"overproduced" poems - Hello Poetry

Pain in the thighs from the endless straddles Pin ****** in the ribs from a poorly made white willows dress All are things much desired by a pudgy adolescent female A garment of ill conceived freedom An illusion Of frolic in utopia It was just a small gate way to the mud caked feet And into the auto eclipses Of stargazing zombies Those still relied on vintage kaleidoscopes All Full of cracks See in her bleeding ignorance the shores still remained open Turquoise schooners unleashed The tree tops were still aching to be claimed Reincarnated as a paradise for attractive drifters Not even the all mouth beasts can contain her patented enthusiasm The straw huts break for assembly under a tiny hand Too bad the cracks have been secured The air was kept to boil and stain the linoleum Echoes of a puritan called to action The streams soon hardened to form plastic shelving And the orange flowers collapse to form packing materials Onto the plastic shelving is were we placed the books The books that know that freedom is just copy right infringement And life is a micromanaging instruction Designed to make workers eat their own demise Grid-less prosperity cremated in the corner of a starter home Only an anthropologic mistake Meant to ward of a mass pandemic of sudden infant death syndrome The pudgy filled girl, The comedic car and the overproduced dress They will learn the value of a hot meal and a good ******** The dreamers almost stole her away in their patchwork parachute But we sent her away to Universidad And the world is her worthless cluster ****

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Nov 30, 2010

Nov 30, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC

sparkles-asparagus

and the camels pray for you

Pain in the thighs from the endless straddles Pin ****** in the ribs from a poorly made white willows dress All are things much desired by a pudgy adolescent female A garment of ill conceived freedom An illusion Of frolic in utopia It was just a small gate way to the mud caked feet And into the auto eclipses Of stargazing zombies Those still relied on vintage kaleidoscopes All Full of cracks See in her bleeding ignorance the shores still remained open Turquoise schooners unleashed The tree tops were still aching to be claimed Reincarnated as a paradise for attractive drifters Not even the all mouth beasts can contain her patented enthusiasm The straw huts break for assembly under a tiny hand Too bad the cracks have been secured The air was kept to boil and stain the linoleum Echoes of a puritan called to action The streams soon hardened to form plastic shelving And the orange flowers collapse to form packing materials Onto the plastic shelving is were we placed the books The books that know that freedom is just copy right infringement And life is a micromanaging instruction Designed to make workers eat their own demise Grid-less prosperity cremated in the corner of a starter home Only an anthropologic mistake Meant to ward of a mass pandemic of sudden infant death syndrome The pudgy filled girl, The comedic car and the overproduced dress They will learn the value of a hot meal and a good ******** The dreamers almost stole her away in their patchwork parachute But we sent her away to Universidad And the world is her worthless cluster ****

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False heroism and modern mythology Have constructed a malignant effigy Of ourselves for our future An unforeseen result, unforetold in scriptures What is to come, Will surely cause harm All of our deeds Will soon make this flesh bleed Environmental neglect Only does reflect All these actions done by us to Our own lives and future What is said in all scriptures But who's to care? False patriotism and political plots Dividing and devouring All mankind and their morals This is what man does in form of plural Against nature they race with rifles Sympathetic man is reduced To extinction with his feelings induced By hypocritical acts produced In support of his wanton he's adduced And his sorrows, overproduced.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC

mahdi-dn

The Apathetic Age

False heroism and modern mythology Have constructed a malignant effigy Of ourselves for our future An unforeseen result, unforetold in scriptures What is to come, Will surely cause harm All of our deeds Will soon make this flesh bleed Environmental neglect Only does reflect All these actions done by us to Our own lives and future What is said in all scriptures But who's to care? False patriotism and political plots Dividing and devouring All mankind and their morals This is what man does in form of plural Against nature they race with rifles Sympathetic man is reduced To extinction with his feelings induced By hypocritical acts produced In support of his wanton he's adduced And his sorrows, overproduced.

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I really don’t care about Valentine’s Day. I mean unless you have someone special to share it with it’s mostly just another day of over romancing couples dancing around in their perfect little harmony. Mostly, I just treat it like another day, school, library, and then swim in its exact perfect order. My own little symphony of life and Valentine’s Day is just something that might interrupt it. I’m not saying I dread it, just it depends on if you’re single or in a relationship. Personally, I’m fine being single, it’s just that Valentine’s Day when you see all the lovers and swoons, well, you feel a little lonely. I mean most of my friends have somebody and I’m fine with that, but everywhere when their “somebody” is around I feel and little intrusive and odd. As a plus though, I never have to worry about a date on Valentine’s Day and if by a miracle I get one it’s going to be with someone I feel comfortable around, so I really don’t have to stress it. On down side though, is so many couples end in tragedy do to the internet. People say and do things there you’d never expect and that can effect a relationship badly. He might like the wrong picture or she might talk to the wrong guy. Plus, with internet dating you never really know who you’re really “in love” with. It’s so easy to lie on the internet, how can you know the person is who they say they are? Also, money can ruin a relationship. What if he didn’t get you anything or you got him something cheap? See, these are all perfectly logical reasons of how easy single is. Sometimes though, you miss the love in your heart, head, and body, the feel of a warm embrace, and the strength that comes from something as easy as a held hand. Love is just a overproduced emotion that can be real or fake. Oh well though, I’m not the only one who must feel this way. Is anyone out there that has the same thoughts and feelings?

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May 16, 2013

May 16, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC

jamie-taylor-holt

Valentines

I really don’t care about Valentine’s Day. I mean unless you have someone special to share it with it’s mostly just another day of over romancing couples dancing around in their perfect little harmony. Mostly, I just treat it like another day, school, library, and then swim in its exact perfect order. My own little symphony of life and Valentine’s Day is just something that might interrupt it. I’m not saying I dread it, just it depends on if you’re single or in a relationship. Personally, I’m fine being single, it’s just that Valentine’s Day when you see all the lovers and swoons, well, you feel a little lonely. I mean most of my friends have somebody and I’m fine with that, but everywhere when their “somebody” is around I feel and little intrusive and odd. As a plus though, I never have to worry about a date on Valentine’s Day and if by a miracle I get one it’s going to be with someone I feel comfortable around, so I really don’t have to stress it. On down side though, is so many couples end in tragedy do to the internet. People say and do things there you’d never expect and that can effect a relationship badly. He might like the wrong picture or she might talk to the wrong guy. Plus, with internet dating you never really know who you’re really “in love” with. It’s so easy to lie on the internet, how can you know the person is who they say they are? Also, money can ruin a relationship. What if he didn’t get you anything or you got him something cheap? See, these are all perfectly logical reasons of how easy single is. Sometimes though, you miss the love in your heart, head, and body, the feel of a warm embrace, and the strength that comes from something as easy as a held hand. Love is just a overproduced emotion that can be real or fake. Oh well though, I’m not the only one who must feel this way. Is anyone out there that has the same thoughts and feelings?

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This began as a criticism of overproduced, hammy, yowly, look-at-me, as-arranged-by-a-junior-high-assistant-band-director interpretations of the National Anthem. It deteriorated. I blame the Russians. Does Anyone Sing the National Anthem These Days? Because Francis Scott Key was all about Who-Whoa-Whoa and Yay-Yay-Yay A minute or so of recorded music Over-produced in that insta-emo style Then followed by “Whoa whoa yay oh yay whoa Whoa yay yay yay whoa oh yay whoa whoa whoa Whoa yay oh yay whoa whoa yay yay yay whoa Oh yay whoa whoa whoa whoa yay oh yah Yay whoa whoa yay yay yay whoa oh yay whoa Whoa whoa whoa yay oh yay whoa whoa yay yay Yay whoa oh yay whoa whoa whoa yay yay It’s all about me-me-me-me-me-meeeeeeeeeeemeeeeeeeeeeeemeeeeeeee!” Followed by – Baseball: “Play ball!” Racetrack: “Gentlemen, start your engines!” Rodeo: “Gentlemen, start your cattle!” The federal government’s Outer Continental Shelf Oil & Gas Lease Sales Close: “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s open your sealed bids!” School: “Teachers, start your sophomores.” Austin, Texas City Council: “And now, Comrade Muffin Snort-Ponsonby, BA, MA, MEd, Chair Emerita of the Travis County Sensitivity League, will chant her original composition, “Spiritual Wind-Song Ode to Comrade Stalin.”

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Apr 11, 2017

Apr 11, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Does Anyone Not Yowl the National Anthem?

This began as a criticism of overproduced, hammy, yowly, look-at-me, as-arranged-by-a-junior-high-assistant-band-director interpretations of the National Anthem. It deteriorated. I blame the Russians. Does Anyone Sing the National Anthem These Days? Because Francis Scott Key was all about Who-Whoa-Whoa and Yay-Yay-Yay A minute or so of recorded music Over-produced in that insta-emo style Then followed by “Whoa whoa yay oh yay whoa Whoa yay yay yay whoa oh yay whoa whoa whoa Whoa yay oh yay whoa whoa yay yay yay whoa Oh yay whoa whoa whoa whoa yay oh yah Yay whoa whoa yay yay yay whoa oh yay whoa Whoa whoa whoa yay oh yay whoa whoa yay yay Yay whoa oh yay whoa whoa whoa yay yay It’s all about me-me-me-me-me-meeeeeeeeeeemeeeeeeeeeeeemeeeeeeee!” Followed by – Baseball: “Play ball!” Racetrack: “Gentlemen, start your engines!” Rodeo: “Gentlemen, start your cattle!” The federal government’s Outer Continental Shelf Oil & Gas Lease Sales Close: “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s open your sealed bids!” School: “Teachers, start your sophomores.” Austin, Texas City Council: “And now, Comrade Muffin Snort-Ponsonby, BA, MA, MEd, Chair Emerita of the Travis County Sensitivity League, will chant her original composition, “Spiritual Wind-Song Ode to Comrade Stalin.”

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