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    One Hundred Poems, Volume IX

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    One Hundred Poems

      Volume IX

      Tuomas Vainio

      One Hundred Poems, Volume IX. Copyright ? 2017 Tuomas Vainio.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without a written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Please contact the author at [email protected]

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Thank you for downloading this ebook. This book remains the copyrighted property of

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      Discover other titles by Tuomas Vainio:

      Heart of Ceres (Science Fiction)

      One Hundred Poems Vol I-VIII (Poetry)

      Skull of Oghren (Fantasy)

      Table of Contents

      The sound of loneliness

      An oppressive country

      Avoiding a thing?

      Cowardice of Scottish newspapers

      Golden Showers

      'Hate speech'

      Final Fantasy XV

      Cunt

      Back to work?

      Moment of pessimism?

      Brexit?

      'Two European Leaders'

      The day many have dreaded?

      How did that song go again?

      "#WomensMarch"

      Gender Marxists

      Despicable behaviour

      White river

      Reform or revolution

      Generic villain species (For a science fiction novel)

      Suspended from Twitter

      Election promises

      'He will not divide us'

      Sleep rhythm

      Pretence of love and fake news

      Reeeee!

      Berkeley riot

      Salt of the internet

      Blink

      Just thoughts of today?

      Bleeding-heart liberal

      Soul-selling conservative

      Where are the jokes?

      Eiffel Wall

      Sweden's Feminist Government

      'Dear White People'

      Politics in comics done right?

      Lego Batman

      Thy name comes from hypocrisy

      #PewDiePieDidNothingWrong

      A meaningless word in ten years

      It begins anew?

      Trump 2020

      300 Russian hackers? To sort emails? REALLY?

      Trenches of a culture war

      So much for that peace

      Nothing but fake news

      Future Filtered

      A thing about free speech

      John Wick: Chapter 2

      I'm sexy

      A poem about online polls

      Lone wanderer

      Trump's "thin skin"

      European union silences any dissent

      Slush

      The age of walls

      A touch of madness (For a science fiction novel)

      Two five year old friends

      Half a moon

      Those men of ill intends

      After a snowfall

      Yet another '#' about women in the west?

      Vault7

      How could you not love humanity?

      And a novel draws to a close?

      Toothpaste

      Power of repetition

      On a distant world (For a science fiction novel)

      Dutch Election Results

      The radical left and garbage bins

      Faces of Andromeda

      That topic that escapes me mind

      Cover songs

      Go ahead, make my day?

      Some tears of joy

      The world that wasn't

      Art is not fit to stand among STEM fields

      Almost done?

      With headlines like these

      Iron Fist and its reviews

      Old media's war on the new

      Summertime madness

      Brexit Day

      Speech at the wall (For a fantasy novel)

      A society of ropes and canes

      So tired

      Ghost in the Shell

      The last multicultural empire of old Europe

      Distrust

      Winter is dead, so long live the spring

      The horrors of Syria

      I spat on the back of a flying seagull

      About recent events in Sweden

      Vote

      Sleep?

      No need for broadcasting licenses

      Life is strange (For a science fiction novel)

      Loneliness is bad for the economy

      900

      The sound of loneliness

      The house sounds so empty,

      Every second feels like twenty,

      And it is a day just like any,

      But I would not wish for many,

      Because loneliness is heavy,

      Unseen force that is truly scary,

      The hardest burden to carry,

      Blinded within any great library,

      It is an impossible adversary,

      And there is no hope of sanctuary,

      As an experience unnecessary,

      It is a foul curse to become solitary,

      Its horror may remain imaginary,

      Until finally thrust upon involuntarily.

      An oppressive country

      Do you know what lies underneath the snow,

      Is it dirt and stones or plants ready to grow,

      Just biding time with temperature low,

      Waiting for the spring sun's glow,

      But days pass ever so slow.

      Imagine if a mere opinion gets you killed,

      Then silence alone makes you gilled,

      But you are never truly thrilled,

      As reality lies unfulfilled,

      Yet truth gets instilled.

      The pressure remains ever growing,

      With a rate that is never slowing,

      But without strength showing,

      You will not see elbowing,

      But it is still ongoing.

      Thus on one day barriers break,

      It will seem a massive shake,

      But if you had been awake,

      It is not much of a quake,

      And world is less fake.

      Avoiding a thing?

      And here I am slacking off once more,

      Editing my poems feels like a chore,

      So things remain in my drawer,

      Perhaps for a day or four,

      Not a moment before.

      Cowardice of Scottish newspapers

      Are they addressing issues or doing honest reporting?

      No, they have chosen the path unsporting,

      One of dangerous courting,

      And self thwarting.

      A man online spoke views they did not exactly fancy,

      Ones that I do not even find slightly dandy,

      Yet the newspapers did something nasty,

      Perhaps in hopes of a headline flashy,

      They revealed his address and panty,

      Throwing him at mercy of vigilante,

      With no mercy granted to his family.

      And yes, this was just an attempt to deny credibility,

      One born out of pure bigotry of mental senility,

      It doesn't matter if views lack agree-ability,

      If this man becomes a victim of hostility,

      By granting him the victim's legibility,

    >   You absolve him of any culpability,

      You have increased his audibility.

      It really is a sorry state with our far right and far left,

      Because neither side is actually acting deft,

      As bigotry blinds them from bereft,

      It is each other they heft.

      > It is only a matter of time?

      > Until the far right answers in kind?

      > And reveals reporter home addresses online.

      Golden Showers

      Someone on the chan boards has claimed credit,

      And that is unsurprisingly all it takes to discredit,

      Whatever was previously pushed out by the media,

      As their mistakes already fill an entire encyclopedia.

      And if you ask me; Trump can sleep in tubs of uremia,

      It is not that odd if you recall one victim of ophidia,

      Perhaps some are now furiously typing a new edit,

      But it is too late, this nonsense is their only credit.

      'Hate speech'

      Few days yet ago another man was put on a trial,

      For a reason as nonsensical as it is vile,

      Because some words might rile,

      There is a need for a spile,

      So pretentious twats could smile,

      Abuse power just for a moment while,

      Before they are pushed aside by the electoral dial.

      Huge headlines about tears shed before the court,

      A lurid example of how they comport,

      Without a single thought to abort,

      They think winning a sport,

      With attempts to distort,

      To deny any support,

      When their report,

      Fell ever so short.

      It is the same song,

      And the tune isn't wrong?

      There are so many things to loathe,

      But I simply cannot stand the stains on your clothe.

      Final Fantasy XV

      She bought a video game,

      I mocked it a boy band simulator,

      She lacked the time to tame,

      And it was left behind to be finished later,

      Thus as I stare at boredom's flame,

      And I cannot give it a spin out of being a hater,

      Perhaps you might consider it a shame,

      But I will stand behind this conviction far greater,

      Because liking it would make me quite lame,

      I would rather stick my head into a maw of an alligator,

      Than admit ever playing it to my dearest dame.

      Cunt

      > To me it is a word kindergarten kids shout to one and the other?

      While some say it is the most offensive word in the English language,

      And that fact grants me an opportunity rather sanguine,

      One I cannot help but to take advantage.

      So?

      I find you a colossal cunt,

      And you might think me blunt,

      For tossing out such a verbal stunt,

      And your anger might be beyond shunt,

      Blowing full steam while ready to confront,

      For daring to use that word
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