"lobbied" poems - Hello Poetry

"Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth" - B.Y.O.B. by System of a Down We sat across the table as we feasted on misguided notions. Our integrity tenderised, thoughts manipulated, traded with unconditional compassion. Twisted ideals, served upon the finest china. Delectable treats, laced with shards of such distorted agenda. Multi-faceted truths, all lobbied for self-centred gains. We're the ones who'd worry and cower under tattered brollies... To anticipate for when it would rain. Between us still sat the table. We'd still be served age-old (t)ale while the room stank of rancid broth. But I have lost my appetite the moment we were fed lies... Offered on the most extravagant tablecloth.

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC

ryn

Obscure Agenda

"Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth" - B.Y.O.B. by System of a Down We sat across the table as we feasted on misguided notions. Our integrity tenderised, thoughts manipulated, traded with unconditional compassion. Twisted ideals, served upon the finest china. Delectable treats, laced with shards of such distorted agenda. Multi-faceted truths, all lobbied for self-centred gains. We're the ones who'd worry and cower under tattered brollies... To anticipate for when it would rain. Between us still sat the table. We'd still be served age-old (t)ale while the room stank of rancid broth. But I have lost my appetite the moment we were fed lies... Offered on the most extravagant tablecloth.

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300 nights I’ve been here a-pacin’, I’ve got clothes, all shiny and new! This whole year, my time’s been a-wastin', someday this endless virus will be through. On the news, they say there’s a serum, soon I’ll have to take one or two. Crowded clubs, where music’s a-playin’, I bet I can get into one or two. There are boys, out there just for kissin', and someday, I’ll kiss one or two. I’ll find out, just what I’ve been missin', I’ll bet I won’t get home 'til one or two. There are guys, of nineteen or twenty, and they know, just what to do. Shiny toys, just waitin’ for choosin’, maybe I’ll pick one... or two! . . . . *ok, funny note. I post my poems on several websites and on Quora, several of my readers lobbied me to change the last line of this poem - to follow the "one or two" theme. So, in a way, the last line is "crowd sourced" - and I must say also much improved =] Thanks to those guys!*

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Dec 1, 2020

Dec 1, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC

anaisvionet

one or two

300 nights I’ve been here a-pacin’, I’ve got clothes, all shiny and new! This whole year, my time’s been a-wastin', someday this endless virus will be through. On the news, they say there’s a serum, soon I’ll have to take one or two. Crowded clubs, where music’s a-playin’, I bet I can get into one or two. There are boys, out there just for kissin', and someday, I’ll kiss one or two. I’ll find out, just what I’ve been missin', I’ll bet I won’t get home 'til one or two. There are guys, of nineteen or twenty, and they know, just what to do. Shiny toys, just waitin’ for choosin’, maybe I’ll pick one... or two! . . . . *ok, funny note. I post my poems on several websites and on Quora, several of my readers lobbied me to change the last line of this poem - to follow the "one or two" theme. So, in a way, the last line is "crowd sourced" - and I must say also much improved =] Thanks to those guys!*

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it begins and I'm walking slowly I go the noise its getting stronger and stronger face the noise don't be afraid like some obscene parliament of white noise I'm jostled by my adrenaline the sense awake with each further step I take my ears hot & lobbied with furious noise the light appears small up ahead so bright so ******* immense and my body is taught but I must keep walking walking to release myself from this corridor of wwooooooooossssh Pain.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC

ian-s

corridor

it begins and I'm walking slowly I go the noise its getting stronger and stronger face the noise don't be afraid like some obscene parliament of white noise I'm jostled by my adrenaline the sense awake with each further step I take my ears hot & lobbied with furious noise the light appears small up ahead so bright so ******* immense and my body is taught but I must keep walking walking to release myself from this corridor of wwooooooooossssh Pain.

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Regression parading as tradition Modernity rejected in culture at the end of history.  Echoes of innovation only linger in the technology Of subscribed self-adulation, Quench the thirst trap.  Drink until you drown in the sound of static. The revolution won’t be televised Everything’s a repeat, an omnibus of Section 25; They’re gunning after the enemies of hegemony;   Fight it, resist it; the truth will be twisted  In the teeth of lobbied grins So sing the populist nationalism anthem - The only hit in the charts That sustains the sycophancy of sentimentality.   Everything old, nothing new To sedate the disenfranchised   Who can’t wait to see the day   Asylum seekers never know sanctuary.

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Dec 26, 2023

Dec 26, 2023 at 3:24 PM UTC

AmeliaVPoetry

NostalSICK

Regression parading as tradition Modernity rejected in culture at the end of history.  Echoes of innovation only linger in the technology Of subscribed self-adulation, Quench the thirst trap.  Drink until you drown in the sound of static. The revolution won’t be televised Everything’s a repeat, an omnibus of Section 25; They’re gunning after the enemies of hegemony;   Fight it, resist it; the truth will be twisted  In the teeth of lobbied grins So sing the populist nationalism anthem - The only hit in the charts That sustains the sycophancy of sentimentality.   Everything old, nothing new To sedate the disenfranchised   Who can’t wait to see the day   Asylum seekers never know sanctuary.

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Sweetest angels never die, They just become invisible. But they manifest in your memories, Yes, they never stop caring for You. An angel gave birth to You, Sweetest part of my life now. I am sure that she deputed me, Just for You she lobbied my life. *Let's close our eyes and see, See where she smiles in relief. Let's join our hands and feel, Feel her approval seal not in disbelief.* Relieved that you are not alone, Satisfied that you are not unloved. Today she is smiling upon us both, She blesses you on your birthday.

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Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC

Atul

Immortal Angel

Sweetest angels never die, They just become invisible. But they manifest in your memories, Yes, they never stop caring for You. An angel gave birth to You, Sweetest part of my life now. I am sure that she deputed me, Just for You she lobbied my life. *Let's close our eyes and see, See where she smiles in relief. Let's join our hands and feel, Feel her approval seal not in disbelief.* Relieved that you are not alone, Satisfied that you are not unloved. Today she is smiling upon us both, She blesses you on your birthday.

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there is something in me that tries to get out and i like how sylvia ended her life 'baked to death' - sounds fun it seems like an interesting time what is the point i struggle to understand i want to cry and cry and never stop but i tire with the thought so i stop right there and all i want to do is sleep on your floor of still hopes and dreams stare at the walls of nightlight and skies still reflecting the moon and the stars then look up at the infinitely dark ceiling of sound sleep without thoughts of tomorrow and baking and living and points being lobbied like endless ping pong ***** around my head

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC

the-anonymous-joker

ping pong

there is something in me that tries to get out and i like how sylvia ended her life 'baked to death' - sounds fun it seems like an interesting time what is the point i struggle to understand i want to cry and cry and never stop but i tire with the thought so i stop right there and all i want to do is sleep on your floor of still hopes and dreams stare at the walls of nightlight and skies still reflecting the moon and the stars then look up at the infinitely dark ceiling of sound sleep without thoughts of tomorrow and baking and living and points being lobbied like endless ping pong ***** around my head

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I’ve needed a **** for four hours And haven’t had it I’ve lobbied for the day to be cancelled But no-one's writing back The Ache playing on the grass outside Refuses to let up In bed still, I refuse to get up.

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May 6, 2019

May 6, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC

RJP

Ah

I’ve needed a **** for four hours And haven’t had it I’ve lobbied for the day to be cancelled But no-one's writing back The Ache playing on the grass outside Refuses to let up In bed still, I refuse to get up.

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