"mods" poems
I hitch a ride on the Battle Bus,
Everyone else jumped out, I must.
I deploy my parachute below,
I glide my way to Moisty Meadow.
As I land I slurp some shields,
Extra health and a pistol I wield.
I loot the houses and **** the squads,
Which would not be possible without my mods.
I run from the storm throughout the game,
I post on the 'Gram that I won for fame.
Everyone that saw my Victory Royale,
Commented below and said "Dang, Wow!"
Now that I won, I'm the coolest around,
I walk down the halls with a figurative crown.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
I have let my nails grow some
they are well over the tips of my fingers,
i’d say considerably long.
noticeable is their length as i text smilies
type similes. sincerely, i am apologizing now
and well in advance for any future scratches,
scrapes, welts. any body mods. highly probable are scars to your skin too,
later revealing themselves, after a bath like a photograph
being developed. i dig deep in the heat of-brushing, my lips
will serve as nurse, medicinal in purpose.
so there is no need to worry.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC
A head
A giant boney mass
Many mouths and eyes
thoroughly babbling,
whatever,
etc.
Snapping and blinking
Mouths Melded together on this ultra cranium
Yapping on and on
On and on and on
Yellowed teeth and bedazzled grills
Botnet mods and crop tools
The most dastardly of all -
An infinite production of fuzzy,
Buzzing noise blobs.
And Attempts to add me
To its mass connection-collection head
Leave me offended.
"What's on your mind?"
Go away.
You ******* freakazoid.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
He will not fix it,
He is such a bleak assignment
He is bigoted as ****
But I'm surprised
You're voting him to power,
And in English, that would be
Ignorance!
He will push you back 50 years
On opinions about modern living,
He will **** your families and
Ask you to never leave Churches.
Somebody come and look at this,
All puny mods are voting for
A Phoney Republic!
You might very well need
More oil
Stage 9/11 and get more
Private armies to Middle East?
Create more ISISs, Make
All Muslims look Evil,
Give them a free ride to
West and EU
And finally make them
Fat, Dumb and Addicted to Reality TV!
Well, just run off to Mexico,
There'll at least be a wall between you and Trump!
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
I put a hole in my lip
For every hollow kiss
And a hole in my nose
For every wilted rose.
I fill my skin with ink,
Leaves less room for scars.
If only I gave a ****
About lungs full of tar.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
****** f@ggot shill and f@g
oldf@gs newf@gs rolling hard
trips and dubs and even quads
but OP won't deliver
rate us, hate us, sauce pls now
in this thread we save a cat
mods, is this under 18?
the /b/etards at it yet again
but we don't talk about it
cringe us rekt us make us laugh
this thread's preventing suicide
****** racism sexism ****
we mostly rate body parts in /soc/
normies not welcome
****** alpha, femanon
is a girl? **** or ****
welcome to the internets
pics or it didn't happen
gore thread? not enough!
self-hate, ponies, rule 34 fap
the "cesspool of the internet"
is really not that bad
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Why
Why
why
why
I left because of all that happened
but I was banned anyways
for "dehumanizing" you
I said nothing
i was silent
I'm sorry for what ever i did
I'm sorry that I broke your heart
and I made you feel like
less of a person
I just want to know why
banning me was valid.
why would you manipulate the mods like that?
what the ****
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
We started out being cheap,
but being impoverished eventually saved us...
It became a fad,
almost everything did.
Whoever had money,
would spend things to make themselves more connected to the singularity,
more tapped in.
We were all suffering from information addiction,
looking for our next fix.
Likes were a thing of the past,
we didn't just want digital affirmation anymore,
we needed to feel more powerful.
Of course this was just something we created in our mind because we saw others gaining this perceived 'power',
of course if you can,
in your mind,
research,
copy,
paste,
spellcheck
- everything a computer could do,
you would seem more capable of a human,
but in reality,
once you left your mind's energy up for just processing power,
you were nothing more than a machine...
some of us let our minds go entirely,
favouring searches and what is already known to fill in the blanks for our own exploratory research.
Mods weren't cheap.
But so many people were willing to pay for convenience.
- mods help us think,
they can schedule our lives.
- certain ones are just cognitive enhancers,
basically a microcomputer that knows which electrical impulses to fire in your brain for improved cognitive functions,
muscle controls or even releases of certain chemicals (serotonin)
- Others are just things like ocular mods (contact screens)
- Viruses are terrifying.
- New wave of humans who choose to be 'fed' - near braindead. Enabled to know made unknowing,
allowed to follow,
sometimes the struggle is necessary.
Reporter
main character either snaps back into reality or
overpower systems with willpower
she sees past the hiccups of self
and knows how to command the bots
break it down, robot girl,
make the demons dance for you,
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Canvas sits in dim lit cars
While silver trails into the stars
My pipe breathes just beneath the seat
Where art and people meet.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
Who am I?
The kid who likes music and art?
The annoying kid
Who never pays attention?
The kid who
After discovering it one day
Due to boredom,
Likes Body mods?
Who am I?
The one crippled kid
Who everyone seems to pity?
Boy?
Girl?
Both?
Neither?
That one gay kid?
Who am I?
I remember
I used to have tons of friends,
Where did they go?
Why can't i remember
The good times I used to have?
I shut them all out,
I can't remember if i meant too
or not.
Who am I?
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
Wind blows softly over grass, caressing every blade
free to dance and love and sing
left to travel, float and fly, to visit every glade
adventuring across the globe in a glorious drifting fling
we are the same as the wind, if we choose to be
to live life freely, to love where we will
wandering forth with smiling mods glowing openly
overflowing hearts spilling endlessly as a poets scratching quill
Yes the wind is free, as we can be, though it will never know
what it means to stay still in a time and place
to get incredibly lost in a person, ignoring times flow
laying there still, silent and smiling, staring at your face
to be no longer needing to wander, curiosity paused
to be happy to live sights already lived, ecstatic i would say!
though all things fade, in sadness this is known and caused
all things move and change, all things drift away
there is pain in this, a hurt that digs and burns
and in this we know something the wind does not
that this love, through pain and wonder, this is for what we yearn!
Yes the wind is free, to see the earth and experience every jot
we are can find what the wind cannot, no matter where it flows
we can choose to be more then just a wind
and, by the gods, just watch us grow!
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
It never fails he would say- looking my way,
to the lonely eyes that see beyond the stars,
yet they shine so fair like the moon
eyes that change with mods,
a heart full of love and cheerfulness,
cares so deeply for others
and has been through plenty
now that is what I call poetry.
- Judy Emery © 1999 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 2:07 PM UTC
In the artefact of Dreamland, resurrected wooden rides
hope for countless bookings,
though the drunks
still come to the Mechanical Elephant
for their morning well-being.
Buyer beware
cameras with broken meters are displayed
from the last camera shop
We are witnessing the flaming of the sands
that still remembers Mods and Rockers
with a montage of photographs at the train station's entrance
including two girls
tearing each others hair out,
ominously welcomes the expected arrivals
from the four corners of the social,
making this as exciting
as a holiday weekend in Hither Green
without the sea.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
My hometown was rough
because teddy boys and mods and rockers
off the cargo ships from Glasgow and the docks
and slums of England rocked the streets
and knocked the local toughs
out silly with their knuckledusters.
They also slashed them with their razors and their chains.
Yeah, but my friends and I had a revolver
when we were kids
and we used to try and shoot out streetlights
on dark and stormy nights.
We missed, but we could have shot
those boaties close up for all their street frights and
all their ****** peccadilloes like ******* local girls
and leaving a league of nations in their wake.
We didn't pull the trigger there,
but they shouldn’t have got away with snickering
among themselves that they could
pull girls’ knickers down when they wanted,
and scare us with their their flick knives.
We let them get away with thinking
we were easy pickings
in that small town where I was born.
But it’s just as well, really.
I'm glad we didn't take their lives.
Mike T Minehan
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
I want to write a rap, but I don't think I got it in me
Kick it with my girl and marvel at our scars symmetry
I'm bothered by the ministry
Trying to tell me these churches work in synergy
Well I don't believe it
Take a priest as a slave, lash out, and beat it
While I'm contemplatin suicide, getting more heated
Having conversation with cold eyes where his severed head is seated!
I **** with Jesus!
Frowning upon his subjects for their tattoos and their body mods
I Speak with more sin than the ancient priests of Babylon
While I babble on,
I'm purely evil,
I'm sitting with a ****** rifle, perched on the steeple
My rage burns at a higher temperature than Jet diesel
Been festering inside, nursing it like it was fetal
Now I feel it's time for societies upheaval
I'm fully loaded
A poetic god ready to separate the broken from the chosen,
You can try to warm my heart but I assure you that **** is frozen
Take the first shots, Breathe in, line em up in my focus
Not anything escapes from this area that I be scopin'
I'm homicidal,
I'm on my set quest to rid the pests of false idols
Don't you move Mr. Preacher Man, I'm aiming for ya vitals
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
Oh we have danced in the discotech with partners of all nations when after liberation we all danced to the songs of liberty. Under all our flags united. As time went by we stopped dancing and others came With new music and one flag. But like mods and rockers they could not dance together and fought away from the sound of the music. Now the only tunes played are national anthems as rebel rousers for dancers, who don't dance and don't know the words to the songs. Cries of patriotism yet dressed as nationalists.
Calls to arms were peace held a fragile embrace like the elderly tangoing.
Now the new dancers don't dance. They sit on the edges of the room causing fights.
Soon the discotech will bar our entry and then when others are barred too, Groups and gangs will form and fighting begin again, like the days before the discotech.
Who will be the bouncers this time.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
Whatever may be circumstances and whatever may be odds
But no one can debar me my sweetheart with in your company
Do you know what you are to me as mod of mods god of gods
You are like a golden glow in sheer darkness so sweet and sunny
Love at first sight and beauty at eternal height is what I understand
Fragrance is everywhere as beauty has touched edge of eternity
Light has spread everywhere on the sky and on entire universe,land
Every one is bound to understand that you are wonderful and pretty
Love is always on forefront to kiss the paces of beauty with passion
I am your staunch lover and intend follow whatever may be traces
Beauty in its own charm and graces portray whatever is best fashion
How can I save myself from assaults of your saucy and tasty graces
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
The Shok-tod waddled down, the avenues of despair
Holding out his corro-pod, for everyone was there
As chem-adids rolled out, and gasped, full of dismay
Wailing at the alcha-mids, in rank and full display
****** if done or not, no recourse for the dead
It's not like he didn't try, no lack of words he'd said
The desi-mods and few-perod, had nothing to compare
So they gis-relfed their bolog-wed, and quipped, of C'est La Guerre
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
We celebrate, don't we.
We celebrate celebrity, don’t' we.
Fame and fortune, apprehended while still alive,
we celebrate such aims
hit. Right on.
We worldly humus beings,
highest bits of the dust of the earth;
we,
self evidently know, in side, on the
inside of what we are,
there is an idea of being measured for worth,
by the joy you
use by right to stir the old ideas that once formed gods.
we feel the flow, we know more blessed to give,
than receive, given and given
evidence of all we know we never see
overwhelming the hope
deferred heart sick
deception post reception, too late,
the fix is in. The heart is new, not twisted, designed,
with that magnificent aortal vagus CNX action,
swirling the field of all we imagine into
watchaseeswattchgit
Hide, and watch… there is no whimper
when this bubble of been
is popped.
But its not a bang, more a hiss
or a sigh.
The
traditional medium, words,
thinking, the thinking thing seems to think
somethings
missing
something is
missing a sense of
why
mass and matter whats whats whats
first things first
wise arises as a character trait,
wait - there was a chance all hell could be imagined
as real as any thing, so we made some mods on V.2.1,
biome factors...
-- time, yeah, time is a factor, but not luck…
patience, per
fect love casts out fear, not
perfect aim.
good wins, try again
Fear not. Death has no sting.
That's it, God's own
fear fix, so low we go with this sci used,
just right, so
life always wins,
using sci-,
hence, no lie forms from truth,
no imaginable evil ever exists, never is perfectly empty.
panspermia pandaemonium psy=sci
wit use of knowns, we try
umph, and be come
at worst a proven unthinkable thing.
celebrity (n.)
late 14c.,
"solemn rite or ceremony,"
from Old French celebrité "celebration"
or directly from Latin celibritatem
(nominative celebritas)
"multitude, fame,"
from celeber
"frequented, populous"
(see celebrate).
Meaning "condition of being famous" is from c. 1600;
that of "a famous person" is from 1849.
When the old gods withdraw,
the empty thrones cry out for a successor,
and with good management,
or even without management,
almost any perishable bag of bones may be hoisted into the vacant seat.
[E.R. Dodds, "The Greeks and the Irrational"]
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=celebrity>
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 8:36 PM UTC
Can somebody tell me just when did this happen
commentary on when the bean is ready to ripen
we had tea long before time
from China down through the Himalayas, our army marched on this stuff
we all now have a new flavoured taste, the humble cup of tea is now considered a crime
From the elegance of Earl Grey to the builder’s cup of Yorkshire
to be handed this over a mocha or latte, oh how those new snobs do sneer
seventy pence for that cup of drivel, I would rather die a thirsty death
a bit like shopping in Lidl, only at my last breath
Sitting down with paper in hand, let me look like I’m part of a movement
I’m one of you, were part of a clan, our work taking up life’s joyous fulfilment
Order a bagel or maybe a donut, take a box back for the guys in HR
I know I’m being ripped off, but best look like a toff, as I struggle to pay for my flash car
And there we have it and what we create, a brand now known in our time
from the mods to the rockers and onto the 80’s yuppie,
to be different is seen as a crime
They rock up to work, Costa in hand as they clock in with their key fobs
for these are the people of today and will always be seen
as the new age coffee snobs.
JJB
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
I felt something awesome
Every time I saw you.
Maybe I was desperate,
And wanted one thing to be true.
Then you came around,
Asked me something I'll never forget.
"How do you delete a thread?"
"Show me the link,
I'll tell the mods."
A link was posted.
I clicked.
Love lingered somewhere,
The false and the real.
When you delete the false,
You leave the real.
Delete.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
Games of war, have always been war games.
Von Neuman and A. E. Wildersmith and I were
reasoning with a wandering mind claiming
-bug in my eye
me me em meme, I think we missed a reason for war.
-stop actual bug
tic
Is there one that does not steal, **** and destroy, nay.
Is this a thief's old trick, watch
take your time…
tic
The Naval Electronic War Simulator -c.1960
What're the odds based on known unknown?
Rand,
AI is un biased, mono options outcomes are not,
so we live
double minded, who is responding to morphic resonic
we we we
memeing miming silent
plots, stories telling stories as if once there were these
beings
sent to serve the man kind who think,
curiously,
acting the role of kurio, I think I am a thinking thing,
not a man,
smaller than a breadbox, if that is still
a common clue,
one end gives moo,
the other gives poo,
those males of the bovine ilk…
none remain who know it all, there was a fall,
a wall fell in some in Silo- am I sure sure I heard
word o'good smite me with blithering idiocy so as
none
recall the lies, when I said,
this is that way, and it was
really this way, all along the watchtower, nothing,
ever, but joker's
making thieves confess,
there need be no such way out of here.
This is the answer to somebody else's prayer,
you and I got in by slickest trick ever played,
we said it must be true.
We happened to agree,
a we we be or else
this is
a simulation of a Turing Test with actual Von Neuman per-
petuity mods, self-governing beings thinkable as
characters by any augmented sapient, this
is now.
We are online, as they say, to all Wichita linemen,
somewhere in was.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
you are an ***
I made a poem
you yelled at me
Evann and I said,
**** YOU LOSER CHILL YOUR ****
and he said like a pshyco
"No U LoSEr"
and now I am forced to take desperate measures
**** you,
-the entire site
Ps, we reported you to the mods :)
pps, hey could you guys knock some sense into this man he blocked us ****
ppps, ur mommie said you can't raid area 51 bc u bulli me :))))))))))))))))
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
Personal. Me, I gotta assume you are.
aware I live with grandchildren,
the old fashioned way oldness is taken care of
as it occurs to me.
It gives me an edge on others.
Reader, dear
if you know my work, your price was
dear indeed, as you know experience
keeps a dear school,
but such as I learned in no other.
It was free.
Now that I recall all the details with AI supplying
victual literal mods on my new wine memory
spigot
spigot, this was invented, faucets we
called 'm, then this old man,
white hair,
a hoary head, they call it, up north,
where there ain't no mo'
morning dew, but there is frost, beautiful crystals
sifting unseeable beauty forms in light,
during the night
empowered by the cold,
this frozen beauty cartoons cannot convey,
though if you sing it like a child,
dancing with yourself in the mirror,
on grandma's closet
old men may only imagine the dance, or see it,
that once
that child's unblemished wish to sing
and dance,
but not in snow. No, only here now.
She sees me see her in the mirror.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 4:41 PM UTC
A little girl was born in a square mile a babylondoner, February child, who had many sheep disguises , born in the hour of the sheep, in a house on the street where the Shepherdess Walked, travelling on the underground, one would have to stop, at Angel. Her Father called her after him, by all accounts she was the prettiest child, his fourth, her father was very vain, on this subject, it was hard for him to be humble.
Her name also had sheep, her name meant sheep, her middle name a Ram on a King. Her Father worried about the violence, the football hooligans , the fights between mods and rockers, he decided to move back to the homecountry, the country of her Mother and Fathers birth, the Emerald Isle. This coincided with an eviction notice, their house was about to get knocked down.
She moved to the plain of the Yew in the Emerald isle when she was four years old, they built a house in the town of the Castle by the river Barr, on a height that was named Harmony, that place did not often live up to it's name. Her father came from another town that was much prettier, not far away, houses and land were as rare as hen's teeth, in that town, it was not cheap either. Her Mother had an idea she wanted distance from her Mother in law, Rachel Ramona and her mother clashed a lot on ideas, but they did love each other, and Rachel understood her Mother, better than her Mother gave her credit for.
To RRK, her Mother was never there for her, her Mother had an issue with her, that is a puzzle to this day, it will probally always remain a puzzle, her Mother never talks about stuff like emotions, feelings, or the inner landscape.
RRK found refuge in the world of men from the youngest age, she felt like she belonged in that camp, this idea got her into a lot of trouble, then, now and probally in her immediate future.
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC