"shipments" poems
Stuffed seals.
Sits shelf,
soaking sunshine,
standing sentry,
soliciting smiles.
Shoppers smitten,
strike smiles,
spending silver.
Storied seals,
send shoppers shrilling.
Somewhere,
seamstresses
stitch supplementary shipments,
shaking store,
sustaining sales.
Sales staff splendidly stock shelf.
Seamlessly.
Such salvation, seals seeks.
Successfully, seashells.
Logan Robertson
8/1/2018
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
ᗩIᑎᕼᗩᖇᗩ
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Ainhara is standing in her Queen's room,
staring at the door that leads to
her chamber
'My Lady...' she thinks worried before
looking at her reflection. Her mistress had
surprised her a gift of a finely made dress
of rose-silk, making her a flowing vision
in blue.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The dress is suitable for the bright and
hot morning, light, airy and delicate
with one shoulder that is heavily beaded
with peacock feathers; the slit reveals
her slender legs, the hip appliqued with
the white lilies of her Queen's Kingdom,
and simple flat shoes.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Her fiery locks are pinned into her usual
bun. It is then that she hears a gentle
knock on the door which she approaches
and opens.
"Did you not hear the command of the
Queen Mother?" Ainhara gently hisses,
"Queen Lyn is not to be disturbe-"
"I know, Lady Ainhara, I apologise,"
a guard whispers as Ainhara stands in
the hallway.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"How is Queen Lyn?"
*'Drained and exhausted. She has not slept
well in three days...* "The Queen is very busy.
She is determined to complete the tasks set to
her." Ainhara sighs. "Esshi is overseeing her
meals currently. Did her mother not say all
matters of state should be brought to her?"
"Yes she did, but the shipments are set
to arrive today. And she said that once
they arrive, I am to notify you.
They have made way to the Western
Entrance."
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"I see. Well, let us see to it."
"Yes," The guard bows and leads the
way with Ainhara at his heels.
As she passes the open stain-glassed
windows, the cool breeze hit her,
making her dress flutter behind her
and the beadery shine and glitter.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
EᔕᔕᕼI ᑕOᑎT.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
*'Oh Ainhara, you always seem to know what to
do...'* Esshi chuckles. "Thank you very much.
Have you done the Queen Mother's flower
arrangements?"
"Yes, all of them have been watered and
now they are being placed around the palace."
Esshi nods. "Good. Thank you very much.
Carry on then."
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The florist smiles and leaves as Esshi places
the vase down on a clean counter as well as
the inkpot and quill while staring at the
paper.
'What should I say...?' she wonders as
she hears the meat sizzle. Bale is washing
the carrots and potatoes and chopping
them into medium-sized chunks.
Esshi blinks and smiles. 'Got it!'
Folding a paper in half she writes on
the paper, using her best calligraphy.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When she's done, she places the quill
in the inkpot and gently blows the paper.
'Perfect!' Esshi beams. "Bael? Where do
you keep the serving trolleys?"
"In the back!" he says as he pours in
the ingredients into the paella pan
and mixes gently.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Esshi goes to the back room and sees
a rose-silver serving tray with wheels
which she rolls out, placing the
bouquet and note on it while waiting
for Bael and his team to finish cooking.
Bael smiles that proud smile before pouring
some soup into a bowl and placing it on the
serving tray.
"Thank you, Bael."
"Not a problem. Do give our Queen my
regards." he faces his working staff.
"If they're done, bring them over!"
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Almost instantly, the chefs bring small plates
of their Queen's favourite treats and top it
off, a fresh brew of Jasmine Pearls.
"Thank you all so much." Esshi says gratefully.
"It's our pleasure." A chefs says as Bael
claps.
"Well done, everyone. Now we best get on the
Queen Mother's meals. Go started! I will see
Lady Esshi out."
Esshi covers the food as Bael opens the door
for her to leave. She is stunned to see Ainhara
there.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Oh my, Bael!" Ainhara smiles at him. "You
certainly worked hard."
"The life of a Chef." he beams. "When you're
done, do come by again. I'll have some meals
waiting for you!" he winks at them and
returns to the kitchen.
"The shipments?" Esshi asks.
"All are being presented, documented and
stored away by the Queen Mother." Ainhara
says. When she sees the flowers, she smiles
and the words on Esshi's note makes her
smile even more.
"Let's make way." Ainhara says as Esshi pushes
the tray behind her, making their way
for the young Queen's chamber.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
I am a physician.Last fall, I had a very interesting
conversation with a patient who is a trucker. I asked her if she knew
anything about deep underground military bases, and then I played ignorant
to see what she would say.
Without further prompting, she informed me she is an independent contractor
trucker, driving 18-wheeler rigs cross-country. She said the bases are real
and are located all over the country, "especially under the mountains out
West". She said one of her main contracts over the last few years has been
with DHS.
She said there are underground roads running all over the United States,
connecting the underground facilities.
She said she has personally delivered many truckloads of supplies to the
underground facilities. For each DHS shipment/delivery, there was a stack
of non-disclosure forms about (by her description) six inches thick she had
to sign.
DHS would attach a tracking device to her truck for each of these shipments
and monitor her truck's every move. She would be told where to go to accept
delivery for each shipment. In each case, she would be escorted by guards
"with machine guns" away from her truck, so she could not see what was
being loaded into her rig. The truck would then be locked by a large lock
with a ring 'as big around as your finger", which had to be torch-cut off
at the time of delivery.
When she would make deliveries, often within underground facilities, she
would again be escorted away from the truck by armed guards, the lock would
be cut off, and the goods would be unloaded.
She said the only shipped goods she ever saw in these DHS shipments were
stackable black plastic things that looked like coffins.
She told be the gov't is getting ready for a collapse, which she told be
she expected might happen as early as late 2014.
She also told me she thinks the gov't has just about everything is needs
stored underground, because the number of DHS shipments has been
declining.
I asked her if she would be willing to have lunch with me and tell me more.
She replied, "yes", but afterwards when I contacted her, she had changed
her mind and would not talk further about it with me.
Another pt of mine, whom I saw within about a week of this lady, is a local
trucker, but he told me that he has lots of friends who are truckers, and
through them, he said he had learned that there are "thousands of miles of
underground roads" running across the country, connecting underground gov't
facilities.
He had just recently, in fact, heard among his trucker friends of a
shipment of frozen meat being shipped to one such underground facility,
totaling four million pounds of meat.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
A smile is knowing
The dark crease of a well-arched spine
The dewy white lotus petals
The sad title of concubine
The blue glass so plainly beautiful
With its cold smooth sides
A blown vase that sits precious
Atop a dead deer's stretched hide
The hallowed slope of a portruding illiac
And the decadent crust of a sweet fruit pie
On a black vinyl stage floor
In a room filled with echoing cries
The reverberance loud and hollow
With ears ringing opened wide
The bends of her young tendons
In her ropey pale limbs
They flex and harshly twitch
How a scared and hooked fish swims
The cyclic orbits of planets and lifetimes
A ballerina's pirouette spins
Now the tarlatan and muslin gets torn to shreds
And the blinding stage lights quickly dim
The wet heat of a hungry tongue
Slaps upon her sweating skin
The audience simply does nothing
Just like the tall plant stalks of the green motel
Or the muddy vines in swamps in Rwanda
Or white wallpaper in the locked rooms of certain hells
The diseases that squirm in tainted waters
Of Liberia's ***** wells
The missing limbs of wartime amputees
Reflected in the golden glint of spent brass shells
Amidst the screams of
NO
STOP
NO
It yells the words
GO
GOD
GO
Through the grinning lips of the manifest destiny
And the arms of Khmer Rouge's killings
Its legs are formed from the many faces of lynch mobs
Its hands are hewn of American prison facilities and county jails
It's dripping deadly doses of fentanyl in local ****** shipments
And ****** dancers
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
✿⊰✲⊱✿
Me and Paul waltz upon the marble
floor with others. Each one of us gliding
swirls of many colours, becoming rainbows
that float in sync with the pianos, the flutes,
the drums, the harps. The aurelian tunes fills me
with nothing but joy, a smile never leaving my
face as my skirts swirl - my body moving
with the soul of the sound. Cleansing, emotive
yet free. When the music is done, we all
clap, cheer and bow.
✿⊰✲⊱✿
"And you said that you were not a dancer!"
Queen Sue beams and embraces me like a sister
which I return. After, I embrace both Kim
and Yidna.
"I never said I couldn't dance," I tease. "I just
said I didn't."
"Well, everyone can contest that!" Paul laughs.
"I suppose you're right."
"Just to confirm, Paul," Kim asks him. "All
the shipments were successful in delivery?"
He nods. "It was a smart move
for everyone to send the gifts to me because I
managed to keep it all down to five ships.
So we didn't overcrowd her harbours. From
what I hear, Donna was quite overwhelmed by
it all. Everyone sent more that four crates of
gifts each."
"I do hope she enjoyed the anthologies I gave her!"
Yidna beams.
✿⊰✲⊱✿
"I have no doubt she will," I chuckle. "So, is
it just me or does all that dancing have us peckish?"
"It's just you , I'm sure. I really hope you didn't starve
yourself to make room for all the food again."
"No!" I say.
"Yes, our Sweet Queen did!" Ainhara pipes up
as I playfully glare at her.
"Traitor!" I huff as my handmaids giggle and
Paul snickers.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
The papers are wet with ink.
Russia is losing it's war.
North Korea is swamped with the Covid.
Tucker is backpedaling his replacement theory.
Finland and Sweden are enrolling.
Armament shipments are making a difference.
The Pope is apologizing.
That needs repeating: The Pope is apologizing.
(But why stop with the Aboriginals. Consider the Jews and Irish).
Fossil fuels are on the decline.
(plastic microchips are in our fat)
I can still buy Roundup.
Tobacco is banned in most public places here.
*** is not.
There are more drunks, and more behind bars, and in front.
We have safe injection sites.
I have robots asking me if I'm a robot.
There are more tv stations selections.
TV is not worth watching.
LPs are making a comeback.
Right to Life is Wrong for Many.
... and on... and on
May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 8:59 AM UTC
You're an island
that housed beauty many shipments ago
For a drowning soul,
can only be saved by a rush of gold
Treasures of gold, lie hidden bestowed,
Beneath the crater of an old souls bowl
If my heart be the earth,
I'd look for peace
If my death sparked life,
I'd look to leave
And if life had meaning,
What could this be?
If my heart was round, I'd assume the earth fits this mold
Many moons ago it could dare lay low
Darkness fears the light
Like a kid in twilight
Pondering on quiet times
Spent churning the street fights
Apr 21, 2024
Apr 21, 2024 at 6:03 PM UTC
✿⊰✲⊱✿
"She is. I think I make it worse with my constant
teasing." I chuckle. "But yes, I'm sure Paul's
'appreciation' for her is overwhelming.
He showers her too much with compliments."
We are lost in conversation until we heard Paul clapping,
gaining everyone's attention.
"Now that everyone has made their wishes, it's time
for us to present Donna and Dean with their
final gifts," he smiles. "Donna, Dean, would you be so
kind as to follow me up the hill? There's something
we all have to show you!"
✿⊰✲⊱✿
"Final gifts?" Dean is confused. "This party is enough,
as were all the shipments. What else do you have to give
us?"
Paul only chuckles and says nothing, beckoning them to
come to him. When Donna looks at everyone's faces,
she sees a sea of smiles, all knowing, all kind.
"Everyone, what's going on?" Donna asks.
"You'll find out soon enough!" Sue winks as Dean
takes Donna's hand and everyone walks down a pathway
that leads up to a high hill, where we can all see the horizon.
✿⊰✲⊱✿
Many of our distant kingdoms and the very calm seas.
One of the Luciuscemian guards holds a large green paper
lantern with the gold sun on Luciuscemi on it before
releasing it into the air.
"Paul, what's going on?" Dean asks his friend as
the paper lantern float high.
Donna gasps when she sees more small green
Luciuscemian lantern fly, and when her eyes look
to the horizon, the night skies come alive.
An abundance of paper lanterns are released into
the air, each of many colours.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Tom of Bungles Company places an order
and Bond of On-the-Ball Company calls back
and he tells Tom:
*“Hey, listen…You’ve ordered another two shipments
of the goods? Look, you haven’t paid for the previous 4 orders
and we can’t ship your new order till you pay for the previous four”*
“Oh,” says Tom of Bungles Company
quick and snappy
*“Cancel the order then
We really can’t wait that long”*
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 8:41 AM UTC
Lost, though the lake at my side
Could not be any more familiar
It's this vantage
New shipments of sunlight
Swim to me
Cars rocking along, they haven't seen
My screams
I'm lost, I'm lost
Someone bring me home
I'll never return to Germantown
Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
I'm Matt
And I do as I please
Thousands and thousands
Of hours
Human condition
Downloaded
20th century history
Downloaded
I'll tell you
What "I do"
I read books
And take notes
And learn about history
And other societies
I'll tell you
What you do
You watch the television
And water the lawn
That's what you do
I've had enough
No one tells me
To do anything
I have images
Of Mujahideen warriors
Driving out the Russians
To defend
Their way of life
And while others fight
To defend their way of life
I will fight to defend my way
Of living
It will be a war with words
I am a man of Tao
You do not tell me
To do anything
Whoever "you" are
You have a lot of nerve
Suggesting that I get
A part time job
On the weekends
To pay my bills
I'm a substitute teacher
That means working
Two days a week
I have no intention
No intention
No intention
Of ever teaching full time
Of ever teaching full time
Full time teachers don't make much
Anyhow
And they dedicate 50 hours a week
To what they do
I have too many interests
I like to read
And hike
There are too many
Beautiful things to see
Mother
As I drive
Drive around
Get away from the TV
This nation is in trouble
I will not work part time
Over the summer
You will pay my bills
If you want a war
Bring it on!
You can't picture a time
When our society has collapsed
When we are eating canned goods
When the shipments sent
To the markets are infrequent
I can, I know
I know
That our country is in
Some trouble
And no
I won't work
Part time
For a minimum wage
Because
I do As I Please
If that makes me selfish
So be it
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
Barrack’s on vacation, playing golf by the sea,
but life keeps interrupting and wasting greens fees
Iraq is in flames and the country may fall,
Barrack steps calmly up and addresses his ball.
While ISIS is murdering Kurds by the bunch
Barrack’s on vacation and ordering lunch.
Israel is in trouble as Hamas wages war.
Barrack limits arms shipments and tallies his score.
Ferguson, Missouri suffers racial unrest,
while Barrack is debating which driver is best.
James Foley is dead, his throat has been cut.
Our President speaks, and then he makes a nice putt.
My colleagues rebuke me. “Don’t beat a dead horse!”
The President’s great, he’s staying the course.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
3 easy ways to die;
1. Have a cigarette daily.
[ die 10 years earlier ]
2. Drink alcohol daily.
[ die 30 years earlier ]
3. Fall in love with someone
who doesn't love you back.
[ y o u ' l l - d i e - e v e r y d a y ]
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TEN WAYS TO DEAL WITH A BROKEN HEART
1. pour yourself some scotch gulp it down and then cry about how you never loved that 'bitch' anyway or for the the ladies pour a glass of wine and cry about how you wasted the 'best' 4 years of your life with him
2. go shopping at stores you know they hated and pick up that plaid **** with the ugly collar
3. go shopping at stores you know they love (most likely a trendy boutique or something) on MWF because that's when they get new shipments in wearing your new, ugly, resentful, plaid shirt
4. go to that action movie you really wanted to see alone and get the biggest tub of popcorn you can because she would've hated it or rent the latest chick flick cocoon yourself on you couch (not because your bed that still smells like him) and eat all the ice-cream possible
5. creep through their Facebook twitter and instagram 3 weeks later see pictures of them out partying start posting old pictures of yourself before you met 4 years ago on that sunday
6. go walk your dog in the dog park have it **** on your shoes and remember the only reason you bought that ******* god was for the person you wasted your last 4 years with
7. take up smoking to deal with the stress and because 'someone' made you stop and you pray to god that they catch you doing it on the street one day and that they care.
8. run into them in the store one day hand in hand with someone who isn't nearly as good looking as you whose voice is annoying who doesn't glare at you with malice like thought they would Lie say your here to buy soup for your new significant other whose sick say it's a pretty recent relationship not 'Facebook official' yet Laugh Walk Away Look back at the pair and realize you've been replaced by Someone Better
9. go on a bar crawl wake up in a strangers bed regret your choices Do it again the next day
10. lay in bed with your new lover watch them sleep and have their face occasionally switch into that good for nothing who you wasted the last 2 years getting over brush your lovers hair out of their eyes reach over to the nightstand for paper and pen start to write love poetry about that good for nothing you're still in love with
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
I am not in contact with my emotions
they're distant to me and far away
it's been centuries since we've met again
ever since the night I let them be torn away
I found out early that love holds you back
so I cut off all association
And now my faux emotions sparkle
without any questioning
Because everyone only sees my smile
And it's not a cry out for help
But instead, all that I sprout it for
Is to display my independent self
So there's no reason for me to have anyone
Because I couldn't hold commitment.
I can watch from afar easily
As I decimate the shipments
Because my heart yearns to travel to my mind
and I painstakingly won't let it
I did this one to myself and now I am secluded
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 11:19 AM UTC
Everyone was
So happy
And secure
Here in America
And in a heartbeat
My how things have changed
Suburban households
Are on food rations
Shipments
To markets
Are infrequent
Hyper-Inflation
On top of that
The power grid
Keeps failing
After the EMP attack
They get it going
For a while
And then it fails
It was only a matter
Of time
And I knew it would happen
And we weren't prepared
Sure we had a few months
Of food prepared
But that was all
We should have had years ready
Like an old man
I move slow and steady
Never know
When my next meal will be
In America
The land of misery
And the drones keep
A constant eye out
To make sure
You stay at home
If you're out
Past 11
A UN ******
May put a bullet
In your dome
No longer
A citizen
With your rights
And with their
High tech gear
The military forces
Own the night
Life is fleeting
And it seems to me
That there may be a disaster coming
That will bring great misery
And everything
Is always so ho-hum
My family sits arounds
And twiddles their thumbs
Don't have
All the necessary
Emergency gear
A troubling time
May be quite near...
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
You wouldn't talk,
you wouldn't squeal,
now look at you,
you're sitting right in hell,
can't be the truth,
what this world brews,
it's nothing new,
rather be dead than probably sitting in jail,
the problem is,
we take in a lot,
buy from these fakers,
eat your food or it'll be stale,
we're eating twins , i'll tell you later on what all of that means,
by all means its guaranteed,
they thrive off greed,
live in deceit,
give the money, they destroy our peace.
trying to depopulate the earth,
ain't that a ************
poisons meds and foods,
I'm going vegan , do you think i'm a sucker,
we don't know the products we put in our pots,
automatic disabilities from the flu shots,
this ain't a conspiracy cause its already been bought,
shipments already been stocked,
learning **** that is a lie in every school that we've been taught,
times is of the essence,
only just have seconds,
time to break the silence and debate the tension,
God is always listening,
ain't no time for wishing,
long as you just pay attention.
You wouldn't talk,
you wouldn't squeal,
now look at you,
you're sitting right in hell,
can't be the truth,
what this world brews,
it's nothing new,
rather be dead than probably sitting in jail.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC