"subtexts" poems - Hello Poetry

The forest is still, like a crouching beast, slowly seeping in to our cells as a tranquil wild feeling, behind the closed doors of our room mon amour is busy in some secret ritual I suppose. I am watching the dance of tangled trees leaning over the veranda rails of the forest lodge, door opened, she appeared, asked me in, across her luscious ******* my name is written in brown, I get the prompt, like all urban animals would, lick the chocolate from her perfect ******* down little by little, and feel how each swell second by second "Whatever you deem fit"she suggests, unambiguously I saw desire dance wildly on her eyes, nature's prompt I am a yogi, let me confess, my heart set on the union on the highest level, that tempts but the demands of here and now, can i reject? all it says is this"Be a bhogi, seeker of sensual pleasure as this moment is ripe for that, neglect it at your peril" I am not dogmatic though seeker of truth higher, I have to get ripe more, now I understand, I obey her, my sensual desire and the call of the moment I won't fall as this is the truth at the level of flesh.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC

k-balachandran

Yogi's quest has subtexts

The forest is still, like a crouching beast, slowly seeping in to our cells as a tranquil wild feeling, behind the closed doors of our room mon amour is busy in some secret ritual I suppose. I am watching the dance of tangled trees leaning over the veranda rails of the forest lodge, door opened, she appeared, asked me in, across her luscious ******* my name is written in brown, I get the prompt, like all urban animals would, lick the chocolate from her perfect ******* down little by little, and feel how each swell second by second "Whatever you deem fit"she suggests, unambiguously I saw desire dance wildly on her eyes, nature's prompt I am a yogi, let me confess, my heart set on the union on the highest level, that tempts but the demands of here and now, can i reject? all it says is this"Be a bhogi, seeker of sensual pleasure as this moment is ripe for that, neglect it at your peril" I am not dogmatic though seeker of truth higher, I have to get ripe more, now I understand, I obey her, my sensual desire and the call of the moment I won't fall as this is the truth at the level of flesh.

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Judy Judy Kansas cutie / it starts in the heartland / Tornado = social change through manipulated crisis / Toto the only free agent / Dorothy struck on her head by the closing window of virtual possibility / She realizes that hope'n'change have reached the prairie / Alice in Wonderland Hollywood / Kansas as futurist narrative / Star Wars pre-dated / It's a Wonderful Mythic Life / Miss Gulch as Henry Potter / Witchery in bitchery: Hillary 2016 / Scarecrow as Celtic bog-sacrifice victim / Tinman as ****** therapy client / Did that hurt? No - it felt wonderful ! / Bible-belt Pentecostal subtexts: "the anointing" / obsolete leonine monarchies / Louis Quatorze the Sun King / enlightenment through concussion / the tyrant must be resisted from the heartland / populist progressives plot stealthily to justify their rule through the wizardry of science / the tyrant utilizes tech to manipulate the credulous / green state fascism / journey out of ontic inevitability into the futurist nightmare / eco-mammon bailouts / infantile mental midgets ruled by witch-tyrants = One World Munchkinland / Dorothy as redeemer-Messiah / Dorothy as Mary Poppins / America exports populist prophecy to the greater world / Glinda the Matriarch-Goddess / Glinda as transcendent Wisdom / the Anti-witch antidote / Patriarchy creates "special effects" subterfuge / flying monkeys: shock-troops of the witch / simian social justice warriors / Obama as Witch of West AND Wizard simultaneously / flying monkeys: brown-shirt armies of new multi-culti order / George W. Bush was the the witch the house ("Hope & Change') fell on / Over the Rainbow: somewhere beyond ****** identity grievance-mongering / There's no place like the Restoration of All Things

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC

connecthook

Delirium of OZ: a line of flight

Judy Judy Kansas cutie / it starts in the heartland / Tornado = social change through manipulated crisis / Toto the only free agent / Dorothy struck on her head by the closing window of virtual possibility / She realizes that hope'n'change have reached the prairie / Alice in Wonderland Hollywood / Kansas as futurist narrative / Star Wars pre-dated / It's a Wonderful Mythic Life / Miss Gulch as Henry Potter / Witchery in bitchery: Hillary 2016 / Scarecrow as Celtic bog-sacrifice victim / Tinman as ****** therapy client / Did that hurt? No - it felt wonderful ! / Bible-belt Pentecostal subtexts: "the anointing" / obsolete leonine monarchies / Louis Quatorze the Sun King / enlightenment through concussion / the tyrant must be resisted from the heartland / populist progressives plot stealthily to justify their rule through the wizardry of science / the tyrant utilizes tech to manipulate the credulous / green state fascism / journey out of ontic inevitability into the futurist nightmare / eco-mammon bailouts / infantile mental midgets ruled by witch-tyrants = One World Munchkinland / Dorothy as redeemer-Messiah / Dorothy as Mary Poppins / America exports populist prophecy to the greater world / Glinda the Matriarch-Goddess / Glinda as transcendent Wisdom / the Anti-witch antidote / Patriarchy creates "special effects" subterfuge / flying monkeys: shock-troops of the witch / simian social justice warriors / Obama as Witch of West AND Wizard simultaneously / flying monkeys: brown-shirt armies of new multi-culti order / George W. Bush was the the witch the house ("Hope & Change') fell on / Over the Rainbow: somewhere beyond ****** identity grievance-mongering / There's no place like the Restoration of All Things

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Alex 2 breathes, stacks and unstacks papers, distantly Alex 1, front cubicle, coughs, clicks his mouse Eddie pulls out his drawer, pushes it back in, clicks his mouse Alex 2, yes two Alex's, saunters up to the coffee machine Alex 1, head down, clacking his keyboard Mouse clicks, keyboard clicks, electricity Monitors glow, fluorescents never flicker Alex 1 opens a new file, two clicks of the mouse Eddie sips his coffee, puts it down, clicks New folder, new file, new data Data entry, spreadsheets Alex 1 asks did you get the email Alex 2 has his coffee, his white shirt, under the fluorescents Statics noise, static, mouse clicks, keyboard Every new click, new file, new data, new folder Data in, data out, file, click, the static electronics Alex 2 clicks, files, new folder, new deal, new data Eddie clears his throat, softly, the static noise, flickers, Every new love story is a tragedy Alex 2 opens a new folder, inputs data, spreadsheets Numbers in, Eddie clicks his mouse twice rapidly Stale effluvia coffee, static noise, electric light Alex 1 sniffles, clears his throat, the clock ticks softly Eddie opens a new file, the electric screen reflects his fixed eyes Alex 2 sips his coffee, opens a file, clicks, keyboard clacks Stasis, complete stasis, electricity, nodes, linear graphs Numbers input, data, new file, file transfer Every old tragedy is a ghost story Alex 2 sips his coffee, breathes, clears his throat, data Spreadsheets, monitors, electricity, static, data input, output Every ghost story is infinite Alex 1 gets up for a new coffee Eddie inputs data, spreadsheet, file, new folder Electric lights, stasis, data, file, click, file, input exp..

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Oct 18, 2020

Oct 18, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC

tyrrell427

Subtexts of Monday

Alex 2 breathes, stacks and unstacks papers, distantly Alex 1, front cubicle, coughs, clicks his mouse Eddie pulls out his drawer, pushes it back in, clicks his mouse Alex 2, yes two Alex's, saunters up to the coffee machine Alex 1, head down, clacking his keyboard Mouse clicks, keyboard clicks, electricity Monitors glow, fluorescents never flicker Alex 1 opens a new file, two clicks of the mouse Eddie sips his coffee, puts it down, clicks New folder, new file, new data Data entry, spreadsheets Alex 1 asks did you get the email Alex 2 has his coffee, his white shirt, under the fluorescents Statics noise, static, mouse clicks, keyboard Every new click, new file, new data, new folder Data in, data out, file, click, the static electronics Alex 2 clicks, files, new folder, new deal, new data Eddie clears his throat, softly, the static noise, flickers, Every new love story is a tragedy Alex 2 opens a new folder, inputs data, spreadsheets Numbers in, Eddie clicks his mouse twice rapidly Stale effluvia coffee, static noise, electric light Alex 1 sniffles, clears his throat, the clock ticks softly Eddie opens a new file, the electric screen reflects his fixed eyes Alex 2 sips his coffee, opens a file, clicks, keyboard clacks Stasis, complete stasis, electricity, nodes, linear graphs Numbers input, data, new file, file transfer Every old tragedy is a ghost story Alex 2 sips his coffee, breathes, clears his throat, data Spreadsheets, monitors, electricity, static, data input, output Every ghost story is infinite Alex 1 gets up for a new coffee Eddie inputs data, spreadsheet, file, new folder Electric lights, stasis, data, file, click, file, input exp..

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"So, gentlemen," begins the chair "Our star property is developing. She's past the stage of 'Girl Next Door' charm, and we need to know how to sell her new album. Suggestions?" A silence. "I know," says one, "she's very keen on stage and theatre. Perhaps a Shakespearean theme?" There are murmurs, but little enthusiasm. Another pipes up. "I understand she has an interest in ecology. Could we be thinking nature? Conservation?" "I think not," says the chair, "though the subtexts in her songs are clear. No, we're missing something obvious. There HAS to be a way." Chins are rubbed, heads scratched. Ideas rejected thick and fast - Literature? No. Politics? No. One points out her skill as a painter, but it is felt that art can be rather subjective. At last, one young turk slowly pushes his chair back, the light of inspiration on his keen young face. All eyes turn to him in anticipation as he slowly stands, spreading smile and spreading hands. "I've GOT it!" he cries. "Why don't we market her as a galloping ***** The board room collapses in ecstatic applause, and the young man seals his fate as the label's next creative director.

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Nov 9, 2011

Nov 9, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC

alan-mcclure

The Committee

"So, gentlemen," begins the chair "Our star property is developing. She's past the stage of 'Girl Next Door' charm, and we need to know how to sell her new album. Suggestions?" A silence. "I know," says one, "she's very keen on stage and theatre. Perhaps a Shakespearean theme?" There are murmurs, but little enthusiasm. Another pipes up. "I understand she has an interest in ecology. Could we be thinking nature? Conservation?" "I think not," says the chair, "though the subtexts in her songs are clear. No, we're missing something obvious. There HAS to be a way." Chins are rubbed, heads scratched. Ideas rejected thick and fast - Literature? No. Politics? No. One points out her skill as a painter, but it is felt that art can be rather subjective. At last, one young turk slowly pushes his chair back, the light of inspiration on his keen young face. All eyes turn to him in anticipation as he slowly stands, spreading smile and spreading hands. "I've GOT it!" he cries. "Why don't we market her as a galloping ***** The board room collapses in ecstatic applause, and the young man seals his fate as the label's next creative director.

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Love for all its glowing praise Be not so simple to reflect Too many subtexts to explain Layer'd lessons so complex.

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Dec 8, 2015

Dec 8, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC

butch-decatoria

ARTICHOKE (Quatrain)

Love for all its glowing praise Be not so simple to reflect Too many subtexts to explain Layer'd lessons so complex.

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What I love in talking to you are the subtexts. Constantly running around all the words we speak, roads support me when others fail, hold when others will crumble, you stand.

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC

amazinglybadidea

foundation

What I love in talking to you are the subtexts. Constantly running around all the words we speak, roads support me when others fail, hold when others will crumble, you stand.

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My dream of academia Is an idealized one Mr. Chips and the Paper Chase Classes of five hundred In lecture halls the size of stadiums Students focused Totally absorbed Hands flying skyward With thoughts, questions And answers Always thinking Always searching Always seeking the challenge Digesting facts and adding knowledge Connecting dots from places obscure Yet always looking for hidden meanings Layers and levels and subtexts That clarifies cognition And opens the portal Of the enigma unknown

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Jul 7, 2018

Jul 7, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC

bruce-levine

Academia

My dream of academia Is an idealized one Mr. Chips and the Paper Chase Classes of five hundred In lecture halls the size of stadiums Students focused Totally absorbed Hands flying skyward With thoughts, questions And answers Always thinking Always searching Always seeking the challenge Digesting facts and adding knowledge Connecting dots from places obscure Yet always looking for hidden meanings Layers and levels and subtexts That clarifies cognition And opens the portal Of the enigma unknown

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