Best Click Poems
Click, Clap, Ego Inflation
They sit behind the veil of screen
thinking cheating is a site unseen
each clap a cheer that was never earned
everyone laughs, for the spotlight is on
shining light on the fraudsters pen
vain deceit
ghostly stats floating in silent scorn
their own applause, no one cares
what is a Baker
if your bread is stale and unsold
your store is empty
a hollow soul
cheaters cheat, they never glow
Feeling catish this morning, surrounded by Zio lies and cheating is easier for me to see when happens elsewhere too, peace be upon you.
WE BECAME FRIENDS BY ONE CLICK
I am from east you are from... west? North? South?
to whichever place you're from, hear my happy shout! :D
Remember the first moment I said hi and hello
you did not repel instead you appeal like magneto...
You... I never seen. I never heard
but you hug my heart with your words.
You are as yellow as the rising sun
but sometimes sad you make my tears run
with the heart-to-heart stories we share.
Maybe because we are thousand miles apart
defensive barriers and built-in walls we tear
bubbling free is our blossoming fresh start.
There is a clue when you are feeling blue
this when you drew views lacking hues.
Of humour, you may not hear my thunder laugh
nor behold my grin that is whole or half
but so sweet you are always there- a care bear!
Nights and days passed, we want to more than chat
like a meteor, we did try this voice-call...
Spark! I heard your voice, my oh my, I rejoiced!
Your presence a present whenever no one is there
for when I push the button "send", time you spare
to reply, you care... "Thank you" is all I say.
More, you even said: "You'll add me to your pray'r"
Internet signals like unstable ECG antagonizing our talk,
I thank our Dear God our bond as strong as a rock,
months rolled, we discovered we could duet to write
verses singing rhymes, flying high our own kite...
To the whole wide moving world, I want them to know
if persons are honest and sincere they will surely grow
as finding true people-- there are risks. Dig in but do it slow
'cause real persons are as precious as gems that glow
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MY CYBER FAMILY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mystic Rose
~~~3rd place~~~
POEM OF THE DAY: JULY 04, 2015
OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO
11:42 pm, July 02, 2015
Spring is the time for ‘lek’
Capercaillie in beautiful dance
a spectacular mating game
A glowing ballet
that radiates independently
They want to pass on their genes
in breathtaking rhythm
// clatter, clatter, click, click,
pop, pop // - in the woods
The mistress
- the noblest freedom in nature
Allow the birds to enjoy the game
and mate in peace
They have lived in our pine forests
since the last ice age
Walk quietly and gently on moss green pillows
So close, vulnerable and gorgeous
When the midnight hour dims
a crack of moonlight ...
and a soul of satisfaction
// clatter, clatter, click, click,
pop, pop // - in the woods
(‘lek’ is an old Norse word that means ‘play’)
10/02/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud"
~by William Wordsworth~
I wandered lonely as a Duckling
Swimming in a big and lovely pond,
Trying to fit in and make a bond,
A group of golden fluffy ducklings.
Beside the lake, beneath the blue sky,
Playing together, not being shy.
Graceful as the wildflowers that grow
Growing in beauty, pure as the snow,
Sweet as honeydew or summer rain.
Though grace and beauty, there's also pain
Beautiful roses that still have thorns
Or gentle lambs, now sheep with sharp horns
Staying together, not leaving their group
They all waddled in the most perfect line
Beside the crystal pond in the sunshine:
In unison, with their heads held up high,
They passed by one by one, and waved goodbye:
I often think, Am I really that strange?
Or was it them that decided to change?
Their eyes size me up, their judgment is plain
Causing my heart to recoil in pain
I cherish memories from long ago
The beautiful group, my heart longed to know
The lunchroom fart
of turbo pasta
scatters garlic teargas
laced with meaty mystery
without mercy to
flatten cubicles.
Chain-reactions
of Tupperware battles
erupt to devastate
once discerning pallets
until hobbled by stabs
of shrapnel to the gut,
prompting an exodus
of mournful bodies
propelled along that cloud
of processed misery
to wander, ashen-faced
along the concrete void.
Surfing through social media
it's a wave coming atcha in speedia,
forward motion becoming a blur
clickity clack there is no cure
scrolling fast, getting motion sick,
oh look another cute cat pic
it's a cheap click, a blue like
thumbs up like hitch hike
blazing fast again on the highway,
there's some ads flying our way,
like billboards on the roadside,
x them away, they don't hide,
now it's a bumpy ride,
what is up with that chic, no pride,
blindsided by that news story,
click on the link and it's gory,
not what the story was suppose to be
another cheap click got to me.
smiles turn to frowns then laughter
the two cents everyone is after
every emotion in a powerful punch
let's check on that link after lunch
like pacman chomping the bits
youtube video has how many hits
does that make its content true
this looks like something I could do
cooking up a steak on truck hood,
yum yum that meat looks good
seeing a clip from mythbusters busted
guess not ...I got husted,
didnt' work, ain't going to,... why post
a cheap click from an eager host
can't tell truth from fictionary
dang, this internet world is scary
anyone can make up anything you see,
just look at my post, half the words arent in the dictionary
but that is alright cause it's online,
heck ya ain't even know if these words are mine
but i got ya now with a cheap click
keep on clicking cause something will stick
Feeble, a word not often used
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel feeble.
This crackled feeling runs along the rims
of brittle nails
and gray-white strands of hair.
The once svelte figures of maid or man,
now chose more often to crunch and snap,
as ligaments roll unpleasantly over joint heads.
The witty repartee of youth is replaced by a dazed look.
Yes, at this moment,
après gym and post nap
and pre chair massage a wobbling frailness
surrounds me in a weak chicken broth
of feebleness.
fingerless mits
cover bloodless palms –
weak spring sun
emotion: feeble
poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: How Do I Feel Today
Hey!! wake up!!
you don't wanna miss this!!
The soft voice that woke him,
he didn't know.
Opening his eyes
and seeing two grim faces.
Along with one that was
angry and beautiful.
And the startling fact
the last thing he heard
was the hammer
being pulled back.
Click Click Click
None of them
were family or kin,
never mind the question
of how they got in.
Waking up to cold steel
touching his skin.
But wait!
...
This is not where the story begins.
A young no talent Rapper,
pimp wanna be,
just turning twenty-three.
Running the streets
trying to be somebody.
Not a member of a gang
speaking nothing but slang.
using every four-letter word
except B-E-L-T.
That he needs to hold up
the jeans hanging off his behind.
Thinking he's fine and in fashion
and always looking for some action.
Got the hook up
and now carrying
a black 38 Smith & Wesson.
The young blood is in need
of a good lesson.
Saw a beautiful young lady
and not wanting to miss a chance
for a little romance.
He showed the lady
the caliber of his conversation.
Of course, she was not impressed.
But ask for his phone number.
Saying playfully,
you'll be hearing from me.
And well you know the rest.
Hey!! Wake up!!
You don't wanna miss this!!
Click Click Click
Like shining stars sparkles a trust with credits
Yet often in media they proclaim about their debts
Public ought to work out its merits
Is there truth at least in tit bits?
When their followers photographs do click
Their social organization receives approval tick
They proclaim about pouring oil on flickering wicks
When other applaud, applaud cries, ‘I am sick.’
Their royal band will play
When its founder steps on the stage to stay
His audience has no other way
For authority applauds none saying ‘nay’
Their photographs pictures the most pitiful cry
Even you’ll shed tears if you give it a try
Between cause and contribution where lies the wry
Beware! Else in social oil pan you will fry
Applaud its value does lose
When with a mask it does pose
It knows to whom it ought to give repose
Applaud decreases when men doth it propose
I
am a photographer
I take stories of people
their lives
their hardships
their joy
with a single click
A solitary second in their life
now
forever immortalized
Captured to share with others
to show them the lives of people
who are just like us
who love
who laugh
who cry
but most of all
who long for a chance at a better life
a chance
for their children
As a photographer
if I am given the chance to help change the world
one click at a time
If I have to get down
in the mud
in the filth
to experience the lives of these people
in order to bring back the emotion
in a single frozen second
A second that will wake people up
make them care
make them angry
make them cry
at what they see
at the atrocities
at the suffering that is going on in the world
If I can get them riled up enough to want to help
to want to become involved
If I am given the chance to capture photos of this world
to bring them to the people
who are sitting in their overstuffed easy chairs
so that these people
might feel
might act
Then the chance is worth it
and this is an opportunity that will not be wasted
I have traveled this world
walked it's roads
seen the best and worst of men
I have looked into eyes hungry and cold
eyes with pain
eyes of hate
and those eyes looked right back into mine
From little girl prostitutes in Hyderabad India
to landmine littered fields in Cambodia
where people live with missing limbs
to the tent cities of Haiti
across the waters
to the children of the Inca in Peru
I have seen suffering
and pain
and grief
that doesn’t need to exist
I have listened
as they tell their stories
as they look with hope
when I shoot photos of what’s left of their lives
and all the while
I am wondering
who am I
that they should have hope
in me
Urban
Dare to touch me without any rules.
Dare to see the spectacular view on us
In the nearest past
Covered by shadows, covered by dust.
How passionately the wind blows away
Our words.
It hurts so much not to remember,
To feel left out of the game
When your name is an endless source of tenderness.
By watching the city I watch you.
By discovering it I caress you.
You hide like a predator in the darkness
Of the same block.
We stroke the different sides of luck.
Click. Click through everything that’s not sold.
Turn our kisses into solid gold.
With your hands you burn my previous world.
No one can go as far as you can.
No one is a cannon in this iron land.
Green and red as metaphors for broken hearts.
Our looks are curved and complicated,
A perfect manipulation is a story that runs fast but never stops.
Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2016
Clique claque went the railroad trains The same sounds with the same names Originally thought it was a lost cause Then a pause before the applause Between thoughts and performance Enduring soundless claps is my romance Unleashing creative within the box Clip clop no need to yoke the ox Scratching my head with the pen Now there is a mark on my chin Noticing that the sign was not on so setting there they just yawn
I love to travel anywhere, the more foreign the better for me,
Strange lands and how other people live is very interesting to see.
This travel bug I caught got started when I was only eighteen years old,
A college friend and I went to the Bahamas, we were fearless and so bold.
Then I started my career and I knew to take advantage of this time,
Each year I’d set off somewhere new, after saving my every dime.
I traveled to beautiful Hawaii followed by South America the next year,
One of my favourites was Bermuda, I was young, memories so dear.
I flew over to England and stayed for a fortnight to visit a new friend,
We toured all around Scotland traveling as far north as Land’s end.
After that I spent a lot of time in the Caribbean, the trips become a blur,
Many islands look the same, palm trees and beaches, others will concur.
Mexico was interesting studying the Mayans from Chichen Itza to Tulum,
Manzanillo to Puerto Vallarta, high cliffs where the waves crash and loom,
Got engaged in Myrtle Beach, so it holds a special place in my heart,
Then honeymooned in Jamaica where we spent not a moment apart.
Once the children came along, the travel plans required a major adjust,
We would go away on 5 year anniversaries, this was an absolute must.
A Caribbean five island cruise then the next trip two weeks in New Zealand,
But my favourite place remains the Greek islands, windmills, sun and sand.
Liechtenstein, Austria and Switzerland was a mother-daughter trip,
I showed her the ropes of travel and how much to leave for a tip.
Seems this travel bug of mine has proved to be a little bit contagious
My daughter now loves travel but her destinations are more outrageous.
While traveling is usually an educational journey, one that I just adore,
I’ve had moments in Egypt and the Holy land, that chilled me to the core.
But even during these very scary times, one thing that stands forever true,
The people there were kind and caring, someone always willing to help you.
I think that I still have a few more trips left in me, if my pocket book holds out,
Need to see eastern Europe, China and Africa, there’s more to learn, no doubt.
For the meeting of new people and learning their culture, gives my life new lease,
It provides the burden of proof that all should know, we need to work for peace.
Written by Lee Ramage
For Contest "Close your eyes and click your heels"
Running at the right rhythm
no nonsense needing attention;
Doing a dance though the day
ferociously fast It's flying!
Built to be a busy bee,
waking wanting to be working;
Perfectly productive
taking advantage of the time;
Running at the right rhythm
Coveting each click of the clock
Of the people I know
And the people I see
All want to be happy
All want to be free
Of organizations, clubs, and groups
Forcing their opinions
Through political loops
To the masses their way is right
Preaching their peace through a superior fight
Religion, race, color, and creed
All to fill an empty need
Right wing, left wing, republican or radical
Reformist, anarchist or arsonist
Socialist, communist and lobbyist
Or………………………… Liar !
No matter what group you belong
You’ve given your soul for hire
Your part of a click
Playing a game
Learning the trick
To belong………you have to get along
Strength in numbers, masses with the same idea
All with the agenda of wanting to be free
One common goal
To put the other click in the hole
Do yourself a favor
Be your own click
Have your own thoughts and ideas
To yourself be true
It’s yourself that you please
Things are never what they seem
But to be part of a group with common goals
Is the ideal dream
Just never lose yourself in the idea
Let it work for you, not the other way around
Eric (and sometimes not)