"modernised" poems - Hello Poetry

ok the minute it takes.. to trace the call, to ducktape the suspects ******* face, is the same minute a family home explodes in a cross section cutscene like 24. more prisoners escape, ****** pretty, but they're spies. suckers got forks stuck in their eyes. the trucker died, his hat now a subtle disguise. soft talk and the novice gaurd complied. I told the brass this whole ******* place needed modernised. shot gun cabinets unlatched, the last batch of canteen fat contained celephaned grendades. outside it rains and mud slides thick as the chase vehicles flip onto their sides. the helicopter follows a costumed imposter through the shadows of a suburban night. people thrown out the way on the street like extras in a detective series. "Freeze: get on your ******* knees" "Ive got nothing to lose, ive got the the ******* hostage and im offering a trade off don't ******* shoot, or ill put a hole in this ***** bigger than you can fix pig, twitching at the trigger,listen quick take a step back or ill do it, push me piece of **** cop". blood on the concrete runs thin as it navigates and mixes with no forgiveness or mission. track back until the dead are insect sized, centred in the wide shot of the city, wait a beat then credits rise.

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Jun 14, 2013

Jun 14, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC

overaffe

Cop movie

ok the minute it takes.. to trace the call, to ducktape the suspects ******* face, is the same minute a family home explodes in a cross section cutscene like 24. more prisoners escape, ****** pretty, but they're spies. suckers got forks stuck in their eyes. the trucker died, his hat now a subtle disguise. soft talk and the novice gaurd complied. I told the brass this whole ******* place needed modernised. shot gun cabinets unlatched, the last batch of canteen fat contained celephaned grendades. outside it rains and mud slides thick as the chase vehicles flip onto their sides. the helicopter follows a costumed imposter through the shadows of a suburban night. people thrown out the way on the street like extras in a detective series. "Freeze: get on your ******* knees" "Ive got nothing to lose, ive got the the ******* hostage and im offering a trade off don't ******* shoot, or ill put a hole in this ***** bigger than you can fix pig, twitching at the trigger,listen quick take a step back or ill do it, push me piece of **** cop". blood on the concrete runs thin as it navigates and mixes with no forgiveness or mission. track back until the dead are insect sized, centred in the wide shot of the city, wait a beat then credits rise.

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LOBOLA Let me drift you away from the idea that lobola is buying your wife. No! It isn't. As black families, we believe that parents raise kids and once the kids have grown and are independent they get to now take care of their parents. Now! We know that once you get married, that might change because now you will be having your own family to take care of. We know that as men, that never really changes...you still get to take care of your parents and a family of your own hence there is no lobola for men. Now as women, we acknowledge that you are going to get married and go live by your in-laws or some place else and traditionally it is believed that you are never to come back home since you have been "taken". Understandably so because you are now part of a certain family and have broken the cord from yours. Fast forward to lobola therefore as a man who is taking away a woman from a family which she was taking care of, you ought to leave them with something so that they may continue living or surviving since you are taking away their "bread winner". Back in the days lobola was paid by cows, because with livestock you are rich and can survive for many years. The idea of lobola started being an issue and misunderstanding when it converted to hard cash. Which shouldn't have because it is still the same concept...with a certain amount of money you should be able to take care of your family and survive. How lobola got misinterpreted as buying your wife is not well understood however it could be presumed that it is because of the attributes that contributes to the price tagging. Your behaviour, achievements, ability to reproduce etc are what contributes to the billing. Which honestly shouldn't be an issue because parents know that with the achievements that you have you were going to take care of them well...very well. With the manners that you have...you will respect your husband and be obedient towards him. You will bear kids for your husband and gave a big family. Everyone is happy. All in all to able to understand the concept of lobola you have to understand culture and tradition but you are going to say "times have changed" and you are now modernised.

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Mar 19, 2016

Mar 19, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC

josiemanaka

It is my culture

LOBOLA Let me drift you away from the idea that lobola is buying your wife. No! It isn't. As black families, we believe that parents raise kids and once the kids have grown and are independent they get to now take care of their parents. Now! We know that once you get married, that might change because now you will be having your own family to take care of. We know that as men, that never really changes...you still get to take care of your parents and a family of your own hence there is no lobola for men. Now as women, we acknowledge that you are going to get married and go live by your in-laws or some place else and traditionally it is believed that you are never to come back home since you have been "taken". Understandably so because you are now part of a certain family and have broken the cord from yours. Fast forward to lobola therefore as a man who is taking away a woman from a family which she was taking care of, you ought to leave them with something so that they may continue living or surviving since you are taking away their "bread winner". Back in the days lobola was paid by cows, because with livestock you are rich and can survive for many years. The idea of lobola started being an issue and misunderstanding when it converted to hard cash. Which shouldn't have because it is still the same concept...with a certain amount of money you should be able to take care of your family and survive. How lobola got misinterpreted as buying your wife is not well understood however it could be presumed that it is because of the attributes that contributes to the price tagging. Your behaviour, achievements, ability to reproduce etc are what contributes to the billing. Which honestly shouldn't be an issue because parents know that with the achievements that you have you were going to take care of them well...very well. With the manners that you have...you will respect your husband and be obedient towards him. You will bear kids for your husband and gave a big family. Everyone is happy. All in all to able to understand the concept of lobola you have to understand culture and tradition but you are going to say "times have changed" and you are now modernised.

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Someone's misery wrapped up in someone's international policy Sanctions to prove a point, to enforce power another political pact helps another culture cower We are modernised, we are westernized A lot of the world though seems unsatisfied Terrorism the new currency on the playing field of negotiations Suffering increases and yet bankers commit suicide with stock market fluctuations Keep it short, to the point, and hopefully inoffensive This world has made me sceptical and apprehensive

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC

nico-papayiannis

15/3/16

Someone's misery wrapped up in someone's international policy Sanctions to prove a point, to enforce power another political pact helps another culture cower We are modernised, we are westernized A lot of the world though seems unsatisfied Terrorism the new currency on the playing field of negotiations Suffering increases and yet bankers commit suicide with stock market fluctuations Keep it short, to the point, and hopefully inoffensive This world has made me sceptical and apprehensive

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ŋ (Ingłaz - or Ingwaz: głaz: a boulder, in- stone) the softening of n and j that makes up ŋ - as the modern coupling of d and j in ð - ᚹᚨ (va) ᚹᚨ (looking down: and blessings) ᚹᚠ (looking up: and curses); ᚹᚨᚱᛞᚢᛝᚨ (vardu'nja's) ᛞᚨᚷᚱ (dagr) ᚢ (ν) - v 5 ç as said former crude... later... refined... but what a shorter time-frame from monkey-hunchback to ***** man... how the eyes can concentrate on an abstract of evolution that encoding sounds has in its fame the blessing guidance to be embodied by a single individual... ðerne (d'yearn'eh) e.g. ŋørn ( night, n'jœrn ).

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC

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ŋørn (n'jœrn): ancient softening modernised (ŋ = nj, ð = dj)

ŋ (Ingłaz - or Ingwaz: głaz: a boulder, in- stone) the softening of n and j that makes up ŋ - as the modern coupling of d and j in ð - ᚹᚨ (va) ᚹᚨ (looking down: and blessings) ᚹᚠ (looking up: and curses); ᚹᚨᚱᛞᚢᛝᚨ (vardu'nja's) ᛞᚨᚷᚱ (dagr) ᚢ (ν) - v 5 ç as said former crude... later... refined... but what a shorter time-frame from monkey-hunchback to ***** man... how the eyes can concentrate on an abstract of evolution that encoding sounds has in its fame the blessing guidance to be embodied by a single individual... ðerne (d'yearn'eh) e.g. ŋørn ( night, n'jœrn ).

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are you sure that we're supposed to be buried in earth, earth the closest we resemble as ash... are you sure? just wondering, because i've just stopped looking through my grandfather's rea ding glasses... and what i saw through them... was akin to having your eyes open, underwater... perhaps this whole one-size-fits-all coffin packaging is great to cut corners and run the treadmill... hell, floating murk of cremation on the Ganges... if the druids were to be stirred... the eyes of man, ought to be buried in the sea or lake or river... the other body parts?! dunno... because that would rob me of the authenticity of where I'd like my eyes to be buried... or rather dropped into... apart from the eyes and the brain... i guess the druids would prefer the modernised version of events, given the progess of science... donor flesh... even the heart doesn't exactly fit a burial worthy of the earth... you could in earnest bury a heart of a wild animal, when performing a burial rite... but there's something comical about the inverted necrophilia, a higher tier of hue... there is a dead man, but a part of him is still living, in another... hence my sour taste in, peace be upon him, Christopher Hitchens' atheism, banking on genes, and an eternity solely via genes... genes are but atoms... i see... a heart of my calibre beating for 10 more years in a foreign body... and all this... with the exausted poetic eucharist of Christianity... and before the techno-tenticle explores... a complete inversion of necrophilia... a subtleness of life... and the endless possibilities therein... at least by cremation: nothing is sacred, all is elemental... not this, from dust you came, but unto wax you shall return... Madame Tussauds *** doll precursors, and a stag night joke about ******* a helium sheep... with all due respect, peace be upon him, there are more avenues to eternity, than in the immediate sense, atomist, procreation and the passing on of genes... unless you are of course a modern day Portuguese **** with the no. 7 roy-al white... less about prostitutes tier C, certainly not tier B (strippers and the sugg'ah daddy teasers)... no, we're talking Gattaca ****** tier A... surrogates.

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Apr 12, 2018

Apr 12, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

inverted necrophilia of receiving an ***** donation

are you sure that we're supposed to be buried in earth, earth the closest we resemble as ash... are you sure? just wondering, because i've just stopped looking through my grandfather's rea ding glasses... and what i saw through them... was akin to having your eyes open, underwater... perhaps this whole one-size-fits-all coffin packaging is great to cut corners and run the treadmill... hell, floating murk of cremation on the Ganges... if the druids were to be stirred... the eyes of man, ought to be buried in the sea or lake or river... the other body parts?! dunno... because that would rob me of the authenticity of where I'd like my eyes to be buried... or rather dropped into... apart from the eyes and the brain... i guess the druids would prefer the modernised version of events, given the progess of science... donor flesh... even the heart doesn't exactly fit a burial worthy of the earth... you could in earnest bury a heart of a wild animal, when performing a burial rite... but there's something comical about the inverted necrophilia, a higher tier of hue... there is a dead man, but a part of him is still living, in another... hence my sour taste in, peace be upon him, Christopher Hitchens' atheism, banking on genes, and an eternity solely via genes... genes are but atoms... i see... a heart of my calibre beating for 10 more years in a foreign body... and all this... with the exausted poetic eucharist of Christianity... and before the techno-tenticle explores... a complete inversion of necrophilia... a subtleness of life... and the endless possibilities therein... at least by cremation: nothing is sacred, all is elemental... not this, from dust you came, but unto wax you shall return... Madame Tussauds *** doll precursors, and a stag night joke about ******* a helium sheep... with all due respect, peace be upon him, there are more avenues to eternity, than in the immediate sense, atomist, procreation and the passing on of genes... unless you are of course a modern day Portuguese **** with the no. 7 roy-al white... less about prostitutes tier C, certainly not tier B (strippers and the sugg'ah daddy teasers)... no, we're talking Gattaca ****** tier A... surrogates.

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