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"reddit" poems
Hello A gesture perceived as formless waves in the Web Perhaps a luring trap to be caught or a silent cry as print Scarcely Red Maybe you Reddit or Won't As text is the voice of this generation Quote ILY My fam is so cute #Hashbrowns @MyBFFFFs Last looks of a father as he leaves with a dry cleaned suit. The last breakfast I ate with my family Together. Rebuked. Now it lays archived in the mind of i A memory fragment less intact than the Colossus of Rhodes What's that? Let me Google that. What will become of the crowd The voices, in their plight are "Like wow, Laughing Out Loud" Like apathy is the new trend Can we even say there is a greater purpose of the time we Spend.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Social Media
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of but I can't be tied to those forever so people forgive and forget I try to forget but still feel bad and I know there are still sore subjects that I should be sensitive about. Scrolling through Reddit I see a post of Māori students at an airport greeting their returning teacher with a traditional Māori war dance which was an admittedly sweet gesture but something didn't sit right with me. I wondered why the students greeting their teacher had to do so through a display of militaristic nationalism I wondered if that was the last dance the Moriori people saw before the Māori genocided them for their resources I wondered if the Māori danced like that as they ***** murdered, and cannibalized the Moriori. Wondering all of this made me ask myself: Why did they have to greet their teacher like that? The students wanted to make a big gesture which dancing is perfect for but dancing can also be vulnerable and embarrassing because people may mock how you express yourself but strangers at the airport are less likely to laugh at you if you're doing a synchronized dance with a group of people and the dancing is recognizably tied to national identity because then it's a culturally rich dance you're a xenophobe for laughing at and that's what nationalism is: strength in numbers and a readymade identity in lieu of an individual personality oftentimes for the sake of pistanthrophobia. So as I read the circlejerking comments on the post I wondered what the difference is between a Māori war dance and a **** salute I guess the Māori people have experienced more oppression than Nazis but nationalism is nationalism and those who have oppressed are oppressors and many who are oppressed would gladly be oppressors given the chance. Nationalism isn't healthy for culture and often isolates people from other cultures that are all combining due to globalization which people fight to preserve their little dances and costumes so we can stay in eternal conflict over delusions of supremacy when the only nationality should be a global one.
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 8:41 PM UTC
Nationalism
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of but I can't be tied to those forever so people forgive and forget I try to forget but still feel bad and I know there are still sore subjects that I should be sensitive about. Scrolling through Reddit I see a post of Māori students at an airport greeting their returning teacher with a traditional Māori war dance which was an admittedly sweet gesture but something didn't sit right with me. I wondered why the students greeting their teacher had to do so through a display of militaristic nationalism I wondered if that was the last dance the Moriori people saw before the Māori genocided them for their resources I wondered if the Māori danced like that as they ***** murdered, and cannibalized the Moriori. Wondering all of this made me ask myself: Why did they have to greet their teacher like that? The students wanted to make a big gesture which dancing is perfect for but dancing can also be vulnerable and embarrassing because people may mock how you express yourself but strangers at the airport are less likely to laugh at you if you're doing a synchronized dance with a group of people and the dancing is recognizably tied to national identity because then it's a culturally rich dance you're a xenophobe for laughing at and that's what nationalism is: strength in numbers and a readymade identity in lieu of an individual personality oftentimes for the sake of pistanthrophobia. So as I read the circlejerking comments on the post I wondered what the difference is between a Māori war dance and a **** salute I guess the Māori people have experienced more oppression than Nazis but nationalism is nationalism and those who have oppressed are oppressors and many who are oppressed would gladly be oppressors given the chance. Nationalism isn't healthy for culture and often isolates people from other cultures that are all combining due to globalization which people fight to preserve their little dances and costumes so we can stay in eternal conflict over delusions of supremacy when the only nationality should be a global one.
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So many cool things to do so many fun, and interesting things to do so many intoxicating things to stimulate the senses which, are always on march and parade DOPAMINE I stay chasing the next exciting thing the spectacle, the stimulation, music, promise but mostly I work my life away and then I drink, after Then the internet stimulates me:  Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, Instagram Goodreads, Reddit the next fix, always the next fix not where I want to be you can only be in one place I think my mind wants to be, in all places at once then, you get bored ******* bored that's there again Then minutes, moments, seconds move fast out of your life Alan Watts said, "thoughts are addictive," I know what he means he's not speaking in riddles A lot of times, it's just best not to think Somewhere in complete isolation with no one talking to you, or speaking to you eventually the voices and thoughts go away and you can cleanse yourself Hopefully
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
So Many Things
Feathered Fiends by Michael R. Burch Fascists of a feather flock together. Alternate: Conformists of a feather flock together. I came up with the "Fascists of a Feather" epigram after Donald Trump repeatedly praised authoritarian "strong men" like Vladimir Putin, Kim Jong Un, Rodrigo Duterte, Xi Jinping and Recep Tayyip Erdoğan. Heroic Americans fought a war against fascism and many of them paid the ultimate price, so why is Trump giving comfort to the enemy of democracy? The alternate version of this couplet was written first and won a National Couplet Contest sponsored by the Society of Classical Poets. The couplet has now been published in one form or another on the websites of major newspapers and news services like TheHill.com, Haaretz.com (Israel), Crikey.com (Australia), Cleveland.com (as the headline of a letter to the editor), Reddit Political Humor, and Humane Conservatives Unite Blog. Sometimes the epigram is quoted in reader comments, sometimes by the writers of letters to the editor, and sometimes within articles. Keywords/Tags: fascists, flock, together, fascism, conformists, nazis, blackshirts, brownshirts, dictator, tyrant, autocrat, despot, totalitarian, cultist, militarist
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
Feathered Fiends
Hie Yamaha Wegman ****** voyager, voted vonage valuable, unrepentant TIME Magazine subscriber. Spotify sportsman Snapchat smartly. Sleuth slenderman silences Shutterfly schvitzing. Saxby sassy Santander sais sage rues rudimentary router rotorooter. Royale Rococco rigged remarkably regular referee reefers red reddit reeder recuperating. Reconnaissance recluse really rabid. QVC quotient quoting, quo quoi quivering quite quirky. Quisling quipped. Quintuplets quintessentially quiet. Quids Quicken questions. Quartermaster qualified quaint quaffing quadrilateral Pythons. Pyrex pylons put purdy purposeful puny punsters punching. Pumpkin pumice publicized prudential protean pros properly pronouncing prolific prodigies. Proletariats professors' problematic. Pro privileges prioritized. Principle primates prevaricate. Preppy pregnant, praying prattler possibly Porgie. Poseidon pooping poodle ponders poppycock. Plum? Polite poison pods ply pitiful pinterest. Pinhead Pillsbury pillager Pi. Pigskin pierce petsmart pests permanently. Perdition percolates peppered PennState pedigreed PearlJam Patagonian. Pastor pastes passion passably. Papas' paginated orbitz okayed. Nutty node needs money. Next netzero nee naugahyde. Nattering nationwide nabob Moxie Molly McGee. Monosodium livingsocial joyus je kickstarter. Identityguard Huffington GMO. Gluten Glutamate footloose fancy free footlocker. Fingerhut fetishistic fabrication Cingular.
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
Just Mien Pap Smeared Vapid Yawping
Our Facebook, who art online Hashtag be thy name Thy fan-page grow Thy tweets be pinned On blogs as they are on Reddit Give us this day, our subscription e-mail And forgive us for our down thumbs As we forgive those who down thumb against us Lead us not into MySpace But deliver us from false avatars For thine is the internet and our time And our souls Forever and ever Amen
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Lord's Prayer (full correct version)
When I have fears I won’t get likes After posting my senseless selfie (taken in my bathroom), After tweeting a witty, wasted “Yikes!” Upon seeing the latest Cyrus escapade on Reddit come afternoon; When I behold, upon night’s starred face, I see it through my IPhone’s two-dimensional screen, And I think that’s what’ll get the rest of the race To notice me, after all I’m important – I don’t mean To demean, but I’m the fairest creature of the hour; I sometimes fear that you shall never look upon me, Well I never have to worry for now I have the power Of unreserved reticence to bestow upon thee – **** the hollowed experience, the heart, the mind lag; For my exhausted existence has been validated #420yoloswag.
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
When I Have Fears That I Won't Get Likes
Unsolicited advice against its storm I brace Showing no fear or shame as they get up in my face In other words ... They tell me to zig when I'm zagging "Hurry up man!" when I'm lagging "That's not the way I'd do it!" they opine "Better listen to me, get to it!" every time Hmm, if that's true then I'll know just what to do when I am you! More precisely ... When I do what you say in my own peculiar way You stand beaming with pride taking credit If I dare to complain you declare me insane then expose me to ridicule on Reddit (You don't regret it— there, I've said it!) Now I had my say what will you do? Hopefully MYOB not misconstrue "We just told  you the best way to go You must listen to us don’t you know?” Thanks!  If that's true then I'll know just what to do when I am you! As odd as that sounds it must be true I'll be doing sooo much better when I am you! 8/20/2022 Poetry form:  Lyric A sauté of unsolicited advice with a dash of fun.  All we're trying to do is get rid of the bitterness and make the rest of the flavors pop.  Yummy! Mark Toney © 2022
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Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 2:37 PM UTC
Unsolicited Advice
How I long to understand Why we are so underhand And throw away our lives for ownership Who owns blossom on the tree The gardener or the cherry Should the bumble bee own the scrip Twist your tendons and minds Embers fly as the axe grinds Just to avoid tongues cracking whip Drunken on your earned credit The latest "must buy" on Reddit Who knew owning could be so hip Time ticks and you get old Till the day your body's cold Then all your stuff cast in the skip The bee flies from the tree Pollen laden to the colony Careless of your past "ownership" The dollar turns into a cent All you "owned" was just for rent Space owns time, which owns your little blip.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Rent
Let me begin by saying that this is not me asking you out. This is me telling you, and countless others on the internet, that I think you're a really great person. You are an incredibly kind person, and honestly, I'm surprised that my asshole-ish ways haven't scared you off by now. Now see, the thing is that when I first saw you I asked my friend who you were and she called you "Reddit Man" to which I scoffed, because it sounded like you were a off brand superhero. On the next day I saw you again, I did that stupid thing where I slid up to where you were sitting and the words "So I hear you like Dungeons and Dragons." fell clumsily out of my mouth and I I turned red because that is not what I wanted to say. It has been approximately forty-three days since those stupid words clumsily fell out of my mouth and we haven't talked about DnD since. We have, however, talked about Reddit, Jake Hill, suicide, alcoholism, stalkerish 14-year-old girls, crazy exes, waluigi not being in smash, and dogs vs cats, among other things. Its been about two months and somehow, even when I stole courage from the burning sensation in my throat when I sip on liquid fire, I still have not said a word to you about how I feel. I wonder if maybe it was obvious, in the way I talked to you, about you. or in the way I blushed when I so much as brushed up against you in line during lunch, or in the way I laughed at all your jokes, as if everything you say is humorous. Let me reiterate the fact that I am not writing this to ask you out. But to instead let you in on how I feel about things other than my own death and the possibility of me flying to a foreign country and not coming back for a few years. And, yeah, this is a bit childish, writing an awkward sort of love letter, in hopes of you never seeing it, or if you do see it, I'll mostly likely be moved on to other things. But in all honesty I probably won't even mention this to you, until I'm in college and I message you out of curiosity to how that open heart surgery went. and now, that its been over a year, I'm finally in college, and I'd still like to ask how that operation went, and if when they opened up your chest if your heart was as broken as you told me it was.
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
hope that surgery went well
Let me begin by saying that this is not me asking you out. This is me telling you, and countless others on the internet, that I think you're a really great person. You are an incredibly kind person, and honestly, I'm surprised that my asshole-ish ways haven't scared you off by now. Now see, the thing is that when I first saw you I asked my friend who you were and she called you "Reddit Man" to which I scoffed, because it sounded like you were a off brand superhero. On the next day I saw you again, I did that stupid thing where I slid up to where you were sitting and the words "So I hear you like Dungeons and Dragons." fell clumsily out of my mouth and I I turned red because that is not what I wanted to say. It has been approximately forty-three days since those stupid words clumsily fell out of my mouth and we haven't talked about DnD since. We have, however, talked about Reddit, Jake Hill, suicide, alcoholism, stalkerish 14-year-old girls, crazy exes, waluigi not being in smash, and dogs vs cats, among other things. Its been about two months and somehow, even when I stole courage from the burning sensation in my throat when I sip on liquid fire, I still have not said a word to you about how I feel. I wonder if maybe it was obvious, in the way I talked to you, about you. or in the way I blushed when I so much as brushed up against you in line during lunch, or in the way I laughed at all your jokes, as if everything you say is humorous. Let me reiterate the fact that I am not writing this to ask you out. But to instead let you in on how I feel about things other than my own death and the possibility of me flying to a foreign country and not coming back for a few years. And, yeah, this is a bit childish, writing an awkward sort of love letter, in hopes of you never seeing it, or if you do see it, I'll mostly likely be moved on to other things. But in all honesty I probably won't even mention this to you, until I'm in college and I message you out of curiosity to how that open heart surgery went. and now, that its been over a year, I'm finally in college, and I'd still like to ask how that operation went, and if when they opened up your chest if your heart was as broken as you told me it was.
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*Click light, energy breathes in the machine comes to life knows nothing, new and fresh see symbols, hear clicks one room full of ONE thousand friends facebook, twitter, reddit, youtube tweet, like, spread, watch program after program you spread what you thought another mega byte out of your life data stored in the "cloud" past saved in imaginary space enter the net to endure a flix another box opens but this ones RED! open another portal and jump on in tab to google to find your best friend can't ask for direction it shows where you live words of the past, "call me" now instead skype, oovoo, tiny chat ME glitch in the system, there's an upgrade for that version 1.29875CYBORG complete! *click the energy goes down and your world is DEAD walk outside when you want ONE real friend
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 7:04 AM UTC
Flip the switch
The light from my cell phone shines brightly in my bedroom at night. My eyes thank the content creators who format their memes on Reddit with dark shades so depression won't hurt me outside too.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
r/2meirl4meirl
There was a screech, a crash, a horn, as blood was spilt and flesh was torn, there was no air with which to yell, as soul slipped out and spirit fell. Down and down the spectre tumbled, far from life and metal crumpled, til at last his body hovered, secrets flayed and thoughts uncovered The man cried out, his fear was warrant Here beside the mighty Torrent, Ages passed as seconds ticked He'd read the stories, he'd read of Styx. To the man ole' Charon staggered, beard unkempt and cheeks a' haggard, hand outstretched, although he knew, he would not get the penance due. "I've got no coin, or cash or credit, All I have is gold from Reddit." Charon shook, then said with glee "Redditors get in for free."
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
The River Styx
Enter here I have been twittered tweeted chat roulette a few Tumbled flickered facebooked too Instantagramed even reddit Haven’t been face to face in months Human contact Leaves me here in cyberspace Leaves me wanting waiting anticipating A warm whisper A single finger slowly moving down my arm A kiss on the forehead A loving embrace full of passion for me Smiles with dimples that glow the room like sunlight Twinkles in the eyes as laughter bubbles beneath the surface A single sigh of satisfaction but alas I google yahoo asked and binged I search for love Yet It’s back to the internet To hide and bide my time.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
enter here
Just beyond the fogged black glass Boston slides by as a fresh smear Huddled between low green hills Laced with fading white. Worship swells inside The blue nimbus hive As Boltbus pilgrims bow before Their tiny twitching screens. Praise god from whom all content flows Praise god for wireless here below Praise Stephen Jobs, ye gen-y host Praise Reddit, Fox News and Huffington Post. Salvation in the *** of Kim Kardashian. And the green is sliding by Blurring truth in soft blue sky Eternity in deep gray stone Ignored into silence.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
Boston Slides By
Darkness surrounds me, My left arm holds My iPhone aloft. A light shines down on My face. Its pale face A light in the darkness. Beside me is my lover, She -- worlds away in dreams. I read the words From worlds away On Twitter. On Facebook. On Reddit. Netflix draws me in. My phone, With white face And shrouded in darkness, Holds her chord, scythe-like Across my chest. Serving to sever my soul From this life around me. Merely a psychopomp, The reaper ushers Souls into the abyss. They lose touch with this world. I lose touch with this world. My mind is worlds away. I lose touch with this life.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
Reaper
You'll be twenty anyways. You're hesitant because you know your hairs will gray, but you'll be twenty anyways. You'll be thirty either way. between the sheets of snow and stressful days. you know you'll be thirty anyways. Come forty and fifty, then eighty and one-hundred; Ninety-three, ninety four then one-hundred and one dozen. No matter which way or when, all help from friends and cousins, you'll be thirty anyways.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
Reddit Post
While you’re sleeping The spiders bathe in your nightstand water As the mosquitos play you Copeland’s “Fanfare For The Common Man” The worms use you as a blanket The bees outside your window spread rumors about the Praying Mantis The roaches climb the bedpost to get a better view and the ants want to be left alone cause they’re too busy working on their own things while the Praying Mantis makes a move on the Brown Widow It’s actually not a widow it’s a Brown Recluse according my roommate, Charlie He tells me their bites are harmless But I don’t believe him So I take a picture and ask someone on reddit spiders and they tell me it looks like a Brown Widow but the photo quality isn’t too clear I mean I got up as close as I could to take the picture And we should really call an exterminator Because the Ladybugs now won’t shut up about the Mantis And the Moths are making a mess in the kitchen And it’s really Gal the landlords job to handle it But he’s too busy being a heart surgeon on the side so I guess I’ll have to do it I’ll call today. I’ll call now.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
Exterminator Wanted
Reddit You are a bunch Of snowflakes There is a difference From normal to terrorism There is a difference Between a Muslim extremist And a flipping Buddhist. When will this BS of racism And bigotry End??!! Jeeze!!!!!
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Reddit
This monster inside me hunts for your internet breadcrumbs      facebook pictures      reddit comments      spotify playlists and wants to slaughter the ***** from that post and smear her all over your wall. She wants to chop off her hair      die it purple      pierce her nose      learn guitar and sing cryptic hate songs to you in her own ******* band. She wants to text you and ignore the response      tease you      taunt you      **** you until you want her so bad it kills. But all of that is no good because you're still in my head      making decisions      haunting my thoughts      until I go insane Because nothing I do will give me you, the way you were.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
monsters