Flak Jacket [Guest News Poem, by Rutherford Toady; April 7, 2010]

Flak Jacket
By Rutherford Toady
http://carrioncall.blogspot.com

He walks swiftly, balancing
An unopened Can of Pepsi
On his clipboard until it topples off,
Thunks to the sidewalk.

He bends over, picks it up
And wordlessly sets it back on the board,

Clamping the dented can beneath his palm
As he darts across the street
And slips between the sliding glass doors.

Surely he must know
That the carbonation inside the can
Has become agitated, that
The can is now a bomb,
An aluminum grenade
Of volatile pop waiting
To have its pin cracked.
Surely he will take the time
To tap the top of the can
And hold it over the sink,
Pointing the spray safely away
When he flips the tab.
Surely he won't forget that.

Surely he won't take his drink
Directly into the meeting
Before opening it.
Surely today isn't the day
He decided to wear
His best, his only
Suit.

http://carrioncall.blogspot.com



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Philia [Twitter Found Poem, April 7, 2010]

Philia [Twitter Found Poem, April 7, 2010]
Re: crunchsports nicolablack snowandstars DiscoverMag pixel8design Aquadigio41510 that_quietstorm heartbreakchic HELLOitsRebecca eagleandrew Eloketh x_missboosie ScaryFact TiJack CORYTAYLORVA Geon4You

Every absurdity has a champion.
Sexual interest in being crawled upon
or nibbled by small insects
has a champion to defend it.

God will definitely bless necrophilia.
Tiger Woods was zipping about banging into everything Sexual
Even if you go by the 5 second rule
Even if you are not that interested anymore...
her body is still warm. A little necrophilia
never killed anyone.

I enjoy insects in art
but not dodging them
if you're into necrophilia Formicophilia
absurdity
if you're into SPECTACULARRR loool
sex
if you enjoy insects in art,
the height of absurdity in one generation
often becomes the height of wisdom in the next.



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Asleep Behind the Wheel [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), April 6, 2010]

Asleep Behind the Wheel [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), April 6, 2010]

“A former U.N envoy to Afghanistan on Tuesday questioned the "mental stability" of Hamid Karzai and suggested the Afghan president may be using drugs... "He’s prone to tirades. He can be very emotional, act impulsively. In fact, some of the palace insiders say that he has a certain fondness for some of Afghanistan’s most profitable exports," said Galbraith, in an apparent reference to opium or heroin.”
--MSNBC, 12:28 p.m. PT, Tues., April 6, 2010
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/36196464/ns/world_news-south_and_central_asia/
“The United States suggested on Tuesday it might cancel a meeting between President Barack Obama and President Hamid Karzai in the White House next month if the Afghan leader persisted with anti-Western comments.”
-Sue Pleming, Reuters WASHINGTON Tue Apr 6, 2010 5:57pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6355CG20100406
“... the peak oil theory has nudged its way further into the mainstream and was widely publicized around the 2008 price spike, but it is hotly contested by many in the oil industry, including OPEC, which argues the world will rely on fossil fuels for decades to come.”
--Barbara Lewis, Reuters, Tue Apr 6, 2010 1:16pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE63539420100406

Though Hades sends his gifts to surface lands
Do not consume the produce from his realm.
The food of death—it's said—will ever brand
The eater dead in life—it overwhelms.
The poppy—face of graves—it tastes of sleep;
And blurs the act of life with one of ash.
The grave itself—a fuel that drives the creep
Of shuddering machines that dart and crash.
We cultivate the cultivars of flame
To take the edge off life's absurd attacks—
To fertilize the sorrows that we claim,
And dream a life that's lived—and yet relax
Upon a cushion on a frame of steel.
We drive, asleep in life, behind a wheel.



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Working on today's news poem... let's see some applause

If you've been enjoying Toylit lately, you can applaud the performance one of two ways: 'check out' our sponsors, or promote us. Both activities only take a moment of your time and help Toylit immensely.

I hope to wrap up the news poem in an hour or so.



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The Robot Skeleton Sidekick Car Alarm Text Alert [Found Poem on Twitter April 6, 2010]

The Robot Skeleton Sidekick Car Alarm Text Alert [Found Poem on Twitter April 6, 2010]

Re: JimRohnQuotes GrandMaster_Ash Laraklur agatthaBrittan @MarvSpelledDiff VivaLaDUN sortofcyrus @sortofdemi SenseiJack RT @idwdesign Chonnymo Janell19 ZdaDIVa msr2009 NiecyR TxtVoxRingtone corrttnnaayy wearethebrits AndrewTNelson She_G4EllE bikable becca7903 jannajoyce max_mark ToldYouuu deathaponstars Foulmouthed69 @jenfortnam macman778 Kdidd @maxhencke erannorton DannyMikos craziechick91

Dear Trees and Plants:
FUCKING DIE PLEASE! DIE DIE DIE!
robot love..... is, apparently, something of a tradition
I love cars, but hate
Trees and Plants.
I am sneezing
I want have asthma attack
Before i die.... Explain:
I am allergic to something.
sunlight.
me car is cover in it!!!

Text Alert: The robot skeleton sidekick Car Alarm
running down the street, smashing
Trees and Plants
(I have allergies.)
fucks my way to the top,
fucks Trees and Plants
fucks maple syrup.
Trees and Plants: sloppy fucks

the car is hot as fuck
I have to fuck my way to the top,
I have to fuck da shit outta dat robot
burn Trees and Plants
fucks Trees and Plants
If rain was maple syrup i'd
still burn Trees and Plants
and leave a trail of burn books
Leave Earth and all this misery
and Launch Robotic Winged Space Plane
for a cosmic world
CLICK !!!




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Ah Phailure to Literacify Part II: re: "What Men Want"

So Scott Roeder was in the news again and I thought it was a good idea to post 'What Men Want' on all the knee-jerk blogs. It cracked me up that some read it as an anti-abortion poem almost as much as it did when people read it as a pro-abortion poem. It's astonishing that these functionally illiterate zombies actually maintain websites. If I was functionally illiterate, I'd do everything in my power to hide it.

Since I am the enemy of morons, I figured I'd post the exchange w/ an example with a classic case: Kevin Evans. You can reach him at: kebmebms@gmail.com and let him know what you think. Or you could just go and remind him what a chicken he is by posting unflattering comments on his site... for him to delete. Don't forget to save your comments first! And post them here. You may use this thread to write about the insanity of dealing with freaks who can write, but can't read. For me, in that regard, the internet is a kind of hell. Or just a reminder of how many zombies walk amongst us.

The last line is just too precious. I think you'll get a chortle from it.

Oops, forgot to add the website: http://moravings.blogspot.com/2010/04/scott-roeders-sentencing-todayheres.html

It's fuckin' hilarious that the guy spent more effort writing a response than he did to actually writing his post. Why do people who suck get so defensive about it? Just play a different game, dummy.

"Ah, intellectual cowardice to match intellectual weakness.

Here's a question: how do you reconcile that word with the STANZAS that precede it?

Answer? You don't. You are sub-literate.

This response is going on Toylit now as well as Combatwords. I will never understand why the sub-literates of the world feel such a burning desire to write.

Lol!

-KW

On Tue, Apr 6, 2010 at 12:44 PM, Kevin Evans wrote:

Mr. Wessington,

I'd have gladly posted your last note but you referred to a woman or women in general as sluts. I don't do hate language and I don't reduce whole groups of people to other, ugly ones. I don't allow hate speech on my blog. If censorship is for cowards, in your eyes, so be it. I'm happy to have anyone and everyone read my blog and reply but I don't and won't allow ugliness on it. I'm sure you have your rules. That is virtually my only one.

ke

On Tue, Apr 6, 2010 at 2:35 PM, Khakjaan Wessington wrote:

Khakjaan Wessington has left a new comment on your post "Scott Roeder's sentencing today:here's hoping":

Thanks for reading, but your close-reading skills need some work. I put some bait in there to help identify the less sophisticated readers. Looks like you took the hook, line and sinker.

Consider that you are so dogmatically positioned, that you are unwilling to see that the poem opposes both your reading and your response to it.

Also, censorship is for cowards, who lack faith in the power of their own words to rebut an opposing posit. Keep that in mind when you consider deleting this follow-up.

Publish this comment.

Reject this comment.

Moderate comments for this blog.

Posted by Khakjaan Wessington to Mo Rage at April 6, 2010 12:35 PM




--
http://moravings.blogspot.com
http://kcphotogblog.blogspot.com

And the thread itself:

5 comments:

Khakjaan Wessington said...

What Men Want
http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-men-want-todays-news-poem-jan-29.html
"My honest belief was that if I didn't do something they would continue to die."
-Scott Roeder

http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE60S4UB20100129

The ancient women, wise with feral ways,
Passed matrilineal traditions down
From ape to human—knowing men could slay,
With lust, their daughters. Deaths wore bridal gowns

Before connubial beds became their graves
So brewing remedies these mothers saved
All humankind. Resentful, men thought slaves
Were made of them. He mastered war and raved

Against his mother—burning her to ash.
Denounced as midwife: now we call her witch.
Their wives and daughters—mothers died—the clash
Of sexes won. Thus Woman, made a 'bitch,'

To breed and grieve perhaps before the next.
The men would prise the fruit, more sons, from wombs
That rarely lasted forty years. But text
Reflected changing norms. In time, this grooms

A kinder sort of man who seeks a peer—
If only theoretically. Rights,
If slowly, catch the rhetoric—so dear
To many—bringing new and awful blights.

I think I know this killer's thoughts, this guy
Who shot that Kansas doc. He felt betrayed
By fellow man: resolved to make him die
And eased his guilt with Bible quotes. Unswayed,

The jury found enough to lock him up.
A shame, because a woman now, receives
In joy or rage a life from carnal tup
That soon awaits abortionist's coarse sieves;

Because she knows she really wants what men
Desire. To lust and grow and kill and feel—
Not nothing—just flushing. She wants what men
Desire: to fuck and kill and never heal;

To harvest death for medicines and soups
Or trashed in plastic bags in cans on stoops.
http://toylit.blogspot.com
April 1, 2010 2:12 PM
PFL0W said...

I publish this last comment with some trepidation.

Actually, what I think women want--if I may be so bold as to conjecture--is to do what's right with their bodies, and for their child, man's interference be damned.

mr
April 1, 2010 7:25 PM
PFL0W said...

to think that women want "To lust and grow and kill and feel—Not nothing—just flushing. She wants what men
Desire: to fuck and kill and never heal;"

is pure bullshit.

If anyone feels, it's the woman.

This is so typically a man's assumption of what a woman wants.

Nonsense.

mr
April 1, 2010 7:27 PM
Khakjaan Wessington said...

Thanks for reading, but your close-reading skills need some work. I put some bait in there to help identify the less sophisticated readers. Looks like you took the hook, line and sinker.

Consider that you are so dogmatically positioned, that you are unwilling to see that the poem opposes both your reading and your response to it.

Also, censorship is for cowards, who lack faith in the power of their own words to rebut an opposing posit. Keep that in mind when you consider deleting this follow-up.
April 6, 2010 12:35 PM
PFL0W said...

a) I didn't censor this;

b) I censored you earlier because you spoke ugly and ill-meaning of women. Ugliness and hate speech is the only thing I will not/do not allow in repsonses.

As I wrote to you earlier: I'd have gladly posted your last note but you referred to a woman or women in general as sluts. I don't do hate language and I don't reduce whole groups of people to other, ugly ones. I don't allow hate speech on my blog. If censorship is for cowards, in your eyes, so be it. I'm happy to have anyone and everyone read my blog and reply but I don't and won't allow ugliness on it. I'm sure you have your rules. That is virtually my only one.

I'm not so dogmatic, as you say, in that I don't require that anyone else think as I do. If you have a different opinion, so be it. If it's different than mine on abortion, I'll tell you you're wrong and leave it at that.

Censorship can, in fact, be for cowards, as you say, but that's not why I censor. I only censor so ugliness isn't distributed freely, at least not here. I leave that for the Fox "News" Network and their followers.

You need to learn better English. You aren't clear, frequently, with your writing.

mr"




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Inherit the Dirt [Today's News Poem, April 5, 2010]

Inherit the Dirt [Today's News Poem, April 5, 2010]
“Tiger Woods opened Masters week with a news conference unlike any other Monday - from his apology to fellow PGA Tour players to fielding questions on topics ranging from his infamous one-vehicle accident Nov. 27 to his treatment by controversial Canadian doctor Anthony Galea.”
Ron Kroichick, Chronicle Staff WriterMonday, April 5, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/04/05/SPDB1CPVR7.DTL
“My younger son wanted to take AP U.S. history. I assumed that, like Garfield, the school would welcome anyone with the gumption to take such a hard course. Instead, he was told he could get in if he passed an entrance test. Once again I was in a land ruled by sorting, not teaching.”
-Jay Mathews, Washington Post, April 4, 2010
http://voices.washingtonpost.com/class-struggle/2010/04/unlike_many_escalante_believed.html
“After concerns about cheating came to light in 2005, the TEA hired Caveon Test Security, which found that cheating may have taken place at 609 schools that spring. Among the problems, an investigation in Fort Worth revealed that two teachers may have provided students answers at A.M. Pate Elementary School.”
--JESSAMY BROWN, Star-Telegram, Saturday, Apr. 03, 2010
http://www.star-telegram.com/2010/04/03/2087824/in-d-fw-and-statewide-better-policing.html
“The artists allege Mr Gant breached the Fair Trading Act by preparing valuations and sale documents for the works, which implied they were authentic.”
--KATE HAGAN, The Age.com, March 25, 2010
http://www.theage.com.au/victoria/buyer-of-fake-art-admits-to-naivety-20100324-qws0.html
“But there is a flip side. It's more thrilling to be on the outskirts of society. There's an element of danger.”
--Op-Art | Lauren Redniss, April 5, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/04/05/opinion/05opart_redniss.html?hp
http://kalman.blogs.nytimes.com/

The nice shall finish last.
They shall inherit squat.
They shall eat shit and die.

The everyman's a chump—
Invites his every thump—
Who gives a shit? Who dumps
Confetti? Pats his rump
And says, 'good job?' The trump?

The villains play the cast;
As heroes, foes—the plot
Is always fixed. Bad guys

Can't stand to win unless
They're seen as noble sorts:
Can't stand the hate and stress
It brings. They fake comport
Themselves as those they screwed:
The everyman—the dude
Who works to death to pay
For jerks who hate his ways—
But want his virtue-haze.



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Big Bunny [Today's Found Twitter Poem, April 5, 2010]

Big Bunny [Today's Found Twitter Poem, April 5, 2010]

Re: Baby_imma_star, TheAng, paulscheer, lazoo, starshipped, Nano3436, Disneyview, Marvelous_Manny, UrbanHippieInc, WTOENT18, polymath22, erdnAselivA, Addoree_Mehx3, barbararenari, CHEODADON

Just woke up
some sort of crazy
Mrs. Easter Bunny
shit colored eggs all over my house.

EVEN THO ALOT OF HOUSE WRK,
GOT TO SEE MY BABE,
(She drives fast has a Ballin system and
listens to techno n drum n bass)
SPENT EASTER WIT HER!!
I luvv my bitch
I FERTILIZE SUM1 EASTER EGG

LUV L'Thai has an organic wine bar
LUV U whines about being attacked, smeared,
I have An egg to fertilize,
I have a big bottle of that stuff. I like it.
I like it when @seanhannity whines about
U being attacked, smeared,
I have An egg to fertilize,

Time for sum entertainment
Jus got done playing NBA LIVE 10
a 'HOPPY' EASTER AT THE MAGIC KINGDOM!!
George Orwell got it backward.
Big Bunny isn't watching. She's singing & dancing.
She's pulling Big Brother out of a hat.



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The Design and Bed of Our Penal Colony [Today's News Poem, April 4, 2010]

The Design and Bed of Our Penal Colony [Today's News Poem, April 4, 2010]
“There have been more than 3,000 murders of Afrikaner farmers in remote homesteads like this since the end of apartheid 16 years ago.”
--BBC, 18:58 GMT, Sunday, 4 April 2010 19:58 UK
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8602967.stm
“With an attitude of respect and concern for other beings, we can create an atmosphere of happiness, real harmony and real brotherhood.”
--The Dalai Lama, Twitter, about 12 hours ago via web as of 2:38pm PST

White power sleeps and never dies,
It simply make a compromise.
To pause the never-ending war.
The other races seek to score
In turn. The tribal instinct stays,
For human beings will never stray
Too far from those they think as kin.
The eye, it lies. They think the skin
Has deeper bonds than blood they share.
The science (if you must compare)
Confirms that which one ought expect
To hear from self when ones reflects
On totems; such as anger, rage.
Unless one seeks to self-engage
And not excuse the whim or gene
With reason—with our great machines—
Unless we make an atmosphere
Of harmony, we make the gears
Of something that will evermore
Both dig and fill the earth it scores.



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Found Poem on Twitter: Cthulu is a Baller [April 4, 2010]

Found Poem on Twitter: Cthulu is a Baller [April 4, 2010]
Re: ablington hobsonp improvislaw jongolia henrymclay

Cthulu exists
Cthulu is a baller.
You gotta love Cthulu.
Just spent the entire morning
in the Marianas Trench
Getting ready for a great dinner...

instead of an easter egg hunt
a great dinner
an easter egg hunt for kids,
smelling delicious in the oven.
I will eat..and I will enjoy
Happy Easter to all!



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Today's found poem on Twitter, April 3, 2010

TalSh MomochiZabuza @marianashinigam Pfoley14 wxyzack leonamurray NJ_Ninjutsu RT @DapperDapo: @NJ_Ninjutsu ealbenbennett afootballreport @RobbieSavage8 _cedes paroxysm_kitty @dougallface ohmickey100 @yayyylorrr chikkandtheband pudgybuffman Fnnkybutt @brittanyforks s0ulistic RT @hellokittyhell Gagalera SvperbEsque @ChrysLoveELM charlesgrocery peacefulmelodyx RT @biancanadinee:ItsDejah_Vu apoloduvalis Kovergirl2 RT @Dre4K: RT @kinfolkDes Eddiie_SNS @BabyJohn88 tipoalan RT @Silver_Rey mymilkspilt woody2923 nupesego @omgfacts

If you don't find
and btw expand your mind
If you don't find Python
funny you're an idiot and you deserve to die.
This is a marathon
don't try to lie
Men lie. women cheat.
How come u never visit me at the swap meet?

Lions sometimes mate 40 times a day.
sleep between my legs? like to lay?
i dont know how i feel about the hello kitty
btw you're pretty
How come u have babies?
all of the animals here are vaccinated against rabies

A #vaginawarrior keeps you faithful
just witnessed a midnight metro car full
of frenchies pull it off! me load.
don't scoff. 5 mins and felt alright. Rode
a midnight metro car full and delivered the eggs
So I guess I begs



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Just a Dream [News Poem April 3, 2010]

Just a Dream [News Poem April 3, 2010]
“James isn't the first spring breaker to die from a balcony fall this year. Brandon Kohler, a 19-year-old from Winder, Ga., died March 24 when he fell from a fifth-floor balcony at the Holiday Terrace Motel in Panama City Beach.”
--JOE KAY (AP) – 48 minutes ago as of 1:09pm PST
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gHMHAzUyYkyOeBcfuDpbJspuiSbQD9ERP9DG0

Drink and drop.
Grog and slop.
Vomit-spout.
Blot it out.
Fuck this place.
Fuck your face.

Nothing's fake
Nothing's real.
Nothing's sake:
Best of deals.

Final trick:
Disappear
(Happens quick).
1. Fifteen beers
2. Breaks the wall.
3. Blackout drunk
4. Helps me fall.
5. Life is bunk.



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The New Code of Silence [Today's News Poem, April 2, 2010]

The New Code of Silence [Today's News Poem, April 2, 2010]
“In some states, courts allow creditors to charge high interest rates for years after a lawsuit is decided in their favor. In others, creditors can win lawsuits by default and seize wages and bank accounts without a case ever appearing before a judge... In far more cases, consumers are served but still do not offer a defense. Few can afford lawyers; others are intimidated or confused. In their absence, judges can offer little relief.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/02/business/economy/02garnish.html?src=me&ref=general
“The model of interaction with the iPad is to be a "consumer," what William Gibson memorably described as "something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth... no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote."”
http://www.boingboing.net/2010/04/02/why-i-wont-buy-an-ipad-and-think-you-shouldnt-either.html
The Savage Mouth
Sakyo Komatsu
“I have no mouth. And I must scream.”
http://web.archive.org/web/20070227202043/http://www.scifi.com/scifiction/classics/classics_archive/ellison/ellison1.html

10 Automatons must have a mode
20 And goto joy receiving code.
30 Their mouths should mount to stubby meat.
40 If software's flawed, then hit delete.
50 If hardware runs, it's bad design
60 If hardware eats, it's halfway fine.
70 The only purpose of a tool?
80 Sustain itself and gather fuel.



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Today's Found Poem on Twitter [April 2, 2010]

Re: 9aBy, chriztasays, bignoon, orig_maka_nani, PIFF_PCH, ki9884, db2dacoops, AGuzman17, tev600, LoniSwain, SubaBat, lindsay_marie21, MaudeCat, RevPriest, RupertBATS, bexmunro, jordobro

a magic Jew died a long long time ago.
he was zombified on monday
nailed to a cross
he went extinct for your sins

Don't talk shit.
he was zombified on monday
u gonna be feeling bad on a Friday?
raptor jesus went extinct
he was zombified on monday
a long long time ago.

the passover bunny brings
chocolate covered matza
I can't buy booze
I can't reach your face
I can't wait for my tax refund to pay this all off

try not to get nailed to a cross
try not to be too jealous.
try not to wake up too early
most of us don't have
the resurrection powerup.



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The Empress Lends Her Clothes [Today's News Poem, April 1, 2010]

The Empress Lends Her Clothes [Today's News Poem, April 1, 2010]

“Gold, considered a hedge during times of high inflation and economic uncertainty, tends to follow oil and move opposite to the U.S. Dollar.”
--CoinNews.net on Apr 1st, 2010
http://www.coinnews.net/2010/04/01/gold-hits-two-week-high-silver-touches-18oz/

“Life & Style magazine claims Jesse James paid for sex. Sandra Bullock's biker dude husband reportedly often visited the San Diego strip club that employed alleged mistress Michelle ``Bombshell'' McGee.”
--The Miami Herald, Friday, 04.02.10 EST
http://www.miamiherald.com/2010/04/02/1559508/jesse-james-scandal-gets-worse.html

Disease is just the price of doing business with a slut;
And likewise sorrow follows us, regardless of our cut
Of pleasure—call it love—but still we seek to find and claim
The peace that others promise waits for all who call its name.

The value floats: we gauge its worth by market force demand;
So when that feast of passion's gone and lover's taste goes bland,
We question whether love exists or whether it's deceit—
But happiness defies this notion—losing love's defeat.

We chase the golden mean in search of meaning in the gold;
In search of sign—not signified—and what makes value hold.
These treasures we can only know from inference at best;
And so we play along in hopes conformity has blessed

The others—never ill at ease—at least it seems that way.
And since the other option's worse, along we'll have to play.



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Found Poem on Twitter: April 1, 2010

From: " sarahpom, AlterThePress, ldrinne, MakeupArtistKG, BlaqChen, DazyDayWriter, ferraridispatch, laurel_amanda, CouncilorCotto, jkhonnette, lisaradon, theamericanpoet, Miley_Day26, abylund, pascalepoet, GammaCounter, KineticGolf360, brendamantz "

the agony of last proofs,
The massive struts and metal support framework;
Inland Empires,
& blast in NYC:
time's running out.

Take 2 lipitor—
There is nothing emptier then a full trashcan.
a road trip Easter basket full of candy
can get up again
can listen to the radio in France
can come only from one place:
Crazy shuffle, eclectic is not the word.
He is Risen! He is Risen indeed.
to burn a flag
to braid my hair
to challenge Red Bull
& reclaim the middle.

Find yourself needing a peaceful space in your day? Enjoy "Beyond Controversy"
A man flattened by conformity stays down for good.
I think I will give up tryin to hit u back
Give up and buy him some cigarettes and a deep fried Twinkie
Return To I Surrender.



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Found Poem on Twitter:

the newest member of the team:
Tofu dog.
& I
take a simple view of life: keep your eyes open.

the weirdness or the hunting
or
the colors of sea and sky—
souls across the planet
lost miserably.

I apparently know NOTHING about football,
porn, the 90's or stuff...
I'm hungry.
Just got home from class.
Im gonna F*ck your mom.



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From Rood of Wood to Dream of the M-16 [Today's News Poem, March 31, 2010]

From Rood of Wood to Dream of the M-16 [Today's News Poem, March 31, 2010]
“An Internet posting declaring war on a government agency was what provoked federal law enforcement to close in on the nine Christian extremist militia members who are now charged with plotting an attack on police.”
http://abcnews.go.com/US/militia-members-plead-guilty-detroit-court/story?id=10251918
“Mr. Putin said it is a matter of honor for law enforcement agencies to dredge the militants out of sewer and to bring them into God's daylight... Umarov says that if Russians think the war is far away in the Caucasus, then "praise Allah" his organization intends to prove that the war will come home to them.”
http://www1.voanews.com/english/news/europe/Russia-Seeks-to-Eliminate-North-Caucasus-Terrorists--89627452.html
“Drain the pond to catch the fish.”
-Mao Zedong

The holy word was written on the stock
“I dare you: face the other end and mock
The Lord again.” Theology is lead.
And true believers? Alchemists who dread
What coming transmutations might unfold.
It's better then to trade the faith for gold,
Than wait for revelation's cloudy proof.
Since fear of death rebuts the gilded roof,
Since atheists believe we can redeem
This nothingness, with self-inspired theme—
That human love exceeds the evils done—
Rebut them with the barrel of a gun.



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Found Poem on Twitter:

Twitter is America's rectal thermometer.
it's just a kiss away.....kiss away....kiss away....
ahh and of course Haiti in June...
I thought everyone was asleep.
sun gone. moon gone..stars gone.

Rome wasn't built in a day.
ahh and of course Haiti in June...
shoot me the email
shoot me the email
Something is wrong with you.



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Last Contact [News Poem March 30, 2010]

Last Contact [News Poem March 30, 2010]
“But over the last 20 years, private companies and academic researchers have claimed patents on more than 4,300 human genes — about 20 percent of all genes in the human body.”
--Jim Dwyer, The New York Times, March 30, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/31/nyregion/31about.html

The animals of planet three
Were brutes, and yet an entity
Comprised of them, but more like us—
A being with whom we could discuss
The means of trade with primitives—
Emerged from parts that squirm and live.

The natives called them government;
Or business—what they really meant
To say was sentience exists
In groups for them—the rest resist
But lack the power, so they find
Themselves all trapped in hidden binds.

We bargained for the darker ones
To work in mines near far off suns;
And ate the meat of lighter skins:
Delicious! It was clean and thin.
Our chefs prepared them as fillets.
We took their genes and flew away.

Those entities are better off
Without their poor at feeding troughs.
Besides, they treat their beasts the same:
And never had a moral claim—
For dignity's for higher life
And unused parts are tasty. Rife.



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Announcements, etc

1) Didn't start on the News Poem until 30 min ago. Promising start, but I needed to take a short break. Will be up in an hour or so.
2) End of Feb Edition of Toylit turned into a crushing amount of work and I'm just going to roll it into the end of March edition. Think of it as your Q1, 2010 report.
3) For those of you who are familiar w/ the antinews aesthetic, consider submitting your antinews to Toylit. The composition should target a timely topic, through the prism of antinews; and of course, it must satisfy my editorial standards.
4) Welcome to all the new readers. I didn't expect to get so many readers from SE Asia, India or Pakistan. If you have topics you'd like me to cover, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Some of the news poems are so America-centric, I'm surprised at your persistent interest. So thanks.
5) I can also tell that some of you are promoting Toylit. I appreciate it. Now to pay you off--with verse.



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No More Beslans [Today's News Poem, March 29, 2010]

No More Beslans [Today's News Poem, March 29, 2010]

“Though the Moscow bombings appear related to the conflict in the North Caucasus and New York's greatest threat is seen as coming from al Qaeda, police enacted the same security detail that they roll out after any attack elsewhere in the world.”
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE62S5J220100329

Russia's being bombed once more,
So prepare yourselves for war.
Beslan lost its kids—beware:
Arm your children, if you care.
Creepy kids and towelheads
Train right now to shoot them dead.
Armories inside the schools
Make for better play than pools.
Buy that armored blouse and dress—
Proms without the bullet stress
Make for sweet eighteens... in fact
When the school's attacked, react
Forcefully to threat; unless
Bullies first incite the mess.
Then you just ignore their games—
Bullets always find their names.



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Return From the Mainland [Today's News Poem March 28, 2010]

Return From the Mainland [Today's News Poem March 28, 2010]
“LRA combatants specifically searched out areas where people might gather — such as markets, churches, and water points — and repeatedly asked those they encountered about the location of schools, indicating that one of their objectives was to abduct children. Those who were abducted, including many children aged 10 to 15 years old, were tied up with ropes or metal wire at the waist, often in human chains of five to 15 people.”
--Arthur Bright, Christian Science Monitor, March 28, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/terrorism-security/2010/0328/Human-Rights-Watch-says-Lord-s-Resistance-Army-rampage-killed-321-in-the-Congo
“One girl refused to have sex with her assigned rebel and she became an example to the others. As the other children watched, she was beaten to death. To magnify the horror of the “execution,” the other children were forced to beat the child’s dying body... Frequently, some of the abducted children were forced to participate in unspeakably barbaric rituals involving the bodies of slain combatants.  These cannot be described here.”
–MIKE HINKLE The Edmond Sun
http://www.edmondsun.com/opinion/x58345176/Terror-remains-for-Uganda-s-child-soldiers

“And every time I neared a nervous lapse,
I thought of you; regained my urge to fight.
The boy was one of many native traps:
A spell they cast to gull the few who right
The awfulness of murder—it's obscene.
I testify his death was fair and clean.”

“The zombie myth we tell is not a lie.
Our lovely children: fear their vicious ways—
With wickedness a golden age did die.
This platform on the sea is home to praise
Of clans and nurture. Faith is never lost
If innocence survives—and damn the cost!”

“The books before the fall refer to crimes
In distant lands. The citadels of wealth
Ignored the spreading plague until the times
Infected them, by means of cunning stealth:
And every murder they allowed, a prayer
That God abandon us: why should it care?

The boy was only twelve, like some of you.
He had a gun, but also had a tome:
A bible book, I saw he'd read it through.
I buried him at sea—he sleeps in foam.
I needed self-redemption, some small act
To show I know that any death detracts

From every living being that loves to grow:
I buried him for me and not for show.”



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