"podcasts" poems
The car showroom warehouse unit has turned into a gym overnight.
Low lit lights
highlight the out-of-work-early
joggers and the two step, bought-a-new-ipod-for-this-run, sweaty runners.
Framed central in the glass,
they bounce on mountain passes
over Swiss clear rivers and
around back through
obscure European cities,
all whilst on the spot listening
to Radio 4 podcasts from the week before.
Low cut tops offer no support for the weary
and the lifting gloves of the man
at the back are fingerless and ripped,
unlike his overweight torso, though
his BMW makes him believe that
this warehouse unit on the outskirts of
Huddersfield is the Venice beach of the North.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
In this household there’s far too much noise!...your mobile, your pager, your palmtop, your laptop, your desktop, your land-line, your radio, your plasma screen, your mp3, your ***** driver, your GPS, your audio-books, your lawn-mower, your toothbrush, your stereo, your play-station, your VCR, your hairdryer, your podcasts, your DVD player, your digital clock, your analogue clock, your juicer, my ******** your drill...
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
.
Most of the violence, and that such as he is in the Senate,
The prince wounding thousands, you have to help the helpers
and leaders; I do not want to go down; I do not know
what you are doing, The first server design uses a classic
program and she shows her sports bra - on the Sky Cam and gets a pair of free 3D
x-ray glasses,
Of brandy and white wine from the radio station to a wedding
Weddings are, and not before.
No trading, financial world. Of all the words
The reason why those,
who did not do this, that I may know I can
read the book to know how to administer treatment to
The Wall Street markets, for with thee, I will purchase other
The application will be podcasts, but also superb.
Radio and I shall not find a place for.
to worry about. And the best way to work on that.
Glasses, a robot face.
it is. 1, as John Rose after warning
Atọjade was from England, | Paul was
He moves those, it cannot be that there
are no radio waves. radio
Wedding wedding Cheer
An old man, wish to remain in the water
of the room. if we keep
I do not think we love each other.
Out of four miles he wants to get her for me; I do not know what
First, he planned to meet Temperance
When [ysbryd] appeared, | they and all the games in the program.
Cognac-colored glasses and allowed to sit in the box. for;
the radio and the wedding ceremony
One of the adults, it is said that it is not a piece of wood.
If we take care of the child and the mainstream trafficking
All the words that you know. As part of the book reads
A new way to Wall Street
Fish poisoning complaints, which is also Dutch
Big J Ray
housing; Providing a file's variations.
And a stack of channels, and the best of the best
More, and the other is not. Other applications
Best to be on the radio, and they are most suited.
Where you can also find your location color
The glass on the left hand strongly
that's the best way to a work a gram:
According to John Rose and the beautiful woman
Web England, San Pablo flies.
With the radio waves on
The radio side of the water.
|
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
I was asked if I had
A "nice day"
It's a day
It's not nice or mean
******* idiot
Repeat, repeat, repeat
That's all a sixty something
Career homemaker can do
Just shut the f*** up
I have told you before
I don't have nice days
Nice days are for idiots like you
I know you had a nice day
In front of the television
Running errands
Idiot
Stupid idiot
That does not have a life
You can ask this idiot
To stop saying the same thing
Over and over
But she can't remember
She's too stupid
Too stupid to remember
Try a different word
Besides "nice"
Life is not "nice"
You ******* idiot
What is your IQ?
Does it even reach room temperature
Go look at your iphone
Idiot
Check your email on your iphone
You know that phone does much more
Than provide emails
You can listen to podcasts
Learn about things you are interested in
But you won't do that
That's why you are the village idiot
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
OK. Today may be dull. It happens. Sure.
But tomorrow remains rife with possibilities.
Podcasts of Trump on on the value of modesty.
Street fights in several extinct languages.
Hillary wins at Detroit poetry slam.
Jihadists explode poodles in crosswalks.
Island countries wave & grin as they sink.
***** flicks found starring Merkel and Putin.
A sane, reasonable presidential election.
Angry cats with opposable thumbs rebel.
Men & women speaking & understanding each other.
Brock Turner announces *** change operation.
God announces: No More Mulligans!
Gender wars conclude. Everyone’s dead.
Debut of lost Bach Partita for Electric Kazoo.
New, hip-hop production of Treblinka: The Musical.
Shakespeare cloned. Buys poetry anthology. Dies.
End-up, instead of start-up, launches in Palo Alto.
Smart phones install apps with annoying ads on users.
Common sense becomes common again.
Victimless rhymes decriminalized.
This is America! Never two dull days.
Take Heart! Tomorrow, there be Wonders…
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
Four kings rode in with strings and skins to bring salvation to me on the streets of New Year's Eve. My friend would lend contents of bookends that induced solutions to a common teenage problem. I became incepted and indebted to the greatest escape artist, plus drowned-out voice who talked me through the agony of lonesome pains. Though association fades, those days still replay in heavy bass, or on the screaming face of a DVD case. But when handshakes are met with drunken compliments, it makes me question what it all meant. Veins no longer contain baselines or nets because the rent doesn't even cover travel expense. There are hotel pillars in a lake up town, tacky Christmas decs have been taken down, while two Jags are parked up outside dad's house. The nice-eyed lad, Welsh running track, smiling dancer and security-defying chap in a flat cap keep me from collapse. As the album dies, benign podcasts thrive. Franchise rise, repeated lines, gym life, energy drink lies and paper bag highs make laugh-cry emojis hard to find. With Wi-Fi or offline.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Check out NBN
Check out their podcasts
History or world affairs perhaps
I just started one on Secularism and Religion
In 19th century Germany
You will learn so much!
Whatever you do
Try to learn more
The life of the mind is beautiful
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
you listened to
Ricky Gervais
podcasts and
harry potter
audio books
to help you
sleep. I
remember
when your
hair was
brown.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
The main reason I've tried around five new recipes a week
and all of a sudden enjoy cooking
and the reason I've bitten my nails down to bone
and texted my good friends way too many times
fragmented and weeping with questions
and the reason I've listened to podcasts minute after minute
and audiobooks
and ******* Damien Rice's creepy voice saying the words **** you
over and over again
and have a wishlist on every overpriced bohemian rag site
and entered multiple contests guessing Bon Jovi's lyrics
to win 50 dollars to Applebees
and the reason I drink red white and blue ****** can after can
after hours that end with "AM"
and the reason I don't feel like hearing my client's problems
and catch myself in fantasies about running away or climbing up into trees and staying there for months
and the reason I go to angry slam poetry events by myself
and watch Sarah Silverman crying on the television
and snorting coke
or scrub my gums until they bleed
to taste the iron with those perfectly prepared meals
I even thought about joining a meetup group
instead I just met up with my therapist and noticed she's wearing the same sweater I am
What the hell is she going to be able to do for me?
Take my seventy dollars and run
and I keep edibles harbored in the corner of my cheek
saving the ounces for the most destitute of moments
when I hear I have to eat lunch with my in-laws at Red Robin
and be blinded by their white supremacy
That's when I get ****** as ****
and find it all funny
and the reason I sprint into the woods at night and look up at the stars
sweaty and haunted
and the reason I keep "getting lost" on my way home from work
and stalk my ex-boyfriend's babies on Facebook
and wet the pages of Charles Bukowski
and then watch his documentary and scream at the TV in horror
and the reason I buy bags and bags of peanut butter stuffed pretzels
and my laugh sounds unnervingly different every day, as if my role keeps changing from **** to lesbian to raging feminist to kitschy wife lover to Eskimo to poet
is due to the fact that I am in a long distance relationship with my own life
my own soul
my screaming energy and robustness
my color
and craving.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Listening to
A Youtube series
On the history of China
Starts in Imperial China
During the days of the warlords
China looked to Russia
To help them drive out
The warlords
And in exchange
Chinese communists would
Be accepted
The nationalists
And Communists
Worked together
To overthrow the warlords
I had a bowl of oatmeal
Small oranges
And Trader Joes
Honey Nut O's
I don't work that much
I'm poor
And happy to be that way
No plans to
Move out
Or to pay rent
I'm going to do
Exactly as I please
If they try to kick me out
I will stay at the park
I have a house key
But they would never
Do that
Because I help out
Too much here
Besides these people
Will need my help
In their old age
I like to study China
And Russia
I figure one
Or both of these countries
Will attack America
One day
Fun to learn about them
I live near the mountains
I like the mountains
A day with my friends
I had recently
It reminded me how much
I miss them
And how much time
I spend alone
I enjoy podcasts
And documentaries
I've never had ***
I dream about
Beautiful caring women
Their hair adorned
With Lilacs
And daffodils
Their sweet scented
Honeysuckle
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Young, naïve lawyer,
For-profit business school dean,
A Quixotic quest.
Idealism,
Despite the odds,
May yet win the day.
Or will it be crushed?
Humor, angst, triumph, heartbreak,
All par for the course.
Love found and love lost,
Trial by fire tempers or breaks,
Steel in life's hot forge.
Which for our young dean?
Will he too tilt at windmills,
Thinking them cruel knights?
Or will he prevail,
Stay true to his quest until,
He succeeds or fails?
You can hear me read the complete first nine chapters from my new novel referenced in this "teaser poem" in my podcasts at https://open.spotify.com/show/1zgnkuAIVJaQ0Gb6pOfQOH
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
Debauchery was in the air for all of us last night.
Neo hip hop stoner jive.
I once watched my friend break down into tears after
hearing a Phil Collins song while shopping for dinner
in a Louisville gas station.
Angela will get up and leave the room if The Reason by Hoobastank
comes on the radio and you still listen to Closing Time when you get ready for bed.
Weird phrases are hovering through the air.
I turned on the bathroom fan to avoid sitting in silence with myself and you ripped up all my potted plants and sold my favorite arm chair on craiglist.
I wake up sobbing.
You were chewing on a red pen, but i thought it was a twizzler. I worked up the courage to ask you for one.
The chainsaw love song of the jumping spider
makes the snare drums in your ears roll.
Its gold in the right light.
Even better in the under light.
I told you i think its weird that everyone buys shoes
and maybe some people feel about their shoes
the way i feel about my shoes,
Which is a good feeling.
I am writing this poem while other people
read poems that the have written also.
I am too anxious to ask people when podcasts become a thing
and what does it mean to be a podcast?
A friend once said it would be cool if your poetry professor
told you to **** off but its also cool when they get you a
glass of water at the poetry reading where you are writing poems.
I think the girl in front of me is writing a poem too.
I wonder if she writes about spiders.
I wonder if she is giving her mom a poem for her birthday.
I wonder if she drafts poems about how you make her feel but
deletes them before they burn into her laptop screen.
I wonder how you feel when you make me feel good and happy.
I hope that you feel like the way i feel when you make me feel good and happy.
I am glad we are friends. I want you to play piano with me on sunday evenings
so we can prelude into the perpetual strain of sunday to saturday.
It may, if we play loud enough, dampen the bodies of the
****** and doomed that we inhibit on weekdays.
I wish I could write poems that inspire your poems.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
Every day
Is a vacation
And no
I don't feel guilty
This is my life
I think about ***
All these beautiful women
I'll never know
I dream of them
Pleasuring themselves
I conjure up pornographic
Images is my mind
When I pleasure myself
And I feel just fine
I doubt I'll ever know a woman
I'm 32
I used to substitute teach
A 40 hour work week
Is what they preach
Hours spent online
Having ******
Conversations
People in chatrooms
And having cam to cam chats
Across the nation
It's a world of seeing
Of times and places
Various faces
All just passing through
Some go here
Others go there
It's all so bizarre
And not really fair
I have left the home
I have lived in since 1997
Slowly but surely
Climbing the stairway to heaven
Here comes that guy
The security guard
Walking Down the sidewalk
Next to the boulevard
I like documentaries
Podcasts too
I keep plastic bags in my car
In which to take a poo
Well this high fiber diet
Of mine keeps things moving
Right through
Twitch streams
What a dream
I really love
The internet it seems
At least I can make
A connection there
In a world
That is not fair
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
Black Women with the Ability to Study the Bible,
Museums Return to Kuhn, Time of Free Time Jade
West West Vedantas, 1000 Conscious View,
Ludwigsburg VZAN No People Born of Lace.
Glory is the opposite of the town's
****** illness; Government of the State Vezzer.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. The world's ruins are at the end of the world,
at the corner of Tostovo, in the hills of Horton,
and in the beams of Asia, the old prince, my water,
the glory of my son, the passages, the glass, the stars,
the children's streets. Glasses, astonishing cosmic crown.
When star stared at a starring band with a song,
and a look at some kind of cousin of the Jews,
such as Russia, Joo Boeh popped up podcasts.
***** Duplication Pages - Netsukoe,
Latin Letters School Vedic School, Tou Tum;
Christopher's possession is important.
Black Women Study the Bible, Museums Return to Quan,
Free Time West West Vacations, 1000 Conscious View,
Ludwigsburg VZAN No People Born Lace. Glory
is the opposite of the ****** of the city,
the government's vegan government. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work.
World Heritage Sites: Earth's Areas, Titus,
Horoscapes,
and Asia Piers, The Old Prince, My Water, ||
My Child's Dignity,
The Passages, the Glass, Stars, The Children's Way. Glasses,
a spectacular cosmic universe.
When the stars glanced at the sound of music
in the sound of music ||
and watched the eyes of the Jews in Russia,
they popped up podcasts.
Dust Removal Pages - Netsuko, Latin Letters School Vedic School,
Toum Tum; The property of Christopher's property
is also important.||||
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Listening to a podcast
On the four noble truths
And the eightfold path
My akward body
Is still the same
My akward body
It will not change
I read on the back of some protein bar
"This bar is for the doers"
"For the busy,"
What a bunch of nonsense
I live inside a computer simulation
Non-doing
Non action
You know one day I realized
That no therapist
No amount of praying
Would ever fix my shoulder
Why did this happen to me?
I just want a normal shoulder
Good people like me
Suffering with a disability
Oh well
Same dull face
Yesterday
I lay against the rock
On the public library lawn
I listen to podcasts
My car is being fixed
I will walk akwardly
To the post office
Then to the gym
Just going through motions
Again and again
It's all meaningless
Plain to see
An absurd planet
It seems to be
The urge to eat
The urge to have an ******
Repetitive urges
Chipping golf *****
Relaxing I suppose
Bleh, blah, bleh
Ignored by women
I don't care
Look at that beetle
Walking over there
Human life
Is awfully dumb
Miserable taoist
Says a kind hello
A conversation with
A caring person
Would be fun
But my prayers
Remain unanswered
Guess they are not
That important anyway
Listening to more podcasts
On this day
Some cereal, yogurt
And oranges
I did eat
They really were
A delicious treat
Walking in and out
Of forest trees
Extinguishes all desire
Is how it should be
Beautiful and vain people
Everywhere
My dull earth body
I walk akwardly
Who cares?
From dust I came
To dust I shall return
This is my poem
Now its your turn
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Operation Jade Helm
Listing Texas and Utah
As hostile territory
They prepare for Martial Law
American Dreamers
The dream is over
I think within the next two years
There may well be an economic collapse
This nation is weak
No good jobs
No future
For young Americans like me
The dollar has as much value as toilet paper
Ah well you know life is some type of tragedy
Can't get a good job
I'll be living in this home until America collapses
Let it come
Our leaders ruined our nation
In this world I am alone
Hiking and wandering
Hoping to meet a friend
I never meet anyone
Still I go on
The absurdity
Emptiness
At least I have my podcasts
They keep me company
Terrible times
They are coming
Terrible, terrible
I hope you're ready
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
Put down your podcasts, pause all your shows
You've gained all the info you can from the pros
While Oprah is smart, and Jordan is wise
The words that they share are but words, not the prize
You can't be successful, or all that you dream
If you can't overlook all opinions mainstream
Some people will curse you, while others cast doubt
To be all you can be, you've got to crank out
Ignore all the fluff, get down to the work
Rise above all the slime and the dark muddy murk
First set the intention and just go from there
Your mind is a blessing with thoughts rather rare
To be all you can be, there is no more try
The doers will do and the others will sigh
You're destined for more, now this much I know
Just put in the time and you'll reap what you sow
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
it's been a year.
It's been a year and I think about the torn-up pieces of paper I used to hide in your room with notes scribbled in purple pen. I wonder about the last letter I ever wrote you. I asked you to remember all the little things that made us—the simplicities of our routine, the days that were for us to know. I asked you to remember me, but it's been a year and I don't remember who she was. It makes me sad to miss the girl that was yours, the girl you used to love.
I wake up early now. I prefer French press coffee but still love the hazelnut creamer. Coffee mate is better than delight. I make my bed almost every morning and I'm a big fan of house slippers. I drink lots of water but I need lemon flavoring in it. I haven't bought milk in months. I study at the kitchen table and never use my desk, I have a house plant that I've kept alive. I still have those singing tourettes you always mocked me for, and no I haven't finished the books I said I would. I listen to podcasts, I'm learning more about myself daily. I have new friends that you've never met. My favorite song is from an artist I didn't get the chance to show you. My mom got married, and we're not as close anymore. My sister has a new boyfriend and he's moving in with us. I don't drink at home very often, but when I do it's always wine. I have lived alone for the past few months, and I've become well acquainted with myself. I love my space, I love my solitude. I still play that one song by the Manchester orchestra, and it still makes me think of you. I don't check your profile as much anymore, but I see you're happy and my heart smiles for you. I miss your dog and your backyard and your sister, but I've mastered the art of grieving. There's still love for you in this heart of mine. I still look for your face in the front window of every gray Honda Civic, your license plate is still memorized. I'm not the girl you met in 2018, I'm not the girl you lost last spring. There are parts of me that with you I couldn't show. There are parts of me you'll never get to know.
Thank God.
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 8:22 PM UTC
We are podcasts
reflections of the past
daily lifes for all to see
recorded open vanity
of love and life
and trouble and strife
all the daily highs and lows
the episodic side shows
thrills and spills all the way
what are you going to do today ?
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Changes are life-transforming, and they all start with the renewing of the mind. You need change to make change. You need change to bring change. To renew your mind is to change your mind. Change it. By reading different books, listening to different podcasts or music; Feed it with life-sustaining and culture-cultivating material and influences. It matters. All of it.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
Walking has become a healthy means to reframe and enjoy every day or start that way.
No music, no podcasts only nature's sounds and music
It's healthy.
It's calming.
For the last four years of battling diseases of those close to the heart and Dear Friends, pain, hurdles, and sorrow
It has become a great friend
It doesn't read my poetry
It doesn't promise to write book reviews that have yet to come to fruition
Walking for hope, and charitable causes and to see what the world can be
Walking for and with Hope
C@rainbowchaser2023
Nov 12, 2023
Nov 12, 2023 at 9:55 AM UTC
If the strength and superiority of the ancients
is the commander of thousands and he complains
that he has help from the donors and leadership,
I do not want to go down; I do not know what
makes the first classic, recognized servants use
the design and operation of the sports system -
Sky Box and free glasses of cognac and white
wine. Fun: the port contains a radio for a wedding
without a wedding. Trees are not included in the
above rates, and agents are not free trade. Of all
words that are not and which, as you know.
To be able to read books and learn about the
treatment, the Wall Street fish were enriched
to buy it. Other |\applications will be podcasts,
but also the best radio stations and those who
can not find a place to worry. And paint the best
way to work on the observation tower, the robot
left a beautiful woman there. According to 1 John
Rose, and after careful analysis he said England;
Paul, however, when I wave him, there can be
no radio waves. Radio messages about the wedding:
a bravery of the ancients, get married in fast water.
If she kills herself and complains that I do not want
another thousand governors to help me; I do not
know who first met with the cold and planned the
servants, when they had to be happy in the whole
sports system - boxes of cognac and white glasses
are free. Fun: has one radio for the wedding ceremony,
and on one of the weddings, he said that the trees
are not included in the tariffs, and the agents are
free trade; all the words he knows. Read books as
part of the new Wall Street treatment to buy from
significant rich fish. The complaint, the Dutch value
brightly illuminates the radio station if there is smoke
in Big House; The manager who provides the
dynamic compiler and radio station is the best,
best and largest, and there is no other. Other
applications will be podcasts, radio stations,
but in the best places you can also find your place.
Color is the best way to work with a glass robot
on the left, a beautiful woman. According to John
Rose and Internet analysts in England, San Pablo
is flying with radio waves. Radio with water from
| bricks | to wash.|
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
Why can't I just
Go along with the system?
Why can't I just "be happy"
Why am I so poor?
Why do I insist on working
A 20 hour work week at most
Why am I lazy?
Why do I drive around just
To people watch?
Why do I ********** in my room?
Why is life
A lonely
And miserable affair?
Why did my therapist
Who I enjoyed talking to
Leave me?
Why do I look the way I do?
Why have I listened to thousands
And thousands of hours
Of documentaries
And podcasts?
Why does America
Keep ******** things up
Across the globe?
America didn't do
Anything When Sadaam
Was using it's chemical weapons
Against our enemy Iran
In the Iran-Iraq war
And I'm always
Out of position
The librarian puts
The books
On the shelves
And answers the phone
I sit here and type
And make nothing
And why have I chosen
The life I lead?
I just have
I just have!
And I want to hug someone
To love someone
But no one
No one is there
And everyone is on
Their phone
And nobody cares
And this country
Is hated by millions
Across the globe
And I wanted to travel
So many places
To Kashmir
To see beautiful faces
Where a war is fought over land
I used to use my left
Now I use my right hand
To correct the slight body
Imbalance you see
Self pleasure is not
Good for me
North Korea
Prepares it's nukes
What are they for?
To destroy our nation
And settle the score
And the world is not stable
And I am not able
Not able to make
One female friend
And I told the therapist
This is what I wanted
Again, and again
But it's a world
That doesn't care
No constellation prize
No "there there"
Just desperate
Hungry glares
And my family
Is not at all prepared
To face what may come
I'm afraid it may not
Be much fun
I love you ladies
Wherever you are
Whether near or far
Heavenly ladies
Provide caring hugs
All I would like
Is just to feel loved
By another human being
Caring women
In my eternal dreams
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
I graduated
From college
Over seven years ago
And have just over
300 dollars
In my bank account
At the gym
A lone gym bag
Was on the ground
Next to an empty treadmill
I assumed
That it was the woman's
On the adjacent treadmill
So I got
On the empty treadmill
She looked at me
And said,
"There's someone on there."
Her beautiful smile
And stunning figure
Well
I should have guessed that
But I always use the treadmill
On the end
Well
At least
I got to get close
To a beautiful woman
And see her
Lovely smile
I ran three miles
At the gym
I will return
To workout some more
Maybe go listen
To podcasts
At the park
Life is lonely
I'm used to it
Just wish I had
Someone
To hang out with
Once in a while
Oh well
At least I had
Some good kidney beans
And a hot glass
Of Ovaltine
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC