"truman" poems
Dinner table,
Bowls of light,
Stage fright, lilies,
No appetite,
Dark absences nibbling
Right through my eyes
Like black rabbits pulled
Out of Truman Show skies,
Provoking the question
From those sat up front –
Is this a trick you’re pulling -
Is this one of your stunts?
But no amount of smiling
Will do –
Nod all you like.
They’re onto you.
Christmas Eve,
Sister’s house,
Black eye,
Ulcerated mouth.
Divinely tickled-
By Miss World!
A pinecone and mistletoe
Christmas hurled
Down en suite toilets
Porcelain pink,
My face makes love
To the bathroom sink.
The most squalid Little Lord
In the county, me,
Summer blooms hold
No charms for me,
So I try to apply my
Favourite smile
And travel a few more
Country miles
To a chemist that doesn’t
Know my face.
I browse a bit
(Condoms, spectacles case)
Then I try to
Convince the pharmacist
That I need two
Bottles of
Gee’s Linctus.
The cruelest boyfriend
I ever had
Gives head to a toilet roll
And his fingerpads
Are bordello yellow
From greased nicotine,
This ******* in Primrose
Exhales smoke in a stream,
And I try to remember what
Buttercup said,
His baby’s breath whispers
Wilt in my head,
Something about purity
Something about loss
Something about cleanliness
Something about God
Something about something
That I should tick off as regrettable,
But one flower can make everything
So *******
Forgettable.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
*Slammed to "Pick Up the Pieces"
by Average White Band*
Life's a jungle I have found
Torn to pieces all around
There are foxes - there are hounds
Zoos where wild things abound
Just listen to the funky sound
Now we're going underground....
Underground where rabbits go
Down tunnels in a faster slow
It's all over, don't you know
Pick & Shovel, Rake & ***
You're down with it, on the low
Like you're Edgar Allan Poe
Feast or famine - friend or foe
It must go on... The Truman Show...
*Jigsaw pieces - play the game
It is just a crying shame
Dance for dancing - Fame for fame
Break a leg and you are lame
No one'll ever know your name...
**PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES***
You're a tiger, nothin' nice
You've been bought, you had a price
Yeah, you tore off quite a slice
Well, some are men and some are mice
Some eat meat and some eat rice
Some are fire - some are ice
Some are ticks and some are lice
Let me give you some advice...
Just so you are never boring
While you're out there pimping, *******
While you're the one they are adoring
Just watch out for polished flooring
Don't break loose from your fast mooring
Into the pit you will be soaring
After that there's no restoring
Listen to the lion roaring...
Chorus
Here we are in the U.S.
We are pampered we are blessed
Sometime soon there'll be a test
We'll ride the Bronco way out West
The Magnificent Seven rides abreast
There's a new Sheriff, have you guessed?
With a tin badge on His vest
He does not play - He does not jest
I'm afraid, I will attest!
It won't be fun, just wait and see
It will be "pain" with a capitol P!
On this bus, don't ride for free
This is not a game of Wii
There's a port and there's a lea
There's a shrub (Bush), and there's a tree
There's an us, and there's a we
**There's a YOU, and there's a ME...
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES
PICK UP THE PIECES**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/14/2016
https://youtu.be/xpflST8xWm8
"Pick Up the Pieces" extended version
Average White Band
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
Let’s start with a reminder:
President Harding,
President Woodrow Wilson,
President McKinley,
President Calvin Coolidge
& President Harry S. Truman--
Harry giving them hell in my lifetime,
In my time—
An ever so proximate reminder--
These were all Presidents of the U.S. of A.
Also, KKK Members.
Warren G. Harding, for Christ’s sake,
Was actually sworn into the Ku Klux ****
At a **** ceremony
Astonishingly conducted,
Inside the White House,
Presided over by Wizard Imperial of the Day,
The Honorable Colonel Simmons.
And I may as well throw in
Justice Hugo of the Supreme Court
Hugo Black in white robes,
While we’re on the subject of cultural memory,
To wit: the one Branch where Fairness
Is supposed to go with the territory.
You want to talk about race?
Hey, don’t get me started.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
What if
the black hole
is something similar
to the door that
Truman Burbank exited;
an alternate world to his, where over there only truth exists?
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
"This is the end, my friend…"
Take refuge in the Golden Years.
Retire to an inevitable monastery
plopped on a suburban mountaintop.
Immerse yourself in the lost writings
of Nikita Khrushchev and Harry S Truman.
Learn to cook gizzards and meditate.
Find solace in obsolete atomic weapons,
enlightenment in the raw, butchered
expressions of the naked thermonuclear.
Wangle, ****** fire, and maneuver.
Get in touch with your inner Eichmann.
Devour baskets of tasty deplorables.
Stop clinging to guns and religion.
Love the fascism of the ordinary.
Become content with mere content.
Stop waving daggers at the innocent.
Wash yourself in the blood of the lamb.
Accept that Woodstock was futile.
Admit you can’t get no satisfaction.
Penetrate the goddess of unreason,
and come screaming to your senses.
Declare the dawn of the Age of Onanism.
Keep your fingers out of Pandora's box.
Bid farewell to the ghost of Joe Hill.
Depart the smothering, smooth life
of lust, corn flakes, and competition.
Expand your mind in a mushroom cloud.
Travel upriver to the ****** of Darkness,
legendary source of honeyed generation.
Attain new heights of perfect despair.
Discover the latent bliss of cassowaries,
rooted in their strong disdain for kale.
Play poker with the spirits of the dead.
These are your days of lucky revelation.
Lick magic frogs and witness lost dreams.
Arrive at the perfect wisdom of what is.
Everything and nothing, just what it seems.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC
I walk to the pub or club,
Talk with folks,
Go play table tennis
Or shop.
But apart from all that chat,
Where do I get my “World View”?
How do I know what’s going on
Outside my little comfort zone?
I could even be another Jim Carrey
In some “Truman Show”,
Being filmed for some TV soap
That I’ve never seen
By Big Brother cameras everywhere;
Feeding off fake news
About the universe outside.
For everything we “know”
Comes from TV
And our mobiles
And PCs.
It could all be as false
As Trump says it is,
If he really exists!!!
Where is the Truth?
Will a No Deal Brexit be a catastrophe
Or a breeze in the park?
Are our “Enemies” really in the wrong?
Is the wider world anything like
It’s painted
On TV???
The con men, and women
Probably have us
In their pockets.
So all we can do
Is be as vigilant
As we can
And hope
That true Reality
Will be detected
At last.
Paul Butters
© PB 19\8\2019.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
This will be the winter of my contentment
I will shed regret and resentment
I will finally get it
I will not forget it
I will shred this narrow point of view
This prism of individuality
It’s a prison in reality
The world is a superorganism in totality
I see intersectionality and finally find sanity
My mind is now a GoPro
I can view my life in slow-mo
This is not the Truman Show
This is real, I can feel it
As this film reel flies by
I steal a glimpse with these two eyes
Before I meet my demise I will run with these two thighs
I will squat 5 plate, I will lose some weight
I will choose my fate
Lighter than a feather because I have come untethered
I float high among the weather, never weathered
Renewed by cleansing rains
You may call them hurricanes
But that is a matter of perspective
Positivity is infective
So I will spread a vibrant virus
From the Pope to Miley Cyrus
I say nope to the winter blues
This is the winter that I choose
To sway to and fro with the flow
To gratefully frolic in the snow
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Weapons of Mass Seduction By: David Wayne Clare
(a message about global discrimination)
Imagine a World today with only love Where no one fights, pushes or shoves
Humans racing to share embrace The only thing worn is a smiling face
Working together in nature's land Linguistically silent so as to understand
No passports are needed to travel afar Always feel welcomed no matter who you are
People all happy, through peace we co-exist No war-time armies here for us to enlist
We reap what we sow, no one bears greed When nature provides us all that we need
All join hands together to end all the crime Let's learn from mistakes past now of our mankind
Knowledge is the key to all future instruction As we empower the weapons of mass seduction...
World Peace Now! Love Conquers Hatred! End Discrimination!
(The Anagram of ADOLPH ****** = HOT RAPID HELL
While the Anagram of ALBERT EINSTEIN = TEN ELITE BRAINS)
© In Perpetuity By: David Clare - All Rights Reserved
For my great uncle...Truman Clare
We can't help what we look like, be kind to all brothers and sisters...
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Stuck inside for quite a few days
After the sky hurled down the ice, snow and freezing rain
Leaving bitter-cold temperatures that are quite frightening to hear
All the news reports suggest “staying inside and being safe”
I've decided to spend the days reading some on my collection of books
On presidents such as Lincoln, Truman, and Kennedy.
Sifting through information I've received of family stories and genealogy
Writing letters to an old home-bound friend in another state named Dot
Sipping hot chocolate and Cinnamon toast by the roaring fireplace
Copyright 2014
All Rights Reserved
Really I’m sitting by a cold sliding glass door wearing two sets of clothes writing this free-verse poem.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Do you know what home feels like?
When I found you, I remembered
I didn’t even know I had forgotten
Isn’t that funny?
How everything you’ve ever wanted creeps in when you aren’t looking
But I was always looking for family
So when I found them
It felt like I was dreaming
Or maybe I finally felt like family too
I sit up at night
Studying both sides of my hands
How much time did I lose?
Was it a dream, after all?
I couldn’t have been asleep that long
Your breath still bathes the skin of my shoulders
Your hands still fumbles in my blankets
I still feel you
I must have had too much to drink because when I woke you were just.. gone and I was on
A stranger’s couch
Kindness on the table cooked perfectly
Every smile feels like The Truman Show, honestly
Wait
Wasn’t I just with my family?
Don’t I have family?
I was just thinking of my family
Could you tell?
Do I look like I need it? Can you tell I’ve been violently weeping in the wood? I’m some sort of ghost, will you take care of me? Have I skinned my knees? My palms sting. Did somebody say something when I was out because there’s a sheet of softener in here and everything is dry even though you have to hit the button every 20 minutes and I always forget to come back
It’s sweet to know at least somebody’s mother is watching my clothes while I step out for air
You didn’t have to
I should say thank you
I look around
Last in, first out
Not a scratch in my day but
How long do you spend here?
Cleaning all the clothes in the house
My house is small
So sometimes I let my basket build for weeks
So I can stay a little longer
Flaunting XLs like I got somebody at home
Oh, I hear him making dinner now
Throwing the pan across the room when I smash my finger putting away the cart, making a scene just to hear me laugh
He’s on his knees in seconds just to **** the blood from my knuckles and
Get this,
He doesn’t even
Spit it out
He looks up smiling and says,
“What would people think?”
Now, the sight of blood makes me dizzy
But it isn’t the color
I’ve always known how to clean up after myself but it feels
Harder now
To have less in my basket
I’ll just take my time folding
Anyway, I like the lighting in here
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
My life is The Truman Show
I openly cry the nights away,
I openly admit I miss the one I love,
I openly admit my wrongs,
I openly weep tears of joy,
I openly say I hate myself,
I openly say I love myself,
I openly use tissues to caress my skin,
I openly wipe my tears away,
I openly know I don't sleep when I'm sad,
I openly admit to being sad,
I openly treasure the people i love,
I openly believe that fate is still around,
I openly admit I'm weak,
I openly admit I need others help
I openly admit I've been broken by people,
I openly admit I don't want to live at times,
I openly admit I probably won't be able to get over that one person,
But....
My Life is a True Man Show.
And crying does not make me any less of a man.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
I keep,battling, myself, but, am, slowing, drifting, away, was, clean, and sober, of drugs, for, twenty- six years, but, the, needle, in, my left, arm, while, lying, on, the bathroom,floor, drove, lasting, life, away, won, an Oscar, for, portraying, famed, author, TRUMAN CAPOTE, who, wrote, IN COLD BLOOD,sadly, I won't, be, picking, up, my ,young, children, today, felt, really, comfortable,on , the, movie set, or Broadway stage,had, so many, roles,left, for, the audience, to see, years ago, when, drugs, ruled, and called, out, my name, day or night,I ingested, whatever, was,near,but, now, as my eyes, flicker, on life, for, the very, last time, dying here, wish, there, was, more, control, and resolve, I had, seems, the final, bow, always, says, goodbye
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
Presidents
Washington, Adams and Jefferson,
had *** with slaves just for fun.
Madison, Monroe and Adams,
I'm sure had secret madams.
Jackson, Van Buren and Harrison,
not sure how they ever won.
Tyler, Polk and Taylor,
before elected lived in a trailer.
Fillmore, Pierce and Buchanan,
should have been shot from a cannon.
Lincoln, Johnson and Grant,
each once had a cotton plant.
Hayes, Garfield and Arthur,
sinking fast with no life preserver.
Cleveland, Harrison and again Cleveland,
both of them killed at least one Indian.
McKinley, Roosevelt and Taft,
all too fat to float on a raft.
Wilson, Harding and Coolidge,
should have jumped from a bridge.
Hoover, Roosevelt and Truman,
wondering if they were even human.
Eisenhower, Kennedy and Johnson,
neither of them can still run.
Nixon, Ford and Carter,
not sure which one was smarter.
Reagan, Bush and Clinton,
shot, stupid and a Monica.
Bush and now Obama,
one was dumb,
and the other looks like a black llama.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
Today I began to hem,
rein in the threads that grow free
when left unstitched
I ticked a set of books
and, though I love my charges,
my heart hurt
My language is another,
my experience of this globe
unutterably different,
though geographically the same
And I want to help them play the game, I do,
but I don’t trust those
telling me how to
My instincts,
honed by humans I trust, unless
I’m lost in my own Truman Show,
show me the right way to go,
divergent from this current shitshow
The pedagogy of care
is somewhere way, way
over there
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 11:39 AM UTC
Certain events change our world
And boldly challenge the status quo,
Such as the following major event
That happened seventy years ago:
Sending shock waves throughout society,
Jackie Robinson challenged the norm
And gave a segregated system--
Major league baseball--a brand-new form.
Robinson broke the major league
Color barrier by cutting through
Years of unfair treatment in sports.
Three cheers for Number 42!
The ongoing struggle for civil rights
Would take inning after inning,
For Robinson's accomplishment
Wasn't an end but just a beginning.
Facing enormous hostility still,
The baseball player held his ground.
Sadly it took many years
For politicians to come around.
A year later President Truman
Integrated the military--
Also a long time coming,
But also a move that was necessary.
Seventeen long years later
Congress passed legislation
In civil rights, which became
A major blow to segregation.
Why so long? So it goes;
In politics you will find
That often we want to move ahead
While politicians lag behind.
Other barriers are still to be broken--
Barriers to civil and equal rights.
There are more fights to be fought
And goals on which to set our sights.
So let the number 42
Honor the history-making man
Who was a hero among many heroes,
Whether or not you're a baseball fan.
- by Bob B (4-15-17)
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
So many ~ words to choose from/
I throw away some crumbs/
'Cause I know the ~ birds can use some/
See - That's a superiority complex/
Think about the context/
Because the wordplay - is flyer than anything the birds say/
I'm shifting minds like earthquakes, shift earth plates/
Tec-tonic/
The Gin/Djinn made me sin/
Now I'm spraying shots chronically/
But I maintain ~ due to puffin that yellow green/
It helps me enter ~ into a mellow dream/
Where I can contact the Elohim/
Who give me signs of fellow beings/
That live far off in deep space/
They try to help me e-scape/
From this mean fate, of the weak race/
We call humans/
Consumers who love living the Truman Show/
But hate anything a true man shows/
And exposes/
Because they're caught in hypnosis.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Call it inception.
All this time, I've been getting brainwashed,
by ideas that are not mine.
What is perfection?
Honey they shrunk my mind.
How much longer can I take this.
I'm just glitch in the matrix.
This ain't a city of God, there's too much greed for glory.
Little kids are playing with guns,
How bout that for a toy story.
Need to make a great escape into space like Interstellar.
Surrounded by the Devil's doubles, trying to be a goodfella.
I know these material things are not relevant.
All we need is love to survive like the fifth element.
People wasting their lives, because they love to gossip,
And they have the nerve to underestimate me like a hobbit.
Feel like an alien but who's intruding,
Trapped in a show like my name is Truman.
And now they want to put a chip inside a human.
It's like 1984 getting watched by tele-screens.
It's judgment day, witness the war against machines.
But I'm fighting back, I'm a man on fire, you can't move me.
This world is fake like one big set,
I swear life is like a movie.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
He asked me if I ever worry my
life is like The Truman Show and
one day I'll wake up and realize
everyone around me was an actor,
that everything I thought I had
known until that moment was a
lie. But god I worry enough for
a whole village and if I added that
to my list I would never sleep
never eat never brush my teeth. I
do not know how to steady my
hands anymore when I think
about how you told me you were
in love with me and you didn't
mean it didn't mean it didn't mean
it.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
(The Greater Prairie Chicken: a grouse of open grassland, is known for its mating dance. Males display together in a communal lek, where they raise ear-like feathers above their heads, inflate orange sacs on the sides of their throats, and stutter-step around while making a deep hooting moan.)
So how you gonna keep ‘em
Down on the farm after they’d seen Paree?
After “displaying together” in
Their own private lek--
Communal though it was.
It’s May in Hemetucky.
I just got back from my
Twilight constitutional,
As Truman called it.
Harry—since I was born in 1949—
Tribute for my first Commander-in-Chief.
The moon was misted,
More than half full,
Myself half in the bag,
As they say.
As you know by know,
I live in one of those gated,
Golf-coursed, over-55
Lunatic Asylums,
A communal lek, as they say.
I’m stutter schlepping around the block
In my pajamas remembering that big sign,
So full of promise--ACTIVE SENIORS—
A veritable sexually promiscuous
Welcome Mat.
I made an assumption, you see,
That children of the 60s grown old
Would relish a life of legal **** in a
Gated sanctuary with hours upon hours of
“Let’s Hide the Pepperoni.”
I knew I missed those years,
That era of bra-burning &
Birth Control.
“Girls Gone Wild,”
Wonton ******* & *******
A bowl of Won-Ton carnality:
Wild abandon, mature ladies,
Their ******* in a ***
At the bottom of their purse,
(Thank you, Joan Osborne)
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Yet, I languish here
Here in the now,
Having shown my cards too often.
After 10 years here no woman
Takes me seriously,
Given my unserious reputation,
Not to be taken seriously.
Which explains why I spend
So much of my time in Italy
Lately.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
similar to the rhythm of hokey pokey
a coup d'etat here
and a coup d'etat there
fund some white terror
and spread red scare
Truman had his doctrine
Eisenhower did too
this way we won't waste nukes
Cold did spread and so did aid
here aid there aid
socialism won't do
you can be a dictator
just never read Marx
instigations are your cue
Juntas apply for sponsorship
but don't you dare serve your country
guerrillas and provocateurs will work for you too
you can be our terrorist
as long as we profit
"we" of course only includes
corporate elites and lobbies
one year we fund you, the other we hung you
We build military bases
no, we'll never go home
learn to love our NATO mob
Everyone is evil only we are good
we got a cowboy president... here, look!
We wage war on terror
and pretty much on all of you
while we sell our racist movies too
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Mr. Wiley is my favorite teacher,
his face is a very attractive feature.
He is a very stocky man,
he is so strong he could lift a minivan.
Mr. Wiley is a very generous human,
He reminds me of my grandpa Harry Truman!
Sometimes he smiles at me with such jolly glee,
Every time he does it I think to myself WHOOPEE!
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
(a message about global discrimination)
Imagine a World today with only love Where no one fights, pushes or shoves
Humans racing to share embrace The only thing worn is a smiling face
Working together in nature's land Linguistically silent so as to understand
No passports are needed to travel afar Always feel welcomed no matter who you are
People all happy, through peace we co-exist No war-time armies here for us to enlist
We reap what we sow, no one bears greed When nature provides us all that we need
All join hands together to end all the crime Let's learn from mistakes past now of our mankind
Knowledge is the key to all future instruction As we empower the weapons of mass seduction...
World Peace Now! Love Conquers Hatred! End Discrimination!
(c) 2011 David John Clare - All Rights Reserved in Perpetuity ▶ S
For my great uncle...Truman Clare
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
'Umm...Mr. Richmon were ready.' Ok Freddy let's roll out in the Chevy. These fools who hit us up last week are going to pay, when I'm done with them their bodies will be at the bottom of a creek and police won't look because I made sure insurance was on their tray. No one ***** with the Don, get out the guns, then on Sunday we play nice with the priests and the nuns. Traditional values because we still human, police watching us like we Truman. Good thing that they are corruptible, and it's also a good thing that this land is so profitable. Living in a palace, sometimes I get lost in my wonderland like the mafia version of Alice. Got the gold, the fancy cars, and the women yeah this the life, going out every night to my bar and making sure I always have my lucky Bowie knife. It's not easy being a criminal when everyone be gunning for you, yeah this **** certainly is not breezy.
Remember not to get high off your own supply other wise you'll end up like that Tony Montana guy. Come to me for a deal you can't refuse, come to me to heal or seek refuge. Family sticks together and if you got a problem with someone you finish it in the ring like Floyd Mayweather. Life of an outlaw yeah started from the ground because you must plant seed before you attain straw. Got to be smart and when you take a chance better hope your shot hits the mark. If you didn't know already my name is Don Richmon and I won't be bent over by the pressure of this world because I came to rule it man. The Don never runs, so if you want me make sure your guns are not on stun. Come on make my day, because if you fail you better pray you can get away. I don't kill-I torture, I know I'm ill but you have to be when you’re the Godfather.
Life of a gangster got to spin the wheel like a hamster. Got not time for wangsters or prancers, because those types of people give me cancer. Only the best, so if you think your worthy for now you are welcome as a guest. This isn't the wild where you’re safe in a nest; you’re not a child you have to be willing to treat other gangs like pests. Eradicate those delegates, no time to meditate or second-guess or you will receive a terrible fate. Conceal don't feel because what once was a game has now become real.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC