"parroted" poems
The line didn't move, though there were not
many people in it. In a half-hearted light
the lone agent dealt patiently, noiselessly, endlessly
with a large dazed family ranging
from twin toddlers in strollers to an old lady
in a bent wheelchair. Their baggage
was all in cardboard boxes. The plane was delayed,
the rumor went through the line. We shrugged,
in our hopeless overcoats. Aviation
had never seemed a very natural idea.
Bored children floated with faces drained of blood.
The girls in the tax-free shops stood frozen
amid promises of a beautiful life abroad.
Louis Armstrong sang in some upper corner,
a trickle of ignored joy.
Outside, in an unintelligible darkness
that stretched to include the rubies of strip malls,
winged behemoths prowled looking for the gates
where they could bury their koala-bear noses
and **** our dimming dynamos dry.
Boys in floppy sweatshirts and backward hats
slapped their feet ostentatiously
while security attendants giggled
and the voice of a misplaced angel melodiously
parroted FAA regulations. Women in saris
and kimonos dragged, as their penance, behind them
toddlers clutching Occidental teddy bears,
and chair legs screeched in the food court
while ill-paid wraiths mopped circles of night
into the motionless floor.
10.3k
*
When FATE and DESTINY
Makes BELOVEDz-LOVERZ meet
And when they Open up
Their hearts & SOUL
To show their ETERNAL AGAPE LOVE
On display to the society and world
It'll be an apocalypse moment of LOVE
******
The modern age we live in
Where each person is hidden behind
A fake mask of artificial shallow-ness
Speaking parroted knowledge
Of ineffectual education
When LOVING dismantles
Such faulty veils of life
It'll be an apocalypse moment of LOVE
*****
BELOVEDz-LOVERz always shower
Joy and happiness to one-another
Only they understand
The hidden POWERS of LOVE
Read between the lines of these words
Understand what LOVER-Z eyes are saying
Once LOVERz-BELOVEDz eyes
Blink in synchronized ONENESS
The world will wake-up from
Their wasted slumber of
Rat-racing success, power & wealth
It'll be an apocalypse moment of LOVE
*******
When the heart of flowers
Will burn with LOVE
Those times the dew drops
Will emit insatiable LOVE fire
This season
When the Nature will nurture
LOVE flowers to bloom
In every corner of planet earth
The sky will adore itself
With a billion color rainbows
It'll be an apocalypse moment of LOVE
*
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
she sits - eyes darting side to side,
eating the atmosphere, chewing carefully,
rosebud mouth moist, lips open a space,
hands fidgeting in her shallow concaved lap ..
woman leans forward to stroke wayward
tendril from wide forehead - a sign of excellence
to some just that, to others smart phrenology;
tendril defies maternal meaning to spring
like a diver from top board thrill
to fall once more upon laughing brow,
how young child loves the tickling touch
she never receives from mother -
she who urges piano practice, eight to ten,
dancing lessons, eleven to one,
geography, history and Latin tutelage
with woman ancient her and morbid more,
afternoon alternate curriculum and oboe,
catechism, times-tables, spellings parroted..
when night calls child to sleep,
she curls her softness into a knot, tight
and unforgiving, ******** tears from
sea blue eyes so they weep 'pon Egyptian
cotton sheets to dilute the ***** drips of
progidy’s day by day nightmare..
child needs, child yearns for what she
does not know, kettle drum heart throbbing..
longs to run in meadows mossy bright,
longs to see dirt under sweetheart nails;
in dreams she rides ponies ********
and soars sky, dances clouds, kisses moon..
but then, morning vivid with sane insanity
she wakes in an open cage, in a different room..
rebelled, she did, small fragile six year old;
today, today, today her mind is empty,
hands fluttering butterflies, eyes bright, innocence
faded, but laughing..laughing..laughing, free.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
Put past
The pretence of protection.
Propagandising
her preciousness
is prohibited -
proprietorial
preparation
for ***********
Parents paw
the pretty pretty
Pa approves the partner
partner plucks the petals,
proclaiming
‘She pleases me,
pleases me not’ -
matters not one jot.
Pet and preen
her perilous perfection
a prophylactic
precaution,
in place
of progression,
promotion,
professional appreciation.
Proud paternalistic patter
imprisons.
Presidents pronounce
on *****
parroted by ******
and pissheads.
Petty, pathetic
and petrified
of power,
placing people
in parentheses
participating
in playground politics.
I’m sick
that this
paralysis
persists.
Past to present,
passed down
passed over
passed off
as perfectly
practical, natural,
a place for everyone
everyone
in place.
Please.
Parade our pride
in pyrotechnic protest
in partnership perpetual,
productive, progressive
people
as people
as people,
powerful
and equal.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
I can recognize that sound,
The aching whispers that bubble out of a million starving souls
As their bodies wilt back into the earth.
Can you hear it,
The parroted anguish of these once-bright spirits?
It could appear that our generation is lost,
Caught up in the romantic notions of wanderlust and self,
Distancing ourselves as we cry out and clutch the echoes.
Will you listen as they confess their sins,
Drawn kicking and screaming from their throats?
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
🛸🪂👣💜💔🫖💛👑🎭🚕🏫🪂🛸
I feel like The time travelers wife.
I feel your glory in this place
In that field and forest my souls wanders seeking thee
Your promises keep you present in spirit I see you in every tree
In every beautiful treasure found
by my enemy and unearthed
I see all your love manifested
A lifetime as many before
SE siente tu Gloria en todo Lugar.
Something amazing has been happenening
Something sad has been wiped out, erased remembered no more.
All is forgiven as if nothing bad ever happened, vacated with prejudice.
Your glory is felt in every place I go.
All the supernatural is being re-activated
2***Twin oaks Blvd master bedroom parroted stain-
-curse is wiped out
oh Addonai Jireh is manifesting truth
The dream has blessed the
tree lovers are redeemed their innocence proven
Something supernatural is manifested here today
Shaddai, Rdd/JPC Elohim, Jireh
So I adore Yawhe and He too manifest
himself to me
If I call on to you too beloved Elohim You'll manifest yourself
in my speech, in my thoughts.
I've sought Rafa he is manifesting
I up to Jireh and
he becomes present
Yahweh I am part of him, Rddjpc-BbaAsg
He's a prayer in church to God
remembered as something very dear and precious
Our names are written in the book of life
Jaweh Jireh Addonai Rafa Shaddai
Manifest yourselves here and now, I love you.
~~~
By- Karijinbba
Bible inspired repost.
Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 11:45 PM UTC
They called us names on the playground.
We were small. Cherubim-faced terrors with bruised knees and perpetually greasy hair.
We dreamed of our lives after college. After our first cars. Our first houses. Our first jobs. Imaginary model wives and spoiled children. The All-American Daydream.
We didn't know what college was. We could barely see over the dashboard on Auntie's old Cadillac.
We grew up.
You became a man. Good-looking, strong, covered in tattoos. Scars on your chest and scars in your head because they called us names on the playground and those curses stuck with you.
Through every needle, every pill and every doctor's visit.
It was worth the pain, you said.
You'd do it all again, you said.
Live through the taunts. Live through the nights spent screaming up at the sky and asking God why He made you that way. Why He didn't make you a he and gave you ******* and hips instead.
They called you names on the playground. They called you something that you never were and never wanted to be.
Now we've outgrown the passing fancies of shiny trucks and four-bedroom houses in quiet suburbia.
Given up a life of apple pie to live between paychecks in a ****** Brooklyn apartment.
You're happy, now.
Happier than you ever were when they called you girl as if that were an insult.
As if they didn't understand the contempt they parroted; spat, hate.
They called you a name.
Then you changed it.
Became it.
Then your name set you free.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
this morning, i could not get one breath in edgewise
as she stuck her nose in the air and told me condescendingly
how parroted prayer and mass-market worship got her closer to god
and i had to clench my teeth
to refrain from telling her
i prefer the nine inch nails version of
that.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
ZULIET: (The BelovedZ)
Just for name-sake
There are million names &
Labels to relationships
In this world
The one who drowns
In LOVING A stranger
Is the real ANGEL of LOVE
LOVE has ****** martyr's honor
That lives even after death
With every passing moment
LOVE grows younger & youthful
Those who burn the ambers of LOVE
Within their hearts and soul
Are called real true LOVERS
I am just narrating
The LOVE story Of my experiences
My Dharma, My religion, my duty is LOVE
My Karma, my destiny, my fate is LOVE
LOVE is the only dignity I hold
ROMEO: (The LOVER)
Don't YOU pride of yourself
By calling yourself a true LOVER
LOVER is the one who understands
The sadness of the one who LOVES
LOVER is the one who feels
the sufferings of the one who LOVES
Don't even tell anyone
That YOU are a LOVER
Don't even pride within YOU
That YOU believe in LOVE
What you know what LOVE is?
Huh...!?
Whatever YOU say are
Just parroted words of others
YOU DO NOT know anything of "LOVE"
YOU haven't heard or seen
The real stories of True pure AGAPE LOVE
Why do you boast so much about
Being a LOVER?
ZULIET (The BelovedZ)
LOVE is my prayer
LOVE is my worship
LOVE is my chant
LOVE is my canticle
LOVE is my liturgy
LOVE is my sacrament
LOVE is my benediction
LOVE is my devotion
My fate is that of a LOVER's
That of excruciating dire consequences
That's how one enters LOVE's heaven
ROMEO (The LOVER)
Now I feel your crying tears
Now your LOVE songs cuts my SOUL
Now I see your bleeding heart
Now I believe in your LOVE for me
*
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
Vicki Acquah :
"Shallow Thinkers" do not think past what they have been told- "Deep Thinkers" think past what they feel" and have been told- "Free Thinkers" research what they've been told- compare it to what they feel - And weigh the universal truth's against their personal truths;Against customs and beliefs. The outcomes of such behaviors objective is "Deriving at truth in its finality". The overall and final truth is “like death”.. the cause may be different the out-come the same." You will surely die". This Is the absolute truth: The only need for "absolute truth" is to be a better human while you live. If Any human being deliberately- collectively, singly; Directly or indirectly interfere with another human's right to pursue happiness,by way of religious strong arming,war,greed,rape, ****** They shall be held accountable. And will pay the "ultimate fatal penalty.
Do not force your parroted non-researched hearsay down another human's throat,Causing them to stumble. Bottom line is... Do no harm ...While living in these testing grounds on earth,
“be the best in your flesh” and your spirit will go innocent and Uncondemned. © Vicki Acquah
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
When you say this, you speak as if you reduced your own mental capacity to an ape sitting naked on the grass looking up on the sky marveling at the coming and going of the seasons.
Granted that you are somewhat stupid, but you aren't an ape. You heard this phrase from someone, and you have no idea how dangerous that person is. You parroted this phrase over and over again, and I could not give you a sufficient answer at the time.
You argue that climate science cannot predict the future, but at the same time you eat all fruits of the industrial revolution and science.
I have bad news for you.
Climate science cannot only predict the future. It can predict the future with brutally exact precision.
The climate is driven by four factors:
1. Insulation. This is the sun, the earth orbit around the sun, the configuration of the continents, etc.
2. Greenhouse gasses. Water vapor, Carbon Dioxide, and Methane.
3. Particles and aerosols. Pollutions etc.
4. Amplifications. The runaway climate change.
This is it. It is proven. You do not need to sit naked on that grass tortured by the sun. You do not need to look upon the sky marveling of the coming and going of the seasons and feel the smell of the approaching wildfire.
You can stop insinuate that you are an ape because you are no ape. You are a living person, and you have an unnecessary huge carbon footprint. For that, you should be ashamed.
Inform yourself. Learn about the changes ahead. Make use of your intelligence that you actually have. Go to YouTube and view all the videos of Potholer54, especially video five in the playlist "climate change explained, and the myths debunked".
You can be a right winger or leftist. It does not matter. You can be poor or rich. You can be afraid of Islam or terrorists. Brexit can fill you with fear. All that is meaningless. All refugees from Syria and all suffering of humanity up until now is meaningless small compared to the future predicted by science.
Embrace science.
When that is done, then we can talk about the climate again.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Long ago before the world was round
before it grew blue and sprung green
there was no song
no music
and words were flat
with sharp edges and holes
with nothing to fill them.
That was until the hummingbird hummed
and the song-thrush found its voice
and the humans,
who prospered by copying the best ideas,
lied and mimicked and parroted
until something like song
smoothed the edges
and filled the holes
until the world was full
and it's edges round
and music began
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 2:59 PM UTC