Poetry here.
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I have to copy and paste,
the poems I made,
so they don't go to waste,
and I don't end up in Literary Philosophical Wastelands,
searching for Gems of Experimentation,
my crazy thoughts, for a crazier nation.
So hello PN folks it's me now,
introducing the New Place Lands,
Places of Invention,
Places UNseen,
Places where it is needed to have a Dream.
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the poems I made,
so they don't go to waste,
and I don't end up in Literary Philosophical Wastelands,
searching for Gems of Experimentation,
my crazy thoughts, for a crazier nation.
So hello PN folks it's me now,
introducing the New Place Lands,
Places of Invention,
Places UNseen,
Places where it is needed to have a Dream.
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little tomato plants
if you grow this year
i love you so much
i promise not to eat you
and for you the little little one that would not grow
i promise to love and keep you even more
if you grow this year
i love you so much
i promise not to eat you
and for you the little little one that would not grow
i promise to love and keep you even more
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They won't grow unless you amputate the side-shoots, which I'm sure is agony for them.
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but that is different because your doing it so they grow. I don't have a problem with eating tomatos in general, just these ones for some reason. I'm attatched to them, strange but true, and i don't think i could stand to bite into them if they actually make it to the tomato stage.
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If you encourage them to grow, they make think that they are ripening for thee. And then you leave them to wither.
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Are my fingers green?
are my plants exuding rewarding fragrance?
or do they protest with overgrowth and protest?
Are they Green Revolutionaries responding?
The Philosophy of Plants some kind of 'will'?
Do they have wills of their own?
are things as they seem?
My Herbs are up in arms
but I am most prey
to their charms.
I talk to my planties,
yes you know.
First sign of madness.
so off you go!
I have to treat em right
so things are happy
by day
and by night!
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are my plants exuding rewarding fragrance?
or do they protest with overgrowth and protest?
Are they Green Revolutionaries responding?
The Philosophy of Plants some kind of 'will'?
Do they have wills of their own?
are things as they seem?
My Herbs are up in arms
but I am most prey
to their charms.
I talk to my planties,
yes you know.
First sign of madness.
so off you go!
I have to treat em right
so things are happy
by day
and by night!
copyrightpoeticgeniusproductions2009kjah
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Someone I know said they wanted to see a poem about the allegory of the cave, so, without further ado...
i sat content in a dank cave
watching shadows play upon a wall
never knowing i was a slave
never hearing a wise man's call
never to shed my wretched chains
and turn my head to see the forms
happy sat there with my pain
mouth open and forlorn
deep beneath to discern
currents formed the flickered light
there were things i did learn
but from wisdom i took flight
flickering light on a flat wall
perhaps I’ll see it soon
into that box my mind will fall
in the corner
of
my room
i sat content in a dank cave
watching shadows play upon a wall
never knowing i was a slave
never hearing a wise man's call
never to shed my wretched chains
and turn my head to see the forms
happy sat there with my pain
mouth open and forlorn
deep beneath to discern
currents formed the flickered light
there were things i did learn
but from wisdom i took flight
flickering light on a flat wall
perhaps I’ll see it soon
into that box my mind will fall
in the corner
of
my room
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A Spark
Spoils of War
Rich toys for Boys
gleaming metal
polished steel
Homeland rich.
MTV projects
youth supercapitalism
valueless beyond belief - create the new
reality where bimbo's rule and non-thinking
spectres hustle.
American dream
gone off the tracks
turned into insanity
Yet still they watch.
Exploiting a young person to make good tv
is okay in the land of the free.
Europe breaks its' back
over a chance to meet congress - sad times indeed
From where is the spark that shall inflame all
Rich toys for Boys
gleaming metal
polished steel
Homeland rich.
MTV projects
youth supercapitalism
valueless beyond belief - create the new
reality where bimbo's rule and non-thinking
spectres hustle.
American dream
gone off the tracks
turned into insanity
Yet still they watch.
Exploiting a young person to make good tv
is okay in the land of the free.
Europe breaks its' back
over a chance to meet congress - sad times indeed
From where is the spark that shall inflame all
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Nature as Judge
Brain Dead Wretch in-charge of land
A human corpse with pumping heart.
Sky be the witness.
A human corpse with pumping heart.
Sky be the witness.
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Boring old ads,
take away,
the reverie,
of the programme takes.
Subliminals along manipulative lines,
that speak of products so sublime,
That hope to take away from the programmes fair,
to allow for products
for which
one does not
have a care.
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take away,
the reverie,
of the programme takes.
Subliminals along manipulative lines,
that speak of products so sublime,
That hope to take away from the programmes fair,
to allow for products
for which
one does not
have a care.
copyright kjahpoeticgeniusproductions2009
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in this particular case i am not encouraging them to ripen for me, so you are assuming they don't know any better, and if you happen to be correct, it was not a purposeful deception, but an innocent mistake which is different, and again you couldn't assume they don't realize this as well.
also not all fruit that fullfills a longer cycle ends up being picked or eaten, and it is left to wither or partially wither. or eaten but not necessarily by humans. and not anything else other than fruit but lives lives only to be eaten, or ends up so.
and humans may not even need to eat to be alive. i'm not going to eat these particular tomatos
also not all fruit that fullfills a longer cycle ends up being picked or eaten, and it is left to wither or partially wither. or eaten but not necessarily by humans. and not anything else other than fruit but lives lives only to be eaten, or ends up so.
and humans may not even need to eat to be alive. i'm not going to eat these particular tomatos
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Some Fruit is not meant to be eaten,
It is rotting on the vine.
The smells of bitterness,
are not sublime.
I think I need some watered down and ratio'ed wine!
For we must keep a poetic vein
like poesie the social contract (again!)
or we might remonstrate on Kant (not yet read)
or our conversations take an academic bent.
But for me us you me
we can take on Libraried Poetry
and soak in academic atsmosphere
where we learn and learn (we hope)
without fear
i now keep a secret academic site
for which in which
I express my life
to psychonaut
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It is rotting on the vine.
The smells of bitterness,
are not sublime.
I think I need some watered down and ratio'ed wine!
For we must keep a poetic vein
like poesie the social contract (again!)
or we might remonstrate on Kant (not yet read)
or our conversations take an academic bent.
But for me us you me
we can take on Libraried Poetry
and soak in academic atsmosphere
where we learn and learn (we hope)
without fear
i now keep a secret academic site
for which in which
I express my life
to psychonaut
copyrightkjahpoeticgeniusproductions2009
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I will set my [academic] spirit free,
in that hidden place,
of Secrecy.
Where I will pit God, one on one,
and say Forbidden by the Sun.
The Sun Gods forbid your aim,
but creativity is the game.
My Intellect it will be free,
then I can contemplate
fearful symetry.
To my secret place,
I will hide, without the fear.
of being espied.
Of academics stealing honey,
then to make them,
lots of money,
my good ideas,
not benefiting me,
This is NOT my cup of tea,
However much I need to learn
I need to stop the the ashed urn.
I need to stop the fears unturned
or originality tossed and turned
and even if,
I joined the Crowd
got Post Doc'ed (LIVE IT LOUD!)
of course then
I would read The Higher
Instead of
instead of
a language lyre.
omigod
I break the rules
but I won't take the
bread of Fools.
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in that hidden place,
of Secrecy.
Where I will pit God, one on one,
and say Forbidden by the Sun.
The Sun Gods forbid your aim,
but creativity is the game.
My Intellect it will be free,
then I can contemplate
fearful symetry.
To my secret place,
I will hide, without the fear.
of being espied.
Of academics stealing honey,
then to make them,
lots of money,
my good ideas,
not benefiting me,
This is NOT my cup of tea,
However much I need to learn
I need to stop the the ashed urn.
I need to stop the fears unturned
or originality tossed and turned
and even if,
I joined the Crowd
got Post Doc'ed (LIVE IT LOUD!)
of course then
I would read The Higher
Instead of
instead of
a language lyre.
omigod
I break the rules
but I won't take the
bread of Fools.
copyrightkjahpoeticgeniusproductions2009
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these particular fruit will be eaten, i will not eat them, i will not leave them to wither on the vine (not that thats a bad thing in most circumstances), i will not take them somewhere and leave them in the forest, i'm going to give them to people i care about, leave the room when they eat them, that's where they were meant to be and its all done
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You seem a sensitive soul - you always stick up for those who get picked on and feel compassion for fruit on the vine.
I say its the Tolstoyan genes. He couldn't ever bring himself to wake someone from sleep, such was his sensitivity.
I say its the Tolstoyan genes. He couldn't ever bring himself to wake someone from sleep, such was his sensitivity.