"verizon" poems
Her silver wings
dipped in gold
soared through our hearts
couragion bold
Purified election
supple selection
I am the piece you nuzzle
to complete the puzzle
Lost and lonely
the sun's warning
Pluto's cobalt seas
Uranus storming
Beyond the horizon
Beyond 4g of Verizon
Astral forming
She's the morning
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Reading the paper kicking back with a few big boobie maiden's
He Man sit's and reflects after flexing his muscles for the maidens to giggle over mmm He Man loves the maidens.
Well after He Man's moment of deep thought he flushed the toilet
and beat the evil toilet demon back down the drain.
looking on the net and not just at **** He Man saw that evil Skeletor
had yet again erased yet another acount the master of the universe was mad so after wrasslin with the servant girl mmmm He man loves the servant girl.
He man called up Skeletor cause it wasa long ride over there and
and gas prices were a *****
One bar! fuck you verizon dam cellphone overpriced ****
He Man smashed the cellphone against the castle wall and cut that useless ****** head off cant hear me now huh ******
Man at arms build me better phone now!
mmmm He Man like a man in uniform.
After man at arms fought off He Man mmmm thats okay
he'll have to sleep sometime.
Man at arms built he man better phone with string and tin cup hello?
Skeletor Yorkie Speaking **** seems to be the problem.
Mmm talk slower He Man likes Skeletors voice.
He Man dam you leave me alone im busy with my life partner playing catch and hide the weazel.
Homegirl you better stop erasing accounts or im gonna get medevil on your **** He Man said in his naughty man voice.
Promise Skeletor replied.
BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL WAIT WHATS THE REST OF THIS?
****** it been so long I cant remember who gets tied up first.
Wait what was i talking about?
I like ice cream mmmm ice cream.
Just then the line snapped it was cut by that naughty meat puppet
dam you Skeletor this battle has just begun.
Dont miss the next really weird *** episode of HeMan.
Todays lesson.
Well children never play with matches.
Cause they sometimes dont work so go out and get this
years sure fire hot **** seller toy.
The He Man Flame Thrower yes little Timmy wont have to take **** from that bully anymore just light his fat *** up like a christmas tree
and if this offended you get a life mmm He Man like life and *******
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 7:37 AM UTC
Orator,
fiction-teller,
great commander in chief;
So noble your quest of
Re-election,
Presenting pretty political poetry
But we don’t mind
Lie to me
As you lead me
Oh, noble politician,
Credibility only expected in consumer ability
Priorities
Great Chess Player
Moving pawns, perpetual playing
Limitless supply of sacrifices
Die for your country, he says,
That’s patriotism!
The most patriotic of them all
I shall,
hold down the fort
On my,
Noble quest of forming fictitious fantasies
American supremacy, idiocracy
Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night till she reaches he target on sight
Responsibility? Don’t be silly
Scapegoat culture is the reality
Get in line for the American Dream,
That’s it, fall in line,
On the horizon
Ill wait, I’ve got Verizon
Do you hear me now?
Hook me in, turn me off, drug me up and let me down
I’m numb anyway
Its all in the promotion
Mass manipulation, solicitation
Don’t worry we can fix you, quick fix, step right up
Too fat? Too fast? Too slow”
Throw these back – now your on a right track
Tune in-turn off- tranquilized
Text, tweet, technology
Whatever you do
Just
Don’t
Think (rise for the pledge)
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
You three believe in creating scarcity,
NOT union.
You build HOV lanes for your luxury cars,
caring less how efficient they are.
They roll royce cross your game board,
fuming trails of money.
Bell Atlantic bought Madison Avenue,
you bought all the properties.
Now tenants can't avoid
the traffic or the noise
of an internet rolled in palms
and diced
spiraling
to speed limits
...
...
...
...
and red highways
...
...
...
...
and orange traffic cones that
block hybrid cars,
already swerving
to avoid bankruptcy.
We
STOP
the
STOP
people
STOP
moving,
our preamble crumbles to a
STOP,
becoming a eulogy —
an ideal dumb to power trippery,
after Time Warner and Comcast merged,
allies on opposite sides of the game board.
Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;
together you own pretty much
everyone but Fox and Disney,
(yet have invested in them heavily).
Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;
your oligarchy is
NBC, Universal, CNN, Warner Brothers,
and now FullScreen,
family-friendly nepotism
that inbreeds bearing
deaf drones bored of flying,
over
Why Beyonce is a Feminist.
or
Why Ferguson was racist,
media's offspring
just keep clicking,
the headline genocide victims
basking in concentrated lamps
for a sliver of attention.
Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;
Now you want the backend buffering,
bulging eyes and emptying pockets
of those Spocked into believing,
hyperspeed was ever necessary.
No choice when the exits are slow
and there are no backroads.
Verizon, Comcast, AT&T;,
offspring of the
Bell Atlantic Company,
we will not let your
****** populate the internet.
Call it Capitalism,
but your playing Monopoly,
yanking the carpet underneath
to the wood of Tyranny.
You shamed
Bell's invention
by stringing together
telephone
internet,
and
entertainment companies
until you could be lazy.
Monkeys who spent millions
to shriek at government parties
about the communication machine,
a system downloaded so slowly,
we
did
not
act
on
cons
piracy
theories,
when Amazon made online shopping so easy.
Dear Internet Service Providers,
so called ISP's,
WE ARE DONE playing Monopoly.
Our collective voice
will shout blasphemy
on your streets,
hashtagged
net neutrality,
till you're counting pennies.
So empty your Washington banks
cause it's 3 a.m. and
no ONE is winning.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
The mighty wooden ship awaits,
the pirate and his *****
The massive sails and spinnakers bold
pondering seven seas.
Adventure beckons, be still my heart,
adrenalin rushing forth.
My pirate blood, from birth doth flood
my veins with plunderous thoughts.
But hark, my beloved approaches now
With chest of clothes abundant
She says we must first speak of things
so as not to be redundant.
“Before we leave dry land, I must confess
of second thoughts about our new address.
A secret that I’m holding must be shared:
…..I am a little scared.
Sea legs, I’ve none, nor a stomach strong.
Even my sense of direction is mostly wrong.
I’m just hoping that as your Pirate queen,
….. I do not turn green.
You’d love to sail away beyond far horizons,
though, if you must know, I cannot roam
further than my cell phone plan,
…..which is Verizon.
Oh let me think this through a minute,
My love, my one eyed wonder
To sail the earth to see the world
To steal and maim and plunder
Sounds like fun, but when we’re done -
I’ve broken my nails
On those ********* sails
and I don’t know my stern from my bow
My teacher of Zen
will want to know when
my monthly bill will be paid, anyhow.
So I think I must stay, oh and by the way,
Have the boatswain untie the cable
And get me that yawl or I swear I will crawl
To the dock as fast as I’m able.
I guess I’m not much of a buccaneer
but the thought of the trip made me sick.
So a pirate’s life is not one for a wife -
at least not a wife
with a hair appointment
on Thursday!
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 2:32 PM UTC
1984, my new Macintosh 512K gleamed before me
So modern. I was on the cutting edge cusp of the techno revolution
I remember the sound it made as you put in the start up disk
That disk was so small, like smaller than a 45 record and stiff like a credit card
We were all so techno.
Everyone who was anyone in my dorm had ditched their IBM Selectrics for a Mac.
I couldn't type, so this was a total just plain survival
Being able to sleep through the sound of that dot matrix printer pounding out
a paper you'd just finished at 9 AM for a 10 AM class became a dorm life skill
I got an i-phone today. It's so kool and modern
I am so techno and I look around the
Verizon store and wonder how quaint a picture of this place will look
in 50 years.
What will be new then?
This store will look like the computer that filled a warehouse to send astronauts to the moon.
And it's that technology that gave me the i-phone
What lasts?
Ideas, meaning, poems, concepts, stories, universal truths...the same things
the ancients could carry with them from camp to camp
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
My phone is blue.
My phone is an oval.
My phone is lame.
There's not one game.
Its honestly a shame.
And who is to blame?
Verizon's 30 dollar per month data costs.
Ill see you in hell verizon.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
flying into Chi-town
Altoids of various sizes
litter the scenery.
An artfully constructed
playset thrown off
by the skilled placement
of refreshing breath mints.
Maybe they’re off brand,
or perhaps ecstasy,
though I don’t see any
smiley faces or hearts.
I like to look for high school
tracks as we descend.
Forget the football fields,
they’re far less interesting.
Mostly black, though
sometimes gravel, dirt
or red and even
purple once,
though not in Chi-town.
The homestretch extending beyond
each curve;
no hurdles in sight
much less a sand pit.
A mile inland
there is some sort of water.
The body scattered
and split like some
kind of man-made accident.
shallow sand banks
invisible from the ground look
like dead whales.
floating (submersed) there
like lifeless, sandy corpses.
Maybe it’s because of my “Free ***** spree,
but I see whales.
I’ve never been to Chicago,
only in and out of the airport
and catching glimpses of what I
can see through the windows
of Midway.
My good friend has flown with
me once, but we parted at the
big city.
Have you ever wondered why
cities are built like mountains?
the tallest buildings in the
center with everything
else leading up to it?
Kinda like that Verizon commercial
with the magnet and lead…
Maybe I’ll Google it
to find an answer.
There’s a private airport a
little closer.
(Too good for Southwest to land
there). Private jets and runways
too classy to have a White
Castle across the expressway
from it.
They have cornfields.
Even closer now.
The houses larger with matching
sheds and identical roves.
Almost all have pools, makes
sense for a windy city like
Chi-town.
Some are covered and
nasty for the impending
winter. Playsets and driveways,
minimal trees.
I wonder if the children
ever get scared when
the shadow of a 700 series
darkens their windows and slides.
If they look up and feel warmth
in their Children’s Place pants,
throwing their ice cream to the
wind and catapulting into
the comfort of their father’s
arms and then
write about it 13 years
later after they get off that plane.
“Thank you for flying with us
today, please come back and
see us soon.”
A desperate cry for profit
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 5:45 AM UTC
My calling patterns are rather dull.
I’m a sixty year old man.
I get phone calls infrequently
almost never from Sudan.
Then one day I received a call
From some fellow called Abdul.
I thought it was a prank at first,
from students at my school.
He talked of pressure cookers
and praised his foreign god.
I said “it’s a wrong number, Bub.”
And I thought “that was odd!”
That didn’t stop him calling here
Oh, once or twice a week.
I explained I’m not the party
To whom he wished to speak.
(It seems my number was one digit
off from a certain Chechen geek).
After Tax day it got interesting-
all this clicking on my phone.
One time my placed was ransacked
while I was not at home.
Eric Holder, if you’re listening,
I am not the Droid you seek.
It seems the fourth amendment
Must be null and void this week...
I might be your perfect villain:
White, Catholic, and a man.
I know if I made videos
I’d be rotting in the “can”
I knew nothing about the plot,
I’m innocent, you see.
My knowledge, like the President’s
comes strictly from T.V.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
When I was young
I had a body made of rubber
And elastic bands
That mother tightened
So I would sit up straight
But she grew slack with age.
When I was young
I was pliant
I had too many ballons in my ears
So mother pulled them, but I disappeared-
Tucking my head into my collar
And my hands into my armpits
To escape.
I was reminded of this yesterday,
Driving by one of those street advertisements
Car dealerships, Verizon wireless
Where they communicate to get your attention
Balloons growing
To the dance of wind inside an empty sleeve.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 3:12 AM UTC
.
We stand fast
against the tyranny.
They will never see
the livin' fear in me.
They've noted all our motives,
and took down all our names.
They stripped away our freedom
as Washington was going up in flames.
They took away our pistols,
every thing we could afford.
Then they bankrupted Chevy,
from schools, they banned the Lord.
Guitar Hero,
revolution;
out of gas, now
what's the solution?
The raising of taxes gets
preached to the choir.
The pews will smolder
with martyrs on fire.
AT&T; towers loom on the horizon.
Start a revolution on your Verizon.
We'll succumb to flame, never the plow.
I've one question, "Can you hear me now?"
.
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 9:51 PM UTC
The blood of Christ
Constantly dripping over my life
Listen hear I am blood bought
My King took the punishment for sin...rugged and uncut
Blood sport
No mark of the beast
I'm talking the mark of the free
Blood of the lamb yes his blood marks his sheep..
Death pass by my front door
**** the Egyptian first born
Jesus beat from limb to limb..the sight of flesh scorned
Oh my Lord your beard it was tore
Off ..
Bless it savior you fulfill the laws
Kings blood only type that could pay the cost
And save the lost
I bang blood with no gang affiliations
Striped naked sin causes humiliation
One death saved humanity every civilization
You see sin stales life sterilization
Kings blood brings life fertilization
Not talking zombies, when the dead start raising
I meant rising.
Followers of King Jesus we behind him
Like the man from Verizon
The world denied him and still denies him
Died once and rose into forever ..the key to our eternal survival
People open the Bible
Satan's no rival
Hells hot souls drenched in sweat no Cabo
I stand as a man ...A witness
Anointed in Kings blood
White and Red blood cells..healing, health, love
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
It breaks sometimes, but never bends
It's hard, but brittle
It's cold, but never so cold that it stops flowing
It's foggy, leaving me just enough to see only a few feet in front of me
I'm lonely, surrounded by people who toss me these
One way street relationships, always about me
It's not very pretty
Me at least
In the physical sense... Well okay maybe that too
When I look in the mirror, I see pill bottles and scars on my wrists
Instead of the gifts god gifted me with
I can't breathe
Staring at the walls in front of me
It's not as simple as walking until I find a door
What if there isn't one there?
What if the wall is too tall to scale with ropes or ladders
I can't fly
What if the stars do fall
What if your calls just haven't been coming through
Yeah, that must be it
I heard Verizon's service here is
It breaks
This house
It takes what's left of my confidence and snakes it down the tarnished copper plumbing
I can't think
Why is everybody yelling?
Really, why is everybody yelling?
What's the purpose?
Do you think demons are scared of loud noises?
Do you think they shake when your sanity is at stake? well they don't
So my strategy is don't let anything close
But it's hard, when you look at me your smile
Sweet to me like the fruit of the apple tree I planted when I was three
But it's hard to see the sense in these accusations you sling around
Some higher power must be ******** with you
No that's the human element
That's free will
That boy you call a man
I'm not saying this result was part of his plan, but rather a unexpected consequence
People do horrible things
Everybody
So I'll shut the gate to my heart, put it under lock and key
And throw it so far away from me
That nobody will ever find it
You'll have to carve out the lock with an ice pick
I'm really like this
So call me hopeless, that's fine
But you're wrong
I have hope
It's just not instilled in you
Or you
Or any one of you
I'm alone
That's fine
I have no interest in this
This idea that I need to find my better half
If I'm incomplete I'll build myself, myself
I don't need your expertise
It's my life, and I'll complete me as I please.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
dear next boyfriend-
you better hold her tighter than hands grip the wheel of a nascar vehicle as they approach the final turn and that checkered flag.
and hope that I'm not waiting for her at the finish line with a Sprint Cup trophy containing champagne that tastes like
a house,
4 kids,
and a life filled with a love that would make Shakespeare put his pen down.
it wouldn't fit on the page.
in a book.
in a library.
in a poem.
in a song.
in an album.
you need to hug her like you are trying to prevent her body from exploding into a vast constellation of a million stars.
Nova bright.
Nova? Right.
a light her bright can shine without it being night.
cherish her noise.
her laugh is an anthem.
her breath is enough music to lullaby you to sleep and get you through the night.
her cry..
her cry...
her cry.
watercolor tears, they will stain your soul.
pick your battles.
and remember that she is on your team and not your opponent.
her heartbeat sounds like thunder.
because it's ten sizes too big,
in a world that models their own after the Grinch.
she's Cindy Lou in her impact.
she will change you.
cherish her touch.
it's a gateway to a whole new world.
it's like meditation and the most violent storm happening all at once when she kisses.
I hope you like the rain.
her hands are long,
slender,
with fingers like piano keys.
I can still remember the songs she played on my skin.
Love is my most convincing proof of God,
and Dear Father;
you tell us not to covet thy neighbor.
but lord have you seen her smile?
Dear distant love,
geographically and chronologically.. distant.
if you ever find yourself alone at the Verizon center.
with sad eyes and a heavy heart.
and a craving for breakfast food for dinner.
whisper my name into the wind and know that a voice that sweet would never miss my ears.
not even from roughly 1,053 miles away.
not a chance.
send me a letter.
addressed to the boy with a love for panda bears and the way of the samurai.
and a you shaped space in his heart that is still waiting for you.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
It was in late Spring, time for me to go to school. As I carefully walked down the age-weathered stairs, it was a balancing act between the rickety steps and my black, leather pumps. The stairs won, and down I went, hitting my head on the wrought-iron Banister
"What a way to start the day," I thought to myself as I rubbed my head. I picked myself up and continued on the 3.5-mile walk to
school. My head was still pounding when I arrived.
I saw my best friend Bonnie, as she came around the corner of the school. We had known each other for ten years, and there wasn't anything we didn't know about each other. "Hey Bonnie," I yelled. She turned around and gave me a huge smile. The rays of the Sun made her blonde hair glow. With a stature of 5'9, she was a real beauty.
The day was uneventful, just a normal day. Bonnie was in three of my classes; Math, Science, and History. She made the day go incredibly fast. We cheated off one another, here and there, praying we wouldn't get caught. No wonder we were straight-A students. We were both highly intelligent.
After school, she came to my three-bedroom-home to study. I liked my ranch home and was proud for everyone to see it. We sit on my bed, skimming through the pages of our History book, trying to remember what we read, for tomorrow's test.
Soon it was time for dinner, so Bonnie went home. We talked later on our Verizon phones.
After taking a shower, I climbed into a nightgown and brushed my teeth. They were pearly white, always being complimented on. I said my prayers, then turned off my blue and white lamp. I went to sleep, hoping I would pass the test tomorrow.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
If I can I'll make you smile again,
Your pain is deep please help me understand,
The hurt you feel,
Just won't heal,
Unique as you are please tell me what you need,
To hell and back I'd walk with you hand to hand,
If that's what it takes for me to comprehend,
I'm more invested in you than a banker,
Her pain is my pain as my heart mends ill thank her,
If still she's lost I promise ill wait on the edge of the horizon,
With a Verizon,
That horizontal line that represents inner peace a symphony of beauty,
A secret place only some will find,
When they pacify the beast inside,
And make still the calamity,
Our destinies are intertwined,
I'll wait with you forever for a hero to come,
But he's already been with us all along,
That hero is Time.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
<i> I thought I could just wipe out the bad memories that ***** left behind
We had some really fun times and some bad stretches as well
The good far exceeded the bad in my debatable opinion
Sadly I am losing the battle of self confidence and reason
Your lack of trust in me feels like a dagger to my thigh
So much so that I thought of just leaving without a goodbye
I am not proud of most of my actions in this scenario
I know that I agreed to forgive and put this behind us
It’s that arrogant ******* guiding me as he sits on my shoulder
I can’t guarantee you that tomorrow will be any different
I will try my best to make this marriage whole again
I was posting our wedding pictures on Facebook with pride
I was bragging about my beautiful bride from long ago
So why did I have to end one fight only to start another?
I let the forgiven past come right back to taunt me
I gave the jealous demons the keys to my mind
They made me do things tantamount to treason
It was like I was going insane for no logical reason
Reinventing myself all over again is what I need for success
I know you are leery of handing out another “second” chance
I am so sorry I awoke you from your sleep,
Then accuse you of marital malfeasance on unproven theory
I was convinced that you were guilty of infidelity
There was no way you could walk away without some punishment
A deadlocked jury was not to be swayed by unproven facts
I had verified almost every call that went through her Apple 5
I must really keep those workers at Verizon in stitches
I lost count of how times I logged in and then got booted out
I am so thankful that my wife continues to support me
Time will tell if this marriage blooms into a beautiful flower
Both of us are headed to bed early tonight
We are backlogged on sleep and no energy is present
I know that I have been taught a valuable lesson
Jealousy is a very strange emotion
It can ruin a marriage just by one stray thought
<b><i>If you fool around chances are you will get caught
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
Woe,
Woe!!!!!
To those who shall listen,
Thy fortresses and bunkers shall have no protection for thou rich dweller,
Howl and moan for better days to construct,
Thine yards shall be uprooted and plucked by thou fathers wrath you have forgotten!!
Eateth thine own prepped storeaways you quenchors to idols,
Rejecter to bibles,
The missing will politely strike,
Where the rattlesnake shall bear its territorial bother,
Chopped and slithered you shall have thine econonomic collapse!!!
Wake from thine nap ,
Coffee addicted shadows,
Billowed and awaiting fellows,
Know your mind is not on a trip,
But/a dip to hell and back../
Break thy backs,
And sow thine seeds,
Teress as you bleedeth from/ the creatures you'll become again!
Ultimate end...
False peace is on the horizon,
Where thine batteries won't match Verizon,
For calls will be palapable and moribund by altitude!
Such gratitude!!! NOT..
Post thine photos and crop,
For they shall be the last thine self may post!!
List and ***** and swander in no charity humbleness,
For adore thine acrillic dish,
From out of thine bowl of wrath you shall eateth!!!!
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
One Day At A Time
Woke up,
at whatever the time was,
sun somewhere in the sky,
on a slow steady pace to descend under the Horizon,
no Verizon,
“Hello can you here me?”,
mic check 1 2 1 2,
this is a live recording,
writing a Futuristic Love story,
with the emotional actions we manifest,
slept,
for countless hours still I feel like I got no rest,
I get no rest,
see the problem is,
when you have nothing to lose,
to almost everything asked you’ll say “Yes,”,
“Let’s do this.”,
so now that I have a lot to lose and the write to choose,
I don’t get involved in any new business,
or rather didn’t,
but sometimes you’ve got cut ties to bad guys,
and just say “Good riddance.”,
what is this,
why did I wake up,
saw a brother at Open Mic tonight,
and even though a year had passed,
it seemed like only a night,
he asked me how I’ve been taking life,
I told him “One day at a time.”,
wanted to tell him I’d just flown back into The States,
and that this country feels like a pre apocalyptic dystopia,
reminded me kinda of a Sci-Fi flick from the 80’s,
set in 2000 and whatever,
except,
almost every Sci-Fi film,
takes place in a an ear,
that is of the Post-Apocalypse,
and herein lies the twist,
see the plot it not what you thought,
because this is actually Pre-Apocalypse,
and that notion just crossed me mind,
so I decided to write about all of this,
when I woke up,
at whatever the time was,
sun somewhere in the sky,
on a slow steady pace to descend under the Horizon,
no Verizon,
“Hello can you here me?”,
mic check 1 2 1 2,
this is a live recording…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
Schrodinger’s Turtle
Don’t let a quantum mechanic work on your car
A cat on a fence post probably got there himself
And may be observed to be alive or dead
A turtle in a box is not on a shelf
“And I don’t know why,” the scientist said
“Meow,” the poor little cat cried out in dread
Please know that I am on the ViaSat / Verizon / Directv / Netgear axis of frequent lack of service. I never ignore correspondence, but in the mornings my InterGossip works very slowly at best and in the evenings even more slowly and increasingly not at all. Responding to you may take some time.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 7:36 PM UTC