Best Cellular Poems
I’ve no real thoughts on
cellular reality
so I google it
on the internet
cellular reality
leads to John Goodsir
reading what I can
about John Goodsir’s theory
I cannot grasp it
I’m a dim light bulb
when it comes to this subject
I should just discuss cell phones
unfortunately
neither do I understand
my own small cell phone
I recall one thing -
that on a daily basis
we are losing cells
one more thing I know -
the sun can burn my skin cells. . .
that’s reality!
For the Senryu on Cellular Reality Contest
specks affect our view
and vision of life is altered -
events happen in ticks
smallest particles
unceasingly replicates -
time is perpetual
in whatever size
all that matters make impact –
truth remains unchanged
13 September 2015
Senryu on Cellular Reality
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
Everywhere I go
I see people talking.
Frequently
to themselves, whilst walking.
Hands to ears,
eyes seeing little.
Sometimes whispered words
discreetly spoken.
But mostly
in a loud voice,
echoing off walls.
On street corners,
in shopping malls.
On public transport,,
getting out cars.
Sitting on benches,
in quiet city parks.
Buy,
sell,
deals done
deals broken.
Marriage proposals,
love poems, text unspoken.
Texts
to avoid meeting face to face.
Goodbye,!
I have found somebody else.
Sign of the times,
tinged with sadness.
It must be
cellular madness.
Tiniest than the dust
Exists eternally with one
Whisper louder tunes
Minggle with its kind
Highly respond with one's thoughts
Unite from beyond
Awake while asleep
Forever creates itself
Asleep while awake
Numerous presence
Manifest desired matter
Never be destroyed
As high so as low
Unreal exude reality
Greater is lesser.
Touch down, real-time, its necessary!
Can't hit reality without it,
A substitute for face-to-face.
It started around July of 2010,
when my pink fakeberry started,
digitally roaming in Boston's delightful
city of literal human combustion.
I gave it a moment when I returned to
the town of my sojourning...
August.
September.
School's here!
and I can't communicate with my friends,
with the one bar of service, I spontaneously
receive only around the church, of my prior attendance.
Should I sue? For all of the emotional distress,
sheer frustration, and anger caused by who knows
what technological phenomena!
For all of the bridges that I would have seen this pink
piece of plastic be projected from, and then pulverized
into smithereens by unsuspecting traffic.
For all of the bodies of water I would have submerged it in,
until it's digital roaming would float, resting in pieces.
I have been patient with you pink piece of plastic failure of a
cellular communication device!
*** Coming up next month the sequel: I love thee oh smart phone upgrade of the
android variety***
Human cells are wired
to talk and meet face to face-
now we have wireless
Invisible wires
hold us hostage by new cells-
from technology
August 21, 2015
~4th Place~
Contest: Senryu On Cellular Reality
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
Judged: 09/15/2015
human life time change
cause distraction, stress, rudeness
not safe being tracked
Microbial love
knocking your door too hard
to create new life
(c) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
He spoke to me and I
felt his words
on the back of my neck
as near as a sunburn,
yet I dared not look at him.
He sat closer than I was comfortable
yet I could not move away
my heart beating – a timpanic vibration,
emblem of mortality
which left me breathless.
The sun shrouded in afternoon clouds
a small disc of celestial music
was nothing but mute gospel.
There was no savior watching
over me and no forgiveness
for the sin of being available.
I danced with an invisible partner.
Until I grew, I knew only the
daily news of his breath
on the back of my neck.
A push-button blood alarm
scans the receptivity of softly ticking ears.
It is the ever-wakening
never snoozing
internet jungle calling.
Fasting birds as large as velociraptors
insist on being called parrots,
a raucous conversation hardly heard
as it filters through
3-D printed flugelhorns.
A cell awakes vibrates within an ear socket
demanding its early morning diaper change.
Little silver bells are clanging,
A sub-audial cacophony of eager voices
discharging their erotically-charged salvos
Devices cry to be fed.
Now subliminal texts tattoo
a finger pulsing moment.
Thumbs are itching to be mugged, in-plugged,
abused in a bath of warmed-over news.
The scaly parrots are now too loud to hear,
we are near
our minds nailed to a printing block
and tapping impatiently
as reality is swiped this way and that.
The racetrack is galloping,
white rabbits are being
yanked out of top hats so rapidly
we can only blink our replies
in a hand-held, wide-eyed chameleon sky.
I just figured it out!
After I got new one
Why people spent long time on mobiles!?
They are learning new features in that device,
And recalling how they did the other night thing!
So fast "touch move"
And updating stuffs
Senryu On Cellular Reality
( Hitlers)
Nations joyously
celebrate independence.
No freedom yet
from shrouded Hitlers.
Chairs they behove
vindictive and corrupt.
Servile prostrate before
tyrannical eye.
Balveen Cheema
September 13, 2015
Contest: Senryu on Cellular Reality
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
Sometimes I teeter on the brink
Have difficulty getting along, I think,
Definitely lost and frighteningly alone
Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.
Once upon a time, so long ago,
I could freely come and go
But now I'm a prisoner and so alone
Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.
I remember when I would come and go
My machine would pick up friend and foe
But now I dare not leave my home
Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.
When I reach for that little black gadget
And find it missing from its usual pocket
I panic and break out in a sweaty groan
Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.
Modern device
Twenty four hours available
For your use only.
Many applications
At the touch of a button
Offer various possibilities.
Shapes, colors and sizes
Distinguish one cell from another
Making a choice difficult.
8-24-2015
For Senryu on Cellular Reality poem contest
Third Place