"nsa" poems
battling demons
or suffering PTSD
with ADHD
and OCD
on TCH
looking for LSD –
need a little TLC
from the FDA
the EPA
just went MIA
and the UN
blames the FBI
while the CIA
and the NSA
seek the PLO –
brb
LOL, IDK
the shizzle is cray cray
****** be trippin
er’ry day
like Ross say
“don’t **** wit me” –
the USA
in betrothed to the NRA
and OSHA
just gave me a passing score
at the same time as the AMA
failed my blood
stylistically, this is MLA
and functionally it’s more WWE
TNT
CNN
t’n’a --
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
I stopped calling
stopped texting
unfriended you on Facebook (LOL-not even my account....I don't have one) today
We've been friends for more than half my life
more than friends from time to time (FWB....BFF....NSA.....OMFG!)
and now it's like neither of us exists
Because you had to lie
you had to hold out....lead me on
to cover your *** for doing something I repeatedly told you to do ***
So painfully slowly I'm erasing you
deleting you
turning my mind off you (IMY :-( XO)
TTFN
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
Many people get the wrong idea as to what certain abbreviations stand for, so I'll clear it up for you.
Nintendo DS: Nintendo Derek Sanderson
NES: Neely Esposito Sanderson
WC: Wayne Cashman
3D: 3 Docders
SOS: Help
PE: Phil Esposito
ER: Erwin Rommel
SD Card: Sanderson, Derek Card
RC Car: Rodney Crowell Car
GPS: Girls' Phrases ****
BRB: Bring Reagan Back
TTYL: Ta Ta You Loser
BC: Bourque Cashman
TYMDPMFGMTITMTP: Thank You MrDrProffessor Murly For Giving Me The Idea To Make This Poem
NSA: 'Nuff Said Already
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
If I were your old flames
Would both legs and your heart fall open now?
You disregard me.
So of heat and foreign bodies
I'll take your words for gold
And be cut loose
On the run I go
Lariat still worn of course
In ill hope you come around
But I hope
They wreck me
Before you do
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
The letter puzzle.
You find these days you have a puzzle if you need help.
You have the FBI, CIA, NSA, HHS, DEA.
You have DSS NAACP NBA NFL NBA NHL
If you don't have a book to see what each one stands for.
You're *******
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
1
Well, I've dated a few guys, sure -
you know, being Ms Hyphen
I'm sociable, like to bring people together
that sort of thing
So I dated that guy Exclamation Mark
and what the hell, he was shouting all the time!
He's just too excitable, not my type
Sure, Comma was more sedate
but a little too slow for me, you know
So I gave guys like Inverted Commas and Parenthesis
a try - but hell, they were always trying to frame me
So I like said to myself, maybe I'll try someone else
from the Mark family, and woooh! - this guy
was like questioning me all through dinner
and I was like thinking to myself:
*What's with this guy? Where does he work?
At the NSA or FBI or what?*
I guess you know who I'm talking about
Well, I dated all the other guys too
like Semi-Colon and then Colon
but you know, one liked to separate;
and the other was always out
with his smartphone
listing things I said
2
So I nearly gave up dating when I thought -
*Hey what about Dash?
That's a dashing fellow surely
and he seems to be just like me*
(except he is - as is apt for a guy - long)
but he was just like Semi-Colon -
always separating people
You got to bring people together
in this world, you know;
that's what this world needs
Yes, I dated Full Stop too
but he was always getting me to stop
and besides, he said his alias was Period -
now that freaked me out, you know
*Hey, what kind of guy walks around
with a name like Period?*
I'll tell you like who's the worst guy to date, OK -
that's Apostrophe:
O listen darling, was he ever so possessive!
3
Well, I'll give my dating career a break -
maybe come next year,
I might try dating 2nd of February
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
|
Cubism brought the
omniscient narrator
into the visual arts &
|
traveling far enough
from the center of the
universe makes the universe
seem actually tiny &
finally, imperceptible,
all that is time-travel, god &
ordinary life: is relativity,
the math of the diameter;
quantum mechanics, that
of the circumference
|
the Russian avant-garde
of the 'teens & 20's
applied these principles
to typography to serve
the supposedly omniscient
Soviet State;
|
an early cold war
project of the NSA
was to fund the arts
as propaganda
|
1950's & early 60's
America saw unbridled
expressions of mass,
individual, artistic &
intellectual
creativity:
facilitated in large
part by the invention
of LSD by the CIA
|
so far the greatest mind
of recent times has been
essentially a disembodied
brain; RIP Stephen Hawking
|
the future points to our brain
being salvageable from the
polluted mess of the body;
|
Under Gretchen Carlson
Miss America is to be judged
on brains alone
|
_That's Avante-Garde, *****
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
What’s so funny?
I was remembering an Army Barracks day.
A day before Boot Camp graduation
We get our first set of official orders.
Assignments posted on bulletin board.
Striking me now so hilarious;
How the dumbest among us,
Got picked for Intelligence Corps.
Amusing the thought that
Thugs with lowest class standing
All seemed G-2 bound.
Jesus, the anchorman, got Fort Meade,
Considered The Bigs by talent scouts.
Although I was 6 foot-one,
In this or that corner
Weighing in at one hundred & 95 pounds,
My Yerkes scores too high for NSA duty.
They sent me to college instead,
Doing COINTELPRO field
Campus surveillance of
Jewish intellectuals,
John Birchers and
Radical, anti-Castro,
Cuban exiles.
The University of Miami,
Known as “Suntan U” back then.
Miami: the eye of the storm in 1972.
A Republican Convention in progress.
New wine in old wineskins;
No thing to write home about.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
standing in line
for mail
at the homeless shelter downtown
get a stamp…or
two?
letters
that fill her hand she’s writing
to the FBI
writing to the CIA
the DEA
perhaps the NSA
wonder
what she wrote?
some days
she tells
of shadow people who plot
and scheme
she hides from
ghosts
and their attacks
they track her
she hides
inside a dream
or more accurately, constant nightmare.
she talks to people in the air
rambled words
furtive glances
she listens
what are the words that are being said
but then
who cares
no one knows those words
just Crazy Mary.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
When I'm with my baby
I know I'll always have a job
She keeps my life so busy
I'm never nodding off
Occupational hazard
Is what my baby breeds
I feel like Merle...always Haggard
If you know what I mean
Some days she is a walk in space
Guess that makes me an Astronaut
Other days a Florist
As I arrange her Forget Me Nots
I've even been a Farmer
When she leaves me standing out in left field
Also working in the Dairy
As she cries over spilt milk
This girls is definitely a workout
So add Body Builder to my resume
And some of the things I've found out
I'd put the NSA to shame
Don't forget Taxi Driver
As she runs me all over town
Also Professional Mover
With my heart continually moving South
I've become a top notch Surgeon
The times that my hearts removed
And a teacher of higher education
When each lesson learned is new
Yes, when I'm with my baby
I know I'll always have a job
As she keeps my life so busy
No way am I nodding off
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
loading more guys...
loading more guys...
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loading more guys...
headless torsos only no fems
under 150 only
white skin only sorry not racist
likes lonely walks not holding hands in public 'cause that's ****
NSA only please
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
1. He created obamacare
2. He is letting in a the ******* illegals and put them on welfare
3. His wife
4. Obamas ugly *** dog
5. He is always spying on us with the NSA
6. He hates the NRA
7. He doesn't like heavy metal
8. Is against the constitution
9. His wife is against KFC
10. Thinks ethanol is actually good
I could go on forever but i dont want to bore you
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
I am French and Coloradonian.
I strongly dislike the color orange. Purple is better.
I love vanilla ice cream.
I don't like chocolate flavored anything. It tastes weird to me.
I haven't watched TV in nearly five years.
I haven't gone a day without music.
I am married to my guitar. Her name is Nora.
My best friend is Monty the Dog. He is a dog.
I am attracted to women.
I am a ****** to men.
I think red heads are ******* hot.
I like the number 50.
Facebook is evil. The NSA watches you.
I used ****** for six months.
I snorted ******* for a few months as well.
I smoke *** currently.
I smoke cigarettes currently.
If I had to give up everything, and could only keep one thing...
...I'd keep coffee.
I love Coffee.
My sister Chelsea tried to **** me. *****
I am random, and can't keep on one subject for too long.
Ooh! Shiny things!
Poetry has kept me on this road for years.
I once wrote a song about pizza. It's probably my best song.
I don't like pizza.
I used to have long hair, but it tried to strangle me in my sleep, so I killed it.
For some stupid reason, my mother named me Abigail Hollow.
(last name excluded)
Why would she do that? I don't know.
I still have a razor flip phone. All the rage, years ago.
I haven't slept on a bed in four years.
I order McDonalds food for Monty the Dog. He's the only one who eats it...
The only girl I ever truly loved died of cancer.
My mom wants me to come home.
I don't believe in God, but I love everybody just the same.
Except Steve Buscemi. He scares me.
What do you think of me so far, my lovely fellow poets?
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
Browsing, surfing, clicking
From inane, to insane, to profane
Running down a rabbit hole
That rewires every brain
Stumbling, bumbling, tripping
Into troll caves and lucid irrelevance
“Welcome to the interwebz, I’ll be your guide!”
Cries the three toed unicorn elephant
Museum of human ignorance
Vortex of time and creativity
At least Pre-NSA
We had some anonymity
Wellspring of inspiration
But don’t trade watching for doing
The internet gives and takes from us
And there’s a high price for using
Such worthless brilliance
Human biology isn’t ready
To start slurping up
This endless virtual piece of spaghetti
Grant virtual power to the people
So we virtually feel free
While you track and categorize every click
And quantify our humanity
I’m not asking to cut down the tree
But dead branches need trimming
I’m not asking to drain the reservoir
But stop sinking, start swimming
I’m not asking to cut the cord
Just intermittent unplugging
Don’t unload the gun
Just don’t aim at your forehead
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
As the rain is drumming against the pavement
I hurdle over
The clenched arms
Of couples kissing before class
Whispering into each other's mouths
"I'll miss you"
Please keep your pants on
You'll see each other in one hour
Assistant principal
Pushing people to class
Sweeping halls
Like the NSA
Sweeping Sarah Palins email
Swerving around students stalling
In the center of the hall
Screen shooting
Their recently opened snapchats
Bulldozing my way through
High school cliques
Huddled around that cute boys locker
I finally make it to physical science
And I'm wondering
If god passed physical science
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
sheesh Eliot,
half the poets miffed at your
unintended deriding,
but sexism in poetry a knife made
from a man's rib dividing, again?
too cruel to contemplate for defending
perhaps the site hijacked by the NSA,
doing the bidding of ten old white men?
as recompense go to thy server,
code in an alternating name starting today,
ShePo somehow springs to mind
Mother's Day an excellent commencement
to begin our regendering
P. S. everybody knows I am a girl, right?
It occurs to me,
perhaps not everybody aware
of the inside joke,
the e-joke,
Nat is short for
Natalie
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
If only, if only I could think of one line.
I would write anything. Carroll-ing,
in Wonderland, ring, bing, ting, ting,
but in actuality, that is the sands of time
“Passing Me By” – like the Pharcyde, far side.
Anything, I would write. Insects, parasites,
diseases. God forbid if I wrote about Jesus.
I need something to quill that I cannot resist,
I will, believe this. I take the keyboard swiftly...
but the key is, I’m bored; mind keeps shifting.
Write anything – I would. True Yoda –isms,
Star wars, chores, ignorance galore; I’m bored
Of uncovering the ills of NSA’s PRISM.
****** I want to travel! A world to explore
And unravel; out there are words to score.
Would I Write Anything? I’ll just sit here
Like the man on the marble slab. Blank screens,
White walls, smoke green and sip all the beer.
It’s weird, I’ll sit here and it hits me sometime.
If only, if only I could think of one line.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
To the top you gotta go far
Shortcuts only lead to cut short
Couple drops to the bottom I left the local bar
Another day another night fire burns like a torch
I know the thrill is a sport
To many wrong turns on the wrong path and I'm in court
Plus the ref ***** ***** rigged now its got me all outta sorts
Can't quit a mission James never hit abort
Bonds when i swing
White when I sing, a young lion like Barry wit a 40 on the porch
I don't give a **** about a thing
Stressing over every little thing
Really just wanna spread my wings
**** being cliche **** playing safe each day you can't live free this way
So it's my way or you can hit the traffic on the freeway
See my vibes a cool breeze wit a lil Hayes
Soul man wit a shaft that'll make em say
**** the DEA and the CCA
Perfect GPA, so shawtys high grade
Give her protein to build the muscles in the brain
...9 lives but I leave the ***** slain
Mastering this lion in a cage that's untamed
Thought I was insane til I learned bout chi
**** meditating to get free
See we're all the same but all unique
I've been in a daze for 9 months and weeks
Smacking myself to see if I'm asleep
The NSA surveilling all the sheep
Stand your ground law but what about peace
Eric Snowden was just the slightest breach
Gotta do this to heal the soul i dont preach
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Across the purple mountain majesties,
flowing fields, and amber waves of grain.
The eagle flaunts wings of liberty,
she is focused, gazing without refrain.
Even intrusive when one is snowed in,
the eagle watches and "protects" us all,
but the masses refuse to be smitten.
The once omnipresent eye exists galled.
Indecision, haunting the eagle's eye
whilst law favors liberty's wing - A moot
adjourns amongst her eye and our disguise.
Expanding wisdom laments her eye - left shrewd.
But now, why at all be concerned?
Now, the eye's chances fall under one-third.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
I wonder what it would be like to rid the world of digital chat lines.
I think it's time we deleted IM.
Yes, I admit it's convenient and fast and easy and cheap but
It pays a much higher price.
Think about a life with no edited conversatios
In real life, you said what you could without having to think about it.
Even if it was embarrassing.
Even if it was stupid.
Hell, even if it was a little creepy.
I think it's cute when people stumble and trip over things they've said.
Have you seen a boy blush when he accidentally blurts out her likes you?
Its the best thing... the imperfection of people.
There will be no backspace, no second shot
No record for the NSA to use for future blackmail.
Won't you be more careful of the words you say then?
Won;t you be more kind?
Won't you choose words more carefully?
Won't you shed your veils and shine?
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
3-19-2014
I feel torn again. The sky has been a consistent white, the white of dull, sad, desolate winter, for three straight days I can’t help wonder if someone, somewhere, is collecting data on social networking sites and analyzing moods based off what is being posted. If weather changes moods and weather is a subject of conversation, surely someone with the access would find a pattern interesting? Anthropological-technology studies must be popular somewhere. I’m sure someone could be focusing on weather, moods, and who is affected, especially if the HARP conspiracy is accurate and weather modification is possible. Besides that, and the prospect of our environment and climate being controlled as well as the NSA keeping a close watch on us, I have been thinking a lot about my place in the world and what I want to do.
Do I want to go to school? If so, I’d need to save up to move out, then begin saving in general, and essentially tie myself to pointless jobs for the next several years. Do I want to make a difference? How could I, unless I was to reject all social conventions and mores decided by the capitalistic corporotacracy in which we live? Do I have the courage to be radical? What would I sacrifice in deciding to be, and deciding not to be?
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
I can't stand myself. I'm scared that if I let myself think, I'll spiral so far down that I'll never come back up for air. I don't want to be crazy. I don't. I don't want visions from God. I don't want to see the cameras, check the locked door six more times, shake when the tires veer too close to the curb. I don't want to scream every time I see my reflection blink. I don't want to see my reflection blink. How do I convince myself that I still have time to build a life worth living when I lose myself every day in my delusions? Will I one day stop returning to reality? Will I still have time to build a life worth living if I don't? Do I live in the rot, let it consume me and wait to forget, or do I make something of myself, just to lose it the next time I have an episode? I lose hours talking to myself. I lose myself in the hours in between. And I'm terrified to lose everything. I religiously keep receipts and old packaging, mementos of every average Tuesday evening, because what if what if what if? What if I reach thirty and do not remember being twenty two? What if this is all I have to remember that I had a life before I lost it? What if I don't reach thirty and this collection of memories is the only thing left of me? Does a person's potential die when their mind begins to lie, or when they begin to believe it? I don't know if I have psychotic episodes anymore. It's more like episodes of lucidity to break up my average day of hiding from the NSA or my landlord or my neighbor or the ghosts or the devil or God or my mother or myself. Will I ever be a real person? If I build a life worth living, will I have my mind long enough to settle into it? I look to the future and there's a fog I can't quite see through. I'm afraid when I get there, that the past will look the same.
Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 6:12 PM UTC
Everything else for me ends here and now...
I have found the way,
and I have discovered how.
Exactly what I will say,
and hope you all realize the time is now.
We must unite to take back what is ours.
We must work for the greater good.
We must DEMAND a fair and beautiful nation.
Where no one is judged on beliefs about creation,
Where no one can tell us we have to do this.
Where no one is born into less than livable conditions the government lets persist.
WHERE NO ONE IS HATED FOR THEIR RACE.
Where no one can stand to hate while looking love in the face.
WHERE NO ONE IS BETTER THAN THE POOREST MAN,
JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE MORE WEALTH IN THEIR HANDS.
I AM BEGGING THE WORLD TO SEE ME.
I just want us all to be set free
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC