I can't reason my sadness today
I find it overwhelming
Diverting my attention
doesn't offer great help
I try hard to laugh
but I fear I might break down
Something in me is uneasy
Something keeps shattering
Hopes have repeatedly broken
Efforts have turned futile
the world's point of view
doesn't match mine
I might have run miles
but none in their eyes
Something in me fails everyday
Something feels broken
Backups are now priorities
Pointless things feel logical
I'd appreciate being left
alone for endless hours
but I fear losing everyone
I should be grateful for
Something in me is unsettling
Something feels lost
The sun closes her eyes, and I must close mine, this time,
but my breaking blood-brain barrier bids otherwise.
Another long night bodes foreboding in this light.
Forbidden thoughts seep deep from blood to brain.
I must fight, again, another tormenting night.
Earth's most frightening repetitive
cycle
plays on repeat as I try to cycle through
my backups to no avail, leaving no choice.
Swallowed by every detail of distress, I wait.
I await the end of another night laced with fear -
packed with pills meant to sedate me, but never did,
I waste away, waiting for the sun to open her eyes once again
TERMINATION
I never imagined that I’d be back at school
Retired from work, yet I’m no longer a kid
But all modern media has caught me out
That flicking and tapping makes me pout
For all the wrong reasons I’m off the grid
Some youths think a dumb phone is cool
I signed up for an evening new media class
You’d think there would be many like me
But the tutor could still be in her late teens
Pupils all young, one old, no in-betweens
But at least this course is offered for free
Although my techie competence is a farce
It’s start of the term in early September
I’m sticking out here like a sore thumb
I guess for these kids it is extra curricular
I want to learn to send texts in particular
And all this tech makes me look so dumb
But hope some of this stuff I will remember
You see I come from an older generation
Binary code and the odd punched card
Giant mainframes and spinning tapes
Regular backups, so nothing escapes
But which way to swipe for me is hard
Until that bright day I’m on probation
Every song has a story under our big sun
Our song we sing forevermore from since a note begun
Let us roar from our core, powerful with might
Mighty might with delight for others to unite
Singing songs in sarongs to step a little dance
If people do not join with us they are in a trance
As a song is great to hear so never should prolong
A happy, hearty healthy party for the greatest song...
Dogs may join to sing our song with an upright tail
Holding notes are the goats behind them is a snail
Who wants in to harmonise the butterflies and bees
The lyrebird will sing our songs in minor, major keys...
The kangaroo will hop along to our vocal beat
Backups with rosellas and famous lorrikeet
Dolphins clicks singing tricks whilst whales do there thing
Overlapping with some rapping funky fusion fing...
Songs are for the people and for the animals
Everybody sings our songs even cannibals
We need to sing our song right now, We’ll sing it high and low
C’mon baby sing the song Oh ! Oh !! Oh!!!
Funky fusion fing...
Minor major keys...
For The greatest song...
For The greatest song...
For The greatest song...
For The greatest song
NO CRUSHING, LET'S IGNITE
(LOVE)
The same way every year
Shoes strips slightly away
A hole we're meant to cover
The Harmony in my solo witter
It's bitter, to dance lonely,
It's better to dance lovely
We sing dulcetly but differently
without backups
Why should we wait for morn to break,
While we cast blushed glances
on each others in every darkened nights?
Hey! This our voices must merge
Our shoes should step together in array
A dance, a hole shouldn't be blank
A sweet love song must usher us with a cup of cold ice-cream in the nights of Valentine somewhere at an outskirt.
We've fallen in the same sea of feelings
So we can still jet-land into another city of undiluted ecstasy of love.
Our love will live even in greyish hair.
'Natural love always avail itself, let's kick it ON'
©Gideon i Tukuna
Hacked off
Somebody hacked my poetry page
Shut down my account
I don’t feel anger don’t feel rage
I’ve backups all about
I just feel sorry for this act
And the comments that are gone
But Robert Broadbent will be back
And my poems will live on!
Etceteras!
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Hey, she's alive!
Yeah! She survived!
All day learning,
CD burning.
Etcetera!
Etcetera!
Etcetera!
Images fill
80 GIG drive:
Art. Trees. Sun. Mills.
But NO bee hives.
Etcetera!
Etcetera!
Etcetera!
Written words pack
The other one.
Creation facts
Poetic Fun.
Etcetera!
Etcetera!
Her patience won!
Today, she'll strive.
Poem updates.
Triplicates thrive.
New backups wait!
Etcetera!
Etcetera!
Etcetera!
This is a sequel to Technology Complaints
Technology Complaints
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Loosing word files really rattles my brain.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane.
I try and I try to put things in place.
Still, somehow, they get lost in cyberspace.
Computer crashes bring on mental pain.
It seems like progress will not be obtained.
As I find, sort, and copy transferred files.
My gray matter is soon stretched out for miles.
Floppies, CD s, re-write-able, or not
Duplicates, triplicates backups and LOST!
Pop-up warnings, my cork is getting hot.
Steam from my ears might escape, angers cost.
Drats, drats, and double drats! I've flipped my lid!
Did you hear the loud POP? No, it's not wine.
In the middle of the night, fingers skid.
Up and down the keyboard, whine, whine, and whine!
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