BEEP
( Dedicated Sleep and sounding Praise)
As you sleep resting in the arms of our Father
His breath flowing through you
Your sweet eyes closed As your eyes your pupils Rapidly follow Heaven's colors
Beep it's not a horn noise
It's the sound of praises
BEAUTIFUL
Elegant
Emergence
Purposeful
My amour
Sleeps elegant sweet my darling daughter
of the most high rest and sleep
Father may I caress her spirit man
Hold her soft voice
May I pray she stays covered
Beep not a horn noise
It's love purposed
And quietly say I love your words
Your angelic voice....singing to the Father
Sleep baby sleep
Beep, Beep
Beep, beep, a world of sound,
where silence used to reign,
machines hum through the busy streets,
a soft electric strain.
The city pulses bright,
with lights that never sleep,
and in this rush of endless noise,
I hear a simple beep.
Beep, beep, the signal calls,
a rhythm sharp and clear,
like echoes of the modern heart,
that beat without a tear.
Yet somewhere in the din,
I dream of whispered skies,
where stars still speak in quiet tones,
and love in soft replies.
Beep, beep, the world goes on,
but I will pause and wait,
for something sweeter than the sound,
beneath this hurried fate.
All the clever people
Put their heads together.
They made a metal brain
Bound to last forever
But what they didn’t realise
Was that they couldn’t make a metal heart.
This metal brain can theorise
But it cannot make good metal art.
For all of ever, people
Have know about the end.
They cling to things found meaningful
Trying to pretend.
But when the robots came to be,
We realised love is real
Because something that a metal box
Cannot do is feel.
My Best Mechanical Friend
You pester me with the slightest errors.
You bing and bong
Giving me night terrors.
I want drive along
And not listen to musical scarers.
It’s three degrees and you let me know.
You shout at me.
And then you show
On the dash a disaster ahead
And you bing and bong
While but nothing is said.
You’re a lovely car I wouldn’t swap.
I just want the bings and bongs to stop.
Let me drive in blissful peace.
And not steer while grinding my teeth.
An eighties car that’s what I need.
It doesn’t have feelings, it doesn’t bleed.
It’ll carry on until it drops.
It won’t flash and bleep if a tyre pops.
Then I drive you just one more day
The sun is shining, so beeps are okay.
David Cox 23/04/24
Gone digital
begun/beginning
Networking with me-self
Can't find a full-stop
to stop
What yer looking at fish-face???
Yer know
since yesterday
I can't find me thumbs
falling feet first
in-ter sub-monkey skills
I need more,
more white widgets
and black toggles-
got the wobbles, a bit keyed-up
Mind knitting its own computer
flashes of clever clogs,
clumps of soft-drive
in me ear-holes
got no cookies cooking
just a blinking memory
Dot-dash-board doodling,
screening plasma for bugs
and sneezy-bits.
Me lights are ticking
think I'm thinking
Blimey, will you look at that!
I got a virtual nose to pick
feeling sick of it
even though
me lid is plastic
Beep...
Oh wonderful, it's that sound again isn't it
The one that always welcomes me as I enter your room
I desperately wished that I can loathe the irritating sound
Alas I cannot for it's what keeping you alive
If that what passes being alive that is
You never seem to be conscious of the world
You lie there in bed with your face devoid of emotions
My existence goes unnoticed every time I sat near you
And it wound me tremendously to observed you like that
But I will always choose to do so
Because…
You were there for me in the past and the present
And I'll never be able to repay you for that
No matter how hard I try
It may seem insignificant to the others
Because they given up even attempting to having hope
And persuading me to do as well
Telling me that it's pointless to even have hope
But I won't quit on you
I will still plan on visiting you
And won't stop even beyond the end of time
Even if I died on the inside
How often do we beep,
self-awareness signal,
to exit our dream world,
abiding in stillness,
where flag of love’s unfurled?
How often do we beep,
pausing the flow of thought,
allowing heart to yawn
in joyous cessation,
ushering a new dawn?
How often do we beep
ourself back into space,
stopping the flow of time,
poised in animation,
imbibing bliss sublime?
How often do we beep
in soul’s burning yearning
to knock at heaven’s door,
surrendered at God’s feet,
as His blessings in-pour?
26-June-2022
A gang of vandals unlocked all the cages
And in the supermarket near the zoo
The beasts rushed in but not to spend their wages
For animals are not inclined to queue
With savage creatures charging all about
The poor old keeper almost flipped his lid
When tigers chased a zebra through the checkout
And the barcode scanner charged him sixty quid
I was sitting in my room
I was reading in the silence
darling alone I sit and wonder about you
It's a mysterious and gloomy night
It appears as though nothing's gone right
Please inform me sweetie how I can go on without you?
Okay I'm glum and sad
I don't know what to do, boo hoo
Beep, beep, why don't you send me a text?
Beep, beep, tone of the he happiest sounds
Beep, beep, I look at the cell phone on the bed
And I sit all alone
Please comprehend this need I have
and send me a text?
A lonely bird was i in the world to witness fete
Seldom danced and seldom slept in the dark woods;
Went to all the floors and walked in all it's realms
Was i now in old roofs still keeping will in sane;
The angel my sole waitress ringed my door
Now in still urgency i dare to reveal myself;
The daring flowers in my huts of fame
Showered until it lost it's scents;
The weary trees drowned my fence
In all it's glamour did i ever frown;
What caused the birds to fly with time
Did i ever lost my path through the woods deepest;
In all songs of nature's change
To retreat from all of life's past chain,
With the woods showing the darkened path
Still i roam and still i take every days rest ,
On the stones with mild fresh dews
In the opera that i still dream to be;
The real life went and went in all concerts
That i a sole player did in all turns of life;
As every dawn and dusk stays quite some time
And every minute in nature's lap did i ever rest;
Why do you weep
Can't you sleep
Try counting sheep
Take a peep
Monsters creep
Try breathing deep
Fast asleep
Talk is cheap
Beep Beep Beep
When you play fifty or sixty
scrabble games day
you get incessant beeps
on your cell phone
day and night,
weekends, and week days.
It is a comfort
knowing other insomniacs are up,
not able to sleep either.
I love this!
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The slightest sound
imaginable
So soft, barely audible
implausible
Such a tiny bump --
Had I even heard anything --
Produces such an awful
S C R A T C H
On my once-shiny, once-new
black Sedan
A winged horse, a unicorn
glides so effortlessly, airborne
blazing its way in early morn
o'er ears of sun-ripe golden corn
Spying a gosling from its mother torn
This winged horse, our unicorn
Gathers its courage for an epic warn
Poor thing ~ it's missing its horn
BEEP BEEP
explosive action
sore coyote howls at moon
slips off precipice
the road runner splits his side
taunting infernal “beep beep”
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
*Road Runner Cartoon
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