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"russia" poems

With my whole body I taste these peaches, I touch them and smell them. Who speaks? I absorb them as the Angevine Absorbs Anjou. I see them as a lover sees, As a young lover sees the first buds of spring And as the black Spaniard plays his guitar. Who speaks? But it must be that I, That animal, that Russian, that exile, for whom The bells of the chapel pullulate sounds at Heart. The peaches are large and round, Ah! and red; and they have peach fuzz, ah! They are full of juice and the skin is soft. They are full of the colors of my village And of fair weather, summer, dew, peace. The room is quiet where they are. The windows are open. The sunlight fills The curtains. Even the drifting of the curtains, Slight as it is, disturbs me. I did not know That such ferocities could tear One self from another, as these peaches do.

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Wallace Stevens

A Dish of Peaches in Russia

With my whole body I taste these peaches, I touch them and smell them. Who speaks? I absorb them as the Angevine Absorbs Anjou. I see them as a lover sees, As a young lover sees the first buds of spring And as the black Spaniard plays his guitar. Who speaks? But it must be that I, That animal, that Russian, that exile, for whom The bells of the chapel pullulate sounds at Heart. The peaches are large and round, Ah! and red; and they have peach fuzz, ah! They are full of juice and the skin is soft. They are full of the colors of my village And of fair weather, summer, dew, peace. The room is quiet where they are. The windows are open. The sunlight fills The curtains. Even the drifting of the curtains, Slight as it is, disturbs me. I did not know That such ferocities could tear One self from another, as these peaches do.

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We never took pictures together because you don't like how big your eyes are I would drown in them for you but you would be too busy watching the sunrise to notice. You have glasses because you're blind But they aren't the right prescription because you still don't see your beauty. I remember the night you had me drive two hours away from the city lights just so you could point out all the constellations you memorized when you were younger. I let you go on and on about stars, waiting for you to mention the way you outshine all of them But you kissed me instead and I think that was even better. Even when Summer faded out, you would always smell like sunshine. I wanted to live forever in the daydream of you and me walking along the shoreline. Your laughter was synonymous with sunflowers and how everytime you caught sight of them you couldn't stop yourself from smiling. But that should have been my warning sign because Russia's official flower is the Sunflower and ever since you left I've traded water for ***** and this winter has been unusually rainy but it's still too bright for me to go outside.

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Jan 2, 2015

Jan 2, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC

rebecca-suzanne

Facts about Sunflowers

We never took pictures together because you don't like how big your eyes are I would drown in them for you but you would be too busy watching the sunrise to notice. You have glasses because you're blind But they aren't the right prescription because you still don't see your beauty. I remember the night you had me drive two hours away from the city lights just so you could point out all the constellations you memorized when you were younger. I let you go on and on about stars, waiting for you to mention the way you outshine all of them But you kissed me instead and I think that was even better. Even when Summer faded out, you would always smell like sunshine. I wanted to live forever in the daydream of you and me walking along the shoreline. Your laughter was synonymous with sunflowers and how everytime you caught sight of them you couldn't stop yourself from smiling. But that should have been my warning sign because Russia's official flower is the Sunflower and ever since you left I've traded water for ***** and this winter has been unusually rainy but it's still too bright for me to go outside.

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Ceramic white, wood richly brown Smooth liquid....touching buds of taste Lips chasing chatter, slithering slogan sentences Arm reaching, lift off, exposing the pit, selecting Combination to the gestured shape, proposing Enlivening, trickling conversation tripping To my left. A phone, pressing snugly, ear Tuned up, alerted, filtering the microwave Throng. With welcome warmth, thaw began Icy film packaging a heart temporarily beat Free, playing, fraternising.....roulette with Russia

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Jan 5, 2013

Jan 5, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC

laura-susan-smith

A happening by chance

Ceramic white, wood richly brown Smooth liquid....touching buds of taste Lips chasing chatter, slithering slogan sentences Arm reaching, lift off, exposing the pit, selecting Combination to the gestured shape, proposing Enlivening, trickling conversation tripping To my left. A phone, pressing snugly, ear Tuned up, alerted, filtering the microwave Throng. With welcome warmth, thaw began Icy film packaging a heart temporarily beat Free, playing, fraternising.....roulette with Russia

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Dec 21, 2019

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By now,the seed varieties of the world, may have been attacked beyond recovery by wars of pretense and relapses. We are still learning how to handle it properly. We tend to say. Some will talk and plan over dinner parties, over TV or Radio. Most will leave it behind like another corpse of lessons thrown to the gutter, like a dead *** on another Sunset Boulevard. Iraq's seed banks we blew up in the 2000s. In various places in Asia and the Middle East, places of life and cultured varieties gone in an instant. Echoing our imprisoned ignorance and drives for more instant goods and services. Indian farmers have committed mass suicides after their god Hanuman was used by a chemical giant to sell poison seeds and renewed bondages of indebtedness. One question a stranger asked a group of writers on tour was not what their poetry or books were about, nor why they wrote it, but how writing may and may not be helping as we make decisions and solve problems now? Once agricultural lands turn into new promises of commercial buildings. Cities of inaccessible towers and abandoned malls in America, Spain, China, and Russia feeds us back our own echo. Like converted uses of lands, our humanity is converted into inanimate collections and status symbols of some players or parties. As we face our continuing struggle between our oppressor-selves and our genuine roots. Despite the perversions, inside vicious habits of waste where we glorify promises of war and efficiencies, we continue to be entrusted with the ongoing lessons: Rarely do surviving generations through famine, war and diseases, throw away means to live, or destroy any kind of seed. Every day we wake to the ruins and remains of Our living poetry, word spaces, hours, exchanges, gains and losses, stopping and going. This time, not just for fires of anguish or unnecessary losses, but for each other's midnight lamps.#

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Sep 3, 2018

Sep 3, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC

By now,the seed varieties of the world, may have been attacked beyond recovery by wars of pretense and relapses. We are still learning how to handle it properly. We tend to say. Some will talk and plan over dinner parties, over TV or Radio. Most will leave it behind like another corpse of lessons thrown to the gutter, like a dead *** on another Sunset Boulevard. Iraq's seed banks we blew up in the 2000s. In various places in Asia and the Middle East, places of life and cultured varieties gone in an instant. Echoing our imprisoned ignorance and drives for more instant goods and services. Indian farmers have committed mass suicides after their god Hanuman was used by a chemical giant to sell poison seeds and renewed bondages of indebtedness. One question a stranger asked a group of writers on tour was not what their poetry or books were about, nor why they wrote it, but how writing may and may not be helping as we make decisions and solve problems now? Once agricultural lands turn into new promises of commercial buildings. Cities of inaccessible towers and abandoned malls in America, Spain, China, and Russia feeds us back our own echo. Like converted uses of lands, our humanity is converted into inanimate collections and status symbols of some players or parties. As we face our continuing struggle between our oppressor-selves and our genuine roots. Despite the perversions, inside vicious habits of waste where we glorify promises of war and efficiencies, we continue to be entrusted with the ongoing lessons: Rarely do surviving generations through famine, war and diseases, throw away means to live, or destroy any kind of seed. Every day we wake to the ruins and remains of Our living poetry, word spaces, hours, exchanges, gains and losses, stopping and going. This time, not just for fires of anguish or unnecessary losses, but for each other's midnight lamps.#

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Nobody marching toward us Their guns making us die. No tanks are come clanking No bombers in the sky. But our Congress and generals When oil or bases seem needed; We appear armed and threatening Peace and love talk not heeded. No country has attacked us With troops and lethal artillery. But our leaders expect us to Go open up their arteries And **** their women and children And laugh while they all die And we are expected to do this And never think to ask why. It’s almost like big companies Were sad when WW2 ended So they started attacking countries We really should have befriended. We let Russia have free reign To **** and ****** and steal Almost as if their aggression Wasn’t really true or even real. We looked around and made them, Those evil old warlike excuses, That some country threatened freedom And we pretended they weren’t ruses. We attacked Korea and Vietnam We were just supposed to observe That they were yellow people there And think they got what they deserved. We didn’t stop there, as Reagan took A duly elected leader and put him in jail. If any country did that to our country The conservatives would howl and rail. Then the Bushes tried their best to take Iraq to steal their oil and punish them And created an era of stronger hatred And anti-American outrage and mayhem. No foreign country has attacked America; So, the point bears repeating once again. We need to stop acting like bullies here And start acting like decent statesmen And women who have the bigger picture; The growth of peace in our battered world So, other countries will not take their guns And shoot our flag when it’s unfurled.

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC

THE BIG LIE OF WAR

Nobody marching toward us Their guns making us die. No tanks are come clanking No bombers in the sky. But our Congress and generals When oil or bases seem needed; We appear armed and threatening Peace and love talk not heeded. No country has attacked us With troops and lethal artillery. But our leaders expect us to Go open up their arteries And **** their women and children And laugh while they all die And we are expected to do this And never think to ask why. It’s almost like big companies Were sad when WW2 ended So they started attacking countries We really should have befriended. We let Russia have free reign To **** and ****** and steal Almost as if their aggression Wasn’t really true or even real. We looked around and made them, Those evil old warlike excuses, That some country threatened freedom And we pretended they weren’t ruses. We attacked Korea and Vietnam We were just supposed to observe That they were yellow people there And think they got what they deserved. We didn’t stop there, as Reagan took A duly elected leader and put him in jail. If any country did that to our country The conservatives would howl and rail. Then the Bushes tried their best to take Iraq to steal their oil and punish them And created an era of stronger hatred And anti-American outrage and mayhem. No foreign country has attacked America; So, the point bears repeating once again. We need to stop acting like bullies here And start acting like decent statesmen And women who have the bigger picture; The growth of peace in our battered world So, other countries will not take their guns And shoot our flag when it’s unfurled.

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I always wondered why people judged others for their sexuality. Shouldn't love be just the words like "love is love". People should be able to express themselves thru words and actions. Sexuality is something others take for granted or even advantage of. If a guy comes out gay woman usually always say "the pretty boys are always the gay ones" or how men always come up to woman who are lesbian say "I can turn that girl straight in just one night". Or even hearing still to this day people are protesting on the street against gays and gay marriage. Today's society rather care bout brands, religion, race, and someone's sexuality rather than someone's cultural background and getting to know someone deep within. Teens who hide in the closet due to their families being against their sons or daughters for being gay become suicidal and the suicide percentages go up. People take deaths more serious than those who are a live and trying to make some of their selves. Rumors that are spread round by high school students bout someone's sexuality turns into harmful beatings, but the school system is too into themselves and care bout their job title rather than to take care of harassment and bullying. Celebrities who hide their sexuality then later come out are the talk of the town, then there is always that one person from paparazzi who screws with the news headline and puts lies into everyone in society and everyone believes what they see rather than to think outside the box that not everything they see online or TV is true. Parents who are gay are looked upon as to "who wears the pants" in the relationship, or "whose top", or even whose the "daddy or the mommy". Then the children who have gay parents become victims and are always assumed they are also gay too or just not normal in today's society. A lot of countries for example Russia abuses their laws against gays and soon enough fights and killings close to murders happen every minute of every second of every day. Even presidents in a lot of states and countries are against gays and try to pass laws made by the government which by then a lot more people hide behind closets. The world is more ******* up than people may think, if we just stick together and except people as they are then there would be equality.

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Jan 13, 2018

Jan 13, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC

I always wondered why people judged others for their sexuality. Shouldn't love be just the words like "love is love". People should be able to express themselves thru words and actions. Sexuality is something others take for granted or even advantage of. If a guy comes out gay woman usually always say "the pretty boys are always the gay ones" or how men always come up to woman who are lesbian say "I can turn that girl straight in just one night". Or even hearing still to this day people are protesting on the street against gays and gay marriage. Today's society rather care bout brands, religion, race, and someone's sexuality rather than someone's cultural background and getting to know someone deep within. Teens who hide in the closet due to their families being against their sons or daughters for being gay become suicidal and the suicide percentages go up. People take deaths more serious than those who are a live and trying to make some of their selves. Rumors that are spread round by high school students bout someone's sexuality turns into harmful beatings, but the school system is too into themselves and care bout their job title rather than to take care of harassment and bullying. Celebrities who hide their sexuality then later come out are the talk of the town, then there is always that one person from paparazzi who screws with the news headline and puts lies into everyone in society and everyone believes what they see rather than to think outside the box that not everything they see online or TV is true. Parents who are gay are looked upon as to "who wears the pants" in the relationship, or "whose top", or even whose the "daddy or the mommy". Then the children who have gay parents become victims and are always assumed they are also gay too or just not normal in today's society. A lot of countries for example Russia abuses their laws against gays and soon enough fights and killings close to murders happen every minute of every second of every day. Even presidents in a lot of states and countries are against gays and try to pass laws made by the government which by then a lot more people hide behind closets. The world is more ******* up than people may think, if we just stick together and except people as they are then there would be equality.

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If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my ***** Iran I'd throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap, scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in the jungle, I'd wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of Mexico, Rub that smog off the North Pole, wipe up all the pipelines in Alaska, Rub a dub dub for Rocky Flats and Los Alamos, Flush that sparkly Cesium out of Love Canal Rinse down the Acid Rain over the Parthenon & Sphinx, Drain Sludge out of the Mediterranean basin & make it azure again, Put some blueing back into the sky over the Rhine, bleach the little Clouds so snow return white as snow, Cleanse the Hudson Thames & Neckar, Drain the Suds out of Lake Erie Then I'd throw big Asia in one giant Load & wash out the blood & Agent Orange, Dump the whole mess of Russia and China in the wringer, squeeze out the tattletail Gray of U.S. Central American police state, & put the planet in the drier & let it sit 20 minutes or an Aeon till it came out clean. Allen Ginsberg Boulder, 26 April, 1980 .

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Apr 6, 2014

Apr 6, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC

Homework (by Allen Ginsberg)

If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my ***** Iran I'd throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap, scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in the jungle, I'd wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of Mexico, Rub that smog off the North Pole, wipe up all the pipelines in Alaska, Rub a dub dub for Rocky Flats and Los Alamos, Flush that sparkly Cesium out of Love Canal Rinse down the Acid Rain over the Parthenon & Sphinx, Drain Sludge out of the Mediterranean basin & make it azure again, Put some blueing back into the sky over the Rhine, bleach the little Clouds so snow return white as snow, Cleanse the Hudson Thames & Neckar, Drain the Suds out of Lake Erie Then I'd throw big Asia in one giant Load & wash out the blood & Agent Orange, Dump the whole mess of Russia and China in the wringer, squeeze out the tattletail Gray of U.S. Central American police state, & put the planet in the drier & let it sit 20 minutes or an Aeon till it came out clean. Allen Ginsberg Boulder, 26 April, 1980 .

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Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in the mother, Stones melting about the root. The quick of the earth burned out: The toil of all our ages a loss With leaf and insect. Yet flitting thought (Not to be thought ridiculous) Shies from the world-cancelling black Of its playing shadow: it has learned That there's no trusting (trusting to luck) Dates when the world's due to be burned; That the future's no calamitous change But a malingering of now, Histories, towns, faces that no Malice or accident much derange. And though bomb be matched against bomb, Though all mankind wince out and nothing endure -- Earth gone in an instant flare -- Did a lesser death come Onto the white hospital bed Where one, numb beyond her last of sense, Closed her eyes on the world's evidence And into pillows sunk her head.

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A Woman Unconscious

Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in the mother, Stones melting about the root. The quick of the earth burned out: The toil of all our ages a loss With leaf and insect. Yet flitting thought (Not to be thought ridiculous) Shies from the world-cancelling black Of its playing shadow: it has learned That there's no trusting (trusting to luck) Dates when the world's due to be burned; That the future's no calamitous change But a malingering of now, Histories, towns, faces that no Malice or accident much derange. And though bomb be matched against bomb, Though all mankind wince out and nothing endure -- Earth gone in an instant flare -- Did a lesser death come Onto the white hospital bed Where one, numb beyond her last of sense, Closed her eyes on the world's evidence And into pillows sunk her head.

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HEAR YE HEAR YE: It's a wedding bell for bedding well cause' we're crushin' the illusion of Russian collusion! CNN wets on Russian bedding but Trump bets on Russian wedding, and you're invited to the bridal shower. Punking the monkery, dig the debunkery; from Rasputin to Putin it's time for some straight shootin'. Hillary looks old and glowers at Donald's rumored golden showers. Our media owes US an explanation for streams of steaming urination, but we are willing to forgive and use their wet diapers as debt wipers. My poem's appeal may take a toll, but let its little peal now roll: ****** ****** rings the bell A Fake News warning; time to spell out what was wet with Moscow girls. Putin's putas ? Wisdom's pearls were pried from Truth's reluctant shell, banishing Hillary straight to hell. None. It's what we want left over from this hag. We now discover beds were dry; it all amounted (all those golden tricks recounted) to less than a tepid bowl of kasha. . . Russia laughed from her summer dacha. InfoWars was on it first while Dems spun lies from false to worst, awarding cash for faked dossiers embellished with the CIA's well-trained performing circus-seal. The FBI endorsed the deal as RINOS horned in on the action: Washingtonian distraction; a democrat-concocted fuss— . . . but we ALL paid Hillary to **** on us.

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC

Fake News Wets Bed

HEAR YE HEAR YE: It's a wedding bell for bedding well cause' we're crushin' the illusion of Russian collusion! CNN wets on Russian bedding but Trump bets on Russian wedding, and you're invited to the bridal shower. Punking the monkery, dig the debunkery; from Rasputin to Putin it's time for some straight shootin'. Hillary looks old and glowers at Donald's rumored golden showers. Our media owes US an explanation for streams of steaming urination, but we are willing to forgive and use their wet diapers as debt wipers. My poem's appeal may take a toll, but let its little peal now roll: ****** ****** rings the bell A Fake News warning; time to spell out what was wet with Moscow girls. Putin's putas ? Wisdom's pearls were pried from Truth's reluctant shell, banishing Hillary straight to hell. None. It's what we want left over from this hag. We now discover beds were dry; it all amounted (all those golden tricks recounted) to less than a tepid bowl of kasha. . . Russia laughed from her summer dacha. InfoWars was on it first while Dems spun lies from false to worst, awarding cash for faked dossiers embellished with the CIA's well-trained performing circus-seal. The FBI endorsed the deal as RINOS horned in on the action: Washingtonian distraction; a democrat-concocted fuss— . . . but we ALL paid Hillary to **** on us.

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Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they will not. They said you were immeasurably empty but you are not. They said you were sick unto dying but they were wrong. You are singing like a school girl. You are not torn. Sweet weight, in celebration of the woman I am and of the central creature and its delight I sing for you. I dare to live. Hello, spirit. Hello, cup. Fasten, cover. Cover that does contain. Hello to the soil of the fields. Welcome, roots. Each cell has a life. There is enough here to please a nation. It is enough that the populace own these goods. Any person, any commonwealth would say of it, "It is good this year that we may plant again and think forward to a harvest. Many women are singing together of this: one is in a shoe factory cursing the machine, one is at the aquarium tending a seal, one is dull at the wheel of her Ford, one is at the toll gate collecting, one is tying the cord of a calf in Arizona, one is straddling a cello in Russia, one is shifting pots on the stove in Egypt, one is painting her bedroom walls moon color, one is dying but remembering a breakfast, one is stretching on her mat in Thailand, one is wiping the *** of her child, one is staring out the window of a train in the middle of Wyoming and one is anywhere and some are everywhere and all seem to be singing, although some can not sing a note. Sweet weight, in celebration of the woman I am let me carry a ten-foot scarf, let me drum for the nineteen-year-olds, let me carry bowls for the offering (if that is my part). Let me study the cardiovascular tissue, let me examine the angular distance of meteors, let me **** on the stems of flowers (if that is my part).. Let me make certain tribal figures (if that is my part). For this thing the body needs let me sing for the supper, for the kissing, for the correct yes.

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In Celebration of My ******

Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they will not. They said you were immeasurably empty but you are not. They said you were sick unto dying but they were wrong. You are singing like a school girl. You are not torn. Sweet weight, in celebration of the woman I am and of the central creature and its delight I sing for you. I dare to live. Hello, spirit. Hello, cup. Fasten, cover. Cover that does contain. Hello to the soil of the fields. Welcome, roots. Each cell has a life. There is enough here to please a nation. It is enough that the populace own these goods. Any person, any commonwealth would say of it, "It is good this year that we may plant again and think forward to a harvest. Many women are singing together of this: one is in a shoe factory cursing the machine, one is at the aquarium tending a seal, one is dull at the wheel of her Ford, one is at the toll gate collecting, one is tying the cord of a calf in Arizona, one is straddling a cello in Russia, one is shifting pots on the stove in Egypt, one is painting her bedroom walls moon color, one is dying but remembering a breakfast, one is stretching on her mat in Thailand, one is wiping the *** of her child, one is staring out the window of a train in the middle of Wyoming and one is anywhere and some are everywhere and all seem to be singing, although some can not sing a note. Sweet weight, in celebration of the woman I am let me carry a ten-foot scarf, let me drum for the nineteen-year-olds, let me carry bowls for the offering (if that is my part). Let me study the cardiovascular tissue, let me examine the angular distance of meteors, let me **** on the stems of flowers (if that is my part).. Let me make certain tribal figures (if that is my part). For this thing the body needs let me sing for the supper, for the kissing, for the correct yes.

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Bonjour, hello to this French revolution, where people fought against the corrupted monarchy and created a new constitution. Hunger, no rights and no respect, they could not seem to solve it peacefully, so they cut off Louis the XVI neck. Marie Antoinette was a heartless greedy ***** she stole the people's food, so now she deserves some punishment, this is a historical moment for these people which they would soon cement. They started the Reign of Terror, which some may say was a costly and unnecessary error. Millions of people were killed and most were wrongly accused, their used to be equality, liberty, and fraternity, but all people saw was death, which is something not to be amused. The French Revolution where the third class fought the monarchy, so everyone could have true equality, liberty, and fraternity. Then came a guy named Napoléon who changed their wicked ways, he founded new ideas which created the future you see today. I know he wasn't exactly the best, he crowned himself the emperor, which no one had a say on, he pretended to respect the church and have meritocracy but really he was just a con, deceiving people as if they were just a couple of pawns. Napoléon is a wimp, he cost millions of lives, he also abandoned his armies multiple times, he may be one of the, greatest strategist's in the world, but really he's just a waste of time. Napoléon should have figured out not to attack Russia at winter time, it never worked out before so why would it work this time. He may be a symbol of France and the greatest self proclaimed emperor, but he died because of his pride just like Maximillian Robespierre. That was the end of the French Revolution, they slowly lost their power but they still hold onto their republican constitution. So aurevoir for now, bon voyage to you grande revolution, till your next controversial decisions and solutions.

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC

The French Revolution rap

Bonjour, hello to this French revolution, where people fought against the corrupted monarchy and created a new constitution. Hunger, no rights and no respect, they could not seem to solve it peacefully, so they cut off Louis the XVI neck. Marie Antoinette was a heartless greedy ***** she stole the people's food, so now she deserves some punishment, this is a historical moment for these people which they would soon cement. They started the Reign of Terror, which some may say was a costly and unnecessary error. Millions of people were killed and most were wrongly accused, their used to be equality, liberty, and fraternity, but all people saw was death, which is something not to be amused. The French Revolution where the third class fought the monarchy, so everyone could have true equality, liberty, and fraternity. Then came a guy named Napoléon who changed their wicked ways, he founded new ideas which created the future you see today. I know he wasn't exactly the best, he crowned himself the emperor, which no one had a say on, he pretended to respect the church and have meritocracy but really he was just a con, deceiving people as if they were just a couple of pawns. Napoléon is a wimp, he cost millions of lives, he also abandoned his armies multiple times, he may be one of the, greatest strategist's in the world, but really he's just a waste of time. Napoléon should have figured out not to attack Russia at winter time, it never worked out before so why would it work this time. He may be a symbol of France and the greatest self proclaimed emperor, but he died because of his pride just like Maximillian Robespierre. That was the end of the French Revolution, they slowly lost their power but they still hold onto their republican constitution. So aurevoir for now, bon voyage to you grande revolution, till your next controversial decisions and solutions.

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to establish an initiative for protection of gentleness? follow the patterns of what does call joy in buddhism? joy is always innocent I follow your footsteps through the dark tunnel in the shimmering light and wonder what a courage you bring towards any jeopardy which hunts you, my queer peer, behind any conner in this fallocentric world

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC

to my imaginable transgender fellow in russia

to establish an initiative for protection of gentleness? follow the patterns of what does call joy in buddhism? joy is always innocent I follow your footsteps through the dark tunnel in the shimmering light and wonder what a courage you bring towards any jeopardy which hunts you, my queer peer, behind any conner in this fallocentric world

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The fiscal snare is drawing tight Putin’s day... now courting night, Rouble tilts vertiginously To Satan’s **** religiously. Fiscal snare is drawing blood A trickle then... is now a flood, Russia’s central bank adjusts But ineffectually, combusts. Hard line prospects elbow dance Aligning for assasins lance. Perhaps…. Better now, the Devil known Than facing down an Unknown throne….. Facing down an Iron call With finger poised in nuclear thrall. What choice now for ego’s Prince Retreat from Eastern Ukraine’s wince? Retreat Crimea’s balmy shores To face the nationalistic howl of hordes? Brinkmanship…the other way A gamble that the West might sway? Either way the game is up Now bitter wine brims Russia’s cup. M.

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Dec 17, 2014

Dec 17, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC

The fiscal snare is drawing tight Putin’s day... now courting night, Rouble tilts vertiginously To Satan’s **** religiously. Fiscal snare is drawing blood A trickle then... is now a flood, Russia’s central bank adjusts But ineffectually, combusts. Hard line prospects elbow dance Aligning for assasins lance. Perhaps…. Better now, the Devil known Than facing down an Unknown throne….. Facing down an Iron call With finger poised in nuclear thrall. What choice now for ego’s Prince Retreat from Eastern Ukraine’s wince? Retreat Crimea’s balmy shores To face the nationalistic howl of hordes? Brinkmanship…the other way A gamble that the West might sway? Either way the game is up Now bitter wine brims Russia’s cup. M.

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Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open the blood, It can make black roses. Who are the shooting at? It is you the knives are out for At Waterloo, Waterloo, Napoleon, The **** of Elba on your short back, And the snow, marshaling its brilliant cutlery Mass after mass, saying Shh! Shh! These are chess people you play with, Still figures of ivory. The mud squirms with throats, Stepping stones for French bootsoles. The gilt and pink domes of Russia melt and float off In the furnace of greed. Clouds, clouds. So the swarm ***** and deserts Seventy feet up, in a black pine tree. It must be shot down. Pom! Pom! So dumb it thinks bullets are thunder. It thinks they are the voice of God Condoning the beak, the claw, the grin of the dog Yellow-haunched, a pack-dog, Grinning over its bone of ivory Like the pack, the pack, like everybody. The bees have got so far. Seventy feet high! Russia, Poland and Germany! The mild hills, the same old magenta Fields shrunk to a penny Spun into a river, the river crossed. The bees argue, in their black ball, A flying hedgehog, all prickles. The man with gray hands stands under the honeycomb Of their dream, the hived station Where trains, faithful to their steel arcs, Leave and arrive, and there is no end to the country. Pom! Pom! They fall Dismembered, to a tod of ivy. So much for the charioteers, the outriders, the Grand Army! A red tatter, Napoleon! The last badge of victory. The swarm is knocked into a cocked straw hat. Elba, Elba, bleb on the sea! The white busts of marshals, admirals, generals Worming themselves into niches. How instructive this is! The dumb, banded bodies Walking the plank draped with Mother France's upholstery Into a new mausoleum, An ivory palace, a crotch pine. The man with gray hands smiles -- The smile of a man of business, intensely practical. They are not hands at all But asbestos receptacles. Pom! Pom! 'They would have killed me.' Stings big as drawing pins! It seems bees have a notion of honor, A black intractable mind. Napoleon is pleased, he is pleased with everything. O Europe! O ton of honey!

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Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open the blood, It can make black roses. Who are the shooting at? It is you the knives are out for At Waterloo, Waterloo, Napoleon, The **** of Elba on your short back, And the snow, marshaling its brilliant cutlery Mass after mass, saying Shh! Shh! These are chess people you play with, Still figures of ivory. The mud squirms with throats, Stepping stones for French bootsoles. The gilt and pink domes of Russia melt and float off In the furnace of greed. Clouds, clouds. So the swarm ***** and deserts Seventy feet up, in a black pine tree. It must be shot down. Pom! Pom! So dumb it thinks bullets are thunder. It thinks they are the voice of God Condoning the beak, the claw, the grin of the dog Yellow-haunched, a pack-dog, Grinning over its bone of ivory Like the pack, the pack, like everybody. The bees have got so far. Seventy feet high! Russia, Poland and Germany! The mild hills, the same old magenta Fields shrunk to a penny Spun into a river, the river crossed. The bees argue, in their black ball, A flying hedgehog, all prickles. The man with gray hands stands under the honeycomb Of their dream, the hived station Where trains, faithful to their steel arcs, Leave and arrive, and there is no end to the country. Pom! Pom! They fall Dismembered, to a tod of ivy. So much for the charioteers, the outriders, the Grand Army! A red tatter, Napoleon! The last badge of victory. The swarm is knocked into a cocked straw hat. Elba, Elba, bleb on the sea! The white busts of marshals, admirals, generals Worming themselves into niches. How instructive this is! The dumb, banded bodies Walking the plank draped with Mother France's upholstery Into a new mausoleum, An ivory palace, a crotch pine. The man with gray hands smiles -- The smile of a man of business, intensely practical. They are not hands at all But asbestos receptacles. Pom! Pom! 'They would have killed me.' Stings big as drawing pins! It seems bees have a notion of honor, A black intractable mind. Napoleon is pleased, he is pleased with everything. O Europe! O ton of honey!

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there was a little cheetah he had a dream one day to run in the olympics in a land so far away he boarded on a plane and flew across the sea to a place in russia where the games would be he went to the track a runner he would be running in a marathon a sporty cat was he then the time had come for the cheetahs race he stood in a line and cheetah took his place now the race was on cheetah took it slow took it nice and easy with a steady flow they ran for quite a while the race was very long cheetah had a finish that was so very strong as the finish neared he come to the front then stepped us his speed like being on a hunt he went like a train like the speed of light and flew across the finish line with no one else in sight his mission it was over and his race one won he enjoyed his holiday that gave him so much fun

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Feb 7, 2014

Feb 7, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC

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olympic cheetah

there was a little cheetah he had a dream one day to run in the olympics in a land so far away he boarded on a plane and flew across the sea to a place in russia where the games would be he went to the track a runner he would be running in a marathon a sporty cat was he then the time had come for the cheetahs race he stood in a line and cheetah took his place now the race was on cheetah took it slow took it nice and easy with a steady flow they ran for quite a while the race was very long cheetah had a finish that was so very strong as the finish neared he come to the front then stepped us his speed like being on a hunt he went like a train like the speed of light and flew across the finish line with no one else in sight his mission it was over and his race one won he enjoyed his holiday that gave him so much fun

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The posters said tomorrow At eleven on the dot The Mishkin Brothers Circus Would be here ....on this spot There would be no carnival or midway Just one tent and three rings And all of the excitement That a good old circus brings There would be elephants and lions Trapeze artists overhead Dancing dogs and ponies And zebras painted red Clowns of all description Answering to just one man In the center of the circle Was Mishkin brother....Dan He'd run the show for twenty years Gone from town to town to town In one day they would get set up And in two, they'd tear it down One day to show the locals The circus still was an event With magic, form the Barnum Days All housed inside one tent The sideshow barkers and their geeks Were not with this fine group Dan Mishkin had assembled Only the finest circus troup From Russia he had jugglers Knife throwers, just the best ******** riders from Decatur Along with all the rest Fourteen trucks and trailers Pulled into town the night before Breaking ground once they arrived Working right through until four Just old time entertainment No travelling gypsy band was this It was the Mishkin Brothers Circus It was something not to miss The show was started promptly At twelve o'clock, like the sign said A parade of all the players And the zebras painted red Two shows and it was over The whole routine began anew The field was once more empty Gone was the Mishkin rolling zoo A year from now, we'd see the signs And we'd all go to the tent To see the Mishkin Brothers Circus The best money ever spent

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC

The day the circus came to town

The posters said tomorrow At eleven on the dot The Mishkin Brothers Circus Would be here ....on this spot There would be no carnival or midway Just one tent and three rings And all of the excitement That a good old circus brings There would be elephants and lions Trapeze artists overhead Dancing dogs and ponies And zebras painted red Clowns of all description Answering to just one man In the center of the circle Was Mishkin brother....Dan He'd run the show for twenty years Gone from town to town to town In one day they would get set up And in two, they'd tear it down One day to show the locals The circus still was an event With magic, form the Barnum Days All housed inside one tent The sideshow barkers and their geeks Were not with this fine group Dan Mishkin had assembled Only the finest circus troup From Russia he had jugglers Knife throwers, just the best ******** riders from Decatur Along with all the rest Fourteen trucks and trailers Pulled into town the night before Breaking ground once they arrived Working right through until four Just old time entertainment No travelling gypsy band was this It was the Mishkin Brothers Circus It was something not to miss The show was started promptly At twelve o'clock, like the sign said A parade of all the players And the zebras painted red Two shows and it was over The whole routine began anew The field was once more empty Gone was the Mishkin rolling zoo A year from now, we'd see the signs And we'd all go to the tent To see the Mishkin Brothers Circus The best money ever spent

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Manning up in Texas Geldof overdose needles at the bed stand starlet comatose California dreaming killer meets demise hurling in a taxi puke fee on the rise Fighting in the Gaza Jordan's holy war rebels on a mission Jihad underscore The North Korean riddle pales in grand design crisis on the border planes fall from the sky Cooking on a deadline tempting tapenades herbs are in the spotlight wines that give a nod Google maps the body DOW at record highs Uber comes to market corn is on the rise Apple on its earnings Caterpillar dead European sanctions banks have **** the bed Clippers threaten boycott Longhorns follow purge Lynch is out of training camp James is on the verge Leinart taking *** shots coughing up a lung lions take a licking fans are throwing dung Another day in Vegas Primm from A-Z rolling out an ankle a flying SUV Quiet tempting spaces made better by design multi color pea coat silence fuels the mind Stabbing in the subway goat caught in a well apes are selling tickets (but leave behind a smell) Puberty on trial a man without a head teachers feel alone lets take them to the shed! Jonah's tomb destroyed wreckage in Mumbai Sugar Daddy sites Freedom 85 The immigrant debate Russia's mounting toll unions on a mission heads are gonna roll Beaches for the nudists hotels on the cheap the best generic brands a list you have to keep! Planning your estate questions from the camp a mansion up for sale where once they filmed The Champ Midwives threaten action aboriginal act truckers want concessions that train has left the track Sharks are found in Fundy a prized but perilous catch food we love to hate the most an irrefutable batch A family on the brink I want my kids to fail! politicians drains all hope a ban on Israel Follow out each headline let the columns be your guide all these things did happen the day that Newhouse died

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC

The Day That Robert Newhouse Died

Manning up in Texas Geldof overdose needles at the bed stand starlet comatose California dreaming killer meets demise hurling in a taxi puke fee on the rise Fighting in the Gaza Jordan's holy war rebels on a mission Jihad underscore The North Korean riddle pales in grand design crisis on the border planes fall from the sky Cooking on a deadline tempting tapenades herbs are in the spotlight wines that give a nod Google maps the body DOW at record highs Uber comes to market corn is on the rise Apple on its earnings Caterpillar dead European sanctions banks have **** the bed Clippers threaten boycott Longhorns follow purge Lynch is out of training camp James is on the verge Leinart taking *** shots coughing up a lung lions take a licking fans are throwing dung Another day in Vegas Primm from A-Z rolling out an ankle a flying SUV Quiet tempting spaces made better by design multi color pea coat silence fuels the mind Stabbing in the subway goat caught in a well apes are selling tickets (but leave behind a smell) Puberty on trial a man without a head teachers feel alone lets take them to the shed! Jonah's tomb destroyed wreckage in Mumbai Sugar Daddy sites Freedom 85 The immigrant debate Russia's mounting toll unions on a mission heads are gonna roll Beaches for the nudists hotels on the cheap the best generic brands a list you have to keep! Planning your estate questions from the camp a mansion up for sale where once they filmed The Champ Midwives threaten action aboriginal act truckers want concessions that train has left the track Sharks are found in Fundy a prized but perilous catch food we love to hate the most an irrefutable batch A family on the brink I want my kids to fail! politicians drains all hope a ban on Israel Follow out each headline let the columns be your guide all these things did happen the day that Newhouse died

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Jade sauna just over body temperature to increase metabolism smooth blood flow and sweat out toxins my hair is up there are no lines on my pale smooth face I'm happy and peaceful I look so serene and so skinny "'scuse me you speak Russian?" it's one of the cute foreigners I've had my eye on flirtations ensued and it was nice to be looked at with fascination with cute wonder getting complimented through broken english as he ran his hands through his hair smiling abashedly trying to make sense of my words as I did the same for his-- we were up all night talking "no halloween in Russia, but if had, you be Queen" he knew nothing of me just this peaceful calm side that smiled and giggled and carried a conversation like a feather on the wind he saw a girl he could smile at and say "you are very beautiful" "you have lovely smile" I'll never see him again in my life but what a wonderful memory to have of someone nothing but kind words and laughter and peace serenity a few of the things I treasure most, yes, what a lovely memory of Annex the smiling Russian boy who drank tea with me at the Jeju Spa until the sun rose and the lights came back on.

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC

"'scuse me you speak Russian?"

Jade sauna just over body temperature to increase metabolism smooth blood flow and sweat out toxins my hair is up there are no lines on my pale smooth face I'm happy and peaceful I look so serene and so skinny "'scuse me you speak Russian?" it's one of the cute foreigners I've had my eye on flirtations ensued and it was nice to be looked at with fascination with cute wonder getting complimented through broken english as he ran his hands through his hair smiling abashedly trying to make sense of my words as I did the same for his-- we were up all night talking "no halloween in Russia, but if had, you be Queen" he knew nothing of me just this peaceful calm side that smiled and giggled and carried a conversation like a feather on the wind he saw a girl he could smile at and say "you are very beautiful" "you have lovely smile" I'll never see him again in my life but what a wonderful memory to have of someone nothing but kind words and laughter and peace serenity a few of the things I treasure most, yes, what a lovely memory of Annex the smiling Russian boy who drank tea with me at the Jeju Spa until the sun rose and the lights came back on.

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Dear Poet Friends, Here is a poem by a young Canadian poet named Darien, which I found while browsing the Net! I would like to share this with you as a prelude to my poem about the 'Rise of The Third Reich', - which I hope to post on this Site shortly. Thanks, - Raj Nandy, New Delhi World War II - ADOLF ****** by DARIEN, Aug 21, 2006 Austria raised a man so vile and vicious His life was dark, callous and malicious Passions of hatred engraved in his mind As he plotted to create his own mankind A soldier for Germany in World War One War to end all wars had only just begun The National Socialist Party appeared fast Their numbers grew rapidly as time passed Charismatic oratory and propaganda his tool False promises made, people he would fool Were Nazis the one to bring hope? Perhaps Without their help Germany would collapse The Reichstag Fire would be a stepping stone Germany's President died, he took the throne He became the fuhrer leader of all Germany And would start the worst war of the century War had been started with a Nazi-Soviet pact Together with Russia, Poland they attacked England and France were not ready for war Marching of Nazis soldiers was not ignored. Mussolini became his ally and supported him For all other countries their chances were slim Many countries were defeated in a few days the Fascist and Nazis would give him praise Blitzkrieg was a strategy that worked most In defeating all his enemies he came close The Nazis would spread all across Europe But it would be at Stalingrad they would stop Communist regimes were one group he did hate Yet it was the Jews he would try to annihilate In all cruelty, bloodshed, war would soon end There was still so much for people to defend On V-Day he saw all his armies demolished ****** and fascism in Europe was abolished World War Two ended the areas were secure From that evil, monstrous beast Adolf ****** - By Darien. (Canada) ..........................................................................

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Sep 22, 2018

Sep 22, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC

WORLD WAR II - ADOLF ******

Dear Poet Friends, Here is a poem by a young Canadian poet named Darien, which I found while browsing the Net! I would like to share this with you as a prelude to my poem about the 'Rise of The Third Reich', - which I hope to post on this Site shortly. Thanks, - Raj Nandy, New Delhi World War II - ADOLF ****** by DARIEN, Aug 21, 2006 Austria raised a man so vile and vicious His life was dark, callous and malicious Passions of hatred engraved in his mind As he plotted to create his own mankind A soldier for Germany in World War One War to end all wars had only just begun The National Socialist Party appeared fast Their numbers grew rapidly as time passed Charismatic oratory and propaganda his tool False promises made, people he would fool Were Nazis the one to bring hope? Perhaps Without their help Germany would collapse The Reichstag Fire would be a stepping stone Germany's President died, he took the throne He became the fuhrer leader of all Germany And would start the worst war of the century War had been started with a Nazi-Soviet pact Together with Russia, Poland they attacked England and France were not ready for war Marching of Nazis soldiers was not ignored. Mussolini became his ally and supported him For all other countries their chances were slim Many countries were defeated in a few days the Fascist and Nazis would give him praise Blitzkrieg was a strategy that worked most In defeating all his enemies he came close The Nazis would spread all across Europe But it would be at Stalingrad they would stop Communist regimes were one group he did hate Yet it was the Jews he would try to annihilate In all cruelty, bloodshed, war would soon end There was still so much for people to defend On V-Day he saw all his armies demolished ****** and fascism in Europe was abolished World War Two ended the areas were secure From that evil, monstrous beast Adolf ****** - By Darien. (Canada) ..........................................................................

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****** Mother Nature As rain forests dwindle, and skyscrapers grow, we leave those who co habit with nowhere to go... Sweet indigenious song birds, all turned off one by one as we bulldoze the trees where they once raised their young... Stealing land from these creatures in each and every direction as we drive them all closer to their own mass extinction... there'll be uproar of course when the last one is gone, but this course of destruction seems to just carry on... In Asia the Tiger's now on it's last legs, hunted down for it's fur and it's teeth ground to dregs, The Bali and Caspian are both sadly gone, a mere five thousand Bengals till they too follow on... Just five hundred Sumatrans, a last thirty Chinese, then this beautiful Feline will just cease to be... There'll be uproar of course when the last one is gone, but our blood thirsty onslaught will just carry on Amur Leopards in Russia, Jaguars in Brazil, being wiped from the Earth as we **** and we **** Silvery Gibbons in Java, Hynobius in Japan, on and on goes the culling of one and all except Man... Polluting the rivers, over fishing the seas, as we spread and infest, like a fatal disease, yeah there's uproar of course at this ill being done, dusty crocodile tears as we still carry on... For an epitaph we'll have as our only distinction, that we were the cause of Earths sixth mass extinction, not a meteor smashing from high outer space, just a cancerous growth called the inHuman race... That we ravaged the planet and drank it's well dry, how we ripped out the goodness and left it to die, how there'd been a huge uproar as they fell one by one, how we ***** Mother Nature... how we just carried on... ©HaroldRizla

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC

****** Mother Nature..

****** Mother Nature As rain forests dwindle, and skyscrapers grow, we leave those who co habit with nowhere to go... Sweet indigenious song birds, all turned off one by one as we bulldoze the trees where they once raised their young... Stealing land from these creatures in each and every direction as we drive them all closer to their own mass extinction... there'll be uproar of course when the last one is gone, but this course of destruction seems to just carry on... In Asia the Tiger's now on it's last legs, hunted down for it's fur and it's teeth ground to dregs, The Bali and Caspian are both sadly gone, a mere five thousand Bengals till they too follow on... Just five hundred Sumatrans, a last thirty Chinese, then this beautiful Feline will just cease to be... There'll be uproar of course when the last one is gone, but our blood thirsty onslaught will just carry on Amur Leopards in Russia, Jaguars in Brazil, being wiped from the Earth as we **** and we **** Silvery Gibbons in Java, Hynobius in Japan, on and on goes the culling of one and all except Man... Polluting the rivers, over fishing the seas, as we spread and infest, like a fatal disease, yeah there's uproar of course at this ill being done, dusty crocodile tears as we still carry on... For an epitaph we'll have as our only distinction, that we were the cause of Earths sixth mass extinction, not a meteor smashing from high outer space, just a cancerous growth called the inHuman race... That we ravaged the planet and drank it's well dry, how we ripped out the goodness and left it to die, how there'd been a huge uproar as they fell one by one, how we ***** Mother Nature... how we just carried on... ©HaroldRizla

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little missy mouse she just long to be a little ballerina for all the world to see' she took a trip to russia far across the sea to become a dancer with a ballet company. she packed up her tutu and tiara too to be a ballet dancer and make her dreams come true. she praticed all her moves and spiining on her feet trained every single day till her training was complete now her time had come to join a company . and a ballerina now at last would be she began to dance like she never danced before little spins and pirouttes the crowd all shouted more they stood on there feet now a star was she a famous ballet star just like she longed to be

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC

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ballerina mouse

little missy mouse she just long to be a little ballerina for all the world to see' she took a trip to russia far across the sea to become a dancer with a ballet company. she packed up her tutu and tiara too to be a ballet dancer and make her dreams come true. she praticed all her moves and spiining on her feet trained every single day till her training was complete now her time had come to join a company . and a ballerina now at last would be she began to dance like she never danced before little spins and pirouttes the crowd all shouted more they stood on there feet now a star was she a famous ballet star just like she longed to be

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[PART ONE] xeroxed, RT'd and plagiarized so many times on so many blogs tween blogs to republican blogs to blogs in Russia and blogs no one ever scrolls though... original content is prey but I have a warning for they: overrated, over-shared content aggregators beware the lines you swap can rot and ware the World Wide Web does not care. [PART TWO] original content original contests original continent original controversy original coordination between strangers original calvary riding their connection into the battlefield of internet memes; creating nothing and sharing everything [COMMENTARY] original nothing, nowhere, nobody except facebook "Funny Vidoes!" & "Cool Quotes!". 'Like' pages whose sole originality lies within their own existence but nothing they share. They steal from the rest of the web and re-post what they find for out-of-the-loop troglodytes; often done so in inferior context and with no perspective. The 'refried beans' phenomenon, I call it. I find it fitting because 'refried beans' are a double misnomer. The name comes from 'frijoles refritos' - which means 'well-fried' not 'refried'. They are also never traditionally fried more than once. Yet the name sticks, it gets repeated, it gets re-shared and now that's what they are: refried beans. This phenomenon is why I believe art and all original content eventually become so over-shared and overrated that it's no longer interesting but irritating. These three parts of the poem "Original Content" are separated in abstract authorial presentation. The author has clearly expressed his dislike for the disjunct un-imagination of the internet and presents it as such. [PART THREE] original authors losing control of their audiences who believe they are the creators and the artist's art is somewhat shareable original miscommunication between web 1.0 and web 2.0 reality original alphabet they use to type on their keyboards original grammar they learned in school original money their gov't printed original content they re-post original refried beans original content orginal contet ogrinal cotent ognal ctt oc .

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Mar 9, 2014

Mar 9, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC

Original Content (Pt. 1, 2 & 3 With Commentary)

[PART ONE] xeroxed, RT'd and plagiarized so many times on so many blogs tween blogs to republican blogs to blogs in Russia and blogs no one ever scrolls though... original content is prey but I have a warning for they: overrated, over-shared content aggregators beware the lines you swap can rot and ware the World Wide Web does not care. [PART TWO] original content original contests original continent original controversy original coordination between strangers original calvary riding their connection into the battlefield of internet memes; creating nothing and sharing everything [COMMENTARY] original nothing, nowhere, nobody except facebook "Funny Vidoes!" & "Cool Quotes!". 'Like' pages whose sole originality lies within their own existence but nothing they share. They steal from the rest of the web and re-post what they find for out-of-the-loop troglodytes; often done so in inferior context and with no perspective. The 'refried beans' phenomenon, I call it. I find it fitting because 'refried beans' are a double misnomer. The name comes from 'frijoles refritos' - which means 'well-fried' not 'refried'. They are also never traditionally fried more than once. Yet the name sticks, it gets repeated, it gets re-shared and now that's what they are: refried beans. This phenomenon is why I believe art and all original content eventually become so over-shared and overrated that it's no longer interesting but irritating. These three parts of the poem "Original Content" are separated in abstract authorial presentation. The author has clearly expressed his dislike for the disjunct un-imagination of the internet and presents it as such. [PART THREE] original authors losing control of their audiences who believe they are the creators and the artist's art is somewhat shareable original miscommunication between web 1.0 and web 2.0 reality original alphabet they use to type on their keyboards original grammar they learned in school original money their gov't printed original content they re-post original refried beans original content orginal contet ogrinal cotent ognal ctt oc .

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Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) I don’t don't how much the world is tired Of hearing again in this year that Still tribalism and negative ethnicity Is Gog and magog with Africa, I mean Africa The second largest continent in the world After Asia, being seconded by Americas, Her only cultural overture is tribalism and tribes Large tribes swallowing small ones Small tribes making desperate moves Like bush ****** in the lethal fangs of the python, Large tribes swallowing political fruits as the small ones In despair look, being choked by forlorn appetite, Tribalism, listen! Leave Africa alone; stop messing up the African youth Tell the Dinka and the Nuer of the southern Sudan to put down the arms The arms made in the old Russia, the AK 47, Tell them to go to Russia not to buy Arms but books of poetry and literature To buy Dead souls of Nikolai Gogol and Brothers Kamarazov of Fydor Dostoyevsky, Tribalism, listen! Am tired of introducing myself By my clan, I don’t want to be known by my clan I want to be known by my work; I am a poet I sing and chant the African incantations of freedom I do not perpetrate feelings of tribal terror It is never my work to cement ethnicity Tribes are good but tribalism is evil, or satanic or impish Or gnomic or macabarous or ghastly insidious, As its hatred is the most heinous.

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Jan 12, 2014

Jan 12, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC

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TRIBALISM, LISTEN!

Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) I don’t don't how much the world is tired Of hearing again in this year that Still tribalism and negative ethnicity Is Gog and magog with Africa, I mean Africa The second largest continent in the world After Asia, being seconded by Americas, Her only cultural overture is tribalism and tribes Large tribes swallowing small ones Small tribes making desperate moves Like bush ****** in the lethal fangs of the python, Large tribes swallowing political fruits as the small ones In despair look, being choked by forlorn appetite, Tribalism, listen! Leave Africa alone; stop messing up the African youth Tell the Dinka and the Nuer of the southern Sudan to put down the arms The arms made in the old Russia, the AK 47, Tell them to go to Russia not to buy Arms but books of poetry and literature To buy Dead souls of Nikolai Gogol and Brothers Kamarazov of Fydor Dostoyevsky, Tribalism, listen! Am tired of introducing myself By my clan, I don’t want to be known by my clan I want to be known by my work; I am a poet I sing and chant the African incantations of freedom I do not perpetrate feelings of tribal terror It is never my work to cement ethnicity Tribes are good but tribalism is evil, or satanic or impish Or gnomic or macabarous or ghastly insidious, As its hatred is the most heinous.

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Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my ***** Iran I'd throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap, scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in the jungle, I'd wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of Mexico, Rub that smog off the North Pole, wipe up all the pipelines in Alaska, Rub a dub dub for Rocky Flats and Los Alamos, Flush that sparkly Cesium out of Love Canal Rinse down the Acid Rain over the Parthenon & Sphinx, Drain the Sludge out of the Mediterranean basin & make it azure again, Put some blueing back into the sky over the Rhine, bleach the little Clouds so snow return white as snow, Cleanse the Hudson Thames & Neckar, Drain the Suds out of Lake Erie Then I'd throw big Asia in one giant Load & wash out the blood & Agent Orange, Dump the whole mess of Russia and China in the wringer, squeeze out the tattletail Gray of U.S. Central American police state, & put the planet in the drier & let it sit 20 minutes or an Aeon till it came out clean

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Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my ***** Iran I'd throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap, scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in the jungle, I'd wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of Mexico, Rub that smog off the North Pole, wipe up all the pipelines in Alaska, Rub a dub dub for Rocky Flats and Los Alamos, Flush that sparkly Cesium out of Love Canal Rinse down the Acid Rain over the Parthenon & Sphinx, Drain the Sludge out of the Mediterranean basin & make it azure again, Put some blueing back into the sky over the Rhine, bleach the little Clouds so snow return white as snow, Cleanse the Hudson Thames & Neckar, Drain the Suds out of Lake Erie Then I'd throw big Asia in one giant Load & wash out the blood & Agent Orange, Dump the whole mess of Russia and China in the wringer, squeeze out the tattletail Gray of U.S. Central American police state, & put the planet in the drier & let it sit 20 minutes or an Aeon till it came out clean

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