Best Glitch Poems
rainy retail park
turning on and off again
techno logic love
lost rhyme and losing reason
my computer saying 'O'
Its Hidden Messages in my Texts
worth Examining
you can see the Chosen from The Strangling
beatens an chains
all linked to a prophecy ordained
I've looked through documents for the Author of this Manuscript
Which is me the Key the King to a degree only the oppressors see who exists
science defying the recessive diamond genes to manifest a seed to triumph
We Athletes the Giants
with Might an Speed
Born Supreme a Diamond
still we shine through out all the famine
genocidal manaics
with prideful hatred attached
Forces of evil who masquerades as the Men In Black
with the Neuralizer with a Brain zapped
With a body frame detached to tell fables of raps
i disconnected from the Cable an a fatal impact
rewired my cells so it's able to react to the tornadoes they craft
another dispatch
a brother in the pavement with no pulse to graft
wonder now how savage insane we act
we goin mad is there a way to get back
being the Power Circle
but they mixed pink lemonade in at
generator operator destroyer
i made a general observation to be a detourer
be a general overstating his Order
so they can see his illuminated Aura
we can be Kings we dont got to be gangsters
Gangster is King with the Glory given from the Creator
thats why im letting this Red Pill Orbit
you can see through all our misfortunes through our history Courses of History Horror
we are Glorious
Victorious
I Am Morpheus
who went through a Metamorphosis
who Orbited a Solar Eclipse
an Burned the Moon so the Sun can be Lit
the One in the Matrix close to the Oracle
Zion
im a Lion
who knows the Architect who designed the prints
this supreme mathematics abstracted of the Creators Calculus of my birthday to be in this present state
so you see these prime birthdate numbers is ordinal
Im the Ultimate Warrior
Against Jake the Snake
I Put Snakeskin on my Mocassins
an make chains out of they Vertebrates
an made a Vest out the Lizard Scales
My face shine with the Melanin so now you know why my Pigment isn't Pale
Soul Summoned out the Book of the Dead to Lead Nations out this Wizardry Spell
Into the Body of Israel
I don’t know how to express this thing!
Is it just stupidity or abnormal feelings?
Let me start like this,
Listen carefully you lovely Miss!
When I first saw you
I have felt the drop of dew,
In my lonely abandoned heart!
It’s like a surprise rose in the dirt!
I became hypnotized
My world turned to paralyzed,
Your voice became my song
Your move became my belong,
I became crazy and it was scary!
Thence to tell, I had to hurry!
I cannot carry anymore,
I have feelings to share!
Can you hear? My lovely dear!
I request the rain to stop
When you talk,
It’s more important to embrace your voice
Rather than the rain to drop!
I have asked the sun not to shine
When you smile,
Your red lips can light the universe
Which I consider my poems charming verse!
The promise of the moon not to bloom
When you sleep in the gloom,
Your sadness darkened the world
When I want the time to behold!
Tell me how can I convey my itch?
How can I show my miserable glitch?
How much I care and how much I dare?
Can you hear? My eternal dear!
In the blackest of nights, like tar so thick
time tangled into a bewitching twist
as hours faltered in starts and fits
minutes and seconds lost their wits
and tumbled into a frightening glitch.
A black hole swallowed the grid of time
glitches of past and future timelines
history was swept into a vortex mine
panic reigned, an apocalyptic sign
while the universe fled, never more to shine.
Written on 10/15/2019
The Soup is playing tricks on me
Or I am losing what is left
On my grasp on reality
And WhatsHisName’s committed theft.
Time and again, I write a verse,
Submit it to a contest next,
Return to find it gone, or worse,
Imagine holes in my cortex.
I know I’ve goofed a time or two,
I might go high as three or four,
But, Soup, you’ve got a glitch in you
And it’s not one that I adore.
Abecedarian I am,
But steady at this game of late,
By double-check, careful exam
To see my poem through the gate.
On my return on the next day,
I’ll check to see if it’s still there,
And, nope, appears it’s gone away;
A real pain in the derrière.
It’s probably some kind of sign:
Eschew the contests and just write,
But is this problem only mine,
Or have you also had this fight?
I received soup mail from a trusted poet friend
asking if he'd written something that did offend
Of course, he never could
And then I understood
But return mail to him? I was not allowed to send
That's the frustrating message I got when I clicked
Yeah, that was very upsetting. Yeah, I was ticked!
Yet another PS glitch
Isn't that (can't type the rhyme) ;)
I didn't try because I'm sure I'd have gotten kicked (off)
The only viable solution that came to mind
Is one that many of us has heretofore defined
Admin, can you flip a switch
So, mail sends without a hitch?
Please fix this problem, if you would be so kind???
I had to ask another friend to message him for me
He was happy to help, but said, "This should not be."
That's true and it's a drag
to nag 'bout the mailbag
But blocking a poet through a glitch is crappy.
Others dealt with this. Does it happen by default?
It's not my doing, and surely not my friend's fault
We're both really annoyed
We might need Siggy Freud
It's time that these vexing glitches come to a halt
Fish of the deep no longer swim free.
There's a stench and a fire at sea.
Indulgent recklessness came flailing.
Failed solutions left creatures wailing.
Nightmares are spewing from BP’s oil rig.
America hosts their venturous gig.
The cooling breeze through the Gulf coast trees
Blows sooty smoke seething wildlife breathes.
Death spews dread from its fire near Hell.
Where deceit hides and friends never tell.
Careless intrusions raped nature's soul
And sashaying words tried to console.
Blame shifting in the industry thrives.
Ignored liability deprives.
Animal rights groups in fast pursuits.
Cleanup stays thwarted despite lawsuits.
Greed and contriving now know the price.
Immersed in deceitfulness, this vise.
Cutting corners bought endless chagrin.
Sorrowful restitutions begin?
Birds in the sky now look down and cry
Knowing oil coated babies will die.
Endangered species face extinction –
Brown pelicans need help to hearken.
Lifeless, lay dolphins washed up to shore.
They shall leap in blue waters no more.
Fish-less fishermen know the impact.
Dreaded oils spill caused their loss, a fact.
Beautiful beaches stricken with slicks
Pray to God; hope for magical tricks.
Paradise lost while making some rich
Certainly must be a human glitch.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
July 1, 2010
Last night, riding across a full moon I saw a witch,
that funny move she made was a twitch.
Maybe her move was just really an itch,
the wooden broom she was riding on looked like a switch.
Could what I was seeing be a glitch,
my new binoculars must be on the fritz.
Date: 10/27/2019
My first spreadsheet went without a hitch
I'm delighted with everything I’d achieved,
but my new computer develops a glitch -
I'm distraught and feel very aggrieved!
My spreadsheet file has just disappeared,
my hubby Peter hears my loud scream
A fatal system error is worse than I feared -
is this the end of my ‘excel’lent scheme?
I ask my hubby what can he do
as I recount my terrible tale;
I cuss until the air turns blue
pounding all keys, but to no avail
He sits me down with a cup of tea,
and Valium to help me calm down;
but sadly all my hubby can see
the ‘screen of death’ in orangey brown
It‘s then I admit what the file was for -
a kcal counter to help us lose weight,
so I’m heading off to the candy store;
my spreadsheet glitch, I'll put down to fate!
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10/21/19
In the past we said goodbye
now in the future we say hello
trapped in the vortex of time
we found common ground
to meet again
separate worlds
individual lives
time did not erase
a glitch in the matrix
you reappear
Santa the Sinner crossed the Covid line,
With PPE rules he did not comply.
Cookies and milk were swapped, his ample appetizer,
He gobbled up the mask and drank the sanitizer!
For reckless misdemeanor he was fined.
At that point poor Santa’s short fuse blew,
Pandemic? Global? Covid? What! Says WHO?
I ran present production all year from dusk to dawn,
The ones you truly wish for, not bought on Amazon!
No crazy Covid protocols I knew!
December 7, 2020
Because of a tiny glitch
Inside a wet south side ditch
A minuscule germ, Mitch
Had an incredible itch
His voice had an uphill pitch
With a lilt that was rich
His oldest friend named Fritz
Told me that Mitch was a ditz
Mitch and Fritz fixed up the ditch
It attracted a whacky witch
Whose sense of humor with a stitch
Delighted the deliriously decorated ditch
Another day, another ghostly glitch
The catholic church stained glass
shouldn’t be as grey as it was today.
More and more the molding frays
I can hear the coffins softy coughing
There are more and more mourning days
Whether or not there was better days,
“Back when there was no such a glitch”
there were still plagues, there was still coughing,
common enough, blood from esophagus glass
Our flesh still frays, it decays over time,
especially today.
I forgot to take my Lamictal today,
It is my second time forgetting, third day
without taking it. A ball of yarn beginning to fray,
my brain begins to glare and glitch.
Is there a hemorrhage born of broken glass?
Maybe I inhaled it in mass? I did a lot of coughing.
The psalms usually calming, all I heard was coughing
this morning. Something seems off today…
I stared at my reflection for too long, the looking glass
has sassed me back for many mourning days.
It’s not a glitch,
the flesh is flayed, the noose is frayed.
Always unsuccessful, its stressful, hair is frayed
into my hands. The same hands that caught me coughing
blood in the hospital in Philadelphia. It can’t be a glitch,
this has always been my reality, suffering is my software today.
It's a countdown, it's a matter of days
Until I am immortalized in pink and yellow glass.
It will say, “Here lies the Saint of Smoking Glass”,
I have tried to recover, but my brain stem was frayed,
and it snapped under pressure. No more mourning days!
No more pre funeral cigarettes! Interrupting eulogies
coughing like it was some sort of
awkward option! It’s not your time today!
You will feel it when you can feel the glitch.
Eye twitch, there's the glitch! I smoked too much glass…
It’s my last day today and I lived partially flayed
I can finally stop coughing.
I’ll see you on my mourning day.
"The whore and glitch"
Time tantalizes me, Bars I'm behind
Despair inside that hides my beauty
My worth only determined through biased eyes
In another life I was a whore,
Then an artist with a beautiful mind
Born in the wrong place or the wrong era
The Matrix made an error yet I'm still here
The glitch who will become a paragon
Desiring fame but want to be left alone
The paradox of one
Who strives for enlightenment
Collar and train me
It will free me, I promise
Pay homage to the Sacred Feminine
The Satanic and August
A poet until gagged and bound
Branded, admonished
A beautiful mind is mine
My dark curiosity seeks a Master
Alas it shant happen
A rare glitch uncultured, uncaptured
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Here's a switch,
There is no glitch;
All is as was meant to be.
Ever changing seasons,
Always night or day,
And no mind of Humanity.
Some think it a glitch
That there is no switch,
No way to exercise control;
But that's no glitch you see,
For humans could never agree
On answers for Mankind as a whole.