"receivers" poems
The teacher stands before her detained class
And from behind her authoritative podium
She equates abortion to the holocaust
A dangerous comparison in an educational garrison
But the other children nodded their heads in agreement
A benefit of having the ear of youth
Is being able to infect it with your own toxic ideology
What bacteria did this ear infection consist of?
Conservatism? Religiosity? Chastity?
The answer was depressingly simple
I was the only one there unaware of Fox News
I was a casualty of the confusion
The confusion engendered
By venom thoughts placing politic-colored glasses
on the entrenched masses
Entertainment
Used to convey anger and hate
Emotions worth conveying
But not living in
The intents and desires of their vulnerable receivers
become an incongruous disaster
What could I have done?
Minds as still as the pharaohs heart
We live in a society where we're all infantilized by one myth
Good and evil
Looking back on what I did do
I didn't do much
But I did do something
I didn't nod my head like a ******** sycophant
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
Stars shine on in a night sky so black
you can see the truth.
What is that light but an interruption
to progress so blinding
the sun blushes–
as if another light vandalized
our ever darkening sky.
Closing out on reality,
opening up to ideals,
it’s the rays piercing through the layers
and the yea-sayers nodding
off to sleep in a darkness so deep.
When the genius strips off the latent,
flexes its manifest intelligence,
and puts down thoughts
that flare into the darkness.
No effort from a sun fibbing eternal.
The end might come but the hand
who writes eternity can’t see
the end coming.
Who are the geniuses
expelling the light
and who are the receivers
not likely to admit their stupor
for fear of fantastic phantasms.
Fleeing from their folly,
straying into strange, insipid
serials, unending, not rerunning–
only growing obese with weight
Of chances not spent.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 3:35 AM UTC
Once there was a little boy
With dreams that touched the sky
He was the darling first born son
Apple of his mother's eye
He was polite and kind to all
Regardless of their age
But never took kindly to those
Who would put his mind into a cage
So while his mother loved him so
He only made his father frown
And over the years his heart was crushed
By the man who only put him down
Approval is a funny thing;
It changes someone's life
In bulk it makes receivers shine,
In absence kills the heart with strife
So the little boy just ran away
Find love in other ways
And ending up more broken
Limping through each God-forsaken day
He wasted quite a bit of time
Feeling sorry for himself
Until finally he grew up some
And put old feelings on the shelf
"It's time to relocate," he thought
"Time to make a name for me."
It was time to take control of his life
Decide his own destiny
Then some girl came waltzing in,
Botching his newfound plan,
Eyes a portal to a lovely soul
And blemishless heart outstretched in hand.
This couldn't happen, not again
He wouldn't change his mind
This boy had places to go and be
And love was just not worth the time
So he packed up all his things again
His "life" a sentimental might say
And with out even a goodbye
Ran like hell the other way.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
How to understand the importance of being alive
Wake up in the early morning without anything to say about,
Look forward to hearing from you my friend and would like to know what are your thoughts in the end of a sleeping night.
To live is the best way of getting the most important reward for your support and encouragement.
I tried to access myself and put some quality in the mystery of being alive. My melody will be able to offer you amazing words of wisdom regarding the importance of being able to get your free time to live your own lifetime.
We all are aware of mortality, we believe some in eternal life or can you deal with death in a fare way. ?
Of course not...we started to make sure that everyone will be in touch with the fear of being out of life in a certain period of time.
Life's is wondering why you should have so many worries, so much trouble, so much pain, presumably the pressure on your own. ...
As life goes on I just don't know what to expect from me and to deal with so many different ways of getting the most of things, the most of life.
People are going through the process of setting difference in others people life. We have been made so far much progress in helping others to support important causes. Men will wonder why some are so confident, positive, and so grateful.
In our lives experience we can find givers and receivers.
I love them all and try to keep it simple and intuitive.
Sometimes it can be found on the air gratitude, love from the heart. Life is a good thing indeed. Deep in so many senses. Clear like transparent water.
I really don't know what you think about your own life and the place where you can find life in general.
I wake up every day full of life. People have to look close to the right to monitor the content of your choice to love and hug the offers of being able to care about life.
So look at the moment when you were born, your name was probably pronounced. Your parents laugh with tears. Your life started with joy.
Victor Marques
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
This is one American that drops beats, not bombs
This is one American that admits when she’s wrong.
But an ocean doesn’t divide us
Only you divide us
With your words for labels that say what’s you, not me
Your stereotypes are gunna be the death of me
You’re killing me with these close-minded philosophies
And Who the hell ever said you were the referee of me?
We gotta spend less time sneering and swearing
We gotta spend less time jeering and tearing
You should never have to defend when you love
You should never have to defend why you love
You should never have to defend who you love
We are all created equal;
That’s the condition of the receiver
And we are all the receivers
But some keep spewing that hate; those hate-believers
But we don’t accept their judgment upon us
We gotta rise up out of adversity placed on us
Some out there will go to their graves justifying
Committing acts based on fear is nothing but mortifying
And I’m gunna be truthful; I’m not even lying
When your preach your ******** the human race is dying.
You see United this house stands strong
Every new hand we hold pushes us along
Every brick makes us higher
Acceptance makes us flyer
Gotta keep hate out of your heart
And maybe then we’ll get to start
To come together
To love one another
And to be free like it is intended
Maybe then the human race will be mended
Maybe then this bad movie will get a better sequel
Maybe then we’ll realize We are all created equal.
I want to stop it all
To go into a free-for-all
To rip those signs apart
To take that hate from that heart
All I can do is spread the word on love
And hope to God that will be enough
All I can do is be me and let you be you
All I can do is all I can do
But together we can appreciate
That all together we can officiate
Love that knows no bounds
That type of harmony with unreal sounds.
We may measure success by what’s published
We may measure it by what’s re-said
By how much money we make
By the course that we take
But one thing I know that will bring us deliverance
All that matters is that one voice that says
You make a ******* difference.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
There are things unseen that keep this world living.. Things that go without notice.. Things that we make sure go unnoticed.. So the everyday things you see as everyday things simply are not that at all.. Everyday messengers and receivers are at a constant movement of life giving moments.. The bird you saw fly by, The cat that leaves and never returns, The butterflies that migrate south, And the ghost that sometimes haunt the living.. But when the path is interrupted the unknown ramifications occur.. The disasters, the catastrophes, the plagues, can all be prevented.. On this day two children, two brothers, will set forth a path that is unknown to them.. On a plastic bottle cap they put one large red ant on board.. They float it down the creek and watch in awe at the sailor ant they have set in motion.. This ant has a very small package to deliver.. Across a world to him, at the end of the river to us.. This ant will deliver a small speck of light.. The first star in an infinite darkness..
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
#
*The finest meaning of 'Wholeness'..
Is shown most fully within the intertwining
in to the pivotally and most necessary
healing of both body and mind..
In that
the perfect expression of Spirit here on Earth
can only happen through the physical--
You "feel" the Receptives and/or the Urgings
from deep within you (your flesh wrapped spirit),
That are only brought out into the light of day (made known)
the moment your very tangible fingers touch the keyboard..
Or up close..
the tangibly-heard sound your very voice-tones,
Created by your so very tangible vocal cords-- made unique
by how deeply infused your spirit is into that
beautiful mind and body of yours..
By your ever-renewed
and continual choice to heal.
Within that beautiful union, the Sensings and Respondings
of the body bring impulses into the spirit..
touching deeper, the Core--
The "Image" of Perfect, Absolute Being
placed deeply into each and every one of us..
by the very nature of Love's Ache--
Residing within the center of this Universe..
(and all other Universes).. both known..
and those also yet to be..
..An Image placed, as to be a Plumb-line,
and also a Never-ending Cinematic placement of the View
onto (and within) the inner-wall linings
of both mind and spirit..
..Seen in greater and greater "less dimly-lit" degrees,
based solely on how far we commit ourselves along,
and in to, the healing process.
In its finest form, through healing,
the things we take in.. through feeling;
and then express back out..
from both mind, and body's untethered Unfolding,
..Becomes closer and closer
to the very Expression of God's own heart,
..Therefore smashing through, and gorgeously undoing
the ever- quenching.. ever-diluting nature of Subjectivity, itself.
Hmm..
The "taking in" and then The Tremblings, of your body's
unavoidable responses are the very thing most 'maverick loners'
like me need most from another in this world,
if we are to continue on in our mission with any kind of strength..
(along with its much desperately-needed resolve).
If, within the "taking in" process.. the beautifully feeling
Receivers such as yourself, were to be overcome
to the point of release~ all alone.. on the edge of your bed..
isn't that a very understandable and nearly unavoidable
and also so very very tangible part of the process also..
--In itself
above and outside of all human (and Heavenly) judgement?
Carry on, sweet Angel..
and so gorgeously continue to be who you are.
Those that can see.. see (and feel) most clearly.*
I see you.
#
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 8:19 PM UTC
mouth syncing up digital brain,
electrically bounding the physical
with the ethereal analog bond
bound up and wrapped,
in fiber optic blankets,
secrets passing layer to layer
heard only by quadraphonic
receivers echoing out
into a singularity of conciseness,
confirmed by units of two
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
Two sockets to accommodate a pair of eyes
Due to them this complex device cries
But today, man has taught them to become spies
Dwelling in them is lust for ephemeral joys
Two cartilaginous sound receivers on both sides
They can efficiently detect the screams and sighs
But today, they even ignore the ferocious tides
Engrossed in fabrications, for which today’s man strives
Two arms strong enough to lift and support
Are being used to steal and chop someone’s throat
They refuse to help anyone near or remote
‘Guns and shells’, this is what they promote
A small fleshy speaker which exhibits perfect duality
It allures others through its’ pitch and clarity
Today, it has mastered the skills of acerbity
Forgetting that soft speech is a part of generosity
A complex storehouse of feelings which supplies blood
It is covered with rust although made from mud
Polluted intentions have made it their cozy hut
Very delicate, but today, it is like a walnut
At last, a rotten soul which is wandering aimlessly
It has thirst for contentment and tranquillity
But today, man considers wealth as a source of felicity
I shed tears when I can’t find humanity and piety
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 12:17 PM UTC
in the closet across from the delivery room, a janitor disguised as a hospital janitor sits on an upside down bucket under which he’s trapped what might be the world’s slowest rat. in his mind he is attempting to clean his mother’s body while supplies last. his hands are curled like the receivers of certain phones con artists used back in the day to convince people they could talk only to ghosts. the young and personable volunteer assigned to the hand he doesn’t answer is speaking so softly the man leans forward.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
True givers and receivers connected with Mother Nature
When I get back to my earlier days I can say that I’m a very lucky man.
To be alive is also a great way of getting the most important reward for doing things in harmony with God's grace. Every day we receive sun, rain for free. We plant seeds and the only thing that we do is taking care about them and they will give you the chance of see the beauties of our mother nature. Harvest time will come to pick up the reward of lots of caring about insignificant grains. Every second the universe shows to us the miracle of life.
During the day we can have clarified so many different types of light, colorful sky, green or blue waters, golden horizons like purple, rainbows in a sunny day.
The perfect gift of having a good day it's a great moment in our daily routine.
In modern t times men lost the ability of giving in so many senses. Clear like transparent water should be used with any questions about honesty, loyalty, love. ..
To give isn't a big deal for so many people. They are asking for something else. ...truly stunning true givers have a strong feeling of being able to give without restriction. They do that for love to all brothers and sisters. In addition to this I can see that a giver is much more appropriate for me than the receiver. Smiling to get your returns is strictly forbidden. Every time you have received a gift you thank the the giver with words of encouragement, wishing the the best luck .I would really love to know what you think about it? Can you believe in giving a good idea to someone, helping individuals to join the group of friends that lovely give in a pure way?
In addition to this receivers wait for the prey all time. They don't understand why givers are happy and healthy.
They want to achieve things the same way as a poor man buy tickets for winning the lottery.
More closely you are with people who want to share experiences, thoughts, feelings more happy and enthusiastic you will become in a couple of years.
To choose is something that is not a problem for each human being. .. We have been made so far by civilization, different types of cultures, difficult to see however how men are fighting and killing each other for stupidity.
I believe in one single color of skin, one God, one big nation of people loving each other in peace,
Victor Marques
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Wife beatings
Child beatings
No peek receivers
***** weighing
BYE!
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
These words are not intended
To condemn nor confuse
This is not an attempt
To spread fake news
In fact it's nothing
That absolutely
Needs to be said
It's merely the poetry
Beneath my breath
Simplistic my rhyming
In aesthetic waves
Soothing, freeing
New life on the page
I am a keeper
A giver of words
We are the receivers
As poetry gives birth!
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
Two aging message senders
and receivers, circumspect
men of reflective thoughts
and words spoken, written.
Wayfarers from divergent
oceans converging.
Both Harpooners of the
unexamined life, seekers
of truths and wisdom.
Kindred spirits different
and yet the same,
A spiritual awakening,
a brotherly bond in the making.
Both touched and renewed
by a voyage taken
upon a common sea
of curious self discovery.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
I fell for you
Under the stars of a cloudless night
A night the big dipper shone so bright
You could see the water spilling out of it
Falling into the little dipper
Then over flowing into our hearts
I fell for you
I fell for you
Under the soft glow of a distant street light
As we swayed on swings
And I watched the rays of light
Play hide-and-seek with your skin
Trying to catch you still enough
So it could glow you like an angel
I fell for you
I learned of you
Through back channel grape vines
And locker door vents
Four AM phone calls that left crickets jealous
Listening to our heavy breaths of in love dreams
Pass through the receivers
I learned of you
I learned of you
Through tears that might as well have been daggers
Stabbing my heart
As I wrestled your secrets from the back of your mind
Through your tear ducts
And kidnapped your true feelings
In body bags from the bottom of your heart
I learned of you
I stayed with you
When learning wasn’t fun anymore
But our hearts weren’t settled in
And the comfort of silence
Fell to the wayside of sin
And your brain made your heart feel used
And your heart made your body feel abused
And your body made my heart feel abused
I stayed with you
I stayed with you
When stars were no longer visible
Drowned out by city lights
And crickets were silenced in fear
By the sounds we made at night
And surprises and picnics
Were just apologies
And our song was just a reminder
Of what I forgot about you
I stayed with you
I fell for you
Down a flight of stairs on a rainy night
When our lips didn’t mind the company
Of staring eyes
And your ferruled eye brows
Reminded the big dipper how to shine
I fell for you
I fell for you
Barefoot in sand the sun shining down
On a comfortable day in June
Which came so soon the sun hadn’t left his mark
On our left ring fingers yet
The waves from the ocean weren’t crashing the rocks
Letting the priest preach his sermon in peace
Whose words we couldn’t hear
Staring straight into your eyes
I fell for you
I fell for you
Sep 5, 2009
Sep 5, 2009 at 12:49 PM UTC
I am the universal signal mixer
On frequency h-u-m-a-n
Intaking and excreting vibrations
Decoding and synthesizing inputs
Receivers attuned and continuously engaged
Transposing matter and energy
Into light patterns of thought
Touching all waveforms
As a lover touches himself and others
Energy frozen into matter
Love frozen into form
Stretched to the very limits
On the blueprint of time, eternity
As dreamed by, yours truly
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 7:38 PM UTC
10-13 is the score
We are down
2:46 left in regulation
1st and 10 on the opponent's 20 yard line
We run between the right guard and tackle
Make a 11 yard gain
1st and 10 again
Same play, but towards the left
Gain of 5 (we'll accept, but not what we expect)
2nd and 5
And to make up for our lack of yardage
We go long
Something's wrong
There's pressure
Never expected
Interception
Due to 3 and out
And good field position
We huddle again
1:10
1st and 10
On our own 47
Quick slant
4 yard gain
Quick out
5 yards and out
Clock stopped
No need for timeout
3rd and 1
The sound of yelling, and beating drums
Makes 10 deaf
And 1 dumb
A few steps away, we run away from what's been working throughout the day
On the opponents 44
Drop back; play action
Receivers slanting
Bump and run
Couldn't catch it
:45 seconds left
4th and 1
44 yards to go for a score
1 yard for a first down
About a 60 yard field goal attempt
(Mind you we have 212 yards combined on the ground)
Running
Spinning
Jumping
Diving
Grunting
When everything is on the line
(I'm not surprised)
We're punting...
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
*Where the city spills into the sea
Where amber lights reach o'er the invisible waters
God is saving blue ocean and sunshine for tomorrow
A miracle for the sinner , to touch the heartbroken ,
for wayfarers in the throes of falling , for his forgotten
In turbulent upheaval striking the sea wall
For the receivers , the wallowing and the swallowed* ...
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
Cast a glance to the comet up high
with a name sounding awkward and dry
(in the stellar marquee
it's marked 'six-seven-P')
and a motion that's hard to descry.
As the comet continues to fly,
caught in gravity none can defy
(yes, it traces ellipses
through solar eclipses),
we ask 'does dark matter comply'.
So, we sent the Rosetta to pry
and I can't help but wondering why
(once in orbit) we spun it
so close to the sun, it
is likely to sizzle and fry…
But before, we may soon verify
that the comet's a custard cream pie
made of green cheddar cheese,
like the moon, if you please
(though that's gospel the savants deny).
When receivers no longer reply
(at the end of their solar supply),
we won't seek to debug 'em,
instead we'll we unplug 'em
and turn off our spy in the sky.
If it's certain Rosetta will die
then, oh lordy, I surely will cry
if we land it like Philae
behind the sun, shyly,
before I can whisper goodbye.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
light
from the lit windows
of the hurrying train
streams out
and instantly disappears
into the darkening landscape
through which I travel
I do now know
where it goes
what scene it may
happen to illuminate
sometimes
when we stop at a station
pass a town
or a row of cars
waiting at the crossing
we are receivers
of the light of others
so we speed through the world
receiving some
and sending flickers of light
into space
to unknown destinations
* * *
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Lovers trapped
in flourescent corners.
Skin shimmers underneath
loose tees,
beige with the kind of sweat
that blackens
Levi's in the crotches.
Her fingers *****
at his mice-sized ears
which hunger
for the acrylic traps
she lays with her fingernails.
If lips had tongues
his lips would say:
"I've had plastic flesh
and mercury is in my veins
cooling me
until I'm frozen
in the arms
of death."
And his lips never touch
hers:
neck,
breastbone,
cleft-chin,
chapped ear lobe,
crackling scalp,
fracturing spine,
splitting abdomen,
scarred heart.
his are never touched by
hers:
lips.
They finger the hills
of each other's skin:
velvetine,
innumerable,
wet.
Starships beep in the night.
Beep through receivers
from a place against the earth,
but not touching it.
THeir voices are intimate
and not there.
Cries are heard from space
and cradled as breathing
treasure.
Intimate,
but not there.
Their fingers touch each other,
infinitely
and not at all.
He feels her
as the earth feels
remote beeps
in remote intimacy.
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
I painted the bedposts and bedside whiteboard
beside the baseboard, the outlet occupied
by a power cord, the bookshelf, both coffeemakers,
the power strip duct-taped to the brick wall,
the bush outside, the sidewalks, the brick,
the steel fences separating traffic
babble from pedestrian small talk,
then filled the wall in, gave the oak posts
enough depth to hold up four coats,
a backpack, and a shoe lace, swirled
in the condoms and coffee rings
inside the microwave, sketched a Sears
Apple-Jack-colored record player plugged
in, turning dusted Beatles records
like the cosmos, like the snow, squirrel-
hair, and leather-leaf bush outside.
I masked off the concrete, the asphalt,
and construction yard sidewalks,
penciling dead mosquitoes in the cracks
and $2.39 Rock Salt Slush along the edges.
I measured the fence, so each stake hit
the vanishing point like cigarette butts
in cement cereal bowls of cat litter.
But I ran out of paint before I could fill
the mouths of motorist **** yous*,
the car barks chasing dogs
to the chain-link guard rail,
doorbells and mailbox flags
being flipped up, pay phones
clashing on metal receivers,
church bells, footsteps,
some guy breathing,
and a red-light button Wait.
Maybe it’s for the best.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
you
I miss you,
I miss you a lot.
I miss you so much babe.
I can't stand going days without you.
Everything you do just makes me want to live
I just have so much fun going on adventures with you.
I wish I knew ways to get you to feel the way I feel all the time.
The memories we have are so fond and vivid that I'm always going mad
Wishing to get back all the wonderful days that we always use to have as wide receivers.
I don't need you but I want you.
I want you more than anything.
I want to call you mine again bae.
I want to talk to you on the phone
Elijah we could just laugh all day
When I'm with you it's a better place
Ugh, I'm so lost without you my mind is a maze
© 2013 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
I'm like the furthest star from your being
I've already died and faded out
You have not begun to realize it yet
My eyes grow cold and lifeless with doubt
All you see is the resonance
Of what I once was and what I had done
You will soon see my flash of brilliance
An explosion of wisdom in foreign tongues
My neutron star imploding
Blinding all non-believers
The deafening cries of a lifetime of heartache
Knowledge bestowed upon righteous receivers
I have become one with the myths
A shadow of my former self
Mere vestiges of all my thoughts and invocations
Permeating the infinite with stealth
"Tell me a secret," she whispered
There are no shadows on the sun
The moon is a vestige of our past sins
I'm dying for a chance to live as one
I can't rid my mind of misery
Heaven knows I lack control
No matter how fast and far I run,
The devil still finds my soul
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
Cupid’s adept at quantum entanglement
his arrow has no shaft instead a crafty wave
two spinning end curves, not a singular head
as this emissary sends signal to maid and knave
vibrations ripple with superposition stead
like bottle-nosed dolphin smoothly outdelivers
bashful receivers twist, twirl, dare not quiver
electric intention across time-space weave
this is no unruly Robin Hood fighting heave
Divine alignment chooses magnetic maiden
portal opens precious pearly coded probability
universe responds with willing golden spirals
precise molecules looking like slippery chirals
rascal but knows ardent alchemical compatibility
mercurial mirror reflects duo’s ample agilities
turquoise light refracting lifts forgotten bond
sacred it slept inside musical harp softly fond
pirouetting progresses path matching persons
particles becoming prime entangled photons
picking out their aspects is a spooky action
wave emits fractal triangle as realisation hits
atomic Love cannot but flamenco follow flits
heart harmonic orchestrates beloved true
when triangle aims this is the cue !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
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*triangle in this context : God/masculine/feminine
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC