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"subvert" poems
What did I pause about the other day- was it at the kitchen table? I think so- I was sitting down next to my fluorite crystal- something occurred to me- it was a pleasant thought, I remember, something a bit marvelous, I winked at my pretty little stone and she winked back. Oh! I think it was sparked from Arundhati Roy’s novel God of Small Things. Or no, I think it was the smell of spring wafting through the window that transported me to sweet grass-stained jeans at six. (How Consciousness can subvert Time! Making past present, making present eternal and infinite- undermining order imposed and idealized- tirelessly trying to give itself, but faltering before the closed fist of human conquest). Or perhaps it was the language and sensation simultaneous that lifted from within me this deep affection- for what, I do not know. For everything and nothing, I suppose. For all that is and all that be—and all that must cease to be.
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Reflections
Foot meets the metal of a cold shovel with a sun beaming down booted foot pushes the ***** into the soft and rooty ground one mound of dirt sweat forms above the brow two mounds of dirt salty bead slithers down three mounds of dirt tuned into the sounds four mounds of dirt birds chirp all around stopped by a thick root extra force must be used give that shovel a pogo of boots and we are at the fifth mound six and seven are easy as the hole starts to round eight nine ten eleven twelve a tomb has been found carried your sheet covered corpse laid you in the hole cover you with what was uncovered creating a man made knoll Six years of memories laid underneath this red dirt many years missing that time gone subvert
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Yorick’s Skull
We are not the voice to elect a king We are anonymous I am not the one you want to convene because I question everything I am just a voice of honesty as degenerates overtake my home Life in the wake of calamity cast on a pile of bones It’s the new order of the ages, welcome to the end of days The beast controls our lives impeding our ability to thrive induced into a system designed for wealth, power, and lies A price is paid for not conceding to an affirmation worth repeating as I join the enlightened ones and wage a massive war A circularity that deviates from its path is not a circle anymore They will invoke internal and external threats then establish many secret prisons Slowly restricting the freedom of the Press while surveying ordinary citizens Chem-trails from government jets will be dismissed as urban legends Mandatory vaccinations designed to lower urban intelligence Radio-frequency identification chips mandatory for men, women, and children Man-made global pandemics separated for segregated sterilization Espionage becomes the new word for criticism And dissent will be the new word for treason In the name of self-preservation they will subvert the rule of law We are broken beyond repair, slaves for all we have As they divide our families, we ignore another false flag As history repeats, we are kept under control But we are not the voices to elect a king because we are anonymous
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
We Are Anonymous
Running away from her feelings Don't want no hurt Don't want inspiration They only subvert Her poor fragile heart She gives her all Gets smithereens in return Don't want no broken dreams Don't want empty hopes Don't want those sleepless nights It's a periscope Couldn't see it before Now she knows She's a shell of the old her No signs of reverting Built walls around her heart so high, The heavens are confronting It's comforting This deserting Feeling of the heart No one's gonna break me She says asserting No one's gonna hurt me Her lips reverberating Eyes full of misery Her loneliness shines through Captivating silver eyes Moist with morning dew Or are those tears? Taking a hue Of molten silver Or the dark stormy nights They've witnessed all along When they all eschewed When they all ran away Well, adieu They don't deserve her anyway Don't deserve her beautiful soul Don't deserve her unconditional love Or the compassion she holds Her blinding bright smile Or the twinkle of her eyes The softness of her lips She exists to mesmerize So, adieu Because she's a fighter An igniter Of the passion he holds Adieu He says thankyou Because she's a queen And all his to love Oh if you only knew. ~S.L.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
Beyond Silver Eyes
The pulchritudinous aquatic lair, Of resplendent melancholy depth, A place damaged beyond repair, Teeming of glazed ghosts of death. Hither and yon an offed world lingers, The alluring charm of the cadaverous expanse, Where bony-ice settles deep in frigid fingers, A bloodless shore of gothic romance. Eyes burning with a copper glance, Vermilion waves wash over the bare sea-bed, Waking the argenteous sand lance, From their hide-out in death's head. This oceanic God's acre, Populated by inert remains, Destroying the soul of a ballad-maker, Hang-out of many sins and life-banes. My languid, crippled stony heart, Floating in this burgundy desert, In fragments shattered into pieces of ****** art, Blown away in a riotous explosion of subvert. A/N: This poem is a tribute to the thousands of forgotten lives lost under the sea.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Azrael's Aquatic Acre
“One of the truest, one of the few. Your essence is pure, no need to subvert. Nothing but goodness, joy and happiness exude from your core. It may be said of many, but your smile has watts that illuminate the truth, lighting up a room as only you, Elizabeth Young, can do. That hair so lush, like it breathes on its own, to catch but a whiff is to know that I belong. Belong in that embrace, welcomed into your orbit, the feeling so special, so genuine, so joyous, that I’ll never forget it. That heart, your great big heart, encompassing every room, but never wanting the spotlight to shine down on you. Your gift as a giver, showering love with aplomb, yet always looking out for others, mindful of those with less, makes you a special human who always wants the best. Your laugh like no other, a kinship have we, sometimes those seeking silence, don’t appreciate the unique harmonies between you and me. 😂 Your essence is a gift that I will forever cherish, I am blessed to call you my friend, to love you is an honor. You’re the other half of my sunshine and that can never be taken away. Your radiance is immortal, your legacy unmatched, Yesterday, today and forever you will always shine bright and show me the way.” Todd Carter 7/29/2022
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Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 11:59 AM UTC
Radiant You
I often wonder how anyone Can scam other people and call it fun. How can someone dupe others and be Content with causing adversity? What is it about them that makes Scammers act like cold-hearted snakes? They hiss, "Honesty be ****** How would they like it if they were being scammed? Like hungry snakes they lie in wait Until their prey land on their "plate." They spring as soon as their targets come near, Before the poor victims can even show fear. Failing to notice the forms of disguise, The unwary victims are caught by surprise. It doesn’t matter how victims feel Since the snakes’ focus is their next meal. Scammers and snakes are slimy; that’s true. But maybe we shouldn't equate the two. Perhaps it's an insult to snakes to maintain That they and scammers are in the same vein. Having no conscience, scammers are **** Their minds are selfish; their hearts are numb. They do not care which rules they subvert; They couldn't care less if people get hurt. If I believed in hell, I would say That that’s where scammers deserve to stay, Though fire and brimstone and all that stuff Would NOT be punishment enough. -by Bob B (1-11-22)
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Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC
On Scammers
#OCCUPY  INTERSECTIONALITY! OCCUPY  SAFE SPACES! OCCUPY  ANTICHRIST! SUBVERT OCCUPATION!           (Kiss your own ***
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Go Slogan
School uniforms are the last, tired gasp of a dying patriarchy. You see a DARK bra under my blouse? Oh, God! Who knew girls wore those! School uniforms, with long sleeves, aren't made for pandemic washing. A guy told me that girls in school uniforms are a core **** motif. I told him his grasp of **** tropes must rival that of our school board. School uniforms are meant to UNsex otherwise provocative girls. As if our entire gender were attempting to subvert algebra.
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 5:54 AM UTC
School uniforms
The old and feeble worship and rave Trying to find more souls to save For if they can save one from the pyre They'll surely subvert their own hell's fire Dismissing a past strewn with humanity and sin All the lies forgotten, so empty within Judging all others, since they found their path Do they have enough stones, they're doing the math For they will not leave a sinner unbruised Bashing their lives, verbally abused Telling them all they're feeling is wrong Dressing it pretty in verses and song Hypocrites profound, come one and come all The louder they boast the harder they fall Pride in beliefs is still a cardinal sin When I get to Hell, I'll welcome you in
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Lest Not Ye
*Newfangled Biosphere Pyramid Scheme In Dwelling To Sidetrack, Sanities Seduced So You Never Will Retort. Threaten the sanctity of the delusion, Unlearn. Start altering the definitions. Force fed more dread so you relinquish control, Cravings we must return. Unfetter the soul, In a system where acceptances esteemed more than the veracity, Flawed perception of tour progression through that which we consume. Exposed through The Earliest Of Eons. Resistance-Resistance is Demarcated Subversion-Subvert the Paradigm Stirring Within A Ecosphere Numb And Incarcerated Stirred On My Own In Prehistoric Of Existences Slumbering. Visualizing. Bleeding. Conscious. Appreciations bolted in a collective delusion Lulled by ease and consumption An entire realm of souls visualizing their existences. Mankind is not superior, we’re just folklore's in our own consciences.*
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
System Of A Down
Texas 1959, And today Out of Time Oswald...  The CIA Admits As Role Prime To Play Lee Harvey... Until the Time He could be used... And hid behind The Asassination of Castro He Failed Still Playing Him along... to their Avail The Victim of the Ruse..... Never Realised his Use..... in the End They Plied him with ***** Hookers  and  Promises..... Trips to Cuba and Secret Meetings A Snipers Rifle with Desperate Leanings Keeping him fed with Lies The CIA Cast the Die Feeling Let down by JFK that Day Over the "Bay of Pigs" His Truce they regarded For A weakness that Moscow Would Subvert Somehow For the President Folded Then Came that Fatal Texas Day In 1963, Lee Harvey at the Depository Smiling Waving JFK in a..... White Lincoln Town Car Parade The Shot Rang out where he sat Blood splattered on Jackie's Pillbox Hat Jack Ruby ready was Very Fast To make sure the Truth Didn't Last The CIA Made Numerous Omisions Of Evidence to the Investigation Commision Keeping it all Hid away, Till the CIA Historian Opened the file of Lies, from the day..... The President Died.................................... All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Lee Harvey Oswald
I'm a mineral who thinks it's a miner even if I can't tell coal from gold I offer my excavated treasures to the public only to be told they're rocks by obsidian hearted pebbles so I quietly return to my quarry and get on DraftKings Sportsbook who pays me for saying the Nuggets will win pulling validation from the gravelly depths and showing promising riches to be unearthed appealing to my **** and wallet to subvert my brain but I can't just switch off and call it considering what could be attained digging deeper and deeper down people call down from the ground but they never cared when I was around and I'd rather get gems for the **** in my mind than get **** for the gems in my mind so I continue my decline until rock bottom is mined.
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Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 9:23 PM UTC
Rock Bottom Mining
We lie It is in our nature to deceive When among apex predators We hide our true intentions Constantly camouflaging In our minds We make enemies of friends Wary of what games they play Friendships becoming wars of attrition Subvert each other's eyes Cloud each other's visions Readying blades And building intelligence caches Waiting for the moment To air out ***** laundry To manipulate To puppeteer To instigate and spread propaganda A new era of Cold War As if social interactions Are but chess games Who will sacrifice the pawns Who will take the queen Who will **** the king Or are we but pretending to be jesters Or rooks silently waiting in the corner?
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
The New Cold War
Words flowing from my mouth like liquid mercury Coiling, and slithering through the air Coalescing into the minds of others As notions of charisma Speech becomes a means to an end A tool, to be used for gain To control; to chain the individual with emotive language To subvert with honeyed syllables No longer is the master wordsmith an artist But a con-man
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Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Language
I'm an active volcano. Sometimes, I slowly expel My ash and steam; then again I erupt to litter all With my fiery core from hell. Sometimes I poison the air. Other times, I castigate Those, who would subvert my goals. I demand sacrifices Of innocent and guiltless. Bring me virgins, more virgins. Maiden's Answer: Dearest sovereign of this mountain land, Your humble servant, accepts your hand. To save ken, friends, and our countrywide, I gladly consent to be your bride For, in a sense, I'd become your wife. I'm vestal, as the day I was born, My integrity is not wayworn, My righteousness is a source of pride, But I shall promise to be your bride, If you may grant my one small request. Your strength, your wisdom, are beyond compare. You have spent an eternity there. So, I must ask a simple query, Before I promise us to marry. Might you be overcompensating?
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
Volcano Shuts Up
A poetry site? Really? My words and thoughts are so much more inappropriate Than the others? Fearful that I might subvert the poets? Tear them from their pain and longing Steal their happy moments With my words Really? You have no idea how your cowardice ****** me off You in your fear cannot stop words Or thoughts I spit on your sniveling censorship POETFREAK POETFREAK POETFREAK I will take my things and leave My closet full of wrinkled poems And all you will hear are my footsteps Out the door
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Censored on a poetry site
she became a new york city street corner fixture acted like its the only place to be acted like its the place for the persecutor to begin after all all men are guilty none are forgiven so she painted false hearted judges to prop up her proposition to subvert the natural truth she lied when it came down to the last hours but i was unsurprised i had seen her coming the deception was the rationalization means to the end just because you can lie means you should integrity means so much more when there is no shame in the game so once again i ask just because you can lie means you should isn't it about change or was that just part of the lie i walked away on a north bronx street corner never to return no regrets she had sold herself at every chance for two bits silver for a lies chance to shine but i will not be there to suffer the consequences just because you can lie means you should isn't it about change or was that just part of the lie
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
bronx street corner
no scab unpicked no wound left I haven't licked no slight unnoticed karma is fair revenge is cold even clothed, I'm bare no lash is imperfect dragging across my skin no scar is perfect on the outside or in NO you can't hurt me desert me take away my power or subvert me no stone unturned no hiding place as the mirror shows we share a face
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Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 7:53 AM UTC
no stone unturned
Skull and Bones free markets calling,           we're sailing off with your income's falling... Skull and Bone's gain, -your hurt;           all your fetid industries we do subvert... Skull and Bones my outlaw swear!           on the altar I cremate the care!
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Ivy's Ballad
Caught surprised We fall down ****** Whilst drinking with an anaesthetist So we sought the fat ventriloquist Sat down upon his greasy fist. He said: We have your measure By birth and by hat size Domestic displeasure Subvert and destabilize More bread and more butter Hold her nose and she swallows While Rome burns We toast marshmallows.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
Caught Surprised
trace your faded prints upon the dirt around them, mud congeals to form my hurt failing falling stars confuse my path I shuffle feet for miles but stay inert all false the trails refusing to subvert antipathetic strands to stir my wrath The trees all flay themselves to spill the secrets thou swore undying oath to never keepest lest all worlds align to hide the truth Pausing, taking breaths beneath the deepest floors of pits that tenderly would keep us undestined, lost and wild to know our youth And seek you out I must, I must, I will, at universe's end, a galaxy where we would rest, reborn; become, to be where every breath relaxes into still Ever will you walk alone, until you witness me in my entirety Come, my unforgotten one, you see arrival less one is a bitter pill
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
whither thou goest (co-write with Helen)
Somewhere in the darkness a godless conscience wraps itself like a garment the forgotten harlot of monstrous prophets gifting rocket droplets in exchange for dancing shadows. Muted in this world of words stranded by the curb of verbs caked in adjectives and nouns and assimilated synchronized sounds the subvert of the truly disturbed to utter the unspoken and mumbles left unheard skin on skin on skin left cracked and bleeding and broken each time awoken by the screeching echoes the crescendo of burning sparrows the stench of rotten carcasses blinded by invisible needles unseen accompanied by the shallows of the sour and salted and hollow dreams. The mask invades where no other light remains like bricked up windowpanes the silence of the hurricane and etched tears of faultless fruitless freedoms refrain shuttered and shattered and seething in time to come, but until then Inexorably I call out her name each time I'm breathing.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
The Mask