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mcradloff

Why We Are Here

He we are
In Wisconsin
How did we get here?
Why are we here?
We could have stayed in Europe
Or if you go back to Adam and Eve
We could have stayed in Africa
Or is it Iraq?
Who knows for sure
The earliest people in what is now called Wisconsin
Came around 15,000 years ago or so
They must have been trying to improve their lives
Maybe a lot of others I have seen lately popping up
Are trying to improve their lives too
The early ones probably came for better game
The later ones now came for better pay
Who can blame them
Maybe it is just our nature to go somewhere else
When will we start living in outer space or on other planets
Mars would work
Maybe the Moon
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
We as a species are always moving around this planet to better places. We seem to like it warm as the number of Eskimos is far less than the people living near the equator.
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Earlgreytea

Worlds within...

When I was young and naive, I believed the world was out there,
I looked at the vast continent on which I was born, my beloved Africa,
And I drooled,
What beasts were hidden just beyond yonder?
Who lived just across that river?
What was that jungle like way over there, where the horizon met the sky?
What islands lay just beyond further than I could see, yes, yes, just over there, just out of reach surrounded by the magnificent and never-ending Indian Ocean?
And my young heart pounded with excitement at the prospect of crossing one more river, journeying into one more jungle, setting foot on one more island...

Now, after some fifty plus years of exploring terra firma, my thirst has not been assuaged one iota,
My wonder-lust is as expansive as ever,
I still want to visit more islands, cross more rivers, sail more seas, meet more new faces,
However, I have travelled far and wide,
And have seen a lot more than my teenage eyes had,
And, now, now I wonder what’s within,
I find myself besotted with another kind of wonder-lust,
This time though,
Its directed inward,
To those equally vast and endless worlds within,
The ones the ‘banksters’ have sought to keep from us, so their enslavement of us can continue unabated,
Now, even ‘respected’ professors are talking about ‘population-reduction’,
There’re far too many of us on the planet they say,
They only need 500,000,000 of us, one can only wonder if their relentless attempts to vaccinate us, to send us to war, to poison our food and water, to ‘chemtrail’ our skies,
Are mere veiled weapons of mass-destruction, a term one hears bandied about more and more,
‘eugenics’ they call it,
I call it mass, homicidal, murder perpetrated by cowardly technocrats, revelling in the slaughter of innocents, including angelic, little children...

Although I’ve spent a couple of decades exploring the worlds within,
I know I have not yet scratched the surface,
But, I journey on,
Experiencing a delicious breakthrough every now and then,
But, I still feel like some Lilliputian,
Travelling down some forlorn stream in a matchbox-boat,
Fancying himself to be on the high seas exploring...
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Posted: May 2012
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BlissfulRaven

GOOGLE, Why are you for art thou in our life?

Google, I don't really appreciate your ever present place
Quit trying to get up in all my business and my space
You must think that you're so big and just "all that"
When all you really are is invasive, pushy and too fat

Dial it down a notch we don't need you for everything in our life
Yeah, you are useful, but come on, you add to a fair amount of strife
We are in control and dismissing all the ad clutter is getting tiring
What we really want to do is some good old fashioned quitting or firing

Give us a break we're not all invalids, dependents or shopaholics
Oh, we're not using all the latest apps? Just some more sneaky tricks
The apps come with advertising and it is redundant and too much
Keeping us in over choice not to mention your sticky tentacles and clutch

Oh, Google, you were and still are the best of times and worst of times its true
As you've grown too big, too smart and greedy that we can't even bid you adieu
Yay, we're in a love hate relationship based on monopoly and necessity, its funny
Ah! It's the future! So we better put on our thinking caps and follow all the money

© Jade Anjoun
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
A little tongue and cheek rant on the pervasive presence of the controllers, and yes Google is in on it, don't ever think they are not!
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bucksley

kem try-ills

what is that noise
i cannot see
its just above the clouds

it sure is loud
and it lasted long
oh ... its raining now

so I stay inside
locking-down
.... within

and I wonder
maybe more
illness it will bring ?
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Posted: Mar 2020
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adjhe

Service For This Country

For many a years i fought for
your freedom on this land.
I saw many friends and soldiers
die in my hands.
I fought with a syringe and
knife in my hand.
my fighting was was not
done with guns and
grenades.
My fighting many times was to
keep my comrades from dying.
My service how it changed me.
You send me home i find i am
jobless for nothing transfers
over from the military to civilian.
For now all i have done for you
i start anew as if my service
never matter to you.
My time i serviced.
The comrades i saved only has
value to me it seems.
Where is the loyalty?
The outstretched hands as if
to say thank you can i help.
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
my time in the military means so much to me.
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Unknown

The Lie

The Lie
by Sir Walter Ralegh


Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

Say to the court it glows
And shines like rotten wood,
Say to the church it shows
What's good, and doth no good:
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lie.

Tell potentates, they live
Acting, by others' action;
Not lov'd unless they give;
Not strong, but by affection.
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition,
That manage the estate,
Their purpose is ambition;
Their practice only hate.
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending,
Who in their greatest cost
Like nothing but commending.
And if they make reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell zeal it wants devotion;
Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it meets but motion;
Tell flesh it is but dust:
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.

Tell age it daily wasteth;
Tell honour how it alters;
Tell beauty how she blasteth;
Tell favour how it falters:
And as they shall reply,
Give every one the lie.

Tell wit how much it wrangles
In fickle points of niceness;
Tell wisdom she entangles
Herself in over-wiseness:
And when they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie.

Tell physic of her boldness;
Tell skill it is prevention;
Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law it is contention:
And as they do reply,
So give them still the lie.

Tell fortune of her blindness;
Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell justice of delay:
And if they will reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell schools they want profoundness,
And stand too much on seeming.
If arts and schools reply,
Give arts and schools the lie.

Tell faith it's fled the city;
Tell how the country erreth;
Tell manhood, shakes off pity;
Tell virtue, least preferred.
And if they do reply,
Spare not to give the lie.

So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing;
Because to give the lie
Deserves no less than stabbing:
Stab at thee, he that will,
No stab thy soul can kill!
ca.1592
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Posted: Feb 2010
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orientalkoru

Guilt

thank you everyone!
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Witnessed this incident yesterday where guilt was written all over a girl's
face as she was confronted of something wrong she's done. Made me think why humans tend to find it easier to justify the action or become defensive instead of accepting and apologising. The good thing is in this case the young girl has a healthy conscience, guilt made her do the right thing in the end...adults are not that much different.
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mcradloff

Impeach

Donald Trump
Seems this word is spoken so often it gets sickening
What about the other presidents
What could they have been impeached for
Nixon for extending the Vietnam War
Ford for pardoning Nixon
Carter for screwing up the economy
Reagan for exporting jobs and crushing unions
Bush for writing up NAFTA
Clinton for passing NAFTA
Bush Jr. for going into Iraq
Obama for creating millions of deadbeats on welfare
Trump for not paying taxes and allowing rich people not to pay taxes
The American voter for voting in all these slimeballs(I voted for Clinton + Obama)
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Posted: Jan 2020
About this poem:
You need look no farther than the mirror to see why we have had such a bad history of really bad leaders.
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lostabone

Haiku-6

FDA approved
cat sniffs it
runs away
I'll have some more
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Posted: Dec 2015
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mcradloff

Karaoke

It's fun to get up there and sing a song
Sometimes to get a laugh
Sometimes to get a laugh without planning on it
My last song was Stan by Eminem
My first karoke song was 1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins
My biggest laugh for Adam Sandler's At A Medium Pace
Some songs haven't gone over so well
Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time
Billy Joel's Allentown
I have to admit sometimes I sing a song to mess with the audience
Now I am singing songs that are related to Halloween
My next song will be The Blob
My song after that will be Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
I started singing karaoke in 2001
I have been singing every week since then
I do one song a week at a bar called Brothers on Second
This is in Platteville, Wisconsin
I have sang around 780 songs so far
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
I sing every day in my car. If I had a house I would sing much more, but apartments don't work too well as I like to sing really loud. Most of my songs are pop songs and I try to taylor them to the holidays.
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