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One Hundred Poems, Volume IX
One Hundred Poems

Volume IX

Tuomas Vainio

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Table of Contents

The sound of loneliness

An oppressive country

Avoiding a thing?

Cowardice of Scottish newspapers

Golden Showers

'Hate speech'

Final Fantasy XV


Back to work?

Moment of pessimism?


'Two European Leaders'

The day many have dreaded?

How did that song go again?


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


Berkeley riot

Salt of the internet


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


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


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?


How could you not love humanity?

And a novel draws to a close?


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


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



No need for broadcasting licenses

Life is strange (For a science fiction novel)

Loneliness is bad for the economy


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.


> 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.


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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