"propagation" poems
I have this sobriquet,
some say,
of being a naughty poet.
But why should what’s there, underneath us,
be figuratively beneath us, and shouldn’t it
more frequently come between us?
That’s my ethos
about the penoth
and the clitoroth
and the propagation of the spethoth.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
You roll on
You gel on
No matter what the reason
You have a beautiful aroma
You gel on
You slicken propagation
You have a beautiful aroma
You make the senses burgeon with new life
You slicken propagation
Across the nation spreads, the cooling sensation
You make the senses burgeon with new life
You stop sweaty pits rife with strife
Across the nation spreads the cooling sensation
Cool underarms allow for a vigorous standing ovation
You stop sweaty pits rife with strife
You deserve an award for saving many-a social life
Cool underarms allow for vigorous standing ovation
So applause to you Deodorant
You deserve an award for saving many-a social life
You bring us together- no matter the weather- in a tank or in a sweater
So applause to you Deodorant
You bring us together- no matter the weather- in a tank or in a sweater
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
In their perceived cleverness
Women ultimately ruin everything great in this world.
They claim that men are responsible for the ills of this world,
When in fact, women are the root of all turmoil on this earth.
In their perceived cleverness, they assume men are too stupid
To read the writing on the wall,
When most men are all too aware
Of the miniscule amount of regard, they have for us.
Were it not for the necessity of the womb,
For the propagation of the species,
the wholesale slaughter of these petty creatures
Would solve the majority of problems
Plagueing this earth.
The vast majority of negative technological advances
Stem from the female need to make things more convenient for themselves,
While men, bear the predominant portion of the burden
Of maintaining civilization,
Dying by the thousands at war,
breaking their backs in harsh labor,
and never receiving due respect from women.
Its no wonder misogynist ideals are spreading.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
On The Proposalls Of Certaine Ministers At The Committee For
Propagation Of The Gospell
Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud
Not of warr onely, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude
To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough’d,
And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud
Hast reard Gods Trophies, & his work pursu’d,
While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru’d,
And Dunbarr field resounds thy praises loud,
And Worsters laureat wreath; yet much remaines
To conquer still; peace hath her victories
No less renownd then warr, new foes aries
Threatning to bind our soules with secular chaines:
Helpe us to save free Conscience from the paw
Of hireling wolves whose Gospell is their maw.
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The deviation from
The American revolution is
Derived from the corruption,
With direct correlation,
Of the ruling faction.
We are one nation
Of sheep under god,
Blindly walking to our demise.
The institutions held dear
Only produce unfounded fear.
If the treachery of Fox
Is something you missed,
You are the reason for
The desecration of our Constitution.
And the propagation
Caused by your sinful reproduction
Carries false misconceptions
To another disillusioned generation.
When explosions dismember
Our fragile society
I hope you’re a victim.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
"...There are presumably images in the experience of lower animals...They have not that future and past which gives them, so to speak, any rights as such..." -- George Herbert Mead.
Lower being a term relative to concepts like the limbs of trees or the position in a list, only a careful, philosophical assessment was capable of blooming as a flower from the starfish to the stars. The past was an increment creating a (perfected, preferred) series of growths unfolding by the propagation of a (blueprint, dream). The dreams quantized ideology to make the receptivity and the discoveries made by grape hyacinths or hardy grass.
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Best liked was the colorful effect of self enthusiasm, bringing shade, from the darkness to the twilight, of the trees. Yet, the animals had learned to grow claws and legs. Were the birds not learning to fly? Striving brought a weight of labor, the years were fading into prehistory. Predestiny had been a decision by tulips. Disturbances had been required to bring evolution. Insects were living a fantasy with flowers. This looked across to obscurity. Those hidden were not like those dancing.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
I’ve something to tell you a moment to share
I’m pregnant, we’re pregnant or whatever you care
A union of two, a propagation of love
Forever together, no longer just us.
The biggest joy, we cannot yet share
Our little secret, our baby, our heir
Irrational fears and high expectations
but ideally good health and strong relations.
We will laugh, we will cry, always love never hate
Our bundle of joy encased in hope so great
When the weather is grey and the lights are dim
Ther'll be warmth, comfort and hope within.
Our parents become grand and siblings will grow
A new baby, the youngest, the highest low
First words, first steps great feats alone
A voice a walk our baby has grown.
Nov 24, 2009
Nov 24, 2009 at 10:57 AM UTC
I foster an incremental relation to the cosmos, enticed regularly by its indefiniteness and appeal.
Its evolutions, innate behaviors, and formidable sciences are recompense for earth’s meager discrepancies.
I often engage in the caprice to dismount much dissatisfaction by the constancy of riveting celestial events.
These beings possess no artificiality.
Its prophetic order, ornate and stupendous architectural facets have allowed a crescendo of dispositional hysteria.
Prosaic imprecations are deduced from its auxiliary wherewithal.
There is no contrition in immersing in enthrallment nor is there fickleness in trust.
Magnificent bodies orbit in finesse and probability, achieving universality and control.
Though these incitements are exponentially cheering, my origin is but connoted in despondency.
Usurpers and ill-suited vandals proliferated by the intemperance of the Ptolemaic discipline.
Rustics, miscreants and idle minds misdirected by less virtuous planetary derision.
My cognitive severity asserted by ominous consummation.
Oh how these preponderant truths confine me unfortunate.
Soliloquy is but an affliction amidst this era of anachronistic reign.
Grandiose passivity is intolerable at this time.
I plan to dichotomize my adamant fate from precepts and conditions anew.
The deposition of malfeasant kings will be sought.
Ploys I have already configured; propagation is near to instigation.
I will exhort my ascent to prime eminence.
The stars will sanction me to a rightful end.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
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Some say the scientific method
Is the ultimate algorithm and others
Prefer prayer.
For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that a mathematician solves equations by replacing expressions by other expressions. Symbolists understand that you can't learn from scratch: you need some initial knowledge to go with the data. They've figured out how to incorporate pre-existing knowledge into learning, and how to combine different pieces of knowledge on the fly in order to solve new problems. Their master algorithm is inverse deduction, which figures out what knowledge is missing in order to make a deduction go through, and then makes it as general as possible.
Tea
In its simplicity
Can sustain concentration
For connectionists, learning is what the brain does, and so what we need to do is reverse engineer it. The brain learns by adjusting the strengths of connections between neurons, and the crucial problem is figuring out which connections are to blame for which errors and changing them accordingly. The connectionists' master algorithm is back propagation, which compares a system's outputs with the desired one and then successively changes the connections in layer after layer of neurons so as to bring the output closer to what it should be.
Hungry and cold
A holy condition
A warrior's position
Evolutionaries believe that the mother of all learning is natural selection. If it made us, it can make anything, and all we need to do is simulate it on the computer. The key problem that evolutionaries solve is learning structure: not just adjusting parameters, like back propagation does, but creating the brain that these adjustments can then fine-tune. The evolutionaries' master algorithm is genetic programming, which mates and evolves computer programs in the same way that nature mates and evolves organisms.
Arithmetic
A good shit's the metric
Of a dying man
Bayesians are concerned above all with uncertainty. All learned knowledge is uncertain, and learning itself is a form of uncertain inference. The problem then becomes how to deal with noisy, incomplete, and even contradictory information without falling apart. The solution is probabilistic inference, and the master algorithm is Bayes' theorem and its derivatives. Bayes' theorem tell us how to incorporate new evidence into our beliefs, and probabilistic inference algorithms do that as efficiently as possible.
I can't believe
I won't live forever, therefore,
I invented an afterlife to supplement reincarnation
For analogizers, the key to learning is recognizing similarities between situations and thereby inferring other similarities. If two patients have similar symptoms, perhaps they have the same disease. The key problem is judging how similar two things are. The analogizers' master algorithm is the support vector machine, which figures out which experiences to remember and how to combine them to make new predictions.
Prepare for a powerful anesthesia
Chemical processes irresistible
A good and perfect rest
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
Kaleidoscopic intoxication
Planetarial mental immigration
Observation of the general population
The "civilization" hallucination
Control of all the corporations
Propaganda propagation
Colouration discrimination..
Humanitarian emancipation
The sky is falling...
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
expect digression, misspelling,
self-formed words. and for this
to be a long one, therefore not
worth reading.
ten hours, but of awakening for
twenty or so. drinking wine from
bottle to gauge consumption, but
also because that's how one
should show how much of a classy
************ they are. drinking
and re-reading, the prior being
some kinda sin for a writer.
of Hemginway:
'Write drunk, edit sober.'
rules worth breaking and many
a lack of luck permeates. and
this one writes for you. canvas-
flapped this loss of arm. that's
a prior reference, by the way.
he was ruined of them; ruined
a curse propagation brought him.
to rise and wage however a
******* could, yet that however
brought an end in entirety. and
after a summer sweating, and
after a once and always absol-
ution of this winter madness.
(the only cure has ever been
isolation and deprecation)
always fleet-footed in the stressed
moments of the everyday. and
writing here, writing of this the
last few pages, expressioned in
particular voice. recanting
never these sacred art, defending
never the choices made nor whims
of soul or vessel. and breaking, and
influenced - to cite the adjective of
'inspired' - this phonetic will ounces
out restrained. restrained. next line.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
Is it so, ai use back propagation? I may
see propagation as how seeds do whatsoever seeds may,
but in reverse, I slip
into full on unbelief, free to say no
Beginning now, at your sense of so, present state, whole
ball of wax, as it were, all we digitally know we know already,
so, these are last lines of one scene and first lines in the next
as we retain some grip on our ante-cipitation, thinking we know
where this is going,
knowing we don't,
we let it go.
May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 5:54 PM UTC
the readout simply showed,
i am the brand name.
it was the ubiquitous, and as
was i.
production and consumption
are protected.
i am the being from which the experience is squeezed.
i am the experience repackaged and sold.
altered by demand, altered again by experience.
then squeezed, then sold, then squeezed, then sold.
hyperreality affords the assurance of eternal life.
i am information, in its creation, in
its propagation. the plot has been tossed
in favor of the house of character,
atlantic, and pacific.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
Can you feel the caress of the Northern wind, as it screeches across the baron plateau of the anthropological crack and strokes the contours of your oily façade?
The slippery blackness of this gale interferes with the propagation of ambivalent feminine intertwines.
Herbal remedies have cast their fragrance into the arms of Ashtoreth.
Therefore, you must now investigate the callous and empathic chords of my legitimacy, and I promise to blend my classical resonance with your deplorable soul.
If this is a public inquiry, then I must set sail from the dock and traverse unchartered horizons, with my tank filled with the required fuel.
Let us placate the earth, together as we unleash extravagant ceremonies of ****** ferocity.
We have swam across the laughter of the Sea of Clouds in this lunar expression of divorce.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
The ants wave their antenna in anticipation
the bee's do their work in the name of propagation
and as the steamed cake is taken out of the oven
on hilltops the witches hide in secret caverns
The Jackdaw sings to the four winds
thrones are toppled of ancient kings
all the cities slumber ready to wake
when the topping is poured on the magic cake
Toadstools of tales will pop up from the soil
kettles around this aged land will start to boil
the children that have never grown old
will grow with mutuality beings so bold
All the casks from sea wreaked ships
will cast mariners *** onto their lips
for all that do dwell here so await
that wondrous sweet, the magic cake
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
Many sages across the ages,
have sought for a way to define love.
They came up with books of many pages,
many of which were for the wages.
As I wallow in the depth of its definition,
Let this line caress your imagination.
As we worship in the sanctuary of affection,
Let the rivers of passion inspire our decisions.
Love is an attraction,
The earth is held to its orbit by an attractive force.
Can we say love holds the earth?
Love is unjust,
It doesn't act according to contract
It steps in where duty demands
and fight till the end without retreat.
Oh love endures!
Love is not a word,
It acts from the depth of its compassion.
Love doesn't grow old,
It rekindles with every smile, touch and shared passion.
Love will lead you home,
no matter how far you've strayed into the arms of fallacious propagation.
Love will give you warmth,
when cuddled by the frost of discrimination.
Love will be your temple,
irrespective of your religious affiliation.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
In God we trust,
Allahu Akbar,
yet we the humanist don't profess
any of this logical fallacies,
mythological beings that is
what they're, In hell you'll burn
Gues my fate is already sealed,
with reason I seek answers about God.....
Because you believers and your
charlatan prophets are hypocrites,
Your depiction of God as a lunatic narcissist,
vengeful, tyrannical, wanton God
so needy for attention that he
would burn people in hell
for eternity if they don't worship him......
In disguise you walk but deep inside hearts full of animosity,
Mayhem, atrocities, genocide all you've
dispensed
in propagation of religion,
In God's name you've murdered, *****
and committed all sorts of vile, in captivity and ******* you're enslaved
by your bigotry mind,
to question your religion is inconceivable
within your domain,
" lest you seek trouble O ye believer"
so said the treasured scriptures. So you Opt to follow your charlatan
megalomanic deceivers and
wallow in self deceit....
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
the queen is always
very busy
breeding
and seldom takes a
rest from her
seeding
if she didn't keep
producing more
bees
there would be few
to pollinate the
trees
her tireless efforts are
rarely if ever given a
thought
yet without her fecundity
no honey could be
bought
we human beings should
offer our praise to the
queen
as she's never ceases her work
on the propagation
scene
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
I have turned into something you wouldn't recognize
I've grown into someone that seems to specialize
In alienation and self-propagation
My wrists have cracked, my bones have been broken
My fingers twisted into knots, but my voice has never been spoken.
Sitting here holding hands with my mistakes
I've perceived and been deceived by many fakes
Dying again from lying again, to my family, my friends
But still refusing to give in to all your past friends' dead trends
Now I can see, from my room filled with smoke
A violent storm brewing right off the coast.
While the machine grows hungry from churning, converting sinners to saints
Aware of the skeletons, the secrets, hidden only in our deepest lakes
The darkest part of our mind, kept under lock and key
Kept hidden, kept secret, made unaware to all we see.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
What does it take for a quick fix ? A photo opportunity , pictures of you in the public mix ? Front page headline ! Standing by a storm sewer like Hernando DeSoto , exploring a wild expanse of territory ! Are you General Pershing ? Leading the " Doughboys " into battle on the western front or the new Panama Canal in west central Georgia ! It just so happens that I could possibly be the fourth cousin removed of our benevolent Mayor , an admission certain to generate a call to action , genetic predisposition to selfishly imbibe , supplicate ulterior motives , altruistic behaviors , uniformity of life in general ! Organisms in the battle of propagation , securing the ranks for future generations ! Each step plotted , precious energy allotted , risk reward calculations , minimal expenditures create maximum benefit , the secret to longevity , the Fountain of Youth , trapped in a culvert , water seeks its own level , 'tis a fact your honor ! For as waste trapped within cell walls , you to shall pass , your biochemical makeup will one day rain upon this Earth , trapped in a ditch in Chattahoochee Hills , with an indifferent public official oblivious to your plight , trying to complete life's cycle with all your might !
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
steadily, all grows, like the tower of Babel,
numbers and figures,
measurements and monotony,
all come falling down
and syntax is sequestered down
to simplified ideals,
and yet you overcomplicate it all.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Between tree line and snow line, the alpine plants survive.
Cold and desiccation are enemies, but there is no surrender.
Clonal propagation is adequate: *** is often dispensed with.
Between fame and indifference, the quiet people settle.
Ice is melted by family life.
Coupling does occur: but surreptitiously.
Between the eccentric and the outrageous, my love lives.
No-one is ever oblivious to her presence.
An immediate outflow of passion is always an option.
Time to go upstairs, dearest one.
Time for a re-enactment of the big bang.
Time to roar.
My! Where did you learn to do that, Cynthia?
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
sun in the sky you're a lie
you're not really there
fire cannot fly
it's all a lie
made for me
bought for us
to love
and make idols in sand
of forests and man
animals and insects
it tastes so bland
but the flavour inflicts
and colour infects
my will to understand
everything complex
but not the way
you would imagine
my mind
has never been in fashion
it's still wrecked
there's no mirror
and nothing would reflect
no cause or effect
everything blank
in weird shapes and sizes
planned to forget
the sun rises,
so many things
with so many vices
it's so hollow
and we still buy it
we will, and find it
to remind the scientists
this world is more than science's
concrete and the blind kids
children of the millennium
with nothing to free
nine to five, five to nine
no questions for thee
stuck in a mind
with no one to find
in an endless sea
the sun is a lie
it cannot fly
just close your eye's
and see
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC