"recruiting" poems
Religion is Recruiting for
Customer Complaints.
Where is my God, the disciples
and all the absent saints?
The time I have invested
sitting in your church.
This wasn't in your advert
you've left me in the lurch.
I'm asking for a refund,
you've years to reimburse
and then there is the funeral,
the flowers and the hearse.
I've sat on your pew,
spent time praying to you
and now that I'm dead,
I'm unsure what to do.
I should have known better,
you never replied.
Yet I kept the faith
until the day that I died.
Now I queue to complain,
I must be fuckin' insane!
because,
well,
you don't even exist!
Poetry by Kaydee.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Smelly Red Neck
I knew a man who was a smelly red neck,
this poor fellow was always having a wreck.
Two whole teeth and can barely read,
drinks his ***** and smokes his ****
Blind in one eye, can't see out the other,
his sister is also his mother.
It's a family filled with ******
born and raised in the southern mid-west.
Twelve toes and eight fingers,
grandma ***** by a gang of *******
He was mostly white, with a big black *****
Daisy Duke calls him Enos.
Hair is red, ***** are blue,
when it comes to words, he knows a few.
Can't drive a car, can't ride a bike,
strongly believes in the Third *****
Dumber than an old door ****
never had a god **** job.
The laughing stock of the town,
underwear is always sticky brown.
Has one ear and three *******
even gets picked on by the cripples.
Ten feet tall, with an IQ of twenty,
gets hard when he sees a penny.
Family was killed in a tractor accident,
there he sat naked in an over-sized cabinet.
Being molested by every perverted predator,
started to crack from all the pressure.
Grabs a gun and goes out shooting,
it's the devils work and he was recruiting.
Police came and shot him dead,
saying **** he had a big black head.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
I daydream that the
recruiters go out of their way
not to promise dates and even
marriage with **** Nordic blond
beautiful co-eds for the players.
I daydream that they the recruiter bring
in local so-called cool jet set
types to add spice to the recruiting
process.
I daydream that the recruiters
take notice of whether the local
layout of the campus is ideal for the players
and that they show 'em around
the campus and in the city or town (including
"campus town") of the respective schools.
I daydream that they definitely
don't promise under the table money
and everything is on the up and up.
I daydream that they
emphasize the liberal arts programs
of the respective colleges
and suggest to the players that the
combination of a good liberal arts education
and skills learned in sports could lead to a good position later on.
I daydream that they emphasize
the building up of what I call
the two key faces of college football
and basketball programs - depth
and balance of the players.
I daydream that they emphasize
that the players obey conduct rules.
I daydream that they emphasize
the well-roundedness of their
respective programs.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
They’re recruiting me
MI6
And the CIA
Land sakes alive
Dual citizenship
No hindrance to me
Helps to have a major in Slavic languages
And an Oxford degree
How they latched on to me
I don’t really know
That Dad worked at
Arlington might have put them in the know
Interesting life choices being offered
Investment banking has its rewards
That’s on the table
I’m inclined to VC
I could have a capital time
Avoid DC and endless bureaucracy
See the world
It’s nice to be wanted
I feel like the girl everyone wants to dance with
I’m still at the prom
I’ll ask my parents
I know they’ll have thoughts
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
Hey guys some of you know us and were glad to welcome you to our HP , but for those of you that don't ,
We want to add you to our group
So if you have Kik messenger,
Add my Kik @ abpoet18 where I'll add you in a group chat,
So join us :-)
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
Sons of *******
were born
with hearts of stone,
cherishing this stone
all their life.
Children of
sons of *******
were born
with hearts of grenade,
in order to
blow to pieces
everything,
and to leave as a message for their descendants —
entrails
(still smoking entrails)
of sons of *******
2.3k
The devil wears prada
Yet his daughter drives Bugatti
Cruising down the fast lane
Seducing everybody
Reducing human bodies
Recruiting for illuminati
Promising *** and fame and giving all the souls to papi
And I ain't too proud to say that this demon almost got me
Her good looks and mystery were just enough to rock me wild
Everything about her had me profound
Long hair, perfect smile
Wayne and jays, perfect style
Boats and planes, she gets around
In every way you thinking bout
Her ***** lips are open doors
Everybody's in and out
She got a phone full of young men
And they all want her
Meanwhile she in her whip telling them to swerve
Up until they feel desperate enough to give that girl the world
And she takes it
And ruins it
And makes their life congruent with
The hell that they will soon know when Seducila is through with them
But when they find out its too late
Through the legs of Seducila they meet the Devil's gates to stay
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
Hey guys , if you would like to join our group and become a ♦♦prism♦♦
Kik me @
abpoet18
It's my kik , there I will add you in my group chats which of course titled the prisms
Thank you guys !!!!
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
(A class for correctional officers
at the local community college)
Thirty-six-thousand a year to begin
No education or experience required
The recruiting posters are pretty, though:
Handsome young people uniformed in grey
But the poor sergeant can’t control his class
His students have their cell ‘phones and their ‘tudes -
“Tell Momma to pick me up like I said!” –
Slouched in their seats or wandering the halls
While dozing over her own telescreen
A fat corporal yawns by the soda machine
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
Hey guys , if you would like to join our group and become a ♦♦prism♦♦
Kik me @
abpoet18
It's my kik , there I will add you in my group chats which of course titled the prisms
Thank you guys !!!!
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
We're eating jellyfish
We're crashing oranges
We're bleeding evidence
We're smashing elements
We're erecting animals
We're subtracting syllables
We're electing cannibals
We're extracting visceral
We're worshipping magicians for a piece of the pie
We're recruiting musicians for a sound from on high
We're creating beauticians for a smack on the thigh
We're repeating contritions for an act un-divine
We're poking and prodding as we sing lullabies
We're rocking and rolling as she shifts to the side
We're planting and plowing as the baby lays quiet
We're twisting and shouting from the vat where we writhe
Rockabye baby, you've sure grown up fast
Let me embrace you, before I suffocate you
Rockabye baby, you've sure grown up fast
Let me cradle you, before I blast you away
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
Hey guys , if you would like to join our group and become a ♦♦prism♦♦
Kik me @
abpoet18
It's my kik , there I will add you in my group chats which of course titled the prisms
Thank you guys !!!!
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
the first time was more my fault
than anything else, but
it was his fault too.
i wouldn't have had to act like that
if he wasn't a liar.
but it ruined things for me
because now i don't trust people
and i don't think i will
the second time was split 50/50
i fell for a person who was what i thought was good
but she really wasn't. and she led me on
and possibly to get me off her case,
she hung out with people who cosplay better than me
and then she said:
"i could be there for you like an older sister might be to a younger sister"
so i cut her out and she cut me out
and i tried to get over her and the butterflies left and were replaced
but an empty feeling, but they came back
when she ran up to me and hugged me after we mutually hadn't talked
for maybe 2 months or so
and now i really don't trust people
the third time was entirely my fault
because he was friendly
and warm and a welcome face in a crowd of those
who were entirely too unforgiving.
but it was just that: being friendly
and i am a stupid little girl who thought that
his attempts at recruiting me for the drama club
and the fact that off the bat,
even when he knew people in the class,
he asked me to be his partner
were signs of interest
but i guess not because who would want me?
especially when there were people his age.
i let myself get my hopes up
sky high
and theyre crumbling to the ground.
and to think that i was starting to get better
at having faith in myself;
feeling better about myself;
trusting people
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
The bitter truth of us never entwining,
Leaves gaps of despair, clearly visible like new days dawning.
I’d pictured love a rose-embedded comfort terrain.
My being longs for your thoughts, sights highlighted only with rusted pain.
Words comfort me, sooth my swollen eyes from this visible strain.
Grieve only when I’m at rest,
Cover me with your warmth, not promising all that’s remained n the past.
Involve me in your steps in life,
As I will whole-heartedly encourage you to thrive.
Is our future visible, am I appearing artificial?
Some how all that’s sculptured on you is unmistakingly beautiful.
Your character somehow attractive,
Smart and attentive, all you posses is angelic.
Unseen joy longs to ensure to escape and grape your soul,
Leaving glimmers of my wishes to better mankind encrusted on your being as a whole.
Reside in my poems,
Seems like my visions of our cuddle remain far from my firm hold,
Already bluntly told, never dream for gold.
When it seems I’m only capable of unleashing hurts and buried and old.
Is it a never-ending marathon?
Ran only by the luscious and slim many, which seem to win in millions.
Should my energy in binding its rich ends with yours.
Fight the resistance, press on despite the harsh unspoken course.
Have I lived to the fullest?
Seen and walked with bright souls, graced their sought-after importance.
How we wish to be loved.
Captured, taken to worlds only created melodic words.
Spin my inner-thoughts into a twirl,
Drive out all my passions, fulfilling my thirst for love and the feel of sweaty palms rubbing away the dizzy butterflies in my stomach.
A relation of intimacy and involvement slow yet growth being frantic.
Am I holding on to the impossible?
Maybe all you house is regarded false, recruiting girls naïve and gullible.
Streams of warm waters easily wet my face.
What could have shaped my out-come left me crushed and wishing for better-looking features.
A dim future, without your existence in it, one might as well not prosper.
3 Feb 2008 Thandi Xaba
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
In 2009, The american disaster film "2012" was released.
Preparing for "The End of The World" was easy.
A piece of cardboard at a Red Light.
"2012 The End Is Nigh, What's a dollar?"
We might as well have smiled, given a friendly wave,
honked our horns like we were passing the Freeport Flag Ladies.
In 2012, I was in high school with my first job.
I didn't care that In the twinkling of an eye,
we were gonna hear God's last trumpet.
On Rapture-Eve, I set out "Milk N' Cookies" for the "Left-behind"
I left next mornings outfit on the side of the road as if Angels abducted me butt-ass naked mid-stride
Turns out, the red light never turned green.
The "left-behind" kept breeding
and Hell on earth just kept recruiting
Now it's 2020,
The Freeport Flag Ladies are in Quarantine,
the signs have needles in our eyelids like mechanical spiders,
You can't even turn the news off now,
I pick it up at CVS Like a Controlled substance prescription.
They make you call in once a month to get it refilled.
Some how my amazing wife Amy and I
Not only survived the rapture,
we brought a brand new life into it.
For 10 days we were locked in a hospital
We never looked at the news.
The world melted away as we danced together
Waiting to meet our little miracle.
After Amy was whisked away for intensive surgery
and survived the most unspeakably amazing thing in the world
a nurse eventually grabbed me and asked if I wanted to meet my daughter,
I was guided to a baby table
with knobs, meters, heat lamps,
and on a tiny cushion
in a tiny plastic crib,
My daughter.
Sophia Naomi Mae Coulombe.
wide eyed
staring into my pupils
wiggling
perfect
Now we are home.
No nurses, no IV.
Somehow it feels like the end of the world and all it's chaos
was the best thing that has ever happened to us.
Everything happened exactly when it needed too.
We couldn't have had better timing
if God planned it.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
Hey guys , most of you know me as Arcassin b or case.
I'm recruiting young and old poets with artistic writes √√√
And I made a group chat titled
∆∆∆∆∆ the prisms ∆∆∆∆∆
Available on Kik
And only on Kik,
(-So any of you guys that know me or don't know me have a kik-)
~ My Kik name is abpoet18 ~
And there I will test your skills by giving you words and using those words in your poem ,
If its good,
Then your in the group !!!
If your interested , see you there !!!! :)
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
Listen. Livin’
is the opposite of
superstition, caste and division
You think something’s missin’
so you start following fiction,
Book clubs with the same old book
selling you a cure for an imaginary disease. Crooks!
You start singing praises
to a character in a fiction book
but you fail to take a good look
at his flaws, yet you applaud!
Victims recruiting other victims
to give up their lives for fiction
“Follow me, follow me, drop everything” mentality
Then you teach your kids the same
for the sake of tradition. How lame!
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
If you crack open the door
To another’s world
You peer into their eyes
Scavenge around their brain
You discover a fortress of darkness
A collection of horrific events
Confined only by the fear of destruction
Huddling together
To defend themselves against the ways of the good
Slowly recruiting more witnesses of unforgettable misery
Surrounding the wicked, a new substance forms
Brilliant memories
Those which sparks fly
Emotions collide
Becoming uncontrollable happiness
Happiness so vibrant it blinds all the evil that gazes upon it
Its depth created an abyss
So those who crashed to its bottom
Were overwhelmed with laughter
Venturing on,
Rolling hills of sweet dreams
Seep imagination into souls
Inspiring a few to sprout wings
And soar
But most stayed grounded
And stumbled into unsuspected pleasures
Miniature eruptions of perfect bliss
That flowed into a mellow harmony
Soon they realized the bittersweet feeling
Of an incomplete catastrophe
Of remaining inside artificial boundaries
However, they discover the interpretation of life
And how it can all be summed
In the look of an eye
For the universe,
Is only found within
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
The deadly fumes become her perfume being able to consume a heart and I assume you know that feel
The great vibes become a tribe of interlaced emotions sharp and strange like miserable happiness recruiting martyrs from mankind
A sharp look into the eyes of death and you’ll fall in love
As it takes you away into the dark enlightened shadows that represent nothing but a simple phrase of “I love you”
Angels of death called upon her as the queen of astonished souls
Supposedly surprised for they did not expect
That the beauty that lies behind her eyes was lethal
And lethal as glory, joy or pride I lay mine aside
And succumb to her ways that lead to intersecting war crafts and arsenal
Bombs of existential hypothesis like never before
And just like our earth governed by mass murderers mallesting our most intimate yet extrovert part of our body which is our minds
She is not the one causing damage
But I’m the one that lacks a damage control
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
In A World
In a world filled with danger,
everyone feels like a stranger.
In a world that's so chaotic,
everyone seems so neurotic.
People are drunk, ****** or popping pills,
they don't even care about paying bills.
In a world filled with disease,
we need something to put our minds at ease.
In a world where no one cares,
maybe I'm just splitting hairs.
Too much ****** too much ****
is there any kind of escape.
Too many children getting molested,
not enough criminals getting arrested.
In a world filled with pain,
everyone is going madly insane.
In a world filled with suicide and depression,
all because of this extra long recession.
Too many rich, too many poor,
I've lost count of the score.
Too much violence, not enough ***
what in the world will happen next.
In a world filled with darkness,
most of us feel so unconscious.
In a world filled with senseless shooting,
only good people, I am recruiting.
Is there anyone left pure and good,
if there isn't, well there should.
Follow me to the promise land.
together we all can make a stand.
In a world filled with peace,
poverty and crime will slowly decrease.
In a world filled with love,
together the bad things we can dispose of.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
Hey guys ✋✋ this is not a poem
Okay
Ah here's the deal I'm recruiting like 6 poets to be in my new group called the prisms,
Ill be making group chats for those poets
But only if you have a Kik messenger account,
Recruiting starts from now and ends on Tues,
So if you wanna be involved u gotta have a kik ,
And you gotta be an awesome poet,
Thanks so much !!✌✌✌✌
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Gangs came recruiting
Stirring up trouble
Our lives were a gamble
Lets run away
We moved south to Kentucky
Home-town got ******
Our home was unsafe
Childhood memories vanish away
We watch the news
& settled down
Saw people dying
All in the streets
Was once was Paradise, now turned into a ghost-town
Meanwhile,
Gangs came recruiting
Stirring up trouble
Our lives were a gamble
Lets run away
We moved south to Kentucky
Home-town got ******
Our home was unsafe
Childhood memories vanish away
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
Submissions to the Annual Musical Torture Experiment for 2017 are officially open!
Submit your five songs by emailing them to
[email protected]
"BUT WHAT IS THE MUSICAL TORTURE EXPERIMENT NICK?"
Well me, I'm glad you asked.
The Musical Torture Experiment was started in 2013 by yours truely, Nicholas R Coulombe.
Where I asked everyone I knew, met, or saw on the street, to hand me 5 songs that I would add to one playlist,
listen to that playlist on a loop
AND NO OTHER MUSIC
for an entire month.
I have continued this tradition each year
recruiting Willing victims & voulenteers
to listen along with me.
These victims have many different lives, interests, and genre preferences,
but there is one thing they all have in common.
The blissfull escapism of living in their headphones.
This gaggle of Tune-heads who use their music as a fundamental life resource, a coping mechanism, an escapist fantasy or meditation.
These people offer their body and spirit to music.
Now, for a whole month, they are relinquishing control of their music.
Shotgun no longer shuts their piehole.
For an entire month.
Listeners will not be able to skip or select any music other than
YOUR SUBMISSIONS!
This is the perfect opportunity to force someone to really find whats so amazing about those artists we culturally hate.
Or maybe theirs an oldy that your grandkids Refuse to consider music because there is static or twangy voices instead of bass drops.
Maybe you talk about your love of skrillex and a hipster spits their kombucha in your face.
If you have songs that DESERVE the light of day.
This is your chance to indulge in their exhibition.
want to voulenteer yourself as tribute to listen along with these crazy ********
keep tabs on what is being added cause you think its kinda interesting?
Or contribute YOUR five songs?
Just
Send an email to [email protected]
by the end of August to participate!
Go check out the playlist itself here:
https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
Love is about recruiting.
Recruiting the best applicants possible.
And in this case, a degree does not place you about others.
But one great skill is knowing, what love is?
Love and lover has different definition.
Remember this and you be a great ONE of us.
Does experience count?
Not really.
At one times, we were all in need of training.
Who was more knowledge in this subject?
Of course, we have to use process of elimination.
Just to **** off the unwanted.
All because they think they should be accepted.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Sever the limb
Cauterize the wound
Ties cut so easily
It's over
File it away as a failure
Set your subject free
We are now recruiting!
Please form an orderly queue
"Move on," you chant, "Let go!"
******* sociopath
Mental disasters are but another tremor
In your psyche shaken by olden quakes
And please don't follow up
They've learned your tricks
They understand what forever means
And they impose the same on others
It's nothing personal
Just science and trials
It's always personal
Just psyches and lives
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC