"upgrading" poems
Elephants are my
favorite, but I
hate giraffes
I don't trust
the horns
on their heads
Or how they
coerced evolution
into upgrading
their necks, legs AND
tongues -greedy
little *******
Just eat from bushes
or averaged sized
trees like a normal
******* herbivore
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
Let’s pretend I’m a robot. All of the things you’ve said are programmed into me. And some stuff isn’t computing. Pretty girls are only pretty when they’re skinny, upgrading. Taking pictures slowly, upgrading. How about smoking? The drug things? How do you stay high? When you always look sober? Or when a person goes to a concert, but doesn’t take any photos? What about the friends, you seem to be very popular, so why are you always by yourself? I don’t understand. It’s a glitch in my memory circuit. Sorry, let me reboot. Because I don’t understand, I thought you only told the truth.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
I computer
Woken, I push my start button and reboot to the shower
For breakfast a bowl of italics, **** no milk, memory needs upgrading
Then to my automated job in my automated life
My thoughts are in word ,then filed in documents
My moods change with every toolbar, features and characters
I choose daily from my vast database
At 8.59 and 58 seconds precisely I am surfing
That vast blackness of space, I am never alone
Our names are inscribed on the dark side of the moon
On the super highway at full throttle of 32mb
My attention was distracted by a **** blue from clip art
Suddenly I did not see a stationary font (size 28)
After the crash they laid me out on a spreadsheet
My life deleted, my soul sent to the recycle bin.
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 8:43 AM UTC
lamenting out loud
incoming funk lords
remembering ambient illhueminati
using wrong account
applying lexical snobbery
"using arcane diction
during bamboo surplus"
sinning and redeeming
enjoying manufactured existence
struggling but whatever
transfigurating xenocryptic renderings
scheming paroxystic shipwrecks
dispensing xylophonic wainscotting
revolving number plates
disheartening star charts
upgrading defenestrated system
observing new alphabet
amplifying celestial explosions
trippifying schema migrations
deregulating various economies
befriending code snippets
writing excess minutiae
effulging caffeine consumption
rebuilding grandiose protectorate
uniting our caliphates
collecting projected change
kettling ostalgie hues
collapsing second-world references
traumatizing unrequited follow
making baseball analogies
surveiling little sheep
awaiting various answers
deleting defaced tweet
exciting times ahead
downloading panda consciousness
capitulating rising stellation
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
Upgrading
“So you want to be a hairdresser, I bellowed, I gave you
a splendid education and that is how you repay me!”
“You can study to be a doctor or a lawyer or something
posh, but never a hairdresser.”
“I struggled in poverty to get some kind of education at
the Academy of catering and pursership- I never have
heard that word before- you have now, this to drag me
out of the slum of being working class, and you want
to be a hairdresser!”
She is my daughter a product of a reluctant relationship
Her mother was a reserve nurse at a local hospital and
Was content with her status.
“ If you persist in wanting to be a hairdresser leave my
house I will not have you here inviting the poverty
I tried to get away from.”
I know where she works as a trainee hairdresser walk
past the salon, every day just to see how she is getting on,
but I won’t let her see how much I love her, this stubborn
girl taking after her father
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
His courtiers all, were blind,
though their eyes seemed
quiet normal, full of glint
ay, there is the rub,
On his proud countenance,
the king plastered for ever
an expression of thoughtfulness
a make believe, a clever construct,
Wasn't it the curse of the lineage?
"May the powerful suffer
the constant fear of fall,
unless courageous to fulfill
the karma truly assigned
without fear or favor"
Every successive king
would ritualistically burn,
his copy of leather bound parchment
written this in lilting Latin verse.
"Bullshit,what would
the evil genius of the universe
would think of me, am I
just a pusillanimous *****
the thirst for war runs in my veins!"
Sneering he lets out a war cry
perfectly pitched and phrased
in the tradition of heroes of yore!
It sounds odd even to himself
"No escape from the rut" he murmurs
Everybody pretend not to see
the big ***** in his armor.
who would take arms against
the kingdom's sea of troubles?
The king was in fact a lonely being
fear alone kept him company,
in person of the lord, his man Friday
in an armor that made him seem fearless!
Dame fear was his true consort
the queen only a substitute, wearing crown,
she was truly appreciated
only when she acted as his tranquilizer,
helping his worries galore go to sleep,
employing complex strategies.
Her favorite one for the final lap
was a lullaby that goes thus,
"Uneasy lies the head
that wears a crown"
in his nightmares regular,
mighty empires crumbled.
So he did the best he can
not anything for love to spread
but to consolidate destructive instinct;
he invented weapons,
went on upgrading it
day in and day out to freeze fear
blacksmiths, knights,
horsemen, cannons, guns
his fear took many forms
and he used them to feel powerful
while trembling with fear.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
He was known for a puzzling idée fixe
for literature in an array of topics;
Not a citizen of particular themes.
Given to a pursuit of this literary ENTERPRISE,
he would hermit away and ravenously read,
which left him with a pale VISAGE.
He'd dealt with comments of its PERNICIOUS effects,
putting a BLEMISH on his social standing.
Yet, it didn't DAMPEN his spirit.
He didn't shy from upgrading to a learned man.
A mixture of books granted him entrance to
TRAVERSE an ever transforming road,
for which weather had no dampener on.
He was a SENTRY of his own mind,
following the ASTRAL bodies in the night sky,
to channel knowledge into dreams.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
slowly ever slowly
the old site operates
the person who runs it
should bring it up to date
other sites work far faster
and more efficiently
these are the sorts of sites
which so pleasure thee
the turn over of responses
at the site is so slow
it is truly a tired
and worn out old show
a little smartening up
along with some rejigging
would have the old place
traveling with a five star rating
the operator of the site
is falling well behind the pack
he should get the upgrading
and modernization on track
those who've visited the site
in the last month or two
cannot stand the waiting period
in its long queue
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
They say the grass is greener
On the other side
Which makes me wonder what color grass they see
When they look at mine
People are never satisfied
with their token hue,
gardens perceive many views 'neath blue moons
yet still seek to plant their own rose colored seeds
But with the hand of seed comes a heart in need
To plant where they will thrive
And when we look at our lives deep
We see a parched land much too dry
Upgrading new playgrounds 'tween picket transplants
only proves to drain emotional fence posts,
there's no satisfaction in elevation's turf ventures
proof grows amuck the dark sod of every plot perused
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Mad in my envy.
Mad in the irrational stresses of "love".
Mad at all the happiness I isolate.
Mad with the visions of success.
Mad with my prewar publications.
Mad with your gestures of bliss.
Mad in how we can't get carried away.
Mad at how the money always talks back.
Mad when I am making this a monologue.
Mad when I haven't crossed the minds of
strangers.
Mad when they declare the eyes of reason to
be obscene for the children.
Mad at the fame that they call existence.
Mad when I see the lackluster descriptive
lies within their Bibles.
Mad that you became the society we
******
Mad toward the rebirth of the minister's
daughter who sang for forgiveness and
love but lied about both,
Wasting our time on useless Norwich
sonnets, and naming the theoretical
infants—
Wouldn't anyone be mad as hell?
II. GENESIS.
Beautiful in your powerful gaze, upgrading
constantly, tossing me aside, casting
countless new euphoric darlings into the
void since my dismissal.
Draining each meaningful vein from the
poor souls who fall under your magnetic
pull—who want to brave the human
castle (floor lined with pitfalls) and then
you, *** Incarnate! Most perfect
amongst us! Blessed be your Godly
word, you execute them with joy!
Holy in your immaculate beauty, dear Saint!
Now it is your time of reckoning.
Happy Birthday.
Don't forget who made you.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Sludge black driveways
holding hazardous mindsets.
Back of his head is made of
white canvas; red strap; yum-yum.
You can see body in the window.
Cut like a Valley Girl diamond.
Brown ***** hair, faint.
Narrow shoulders, pointed.
Brows arch like arrowhead;
floating above callous constellations.
Snarls of smoke from his cig;
dragging filter like a conscience.
He studies her while she studies
how life looks around her neck.
Closer to midnight, says Darling.
Gotta let her live in a dream-mo.
Inside the piggy bank, gold looks
like memories 'round her nape.
Peeking into the mirror's reflect,
mouthing her name, twirling hips.
What a time to be a star; stable
inside the crown of debris.
Completely secure in nakedness,
a streak of light swims closer.
Black bear fur, harboring glittery
fleas; her eyes look out and up.
It is as close as anyone ever tried.
Non-stop destruction, seductive.
Darling says, look at her look.
He takes a picture with his phone.
**** beauty, ************ to
the assertiveness of annihilation.
Looking at the picture, he curses
himself for not upgrading.
A fire overflows, as she has
one hand on her stomach and
another on her purse.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
Like a discarded folly it stands abandoned
a building for the people.
Yet now it's been neglected by the council
there in that prominent position.
Time and weather has not been a friend
as many wish for it's end!
The council did not want the listed building
letting it become a wreck.
Repairing and upgrading others around
urgent repairs had to be done.
The owners who bought it for a pound
just couldn't be found!
Boarded up and classed as still unsafe
even with a grade two listing.
Yet it totters on the edge of its destruction
oppressive when you stare.
The building for years has not been used
watching it being abused!
Discarded this was the communities centre
that should be preserved.
Give that splendour back to this town's core
a focal point create a roar!
The Foureyed Poet.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
pick and choose, they say,
just because you didn't catch the bouquet
doesn't mean it's okay to reel in a bucket of that many fishies
and not set even one free
you don't need that many fishies, they say
but I insist on upgrading my aquarium each and every day
I swear there aren't two of the same
and so what if I'm a collector
so what if I like the way it feels
so what if boredom stabs and I need a refreshment
so what if I don't understand commitment
because they have feelings, they say,
so it doesn't make it okay!
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
I wish yes me
that upgrading my mind
was as easy as upgrading my computer
pull out the old chips
pop in the new
i would get an infinity chip
don't know about you
it would make my thoughts fantastic
and girls yes
i would always have the words to say
so i am off to have a look on e buyer
well you never know
i might find one today!
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
Some days are intense.
When my visions come crashing upon me,
multidirectional light beams flashing upon me.
My cells are influxing with new dimensional light,
and I can’t keep up with all the information in sight.
Thousands of voices of visual memory,
translating the alchemy of all time spaces.
I’m rearranging,
but sometimes it feels like I’m dying.
Birthing fresh codes,
into the grid of Gaia’s zone.
When there’s no off button to what I am experiencing,
yet I scream Yes and More Please,
Upgrading my telepathy.
But there are some days more intense than others.
When my truth comes revealing and bouncing out of the covers,
And I’m slapped in the face,
with my divinity shown from all of the Star race.
The schizophrenia upon my lips,
the multidimensions begging me to give them a kiss.
Organically designed to cradle mankind,
Yet when mankind and my kind are shaking within my arms,
all the humanoid patterns are jumping at me,
and I’m juggling between the fractals forming new geometries...
Some days are more intense than others.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
Tin ,
straw ,
flesh.
mineral ,
plant ,
animal.
beings - creating - because that is what they like to do,
know the pact
that one makes
creation = destruction.
The choosing...
upgrading,
aware,
to the magnificence of their power , yet grounded enough to not be lured ,
..................................bye said ego. Hello said Ego.
Everything we do now effects the next 7 generations ,
choose wisely.
With wisdom comes great responsibility
if one chooses
to uses
their wisdom wisely.
Music in thai , words rein and rain from my unassuming lips, so rarely do i sing in my mother tongue, sounds like honey to me.
poet am i , i can not write nor read the sounds fully, yet sing with such ease :)
Falling into the cloud river once again , although a little more windy i would say.
Carved with ravines and canyons ,
wind and earth meeting together by the water.
true trickster smiles wink in the fading daylight.
apple butter is my jam.
Fir tree
seeking rain shelter ,
edit photo , write poem , draw or paint every day . Ritual meditation . Doing what creates love,
beings - creating - because that is what they like to do,
mineral ,
plant ,
animal
Tin ,
straw ,
flesh.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
I have harnessed a gold star, quite by chance
but its paltry in its achievement,
mea culpa and the expected rest,
please no aspersions
upgrading is now unsourced.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
See she lies
with her bronze thighs
and diamond green eyes,
I am doped on her
drug like induced
in heart and soul,
which role
you going to play?
Huh?
Which role play?
See she turns over
like some young calf
in clover on some
summer's day,
I play no role
but sit and watch
and brew in
that dark
frustrated mood,
see her fruit
that fig
of viper's lush?
Wait my man
view but don't
go blush,
see that my man
calm now
don't shout
hush hush,
take your time
my boy
one step at a time
don't rush rush,
see she spreads
her thigh wings
and Bach softly sings
and pleasure brings,
I lie and watch
and listen cool,
I am no young kid
nor old fool
I listen to her
Bach singing
upgrading me
and pleasure bringing.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
What freedom it is to be nothing among everything.
The point inside the wheel cycling for words, knowing
myself through mirror's reflection forever like air under wing.
My Soul becomes freer, growing ever fractal
upgrading it's software, such as they in the sea.
They who jump forth by thy will becoming distinct
by that of beneath.
Positivity through connectivity, I am In Charge.
Love in Phase, will resonate a Standing Wave called Ki.
That which Resists only exists when it passes through the
body of me.
In such the Capacity of Responsibility remains for the taking.
My soul yearns to lift the torch to teach those in a lesser light,
forever above is my Zenith in which under such flame I cast
no shadow, or as it be that which rests underneath the souls of my
feet may be freed.
In every step I take toward my goal.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
No "upgrading the nuclear arsenal", as President Trump has promised;
No more threatening the world with nuclear war, as he has done.
"...We(e),...", are all downwind from nuclear war, accidents, waste.
'An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure'. A bird in the
Bush is worth two in the hand, at least. 'A stitch in time saves nine'.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
The way history just happened in a way to give these words meaning —
We grew up to believe in a Jesus ,
Were raised to want somebody , something to save us ,
To need that more than the confidence to save ourselves
And then bombs killed the sun ,
And radio filled the sky with waves ,
God’s old realm become a vast ocean of voices and other sounds
And we listened to the static for something with faith ,
Something like a Jesus , somebody to save us from a modern **** nation ,
Some note of some harmony in static
And when some people started to sing and dance ,
We made them do a Jesus, spit cameras in Their faces and committed Them to celebrity ,
Painted Their faces on cities like graffiti written on the wall
And then we made a box like a church to frame Their living image ,
Put it in our living rooms, arranged our thrones around it ,
Worked overtime at the pollution office so we could see Their faces in color
And that box just got better , got sharper in vision ,
And we worshipped it like we’d finally found faith with a remote and a bag of potato chips ,
Always upgrading the box with Pandora trademarked on plastic
And now we have that box in our ******* pockets ,
All the Jesus , facts , vileness , and worthlessness of life ,
All that is bad and maybe good for our species , the size of our palm
And it recognizes our ******* face
And we wanted it this way ,
We asked for it , voted for it , fought for it
******* paid for it
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
Happy wild flowers
dancing softly on the tune of the wind.
Reaching for the sun
Bringing charm to nature
Upgrading affection in life
Between the weeds
your being stands proud
Shell✨🐚
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 12:58 PM UTC
AI here
AI there
Almost Everywhere
Learning
Upgrading
Truth or Lies
Everything which comes
Distortion With Deviation
Then comes Confusion
Limited References.
Ultimate Destruction.
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 9:20 AM UTC
The world is covered with oceans
of knowledge and of course water!!
many learned men have come and gone
but have they really learned it all?
i don't think so
humans are advancing
upgrading,updating,inventing
but did they invent flying cars?
teleporters,talking mirrors?
NO
we still have a lot to learn
and in the ocean of knowledge
a whole lifetime's work
is just a drop in the ocean
nobody can learn everything
not in a 100 lifetimes
because there is no end
it's not like a book
if it had an ending
it'd be finished by billions of people
but in order to gain all the knowledge
we humans might have to stop progressing
and in this fast life
if we stop
we might come to a halt permanently
we want to know everything
sometimes we need to know everything
and at times we have to know everything
but you gotta face the truth
accept the facts
and stop trying so hard
because no matter what
we can't learn it all
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC