Strange Web Site
Was sitting today
at my computer.
as greatly learning
from a tutor.
So much
fun on facebook.
quite time
in my little
computer nook.
I was commenting
with some
silly friends.
had to stop and wipe
my glasses lens.
I clicked
my mouse
again and again
gazed at that
dirty sereen.
It was displaying
slanted words but
ever so bright and
so keen.
Up popped
a link to
another sight
It viewed a huge
gray key.
old friends appeared
that had long ago
passed away that
I though left me.
There's my grandmaw
smiling on her profile
page.
She grinning big as if on
a theater stage.
Big bold
letters in
dark blue and white.
I nearly fell of
my chair in
a fright.
It said in giant letters
instead of FACEBOOK
It blazed bright blue of
PASTLOOKBOOK
Well I scratched
my head
as I thought they
all were past and
dead.
Clicked my mouse
and there he was
Dad photos fishing
with Uncle Ned.
This was such a shock
cause he died when
the lawn mower hit him
five years ago
in the head with a rock.
Well this was something
to see
Well I dropped
to pray on one knee.
If this is true
my scruples
I'd lost or thew.
Then I awoke
in my computer chair
with my messed up
gray shiney hair.
My pup licked my
hand.
FACEBOOK words
to see again a welcome
sight so grand.
So If you click your
mouse just one to many times
beware of a ghostly view,
Past friends and realatives
could be waiting to visit with you.
On PASTLOOKBOOK
that strange web site,
Boooooooo.
Linda Terrell
November 2009
My motto as an artist and poet
When CREATIVITY is the lock.
It is sometimes within as solid
as a rock.
IMAGINATION is the only key.
to unlock it ever so freely.
One with out the other,
one can go no further.
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