LPiA-25 Nov. 8

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 8
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by a Conspiracy Theory 
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[Todd]

Legend

I don’t use satellites,
unseen eyes to set my path.
I unfold a map like my father before me,
the true shape of the world.

Then there’s the truth
missing from the lines,
hidden between the creases.
He said borders pretend
to follow rivers and peaks,
but the mapmakers reshape them to lie.

Greenland enlarged.
Africa reduced.

Topology is control.
If you can be made
to deny what your eyes see
then they can spin
the world to suit them.

My father fell off the edge
of the world,
and I folded myself
into his absence.

[Weeded]

Legend

I don’t use satellites,
unseen eyes to set my path.
I unfold a map like my father before me,
the true shape of the world.

Then there’s the truth
missing from the lines,
hidden between the creases.
He said borders pretend
to follow rivers and peaks,
but the mapmakers reshape them to lie.

Greenland enlarged.
Africa reduced.

Topology is control.
If you can be made
to deny what your eyes see
then they can spin
the world to suit them.

My father fell off the edge
of the world,
and I folded myself
into his absence.

whew, really gettin dialed in Todd
thanks for the read

[Todd]

whew, really gettin dialed in Todd
thanks for the read

Thanks, Mike. It's been fun writing again.

[CRNDLSM]

National poetry month
Was created as a front
To popularize a mass
Produced thought regulator
Like a blitzkrieg on the minds
Of proud intellectuals
To incapacitate them
And subdue them another year

[dukealien]

Lower Criticism


The story’s quite a work of art,
some say the greatest ever told
as Machiavellian as one
could wish to stand the test of time
and yet–

in light of Occam’s Razor might
we theorize that useful parts
accreted: motives, silver paid
by now-opposed authorities
to set

up Jewish priests as villainous...
but Judas peaching straight to Rome
from private motives, all alone,
Sanhedrin uninvolved’s the way
to bet.

[busker]

Legend

I don’t use satellites,
unseen eyes to set my path.
I unfold a map like my father before me,
the true shape of the world.

Then there’s the truth
missing from the lines,
hidden between the creases.
He said borders pretend
to follow rivers and peaks,
but the mapmakers reshape them to lie.

Greenland enlarged.
Africa reduced.

Topology is control.
If you can be made
to deny what your eyes see
then they can spin
the world to suit them.

My father fell off the edge
of the world,
and I folded myself
into his absence.

Wow!!!

---

History doesn't exist, it was made up
by the illuminati to rule over us
since the days of Tacitus.
If you want to get rich, read up

my book. Nothing useful's taught in school,
such as how to make money in real estate
or crypto, and so you remain a fool
working for a tool like Bill Gates

who likes the Hottentot and moor,
spewing hatred. Pandering to the the African.
What's so great about being poor?
They're just useful idiots for the Vatican

It's a big conspiracy under the sun,
but one man can get us out of it -
only one.

[rowens]

Muck Lotus

The Surface reflects World Affairs:
School Shootings, Geopolitics,
(Personal Sadness the only Edge of Degree),
Identity Duplicity, AI, . . .
swervingly swayed from
the hidden laboratory under the Site.

[RiverNotch]

Theoria is the goal, praktikos the mode
by which the goal is reached, to be active is to bow
so low and so long your forehead gets caked
with dust like the floor to the side of your bed,
your lungs begin to drown in their own milky fluids,
your stomach burns, your young knees buckle,
and your soul rises pure---the darkness envelops
ready to respond to genithito fos---

only, of course, your beard is too long,
your skin is too brown, your houses that have stood
five times the age of their country too old,
too better-off-bombed, your religion too Heathen,
your tendency to think before you speak too Christian,
and, worst of all, your Jesus is a Jew.

[Keith]

Breakfast with Elvis

Let me tell ya a thing
bout Johnny be good
there's no log cabin
and it ain't made of wood

I didn't poke salad Annie
its your suspicious minds
some folk say you're the
Devil in disguise.

There want no party at the county jail
its just the FEMA shaking their tail.

[MidaPoems]

Illuminating illuminati.

The watching eye,
Hidden in a triangle 
Of doom.

Rich and powerful,
Control their audience.

To rule -
Yet we never know
They have power,
They haven't shown.

So make friends,
not enemies.
It's the eye
that encloses 
All it 
sees.