re sick of the emotion
that’s all over everyone’s faces,
the unsightly splotches of opinion.
the entire election machine,
the process of getting there, is smudged.
It’s a curated mess, an advising spin,
an incomprehensible hex:
“Oh profit pondering,
contradictory means to an end
- bless weave, and conceal,
bloodless dollar debt options,
painful penny pincher paradoxes,
and deadly debt bliss dilemmas..”
“Is this a witch or an arbitrager?” Lisa asked, after rudely leaning over and reading up to this point.
“I was shooting for a numinous type of beat,” I revealed.
“We’re supposed to be working on our thesis definitions,” she said accusingly.
“Are you not challenged, here, hour by hour?” I asked sarcastically.
“I need ideas - well - I have too many ideas, I need some focus, I wanted to see what you had.”
I deadpan looked at her, “Well, you broke the spell - I lost my train.” I complained dryly.
“Don’t put me in a situation.” she said, waving my gripe off as insignificant.
.
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Songs for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
drive ME crazy! by Lil Yachty
Melt by Nilüfer Yany
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 3:06 PM UTC
my nap py roots are a natural root to the tree of life.
i dare not damage my sources to the source of light.
afro made all strong and sturdy,
a sprinkle of all that is worthy.
a sign that i am everything and i exist.
stop bleaching out your blackness.
i insist
that you cherish your being like you cherish material possessions
& feed into obsessions of your ego that knows of nothing else.
only mirrored image self,
detrimental to your health.
only focused on appearances and features.
beauty industry focal points
with tutorial teachers.
influencers influenced by ingenuine sources,
no natural resources.
your reign has been challenged.
may the best man be exalted.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
soap and water
dishes
laundry
or shower
brick from mortar
boys against girls
urban velvet smog
city vapors clog
this train -- there is a line
beginners
quitters
this parking lot -- there is a line
shoppers
influencers
open bar pharmacy, bottled water
no pity
no guarantees
dragon chasers
chin music
lapsed short term memory loss
opening mail for grandmother
the obituaries
that ****** fly
a discussion among men
about a woman's voice
come sit and listen
one last cigarette couple
walking home through the park
driving alone in the dark
on the heels of
a reflection
of Christ
or an hourglass
in remission
them or not them
just arrived
just married
too many stairs
not enough elevators
worry about it later
them, definitely them
sharing beds
under the leotard
under the candlelight
a helping hand
finely manicured fingers
one stationary
then two in missionary
word upon words need aspirin
orchestrate
headache
pillow is the threshold
tomorrow...soap and water
Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 10:13 PM UTC
We are slaves
to the techno-autocracy.
A faith of subscribing,
of retweeting,
of liking things
we never loved.
We chant into the feed
and call it presence.
We echo to the void
and call it voice.
The liturgy is noise.
The sacrament is scroll.
We kneel before timelines
like altar rails
and take communion in pixels.
We have traded prophets for influencers.
Revelation for reposts.
Scripture for screen time.
The holy ghost got a firmware update,
but still can’t answer support tickets.
We stare at our gods,
glowing in our palms,
and ask to be known—
but only if it fits in the caption.
There is no silence.
Only the dull roar of monetized despair.
The din that keeps us deaf.
The bombast of uninformed certainty.
The drivel that drips down our chin
while we think we’re being fed.
We are full of nothing,
and still we chew.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
I bought these designer pants yesterday,
Endorsed by all the gram influencers,
They are slimming they all gushed.
The pants are made of the softest wool,
Designed to cocoon and insulate you,
Protect you from all the judgement.
They have pretend pockets stitched in,
Because what could you possibly put in them,
That’s more important than looking thin?
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 6:56 PM UTC
WHILE I STARE
While I stare at the deep of the earth
I tear from my eyes
Is this what He made it to be?
Were we all meant to live like this?
Guns became our toys
Breaking hearts became a thing of joy
Corruption became a hobby
and we've turned immorality into our Tommy
Now that I choose not to be part
they tag me, a daft
that I am dumb
for not wanting to be part of the smart ones
While I stare at the repulsiveness
instigated and done by the of the sons of men
Not even afraid anymore, we sleep and dine with them
and are forced to be close friends
Now, I am void of tears
What is the need to weep over what is dead?
I will try my best to revive them
Not cry over what will not be solved with tears.
I will save the few I can
So they also can stare from afar
and thank Him for our lives;
the lives of positive influencers.
-Emmiasky Ojex
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
You have to start somewhere
You have to start somehow
At rock bottom
You cannot go down
Just do something
Forget the pressure to be successful
This fake exceptionalism you see on social media
Meaningless influencers and food for ego
Listen to your intuition and forget the noise
The bird that tweets the loudest is not the most productive
You just need to be the one with the strongest wings
Resilience is key
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
Till day I blindly followed them all,
Till day I couldn't comprehend;
And now when I'm going to fall,
I see no way to make an amend.
I took them all, one by one,
and told others to do the same;
That time I could, only see the fun,
until I realized, that was an unwanted fame.
To fulfil my need,
to accomplish my desires;
to quench my greed,
I set it all on fire.
All that I took, was it actually needed,
or was it just, some silly infatuation;
Those influencers seemed, as if they pleaded,
or was it me, who brought this situation.
I know, the influences aren't only ones to blame,
I equally played a strong support role;
I was the one, who started this game,
Today also its me, who has the console.
Standing on the crossroad, I've to choose;
Which demons to release, to please or abuse.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
UKFT has launched Made It, a collaboration between the trade body, Graduate Fashion Week and Marks & Spencer designed to bring together graduate designers and UK manufacturers.
As part of the initiative, which was launched at a reception at the Houses of Parliament last night, Marks & Spencer and the UKFT will sponsor a number of Graduate Fashion Week winners to have their collections made in the UK.
In addition, to promote a better understanding of UK manufacturers and to encourage designers to use them as their preferred source of manufacturing, the UKFT, Marks & Spencer and Graduate Fashion Week will host a series of Masterclasses at five select universities across the country.
Hosted by Damian Collins MP, UKFT and Graduate Fashion Week, the reception included a catwalk show and was attended by key policy makers, industry influencers, major retailers, leading brands and UK manufacturers, with special guests including Graduate Fashion Week ambassadors Alesha Dixon, Mandi Lennard and Caryn Franklin as well as designer Zandra Rhodes and fashion critic Suzy Menkes.
“The UK has some of the best designer graduates in the world and some of the most talented manufacturers – Made It brings them together. Not only will we see the creation of some stunning collections, the project will also help to ensure the success of the next generation in understanding the business of fashion, which is a fundamental part of UKFT’s purpose and key whether you are developing a new brand, working with manufacturers or growing business overseas,” said UKFT chairman Nigel Lugg.
Graduate Fashion Week managing director Martyn Roberts said the initiative was “a wonderful opportunity” for GFW students to get first hand knowledge and experience of working with British manufacturers. “These are vital skills for fashion design graduates and essential for keeping Britain at the forefront of design,” he said.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/bridesmaid-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
The Year Was 2017... Globalization and Relocation thru Financial Incentives had been occurring at an Increasingly Rapid Rate...for 4 years
Human Sorting thru the Spheres Program had accelerated, and Talent Acquisition and Identification was Rampant in the Building of Ministry States, and Six Nation Civil/ Financial Armies....
Ownership of Brick and Mortar Businesses in Each Free Country by Aggressive Interests Had become Maximized
Psychological War had been expanded
Martial Law Is Declared:
in the event Civil War Breaks out...
1) physical fitness at military Grade necessary
2) able to read color based code and signage without computer
- Rank and Order; For the purpose of Martial Law Leadership Positions/ Ruling Standard: Royal Dictatorship
- Order of Social Value in the event of Planet Drought and Overheating, Mass starvation
- Human Potential Project Government assisted for rapid acceleration of Skill to combat business collapse, acceleration pop Intuition and Physic listening ability
- Disaster Training and Skills organized
- Passing of Fake Wills and................... for redistribution of Wealth
- Fake......., wikipedia installs, and Search engine Lies to alter World Voting Perceptions for Tech endorsed candidates in UN positions
- Fake NGO's , Subject Matter Expertise Areas based in Branding and advertising as Influencers,
Conflict of Interest Rampant throughout; Corruption Widespread,
Secret Hostile Foreign Influence mixed with Oneness Agenda of Globalists
Interference with mail (taken over by Foreign interests
- arranged ****** partnerships/marriages for maximum efficiency of family structure in loss of familiar Central Government, increase of wellness and rabid growth of NEW potentials
Prepare: physically fit, for operation
eat organic foods
Elliminate all debt, minimize expenses
ORDER, reduce clutter, attachments
ID primary relationships
At Risk: Forests, Farmlands, National Parks, Utilities, Water
At risk: Cultural Artifacts(Psychological War Target)
At Risk: Kids of Philanthropists, Leadership
At Risk: Family Businesses
At Risk: Planet, All Life
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
I live in the first century of the clone wars
most morning we’d wake up swiping up.
the new papers don’t arrive no more
because the news pours out of various device
interrupting morning thoughts, selling
us products to own more.
we think sophisticatedly but stay
closed off.
happy to be clones, to be sold love.
living vicariously through actors, models
or influencers who show more.
we think they are intelligent, they brave enough
assuming they know more.
consider the singular ways we live
consumed by our individualism, our greed.
consider the trees
and the many people who
puff this **** to cope on.
each year, iPhones get expensive
while screen light darkens the truth.
I rarely write with a pen if i don't have autocorrect
but I am a graduate, a grown up.
I am reconciling with this spell
from upon which i proceed
but this war still goes on.
imagine we find each other, then construct
mutual peace instead of flashing lightsabers
because we are so tough.
imagine we say our piece
while pinning respect on our sleeves,
then step out the street to hold hands.
its only the first century of this clone war
yet we are exhausted, from everyone
being so right and i wonder if we ever
gon slow down.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 11:33 PM UTC
Our hot girl summer rolls on - like lava downhill or male models doing - anything.
We’re in Athens, Georgia, yes, it’s hotter elsewhere - but you can die in the sun - is this really a competition?
Fashionistas and trendsetters are adorning themselves in fluorescent lime green this summer. Making it the must-have statement color for the cool kid's club. The whole aesthetic was inspired by Charli XCX’s lime-green album cover for ‘Brat.’
Now, before you roll your eyes at the state of America, where silly people are bilked by influencers - isn't that what happened in the 60s with ‘flower-power?’ Wasn’t that ‘counterculture’ flagging, where everything from school buses to bikinis were flower adorned, driven by bands like the Beatles and umm.. [fill in the blank]?
So, we tripped (sounded psychedelic) to the mall of Georgia, to shop for unnecessary, lime-green things. Nail polish (which I think eats), beach bags, coverups, Crocs, friendship bracelets (cause we’re 13-year-olds), Cinnabon's - which aren’t technically green but are delicious and the Apple store - because it makes us happy.
I’ve read, or heard it said that “malls are dying.” Not this one, on a weekday mid-morning it was packed. The line for the eighteen-movie-plex looked like Spring Festival (Chinese New Years) at the Beijing airport.
Sadly, it’s time to admit that as 20-year-olds we’ve aged out of the “Clare’s” esthetic. A 12-year-old in line to get her ears pierced, looked at me, while I was looking at friendship bracelets, like I was her grandmother and I felt it - it was real.
.
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Two songs to go with this:
This Girl's In Love (Live At HMH) by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Riviera Life by Caro Emerald
Jul 12, 2024
Jul 12, 2024 at 1:38 PM UTC
What's up bruv",
"Chill out bruv',
The social's divided much unloved,
"But thatz so true like",
"Innit like",
Bourgeois reinvented social tikes.
"What about it tho"
"Not at all tho",
Feared difference from the status quo.
"Nah fam",
"Wid de fam",
Cult disciples of instagram.
Communaholics,
Vitriolic,
Diabolic,
Gamesters,
Influencers,
Society's single use redeemers,
"Link me up"
"Whatssup"
The Gen Z get-up.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 8:08 PM UTC
Come with me
The fellowship is broken
Heros have died
The twin towers
Lay in ash
Frodo and me; Me and Smeagol.
You me and Amon Amarth
Doom or fate
Fate or doom
Doomed fate
or Fated doom?
"Still, the future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves"
Ourselves free
Still there is a cost
Still we are guarded
Stilgar the Freman
Fear is the mind-killer
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 2:31 PM UTC
Is your source of comfort from God or the news?
Is your source of joy from God or the number of your followers, likes and views?
Who sets your standards, Jesus or your favorite singers or rappers?
Who sets your standards, Jesus or your favorite celebrities, actresses or actors?
Do you follow God or do you follow the trends?
Do you follow God or do you follow so called 'woke' social media influencers and friends?
Do you do it for Jesus or for the culture and clout?
Do you do it for Jesus or to be talked about?
Are your sights on God or on money, *** and fame?
Are your sights on God or on ruling the whole world and it knowing your name?
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
Who we think we are, if we fail to define our own terminii,
Meum et Tuum, as we are, if we take full consideration
of our pose, relative, to the point of you, on which your
homeostasis hangs by the thread of sense we share
in mindspace dominated by English, no longer,
I can read poetry in Hausa, like a native born earthling,
after Hiroshima and before the peak radiation winds,
in the season of Maris and Mantle, and
The Days of Wine and Roses, and
social influencers promoting actual
bowling leagues,
"Lake Charles Calculators
facing off against Texas City Lo-rollers,"
- in the novel, the summer of '61, unshipped.
when this version of America, as remembered on TV,
shall never before
be gotten but by the free and brave, trusting geology,
can prove we all know
if hell breaks loose,
we all die, but the earth is resilient,
As Kritias recited all he knew
of what the lawgiver said of the reproof
he humbly received as a Sais priestly
admonishment to learn to hold
thoughts secure for disasters
are considerably common
"– all such events are recorded since the old days
and are preserved here in our temples.
Yet your people and
the others are but newly equipped, every time,
with letters and all such arts as civilized cities require
and when,
after the usual interval
of years, like a plague, the flood
from heaven comes sweeping down again
upon your people, it leaves none of you but
the unlettered and uncultured.
So you become as young as ever,
with no knowledge
of all that happened
in old times
in this land or in your own." Plato, Timaeus
_
remember, we once believed in giants,
then we learned of dinosaurs,
then we saw whales cry.
They wept for the loss of the cod.
Then we got the internet of things,
and things developed was to solve
the original division using co-op gnosis,
we see our follies on YouTube, and realize
we have abilities, should we agree, we never
lie, but do know of instances, when unbelieving
worked wonders while lying about waiting
for this exposure
to your final frontal lobe
remyelinating, to offset dementia.
It's a prophylactic tactic peace of mind allows.
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC
These Barbie influencers —
perfect plastic gods
with ***** sculpted by scalpels
and smiles so white
they could blind heaven.
Bodies built for the scroll.
Attitudes sharper than jawlines,
serving chaos and temptation
on filtered silver plates —
even Luzifer pauses and goes:
“Whoa… chill.”
But it’s all an act.
A scream wrapped in selfies.
They burn out like fireworks
faking light in already lit rooms.
Wearing so many fake-real-fake masks
they forgot the shape of their own face.
Nose fixed. Lips pumped.
Ears clipped.
Soul?
Untraceable.
And the crowd cheers.
“Freedom!”
While they’re chained
to trends and trauma
in silicone smiles.
Think, world.
Men, women, children with filters in their dreams —
if you stripped the mask,
the edits,
the contour,
the surgeon’s signature…
not even a troll
would want you
for soup.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
It is as if, as a intended intention, it was constantly going on, and even the stupidity of the free-thought minds is to be held; Now, beyond the world of tabloid media, the so-called. In the world of cheap, diluent-smelling influencers, which have been abandoned to pop culture, there could be a growing ruthless, almost intentionally brutal-hard competition for the sacred favor of followers and lyrics. Because now it seems as if all and everyone is a cheap, bribing, pathetic Jibs' sensation not only from the wide Cyber network of mass-information digital channels and networks, but also from the increasing decade its rather heating and determines it.
Now they can't dare to listen alone to the reasons of the already completely left -handed, which can be made, to be logically built -in clichés, because they are better off telling others what, where, where, and especially how to do it.
Personality as a temporary or if you like; an intermediate individual, no longer satisfied with the unrepeatable magic and perhaps specialty of the individuality of the individual. Cheap, dilute, reduced simplified sentences are grinding many cheap celebrity presenters on TV just like on the digital wavelength of commercially secured radios, and of course no one guesses, and knows that if pseudo-hazug news and rumors replace a poem, Perhaps the average brainwashed, hazelnuts of wild juggle men would be able to re-discover the small micro-capabilities of their thinking using autodidact methods.
It is as if this current vulnerable life seemed to be a pathetic, complex tangle, from which a safe panic-free release from a safe manifestation on asylum routes, as well as a fled mailer!
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
I’d rather make something else
than ever acknowledge it was less than perfect.
“Self-improvement” rings of greedy influencers.
Constant change that of
a flaky millennial who won’t admit she cares about you
who’d prefer staring in the rearview
and changing her hair a third time.
it’s difficult to find this urge to make things better.
Isn’t it odd
that one of the most traditional institutions creates countercultural niche-ers?
Locked up in libraries with products newer than scars
holed up in memories of a better way
re-creating what anyone has said before.
Seems I am one of the prideful.
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC
in a world full of filters
and plastic surgery
and fake influencers
it's hard to find verisimilitude
people lie for money
or fame
or for a grain of attention
how can we tell what's real
and what's a facade
but I see a speck of hope
this community is full of verisimilitude
our words flow from our fingers
leaving us stripped to our bones
and vulnerable
as we pour our hearts out
and bare our souls
finding likeminded individuals
who understand our pain
and joy
and sadness
and love
this community is full of verisimilitude
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC