Best Blip Poems
Blip
This is a short poem.
Not a long one like the rest.
(not haiku)
This is about time,
and saying a lot in a small space.
Updates to follow.
Be quiet... (calm)
?
Brilliant device
The directional ranging
Unit, the radar
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Drink away the blues of blues...
that have been spattered over the canvas every single way.
Today come rain, come art, come relations, come friends,
come everything.
Here's how much-sponsored brands get a boot—
Get public's sharp brow, and absolute,
There’s a point here to moot,
A point not in past put,
Nor passed a fair test ere:
Should ads talk in thin air?
For a change, shoes sold bite seller's foot!
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Happenings|20.06.2021|
Poet’s note: This limerick follows what happened a few days back. Cristiano Ronaldo, a well-known footballer, removed a Coke bottle at a press conference and replaced it with one of water, and soon the company lost four billion dollars in its market capitalization. This does raise a few fundamental questions. India’s home brands, Amul and Fevicol, took a jibe each at these brands. Amul (the milkman of the nation) taunted: ‘Not bottling one’s feelings’; Fevicol (makers of various adhesives): ‘These bottles cannot be removed, nor will its valuation dip’. I loved it. Yes, markets do need some earthy humour in these hard times, a food for thought for them to mull.
They shut off our power for about 3 hours
To make needed repairs they say
D'ya know how that affects our daily routine
Like our arm's been cut off half way
No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly
We might as well cash in our chips
Aware it was only from nine until noon
But my mind can't handle this blip
Anything different from my normal routine
Throws me in a kind of a dither
I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out
My speech starts to slip and slither
I once was able to handle these disruptions
When I was young, handsome and virile
Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man
My mental capacity has fizzled
Some people suffer from a power shortage
Every single day of their lives
Got nothing to do with a disruption in hydro
Their ageing is in overdrive
© Jack Ellison 2013
Thanks to Father DeMino fir reminding me the world cannot bite off all our Jesus-kinda-Love. So here goes-
"If you love sacrificially, you won't expect thanks and only lose a blip of Eternity." Deo
Joe DeMino did add, "ouch for that blip" that got gobbled up mercilessly
In spite of my extremely good looks
(lol) Still gotta play by the books
No jumping ahead in the line
Each gets their turn everything's fine
Not always hunky-dory though
The ups the downs just take life slow
There ain't no hurry it'll all get done
Take time out for having a little fun
When your time is up and finally over
There'll be nothing but fields of clover
Time for good-byes wishing you the best
That completes it as I'm laid to rest
Houston, we have a problem
We’re not the first ones here
Through the dust kicked up when landing
I’m watching a building appear
Houston calling Space Hawk
You stand on virgin ground,
The dust you tread was never trod
No building should be found
Space Hawk calling Houston
Is Commander Greg Braggs near
I’m entering the building
That we know cannot be here
Houston calling Space Hawk
Commander Greg Braggs speaking
Get back to your lander, Son
Your mental health is creaking
Space Hawk calling Houston
That’s a negative; I’m in
It’s like mission control up here
Like NASA built a twin
There’s people too but all are dead
They all have I.D. tags
I’m checking out the nearest one
His name’s… Commander Braggs!
Houston calling Space Hawk
It’s situation brown
It’s Eighteen Thirty hours
And we’ve got to stand you down
Space Hawk calling Houston
You do sound quite alive
But your watch says Six Thirty
And mine Six Thirty Five
Forget me not oh time,
Even when I have lived past my time.
When my breath has spent it's every dime.
When past engulfs The now.
When you can no longer stand the sight of me
and I fade to but a memory.
Wash me not into shallow sea,
to be trampled on by unconscious feet,
that obliviously March down the beach.
Such is life your whisper speaks.
Straight to the point and yet oblique.
When that day comes
and that hour strikes.
This is how you are to remember me.
On the array that is life I am but a blip.
06/02/2018
a faerie flutter
almost imperceptible
delights my soul self
They shut off our power for about 3 hours
To make needed repairs they say
D'ya know how that affects our daily routine
Like our arm's been cut off half way
No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly
We might as well cash in our chips
Aware it was only from nine until noon
But my mind can't handle this blip
Anything different from my normal routine
Throws me in a kind of a dither
I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out
My speech starts to slip and slither
I once was able to handle these disruptions
When I was young, handsome and virile
Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man
My mental capacity has fizzled
Some people suffer from a power shortage
Every single day of their lives
Got nothing to do with a disruption of power
Their ageing is in overdrive
A Blip Offering
I
we
they
and...
a show
a play
a picnic
an event
chaos
loss
grief
love
laughter
joy
connection
wisdom
truth
stranger
family
friend
soul mate
God
(free verse until it is no longer free...)
Just a blip
You say
Well how long
Does a blip last
Then
Our life is like a wisp and a willow.
A bleep and a blip.
Our life review an accumulation of every moment.
It was difficult for me to understand
Until I got older. Now memories come hard and fast,
Strange little moments that had no significance at the time.
Stores, people’s faces, a weird comment, a glimpse out a window.
Time is a bleep and a blip.
In the good old days,
Backyard loos were the way,
The old blip carter appears,
From a dim and distant year,
Had the blip can on his back,
Strode off down nostalgia's track!