Best Beep Poems
Old folks forget where they parked their Jeep
They wander around till they're almost asleep
Till there's just one car
"That's our car by gar"
But still push the button till they hear their car beep!
© Jack Ellison 2015
It's always hardest, when there is no one to talk to-
When I dial your number, and it just rings and rings
Until the dreaded "voice mail" picks up.
For just an instant, when there is that brief crackle and "click"-
My hopes skyrocket that you have picked up the phone and answered, when I needed it most, the moment I am most frantic...
But when, in reality, it's just that pre-recorded message that I've heard a million times before; how I loath it
And I feel my heart sinking, like there are anchors tied all around it, dragging it into the depths of my stomach!
Where are you? Can you not feel my desperation through the infinite channels of the universe, or are they clogged and busy, too?
Don't you know that I need you, perhaps now, more than ever?
I know you're at that fancy French restaurant you're always talking about, drinking fine wine and eating escargot, possibly dancing the night away.
While I am here, all alone, eating my own heart out for supper.
All I need, all I want, is a compassionate voice on the other end of the line, talking me down off the ledge once again.
Don't you know I've had too much to drink; that I am listening to sad songs and thinking about doing it again- that awful thing which leaves me so terribly scarred when I wake from my stupor? The cuts. You know, those things you hate to see marring my arms.
But I'll have to resort to self-will and self-control, of which I have so very little...
I may or may not make it through another night of melancholy and self-loathing.
Please, for the love of God, pick up the damn phone!
*Any Poem Goes Contest Entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet
Old folks forget where they parked their Jeep
They wander around almost falling asleep
Till there's just one car
That's our car by gar
But still push the button to hear the car beep!
Sixty years ago, Autumn was the season,
Seven minutes was all it took that dark night
Like a freshman, a little short of reason,
I had no clue what the future held in sight.
Maybe I would teach, or maybe I might not.
I could be a banker, wear a pinstripe suit.
Or maybe drill for oil, show 'em what I've got.
I could go to sea,now that would be a hoot.
October 4th, fifty seven, quiet night,
Radio played Elvis, dorm rooms hard to sleep.
Disc jockey spoke loudly, almost in fright,
He said "Listen to Sputnik...'beep beep beep beep' "
The first satellite was passing North to South
Seven minutes it was above us.."beep beep"
I counted each beep and every second with an open mouth
I came alive - I had my own dream to keep.
I became an engineer and it seemed that so soon
I entered the space race and a world of awe.
We spied in the cold war - put men on the moon,
And marveled for fifty years at all I saw.
I'm thankful for seven minutes long ago,
And for Russians who made the Sputnik go beep.
Elvis gets a mention for it was his show
That started all the memories that I keep.
2/13/2017
For contest "The day that changed my life....."
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
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
(Beep, Beep)
Incessant beeping day and night, keeping pace with my heart beating. My Eyes I try to shut but can't seem to keep my mind from sleeping.
(Beep, beep)
People come and go but friends no longer show.
(Beep, Beep)
Its the ebb and flow of where I am and how long I've been breathing. Some friends didn't have as many breaths as I.
(Beep, Beep)
Some find them harder to take than mine. Some cant find the means or time to see if my breathing is keeping pace with my mind.
(Beep, Beep)
Trapped inside a place where gold is disguised as time and diamonds are made from love filled smiles and hide inside my loved ones eyes.
(Beep, Beep)
Hoping they know the gold they give is worth more than a two hundred trillion dimes. I'm past the point of speaking but if I could speak just one more time.
(Beep, Beep)
I'd tell them to watch for chameleons
(Beep, Beep)
because chameleons lie
(Beep, Beep)
and when you're at where Im at,
(Beep, Beep)
in this place and time,
(Beep, Beep)
the only thing that matters
(Beep, Beep)
is seeing all the diamonds……
(Beep, Beep)
in your loved ones
(Beep, Beep)
eyes.
(Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep)
Beep beep
Drive
Do you know how to drive?
Left turn, right turn
Can you handle it?
How about going forward?
Yet we are afraid of going forward
Are you afraid you will be running into something?
Let's see now
The last time I check you are still alive
Ahh I shouldn't say that
You are, aren't you?
God does not give you more than you can take
Just like life does not give you more than you can handle
Go forward, will you?
You may see something you like - different scenarios, different settings, different you
Love it, will ya?
You will see
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
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
Laying here
On my death bed
Just wanting
It to be done
And over with
Tubes going
Throughout my skin
That one little line
That indicates
If Im dead or alive
Keeps beeping
Little beats
That is getting
Stuck in my head
Im getting
So tired
I only start to hear
One flat line
I know what it means
And somehow
I feel so peaceful
That now
I can sleep
Without having to hear
That little beep
That indicates
Im alive
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.
Down Deep, Beep, Beep
So lovely, so pretty, so sweet, so deep,
Having such love that’s mine to keep,
From dawn until night tends to sweep,
You alone are my strength, and my beep.
In the time we met I see it true,
How funny to recall when I’m blue,
To be in love to a man like glue,
Giving you my yes for I have no clue.
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
Surrounded by white,
so safe, so secure.
Trapped in a comfort
which I can't endure.
People rush in but
just as quick they go.
My heart feels great pain
but it does not show.
The line jumps up
and down in sync.
The hours creep by,
so much time to think
About how I got here,
how I am now so weak.
How I let people go,
so many answers I seek.
Why did I believe I had
so much time at hand?
It is only at the end that
we begin to understand
How much time slips away
and love passes us by
Our lives slowly fade away
and in the end we die.
But why look back with such
regret on what has made me smile?
Life is just a mess of confusion
and never end in style.
And so my eyes fall on the machines
that keep me in this state.
This is no way to live;
such an ugly fate.
Instead I use my wrinkled hand
to pull the wires out.
I started a life empty handed
and I'll be sure to end with nought.
I lie back in my comfort,
I have no more time to spend.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Silence. End.