"informational" poems
As Stong as the An African Elephant
Yet were are supple and elegant.
We are persuasive talkers so our words are very Eloquent.
Crafted From man's rib and An earthly element is How God made the first Wombman in the old testiment.
During the worlds development
We somehow begun to be irrelevant
Forgetting that we were designed as a help mate who is heaven sent.
We shed Bloods for days sometimes a months without dying.
Raising our children to Be Ladies and gentlemen whom are edifying.
In our wombs a human life we are able carry.
We are informational like a human dictionary.
We store resoureful pieces of data like a library.
Created with brown sugar, warm honey, cocoa and Gold.
Out spirits are Radiently Bold.
Our bodies are temples that can't be bought or sold.
We have a Story that must be hear and told.
We are the beautiful flowers in the month of May That Springs up and blooms in middle of noons day.
We flourish just as the fluorescent blue jay, Whose mood is Joyful and gay.
Our Skin absorbs the sun's Incandescent. Ray.
Some may say, Our hair is ***** but Actually, Our hair just happens to defy gravity
So we wear it upon our head proudly like a Crown
because Living in socitey's prospective of what you should look like will weigh you down.
You will stay stuck on being lost when you already have been found.
Be about your fathers business and know you are Heaven bound.
We are run life's race with meaning and purpose in our pace
Even our walk is embedded with grace
Nature's beauty smiles upon our face
As We Wear God's love like a Pure Gold necklace that's trimmed with lace.
The Strength we've gain
Turned us into warriors from living the through the most Excruciating pain
Thats the Reason we humbly pray as we sing and dance in the middle of the storm's rain.
Our humility will continue to remain.
We are women of Virtue
I wrote this to encourage you
Never let no one break, hurt or discourage you know who you belong to.
And who deserves a Woman of your statue.
For Being black Is Exhilarating
And being a woman is Breathtaking but Being a Black Woman is an Honorary Identity that is Legendary.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Welcome to the informational age
We're enjoy the world of technology
Never felt this modern world could emerge
Magical world with braveness and courage.
Welcome to the social media age
As everything we do is on page
We live like birds in a cage
It makes us falling into a rage.
Welcome to the insane and madness age
To make headlines,create a **** sweet savage
Can't believe we're on this stage
But we are still holding our grudge.
Welcome to the sweetest scientific age
Your reputation,you better manage
Like passenger manage it, as your luggage
Saving it, save safe from the salvage.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Eat, drink - and savour body
It burns - and freshly blushing
Of ankles, knees - the jutting crags
Eat, drink - get lost - in moaning
Of own thoughts - heads' fog
Is rooted deep in groin
Eat, drink - yell over famine
With belt and taunt
Draw tight the ego's thirst
For thinking - shame yourself
For narrative of truth - give up
And joyfully accept
The informational injection
Comparison, identifying, drama
"I believe!" - a dream forgotten
Neglected honour - recognizing game
Unheard is role - a viewer
Yet - to the wall of lies - another burst
"Why do you peel own skin away?!"
Waste life attire
Save in affliction - reason
When silence in the head
Shrieks - "Jump! Take step! Put hanging!"
Just watch - and call for an encore
Applaud - from stage - from audience
Out of theatre - "Louder! Louder!"
With tears - splutter
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC
There is no courage in questions
We know someone will answer
Answers that take us nowhere
Informational fodder, answers that do not heal
There is no courage in questions
We know will leave our world intact
Answers that take us nowhere
Details that make a case, but do not heal
But what is the question we fear?
Do you love her?
Yes.
Do you still love me?
Yes.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
There that lives, is a land,
so vast, so big, so wonderfully grand.
Cloaked in fantasy,
in a blaze of illusion,
only minds with eyes may see this fusion.
All that may come to be,
starts with a gland of artistry.
There it dwells,
deep inside,
awaiting to inspire the awakening
of the third eye.
Harbored within,
are worlds with no ends,
and all around matter fails to exist.
Wide minded,
visions of potential beauty,
drain from my lungs
and spew into my eternity.
I am nothing more than
a spec of informational energy.
As my essence retreats
from my body,
I am embraced with the
warmth love of infinity.
Pleasant and soft,
I snuggle up,
just a bit,
enjoying thee evermore bliss,
or whats left of it...
As I come down
from my cloud,
I slip, and loose grip.
Dimensions are fading,
communications are disconnecting,
my ears ring and
sound returns to me,
all that's left of this trip is
water filled eye's and
a better understanding of what
LOVE really is...
Why can't the world be like this???
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Kelly Brook
Mistook
A book
For a hook.
Went fishing with
Alanis Morissette
And Anneka Rice.
Caught a complete set
Of Encyclopaedia Britannicas.
Popped it in the keep-net
And mused,
This really is a landmark
Of informational literature
But is rather wet
So not easily used.
I think I'll stick
To the Internet.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
When my friend committed suicide, I didn’t find out directly.
I found out through a teacher. I was called in the office later that day along with everyone connected with my group of friends.
We sat there, and as the counselor told us why suicide was bad they gave us a pamphlet from the back wall.
How? How could they put suicide alongside ****** ecstasy, *** AIDS, Party Drugs, Teen Alcohol, Texting and Driving.
Depression is not something offered at parties or given out for 20$ a pop. Depression doesn’t make you tipsy or destroy brain cells.
FREDDIE MERCURY DIDN”T DIE FROM DEPRESSION.
Like that pamphlet my eyes were opened.
Bi-Folded and Arranged like an informational epiphany
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
I read once that sleep helps the brain regulate the metabolism. I never paid much attention to informational possible life changing books; I guess that’s why I have the lungs of an 80 year old nicotine addict. It’s 1/16/14, 6:56 pm. My mother used to tell me that whatever bad habits I did, would affect my future greatly, I guess that’s why I can’t last two laps on the track without breathing heavily. I guess that’s why I’m afraid to approach people face to face because I’m scared my tobacco scented breathe will push them away. When I was growing up I wasn’t always aware of problem solving methods, so I wouldn’t over think and wouldn’t care about it, now I do, things were better back then. I should stop smoking cigarettes, it’s affecting my running.
It is now 5/18/14, I still run like I’m a 5 year old uncontrollable child
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
She'd started watching 1950's informational videos.
You were accepted for being outside the box
And she was everything except in it.
Class president kids used to be reviled
Elections were exciting, polls came in,
And now... now what was it?
Something she should be ashamed of.
Because she cannot dance in a short skirt in front of a crowd
But instead because she plays the music
For the girls in the short skirts
Band uniforms like shells she can hide inside
Because while it's not something the other kids love,
It's what she loves.
Tennis dresses like skin without makeup
Student council shirts that finally fit,
That she feels like she can finally fill out
Unlike the jeans that she can't.
Golf jersey tossed aside, brushes and pencils picked up
Volunteer work piled in
Piling into the plays and new experiences
And acceleration, constant growing,
Growing out of shells that she used to love
And gaining skins that she loves even more
Looking back and seeing that the girls in short skirts
On the sidelines, on the gym floors,
Had not shed anything yet
Had not grown.
They were walking, she was running
Toward the end of high school, toward a goal,
To see how high in the sky they could get,
To see how high in confidence and compassion she could reach
They shed clothes, she shed skin and shells
They were permanent, fearing change
She was evolving, embracing it.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Scrolling through the past
Is informational
It reminds us of who we once were
And who we've become
Rediscovering feelings
We had almost forgotten we had
And we'd shared them with the world
And we didn't do half bad
I thought I'd never escape her
Her iron grip leaving bruises where she held us
But we did
We made it
Life got a little better for it too
We aren't fixed
We are still sad
We still have depression
But it's not as bad as it was
She's gone from our lives
Our abuser
Tormenter
Stepmother
And she dares to call herself a fighter
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
¤^¤^¤^¤^¤^¤
every word is brought to life
through cycles engorged
with angels and demons
lifes meaning lost
within our
"reason"
rectangles upon squares
rounded loops
>>>>squashed <<<<
within triangles
until rings of
HANDS
encircle
and
mend
~~~ words ~~~
significance
obscure
mixed up with
the urban jungle
encryption
of layers
encoding of input
output outsourcing
outside resourcing
informational
infrastructure
concrete conundrums
where is the
DIVINE
-?-
or even the
human
in
mind
touch
~~~ HEART ~~~
-?-
the divine
-?-
blessed the soul
that remembers
we are all
WHOLE
connected and
entwined to the bone
and who knows
where we'll be
without understanding
of the
WORDS
the
CONCEPTS
without these precious
~~~ souls ~~~
hearts
BOLD
you
him
her
as i am
♡ ALIVE ♡
(C) Worldeater
(C) SoulSurvivor
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
i like your touch
the warm embrce that you give
the quiver in my lip when we kiss
the moment are eyes meet in sync
perfect for the moment
dislike n that it will end
discourage about the fact
that all we are , are friends
from me to you
simple yet informational
feelings i get when around
are beyound sensational
but you know
facts remain the same
we are all that we keep framed
friends
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
Silence...a moment with self, because from no other can the answers be dealt.
It's nice to get help, but within you is informational untapped wealth.
Can't keep riding down this avenue, for, with what I believe in, in the long run it'd be untrue.
Excuses are for those who refuse to cope.
A life led in that direction without reflection will only stumble,
Crashing from a downhill slope.
Simply existing is genuinely resisting the life that could be.
Slave to the system, and slave to your mind, are you ever going to be free?
Is anybody listening, or rather glistening from contentment?
In a future time don't look back upset with where the years went.
Be true and think through how it is you want the currency spent.
Some people keep kicking in the wrong direction never really ever leaving a dent.
Is this just to vent, or to better human nature?
Chances are, by tomorrow, this won't even be remembered.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
What might be feasting on your brain
Soon may be festering strange gain
When prying finds an open ear
Informational leakage best you fear
Golden rule of less is more
Is trick to fix and leave at door
Taking time debugging self
Keeps voracious pests from gaining wealth
Soon you will know of what I speak
Should a tricky hacker find you meek
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
The energy that is our life is water.
We are all intelligent, emotional, informational rivers of energy.
When we die
our energy evaporates,
dissipating to return to the source,
an infinite ocean.
When we are born
the droplets of consciousness coalesce
to form a concentrated
pool of life.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
The craziest thing about a bridge is how it connects two things that have no business being connected.
It's interesting, the informational and cultural exchanges that result from such a bridging.
("Interesting" is an antisemantical word: void of meaning. Just filler, really. It doesn't mean anything.)
A bridge is a tool of conquest: allowing one land access to another, so that it may be subjugated.
A platform for seemingly well-meaning goats to impale and destroy any gatekeeping trolls.
Jan 7, 2024
Jan 7, 2024 at 9:39 AM UTC
Fact-checking is meaningless if
People have no respect for facts.
Just watch social media and you
Will see how the public reacts
To natural disasters or shootings.
Conspiracy theories quickly abound
And suddenly the Internet is
An informational battleground.
Knowing the truth no longer gives us
A feeling of calm or a sense of relief,
Since few people have an incentive
For altering a false belief.
Experts say our psychological
Weaknesses are targets for those
Who spread misinformation for
Ideological ends. These pros
Know how to use the media well.
Their credibility's merely a ruse.
And suddenly the falsehoods are
Amplified all over the news.
Hacks and kooks and fringe group crazies
Have been around forever; it's true.
If there's a chance to spread their lies,
They do not miss a cue.
Fringe groups going mainstream. Yikes!
That's a recipe for disaster,
Especially when a gullible public
Eats up the nonsense faster and faster.
Orwell's 1984
For many years made us wary.
The year twenty seventeen
Is also looking ****** scary.
-by Bob B (9-3-17)
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC