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Re: Poetry here.

Post by doolhoofd » Sat Jul 06, 2019 1:40 pm

gaffo wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 4:04 am
your poem is that good IMO - do you have more work? curious.
Thanks! :D
I have a complaint against Spectacle Society (not poetry even though the category says otherwise, system's messed up because of Eclipse).
https://www.deviantart.com/doolhoofd/ar ... -678396762
And I have a journal with quotes about the Sun and the Stars (also not poetry).
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Re: Poetry here.

Post by doolhoofd » Sat Jul 06, 2019 1:46 pm

gaffo wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 4:04 am
I esp like verse 13 - laughed out loud over that part, and verse 19 and the last vers 20 was fabuous in it bleak truth/and the rhyme to send the message home ;-/.
The world's richest 1% get 82% of the wealth, according to Oxfam. The NGO has produced similar reports for the past five years. In 2017 it calculated that the world's eight richest individuals had as much wealth as the poorest half of the world.
Source: https://www.bbc.com/news/business-42745853

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by -1- » Sun Jul 07, 2019 10:25 am

doolhoofd wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 1:46 pm
In 2017 it calculated that the world's eight richest individuals had as much wealth as the poorest half of the world.
The rich ain't so rich any more, are they.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by gaffo » Sun Jul 07, 2019 9:27 pm

-1- wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 8:08 am
gaffo wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 4:13 am
-1- wrote:
Sat Jun 01, 2019 10:06 am
To create a good rhyme,
You will need some time,
'Coz if you don't succeed,
It ain't worth a dime.
lol,

true enough,

and that would be a crime,

my grandma like to smuff........

had enough?

;-/.
1. Take One

My gramma like to smuff
She says it ain't enough
To dive into her muff
You must also rake the rough
To borrow terms from golf
To make her huff and puff
And moan as she gets off
Her rocks.

2. Take Two

My gramma like to smuff.
My English words also snuff
Out the language, fierce and tough
Hence my name is Gaff
O.
"snuff" my bad - even a Dyslexic knows an "m" is not an "n' - but as you know, they sit next to each other on a none-dvorak, so i did not notice my misstype.

my bad.

not so keen on the imagry of granny getting off either, though i assume they do, have no wish to read about it Sir.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by gaffo » Sun Jul 07, 2019 9:48 pm

doolhoofd wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 1:46 pm
gaffo wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 4:04 am
I esp like verse 13 - laughed out loud over that part, and verse 19 and the last vers 20 was fabuous in it bleak truth/and the rhyme to send the message home ;-/.
The world's richest 1% get 82% of the wealth, according to Oxfam. The NGO has produced similar reports for the past five years. In 2017 it calculated that the world's eight richest individuals had as much wealth as the poorest half of the world.
Source: https://www.bbc.com/news/business-42745853
yes, i know (in otherwords "trickle down" is not reality (nor is the bullshit of "it i work my ass off i'll become an billionaire too).

US Standard of living has FALLEN since 1973!!!!!!!!!!!! - that was a long time ago!

since that time we had the 60-percent middle class shrink to 40?/35? - 9.6 out of 10 have gone from middle class to "underclass" lower class. .4? or so - so what? 4 out of 1000? moved up to upperclass. great! - not a an asshat, but what about the rest that moved out of the middle class to the lower class?

- silence - about them. instead just the usual american dream "you can succeed if you work hard"

1. yes, sometimes, more times 50 yrs ago than today (those that recite that mantra ignore this fact!) i.e. there is something wrong here since 73, and neither political parties are seeing (or more aptly see it but use diversion tactics because they have no answer (I don't either BTW) - Republicans just say "work harder" and you will make it. Dems just say "fixate on LGBTQ's and ignore anything else including your nosediving living standards.


2. sadly, i do not think there is a "fix" - for Globalism DOES raise the standards of living of all 3-rd nations (so i affirm Globalism - it does lift Bangalis from literally starving to death to at least allowing them to become one of the underclass, and so enough to eat).

3. Fact is globalism is good globally (and I'm a Humanist - so not tribal, though do think "western ideals" (john Locke/etc is THE WAY) - so in otherwords if Botswana when out of her way to affirm said ideals, and America (I'm an American BTW) turned here back on those ideals, i would renounce my Americanism in spirit and become a Botswanan. I'm a Patriot- not due the land my nation controls, but due to the gov/constitution it affirms (less so lately - when it leaves said Constitution is when i will have to choose the better (the latter - and no longer care about "America and the land she controls" - and move to another nation that affirms the concepts my nation no longer values. of coure i may not be able to - due to imigration laws of said other nation................so there is that too. might be stuck as a "Patriot" who no longer loves America, but is stuck here.

4. hope i don't end up in that senario.

thanks for reply BTW.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by gaffo » Sun Jul 07, 2019 9:57 pm

gaffo wrote:
Sun Jul 07, 2019 9:48 pm
of coure i may not be able to - due to imigration laws of said other nation................so there is that too. might be stuck as a "Patriot" who no longer loves America, but is stuck here.

4. hope i don't end up in that senario.
BTW 10-percent of Germans lived that nightmare bet 38 and 45 - millions of - not all Germans were thugs/nazis, but most were enablers.

to be fair, 30 percent were.

60 percent were just "oh whatever" - in the middle morally.

10-percent hated Hitler, and most (hey, I'm not self reichtious! (its easy to be 70 yrs later) - me? no, I'd not harbor jews, and keep my head low and not house Jews (being caught = death to them and me). just being honest about myself. nearly all of those 10 percenters were like me.

a few rose above and did house jews understanding the risk. they were example of the best of humanity and honour.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by gaffo » Sun Jul 07, 2019 10:02 pm

doolhoofd wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 1:40 pm
gaffo wrote:
Sat Jul 06, 2019 4:04 am
your poem is that good IMO - do you have more work? curious.
Thanks! :D
I have a complaint against Spectacle Society (not poetry even though the category says otherwise, system's messed up because of Eclipse).
https://www.deviantart.com/doolhoofd/ar ... -678396762
And I have a journal with quotes about the Sun and the Stars (also not poetry).
https://www.deviantart.com/doolhoofd/jo ... -770910337
thanks for references, shall check them out ;-)

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Walker » Sun Jul 21, 2019 1:01 pm

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Billy Collins

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Eodnhoj7 » Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:01 pm

The Frost of Emptiness


Moonlit breeze crystalizes the mind,
truth a quiet snow cutting through the night,
the minds eye within a storm, all but blind.

Waves upon waves, endless in sight
one to another, each of a special kind.
All tension within tension bringing forth light.

A silent discipline the reflective find,
as they sort through illusion in an endless fight.
Thought massed and dense, yet a hollow bind.

A midnight storm of the soul existing by right,
Thunder cut stillness, moonlit inspiration intertwined.
Flashes of quiet then a violent sight:

What is exposed; spaciousness defined.
Curves within curves, a nest of blyte
Weaving an empty core that is confined.

Grades of color, all varieties of white.
Moon and snow and lighting unrefined,
A tree within the sky, budding insight.

Blooming yet frozen thoughts unwind,
to form an ocean of image ceasing this frostbite.
A ferocious peace of mind.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Eodnhoj7 » Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:01 pm

"Midnight Sun"

Bounded metal drums burning

Space unfolding into eternal flame

We can feel its rage, it roars

Choice is gone, watch the clay-eyed children die.

It came from nothing, from in between space.

Noone can scream, there faces are burning

The fire is burning within and without, no cause is present.

The forms vanish, our layers of squares are gone.

It is aware of itself, it sees being for what it is.

Nothing can be said, We are terrified of God.

It just keeps burning of its own will. We cant do anything but die.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Eodnhoj7 » Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:02 pm

"Clay Eyed Little People"

Open a door, and watch a young girl fall 3 stories.

The clay eyed little people dance around like little dolls.

Strange life resides in them, they gather around watching dead men fall from ceilings.

They dance to no song, a silent pitter patter echoes.

Foriegn are their ways, dont look them in the eye.

Dead life, twinkling electricity, pasted smiles.

Watch them run and hide, scurrying through vintage furniture.

All within the locked door. Shhh.

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Post by Eodnhoj7 » Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:02 pm

"A Vortex of Perceptions"

Watching dreams spin matter, the schizophrenic screams.

One, two, three, four...look at creation mother.

Watch the butterfly die, I am listening to mud.

They say all is well that ends well, but crickets chirp.

Made up words to guide the day, why cant we hold the sun in our hands?

Murmurs woven by murmurs, people scurrying through held time.

Watch the moon rise over the mountains, then draw twilight with a pencil.

I am so empty minded, obscurity lies within as the sparrows crie "no!"

See the strings and listen, for they only do it once before they do it again.

Dripping time, dripping thoughts, dripping movements within the depths.

Drip, drip, drip...hallowed water burns.




See the fear in its quietude, eyes hold it within there glass.




Random mutters forming matter, when will June come back?

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Post by Eodnhoj7 » Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:04 pm

"Why won't the squares hold us?"



Our squares are burning, we didn't build them right.

Angles are running everywhere, we cant catch them.

Livelihood is made by distorting mirrors, crucifying circles.

Bled out thoughts mortar the dam to space's flow,

But sir, its so indefinite it cant be held back.

So they ritually masturbate to images, but this dogma is not working.

So they cut the cords to dawn, behold a symphony of clicking.

Time is screaming in pain, its skin is the latest fashion.

Pond vision, the religion of the fortress gods, but there chants arent holding the cosmos up.

They scream "when is it our turn to be damned?", but nature says they are to live.

The crucified circle speaks by the movements, blue light blesses the living but the spinning is too pure for mortality.

Watch time rot, carving pockets in the minds of its devotees.




Ending? Is too obscure of a question...

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Post by Eodnhoj7 » Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:05 pm

"Schizophrenia"



3 gaps within a hollow mind, the architect shrieks.

Five through the two and things appear clear, unless the yellow horizon is threaded.

Call forth the purple and where the moon as a ring, set forth from sun gods most nations weep.

Look at the shadows fold through eachother, muttered thoughts.

Rip the sights and tear between spaces, the skin of some monsters is only bloated and pink.

What the medium carve out words, sowing dimensions together as her bastards.

Count the spaces and feel time burn them, the sound is always a click.

Mechanized time for mechanized people, sanity is ritualized death.

Harken to the whispers laid down in the mind, as the senses twist and turn.

Hearing color weep, touch becomes an empty word.




Watch the desolate stagger, inventing new gods...but where is salvation, what is the right way to mold it?

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Eodnhoj7 » Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:06 pm

"They Said There Will Be A War Tomorrow, Yesterday"




People scurrying about like ants, squash one and watch them keep moving.

"We here there is going to be a war tomorrow", they said this yesterday, they said this tomorrow.

Everyone accusing the other of rumors, this is the rumor.

"Someone knows something I dont", we repeat this to fit in.

Dissolve or be dissolved, desolate laughs encased in desolate images.

Rinse and repeat, the one who masturbates the most wins, rinse and repeat.

"We know there is a conspiracy" this is the conspiracy.

Depth is the fad, people dressing in clever words.

Just dont force them to pay attention, they like to guard their cynicism.

And keep it short, for what is shorter than them makes them tall.

Noone likes a know it all, noone likes responsibility...you cant package your own mortality.

Nice is morality, because morality is an image.

Karma is the result of judgements, but karma is the new judgement.


Deep thoughts on a shallow screen, scroll through to manage the anxiety and boredom.




They say there is going to be a war tomorrow, they said this yesterday.

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