"presupposing" poems - Hello Poetry

*i've been to kenya, all that these "charity" adverts are fuelling is ignorance, they're presupposing all the african nations are like kindergarten, they're insulating them... it's like that: give a man fish or give him a fishing rod, i.e.: give a man money or give him a method creating & subsequently circulating wealth: these charitable companies are insulting african nations to be at a loss, they're only feeding european bureaucrats who are really the only worthwhile charitable pay-cheque givens, odds 4-5.* a retired lady selling poppies for a feeling committed suicide being hunted by ninety-nine charity organisations... charity organisations... start-ups akin to apps of cue: shaved face, young, eager ****** venom ****** statues of jealousy... all the bankers' wives have a tier system, the origin of charity companies (surely a wife can't be as pristine as her husband): first two don't count, third: modern art "collector", fifth: philanthropist, seventh: possessor of an O.B.E. and as one bemused englishman said: king arthur and the zimmerframe table of knights with walking sticks rather than swords: money made people lazy, less adventurous, let alone less tribal and communist, adventure just became predictable, tourism... the modern shopper is envious of the hunter gatherer... so envious he wants to look the part, but live as modern lazy allows... after all... all the gym sessions can't go to waste... got to run standing still: hey! don quixote! leave the windmills! check out the treadmills... you see a caveman anywhere in the sweaty parlours? i don't.

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC

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the seven tiers of bored bankers' wives

*i've been to kenya, all that these "charity" adverts are fuelling is ignorance, they're presupposing all the african nations are like kindergarten, they're insulating them... it's like that: give a man fish or give him a fishing rod, i.e.: give a man money or give him a method creating & subsequently circulating wealth: these charitable companies are insulting african nations to be at a loss, they're only feeding european bureaucrats who are really the only worthwhile charitable pay-cheque givens, odds 4-5.* a retired lady selling poppies for a feeling committed suicide being hunted by ninety-nine charity organisations... charity organisations... start-ups akin to apps of cue: shaved face, young, eager ****** venom ****** statues of jealousy... all the bankers' wives have a tier system, the origin of charity companies (surely a wife can't be as pristine as her husband): first two don't count, third: modern art "collector", fifth: philanthropist, seventh: possessor of an O.B.E. and as one bemused englishman said: king arthur and the zimmerframe table of knights with walking sticks rather than swords: money made people lazy, less adventurous, let alone less tribal and communist, adventure just became predictable, tourism... the modern shopper is envious of the hunter gatherer... so envious he wants to look the part, but live as modern lazy allows... after all... all the gym sessions can't go to waste... got to run standing still: hey! don quixote! leave the windmills! check out the treadmills... you see a caveman anywhere in the sweaty parlours? i don't.

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just because your problems are bigger than mine, doesn't qualify you as being better than me; but sure, we need apes, like we might encourage buying stake at the butchers and a quasi-Narcissus reflection in Darwin... that's what happens when presupposing someone's supposed idiocy, it happens that way in democracy, without a autocratic godhead of authority, many more are prone to being prescribed madness, because being sadistic with dementia patients and those disabled is all that more rewarding than when a "patient" can punch you back, bloody-nose your face... and this is how Christianity makes sense? might as well call the adherents of Christianity children wetting their beds and fuelled by a desire to maim their fellow examples of the species... Darwinism will not do... it's a farce... the animals involved to a categorical grouping would not do what humans do to each other... so we evolved from monkey to escape the tiger and the snake? i hardly think tigers or snakes killed with sadism involved... for pleasure... but if the sadistic impulse was always ours... we evolved for no good reason... i'd rather experience the hunger of the tiger or the snake than experience the sadism of a fellow human being... and that's a humanism, it doesn't invoke a god or morality that should be kept... i'd rather a tiger **** me for sustenance than some trivial bog-standard thief from the London estate knifing me for a ******* bike... i'd rather end up in a tiger's digestive system than in the "evolved" court-of-law debating bicycle theft - animal-cohesiveness knows no sadism, human-overpowering of animals knows everything but humanism, hence the need for humanism per se, poetry and a novel... we write poetry but at the same time perform holocausts... if we are evolutionary products, we are by evolutionary standards a successful paradox... we contradict the pluses with the negatives we produce subsequently... we have evolved / transcended the original parameters... but we did so paradoxically; i'd still rather die from a tiger easing my death by the vampire-bite of my neck that the exfoliation abiding with the electric chair or the iron maiden... the author of the Bonfire of Vanities got it wrong... we really did use our imagination... we used imagination for the expression of torture... Disney can do **** all than quack like a duck to quiet simply approve the endemic continuance of the practice... because most people will simply apply for t.v. and come dine with me spectaculars.

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Aug 20, 2016

Aug 20, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC

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metric system

just because your problems are bigger than mine, doesn't qualify you as being better than me; but sure, we need apes, like we might encourage buying stake at the butchers and a quasi-Narcissus reflection in Darwin... that's what happens when presupposing someone's supposed idiocy, it happens that way in democracy, without a autocratic godhead of authority, many more are prone to being prescribed madness, because being sadistic with dementia patients and those disabled is all that more rewarding than when a "patient" can punch you back, bloody-nose your face... and this is how Christianity makes sense? might as well call the adherents of Christianity children wetting their beds and fuelled by a desire to maim their fellow examples of the species... Darwinism will not do... it's a farce... the animals involved to a categorical grouping would not do what humans do to each other... so we evolved from monkey to escape the tiger and the snake? i hardly think tigers or snakes killed with sadism involved... for pleasure... but if the sadistic impulse was always ours... we evolved for no good reason... i'd rather experience the hunger of the tiger or the snake than experience the sadism of a fellow human being... and that's a humanism, it doesn't invoke a god or morality that should be kept... i'd rather a tiger **** me for sustenance than some trivial bog-standard thief from the London estate knifing me for a ******* bike... i'd rather end up in a tiger's digestive system than in the "evolved" court-of-law debating bicycle theft - animal-cohesiveness knows no sadism, human-overpowering of animals knows everything but humanism, hence the need for humanism per se, poetry and a novel... we write poetry but at the same time perform holocausts... if we are evolutionary products, we are by evolutionary standards a successful paradox... we contradict the pluses with the negatives we produce subsequently... we have evolved / transcended the original parameters... but we did so paradoxically; i'd still rather die from a tiger easing my death by the vampire-bite of my neck that the exfoliation abiding with the electric chair or the iron maiden... the author of the Bonfire of Vanities got it wrong... we really did use our imagination... we used imagination for the expression of torture... Disney can do **** all than quack like a duck to quiet simply approve the endemic continuance of the practice... because most people will simply apply for t.v. and come dine with me spectaculars.

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projection of disemboweled guts oozing blood dripping entrails onto starched white linens hung in pristine precision, poisoned into submission my demonic parole officer has come out to play from the dungeon of hell's seventh circle i swallowed a hive of maggots with my lunch today forked serpent tongue slurping slime and slugs unholy satisfaction from magicking fantasy into ghoulish, gory realities and ******* tears from deserted lungs the lion's dinner watches his stomach being eaten dull but forceful rock formations cracking and crunching disembodied hallucinations, presupposing predilection i am the grim reaper's prom date, predisposition gussied up in cobweb tulle and glittering larvae with a chloroform corsage, what generous perfume the skeletal dance floor creaks under my spinning, groaning of lives sped through on tranquilizers dancing a tango with Death, i smirk in dizzy abandon the band is beating their bones to chalky pulp music made from desperate self-destruction projectile ***** onto my pedestaled ideas chunks of last week's insights stink the room the bile which processed them to rejection is sticking dripping off the untethered chandelier i watch them both fall towards me first, in slow-motion glimmering and then, all at once, i am below them and we are below the skeleton floor in the cellar of the scorpion's dungeon that i escaped from this eery morn

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC

jumpingjellybeans

scorpion.

projection of disemboweled guts oozing blood dripping entrails onto starched white linens hung in pristine precision, poisoned into submission my demonic parole officer has come out to play from the dungeon of hell's seventh circle i swallowed a hive of maggots with my lunch today forked serpent tongue slurping slime and slugs unholy satisfaction from magicking fantasy into ghoulish, gory realities and ******* tears from deserted lungs the lion's dinner watches his stomach being eaten dull but forceful rock formations cracking and crunching disembodied hallucinations, presupposing predilection i am the grim reaper's prom date, predisposition gussied up in cobweb tulle and glittering larvae with a chloroform corsage, what generous perfume the skeletal dance floor creaks under my spinning, groaning of lives sped through on tranquilizers dancing a tango with Death, i smirk in dizzy abandon the band is beating their bones to chalky pulp music made from desperate self-destruction projectile ***** onto my pedestaled ideas chunks of last week's insights stink the room the bile which processed them to rejection is sticking dripping off the untethered chandelier i watch them both fall towards me first, in slow-motion glimmering and then, all at once, i am below them and we are below the skeleton floor in the cellar of the scorpion's dungeon that i escaped from this eery morn

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Need is my lead. I will not bleed for greed. I will lay back in a field of green; to look to heaven to see what can be seen; to chew on a long stem of grass; to think about which path to pass; to look upon the waters close at hand; to oppose presupposing by plan. I will not deny fear of evil or strife. Fear gives light for sight in life. You are with me by faith and heart. Comfort slows my racing start. Trust will be re-written. Inequality will be de-positioned. The table will be for discussion and debate. Reason will rule without hate. My head has been anointed with oil and sweat. My income has been overrun by debt. Surely goodness and mercy sustain the wait. My life will dwell in this house of heart by faith.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC

stephen-brett-kidde

Your Way

Need is my lead. I will not bleed for greed. I will lay back in a field of green; to look to heaven to see what can be seen; to chew on a long stem of grass; to think about which path to pass; to look upon the waters close at hand; to oppose presupposing by plan. I will not deny fear of evil or strife. Fear gives light for sight in life. You are with me by faith and heart. Comfort slows my racing start. Trust will be re-written. Inequality will be de-positioned. The table will be for discussion and debate. Reason will rule without hate. My head has been anointed with oil and sweat. My income has been overrun by debt. Surely goodness and mercy sustain the wait. My life will dwell in this house of heart by faith.

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January 2005. What a creep. The end drove me to foresee. Imagination went wild. New creature arose. A whole new world. New different level. Living on the edge. With the creatures I created myself. They are all fiction. Yet I believe in them. Postulating them real. How? To stop presupposing. Haul me. Salvage me. Patronize me.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC

cyn-1

Frontier.

January 2005. What a creep. The end drove me to foresee. Imagination went wild. New creature arose. A whole new world. New different level. Living on the edge. With the creatures I created myself. They are all fiction. Yet I believe in them. Postulating them real. How? To stop presupposing. Haul me. Salvage me. Patronize me.

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