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One Hundred Poems, Volume IX
One Hundred Poems, Volume IX
One Hundred Poems, Volume IX
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One hundred poems, one poem written a day, a simple concept to follow through. In more ways than just one it is almost like writing a diary. Something happens in the world at large and I cannot help but to write something down as a response, and at other times it is just life in its all mundanity. A poet’s way of distilling a single day into a few lines to be remembered through aeons. A lot has happened and most of it already feels like something a life time ago. Thus without further adieu, I present you these one hundred poems.

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

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTuomas Vainio
Release dateMay 1, 2017
ISBN9781370409235
One Hundred Poems, Volume IX
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Tuomas Vainio

I write, I read, and the typos are still there. It is the crux of my life. Anyhow, my published works should not be overpriced and in some outlets you might be even able to set your own price!

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    One Hundred Poems, Volume IX - Tuomas Vainio

    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

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