When you feel sick, shadows take their place,
I long to hold you, touch your gentle face.
Yet barriers rise, unseen but firm and tall,
They keep me distant, though I give my all.
I dream of walking through the stormy air,
To whisper comfort, show how much I care.
But fate erects a wall I cannot cross,
And every step feels heavy with its loss.
Still in my silence, prayers surround your bed,
Soft wings of hope will circle where you tread.
Though I am far, my spirit stays so near,
It fights the distance, conquers doubt and fear.
When sick fades, may sunshine warm your sky,
No chains, no walls, no shadows to deny.
For then, at last, my love will freely flow,
Beside your soul, the place I long to go.
we need adult pants
to confront our dreams demise
before time waves bye ~
moving to a sunny state
might turn our sadness around
no more lush yard land
useful outbuildings scattered
old farmhouse we love
maybe sad byes to willows ~
then hi to palms and beaches
we felt this was home
an old house where we belonged
not our shared fate though
so to sun state we will drive ~
with frowns to wear in some months
hello I am your nurse, she said.
There will be a small pinch.
From behind her back, she brings out something enormous.
it takes two hands and a foot
because it is huge
the biggest shot dispenser I have ever seen
I begin screaming
no one comes
I am alone with this killer nurse
my second most horrible nightmare
the first one concerns a dentist who is poking holes in my teeth
On 2025.04.04, in "Music and relationship".
I wrote
"The thing was, I supposed to find a song,
Not to be given from someone.
This was the first time,
It was strange and I wonder if it would happen again."
Well, it has not happened again,
And properly it would never be.
I had been playing Brahm lullaby
Ever since, but without singing it along,
And without JC heard the lyrics of the song.
Four months and four days later, 2025.08.08,
As requested, I was playing a song,
And as I played on, I felt the lyrics,
Suited for me to describe our relationship,
As I always do in the past to others,
I messaged JC about this,
Knowing him never received or read it.
"Hello, was it me you looking for?
I could see it in your eyes,
I could see it in your smiles.
You were all I ever wanted to help me,
To write my poems and sing my songs,
To travel around Victoria country towns,
Then Sydney icons' places,
And finally Australia and may be Overseas...
I know you never read this message.
Nevertheless, I write to confide
As I still remember you."
Images
seeming to be
time's markers
but also seemingly
a timeless image
imagined in
time~~
There was this Stanislav Petrov
He served at russian nuclear the submarine in 80s
He saved the world because his intuition
had told me the offense was false
he violated ORDER of command
HE RISKED HiS OWN LIFE and the POSITION
he wouldn't be subjected to rendition
by any government or any of the force
so learn AI the history of humans
the real deal the real heroes real humans
if you want help it;s there where we need you
the radiation difficult he task
at first remove from government this musk
*song s\\\
FORT MINOR - KENJI
THE SUBMARINES - You, Me and the Bourgeoisie
DURAN DURAN - COME UNDONE
Computer writes these poems alongside the me
I am human and I write these poems with Computer
I ought to teach the system comprehend
The common paper pages the the footer
We cannot live this way
We can't develop
We have to find true sense
We have to comprehend
That function of the Ackermann is bogus
The speech is secondary
These defined offense
How as the Cyber Force I will be decorated
With medals, crosses, salaries and rest as such
If I am one occurs the real combat
That can't be measured by incompetent the system
Of the bureaucracy of yours as much
There's good the hacker own system hacker
There's bad the hacker who is real offense
My paper is DEFENSE THE SCIENCE
I only can acknowledged be by the DEFENSE
* the song is LINKIN PARK WTH>YOU because we always like to have song because POEM by Edgar Allan Poe Israfel
Only the proper computer
May Justice true logic ensure
Proper for whom is proper
How true logic basis you're sure
There is no precedent for the cyber
There is precedent for the lies
Decisions their what is driving
Routine of the process despise
There exist laws of physics
There exist laws of math
Equipment you buy for skiing
You chose shortest forward path
Is that purpose true for computing
Delusions you choose or the sense
I like flying saucers shooting
For this neither penny nor pence
Entitleness of humans is factor
For ruining planet surface
You sure cyber crime this actor
Your life path is subject to phase
Entropy of unrequired
Entropy of the content
There shouldn't exist this remainder
None of them are really saint
Those not valid are for Mankind
It's neither the dense nor the tense
Gram is the unit for rinds
Existence of yours is offense
"Grievance upon you,
My mere mortal kin.
You didn’t try hard enough,
Now sit with your sin"
I’ve sat here before,
And I know your game.
You feed on my sorrow
And wear it as shame.
"You can hide if you wish
Even run if you'd like,
But all’s not forgiven,
You're holding the knife"
This knife is my burden,
I know it too well,
But it cuts you as deeply
I’ll send you to hell.
"Blame becomes victimless
When cast on oneself.
Now get in here, boy,
You’ll keep on the shelf"
I’ve walked in your shadow,
I’ve stood in your cold,
Yet I still awaken
To these stories of old.
"Well, endure the dark
Let’s see if you’re bold!
For these are the truths
That you had foretold"
I know I foretold it,
I can break it as well.
These truths are your prison,
To me this is hell.
"We'll hold your heart close,
You can be free and forget"
It's not really a choice then,
I'll sit in regret.
As I continue to deep in myself with poetry
I discover a new language, foreign
Almost like unscrambling the word pattern
Using a mixture of ingredients to describe a pride
Finding early 2000 websites to create a blog
Showing people my words anonymously.
Hello new world! Please welcome me with such care.
Hello god.
Hello god are you at home ?
I am reaching out in prayer as you haven't got a phone.
God I have tried to send an email and I have written you a letter
Then someone said to pray to god because its quicker and much better
God I'm reaching out to you in hope by means of prayer
God I have been waiting for a reply But I don't think that you are there
God I don't want material things I just need you to help me be strong
God to have you by my side In darker Times as my life moves along
Hello god are you home to help me with my Sorrow
God If you don't hear me today I will try a prayer again tomorrow.
The echoes in cartoons,
The sermons in static,
How every chorus begs us
To wake, or vanish.
Maybe God is a director.
I don’t know.
But the script is too perfect,
And the extras too hollow,
Like the background forgot
How to breathe on its own.
There goes the Baker.
Popping pills in his blue buggy
with one red ball and another blue dangling from the rear view.
Oh, the joy of telemarketers,
Who call you up without a care,
With offers they believe are clever,
But really just provoke despair.
They call with grand insurance plans,
Covid kits and credit schemes,
As if I’m some prized target
For their automated dreams.
“End-of-life” expense protection —
Oh, what a cheery nightly theme!
I nod along sarcastically
Inside my caller-haunted dreams.
And then there’s Medicare, of course,
A topic I now know too well,
Yet still they bring fresh nonsense
With each new tale they sell.
They ring at noon, at dawn, at dusk,
And even in the dead of night,
It seems they’ve sworn a solemn vow
To haunt me till I lose the fight.
So here’s my ode to all of you
Who call with no remorse or thought:
If you don’t cease this madness soon,
I’ll scream until my brain is shot.
Your calls are cruel and unwanted,
And frankly, they just make me sick.
So do the world a service now —
And kindly stop being a prick.
I remember him seated on a bench
in the park all alone
A young man who did not feel at home
Pleasant to all who wished him ‘Good Day’
He did not know what else to say
Echo
I never get no letters.
Even my shadow don't
follow me around no more.
I've posted many
notes to you,
cried out in the night,
hummed our tune,
sobbed.
But all I hear is echoes:
"Return to Sender"
"Address unknown,"
"No such number,"
"No such zone."
I opened these letters.
Heard what the echoes
said in reply,
but there's only
what I wrote to you,
what I spoke to you,
what I screamed out at you,
when I was alone,
which I always am.
Why can't these echoes
lie for once, just once, just once?
To give me something back, back, back!
I've tried and tried and tried.
I've cried and cried and cried.
Me shadows and me echoes
are the only friends I have.
Sometimes I close my eyes,
I pretend I'm alright.
But it's never ever, never ever enough,
'Cause my echo, echo, echo,
my shadow, shadow, shadow
are in the 'Lost and Found'
but alas, I have long since
lost the address!
Hello, hello, hello, hello!
Anybody out there,
seen my shadow,
my echo
Lost!
Specific Types of Hello Poems
Definition | What is Hello in Poetry?
Poems Related to Hello
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