Compulsions to create governed by fear and perpetual query,
Where affirmations are fossil fuels, scarce and costly.
Approval? Qualified? I Dangle upside-down, tethered to a rope questions.
Hovering over a pit of acceptance with a bloated cranium.
A pause in their scroll…
The press of a gesture nibbles away the rejuvenating thread.
How can a dozen feel worse than none?
These little thumbs, those filled-in hearts, these perverted numbers.
The lack of something accumulates, forming a dam even beavers would envy.
Obstructing a river of creative juices that quench the thirst of unfulfillment.
To overcome, to not care. These two rarely coexist.
Perhaps shifting the care could break the levy.
Not what they think, but I, and what laser could separate the two?
The strategy brings hope to a mind battered by rejection.
That’s right, Destroyer of Motives! Disguiser of Truths!
I will get up and press that power button, double-click that software, and create.
Not for whoever they are, but for me.
So, blast the damns and let it flow!
Who knows, maybe they like it..
Coloured thoughts
So many bad reports
Fighting my race
The group that forgot about the wonders of grace!
I trace their mistake in the face of jealousy
Hoping to help the new teachers entering the system and
Letting them know the danger of clicks in the staffroom
While at the same time exposing the misrepresentation
Of acting a certain way for a permanent post!
Teaching at a young age
I saw how teachers try to put you in a cage
So many clicks try to give you permanency as a teacher
With the hope that you will be a part of their gang!
Not liking them means no permanency
But this system is diabolical!
I reject my people’s attitude
Sitting with my pen
There are men and women from hell
Let me tell you a tale
The pale truth is that there are more
Gangs in the staffroom!
Gangs create gossip
A crime of our time and this
Prevent teachers from reaching their prime!
Judging my race in the staffroom
Coloured thoughts
So many bad reports
I trace their mistake in the face of jealousy
Hoping to help the new teachers entering the system and
Letting them know the danger of clicks in the staffroom
Copyright 2024
TIME issues:
1. Whenever I am short on time, I eat my watch, and always have seconds to spare.
2. Why do I still buy old clocks and collectible watches in a cellphone age? I love keeping time.
The skies are blue, the skies are clear
Hark the cuckoo bringing good cheer
Peace enjoyed true, peace enjoyed here
Just touch that dew, nature’s glad tear
Don’t be so blue, don’t be so drear
Drink in the view, get into gear.
09.18.2021
For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Poem no 21" contest
The best mentors guide proteges who surpass them
~ reaching back for hugs
Hypnotized by the clicks
And soothed into sleep
I wish this dream would end
This nightmare has begun my hate
And leaves no room for sanity
Lurking always out of sight
Running from demons that aren't even mine
Screaming for someone to hear me
Waking eventually only to find
My monsters are actually real
Living outside my mind
In sunlight
Shadows chasing
Faster faster
Never outrunning this fear
Captured and tortured
And eventually devoured
it is a dark night...moon has been watching earth thinking- time clicks new year
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December 27, 2017
Poetry/Monoku/time ticks
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9679-76-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Monoku 2
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
mind song riffs
joining the back beat
nature clicks
timpani
drums of black thunder
percuss
then the sky opens
a luminous landing
off gasses from the heat shield
rainbow across a spectrum of light
Cam’s Glieseian tongue flew over the
surface of the audio generator
Voyager’s golden disk long gone now
transposes across a film of galactic plasma
the taste of whale and bird song they tongue
enthralls them—though they had no notion of
whales or birds
mind song cascades, scrolls, behind the visitors opaque orbs
joining the back beat nature clicks woodpecker tunes
tympanic membranes shiver upon
retractable body hair
drums of black thunder roll
past helmetless crowns
percussing their brain stems
orgasmically
then the sky opens
Sol’s a black dwarf they are too late
but still the songs sang
Cam tongued the plasma film
once more then reentered interstellar
hibernation
First Published by Eye to the Telescope 2015
Golden Disks and Whale Clicks
mind song riffs
joining the back beat
nature clicks
timpani
drums of black thunder
percuss
then the sky opens
a luminous landing
off gasses from the heat shield
rainbow across a spectrum of light
Cam’s Glieseian tongue flew over the surface
of the audio generator
Voyager’s golden disk long gone now
transposes across a film of galactic plasma
the taste of whale and bird song they tongue
enthralls them—though they had no notion of
whales or birds
mind song cascade, scroll, behind the visitors opaque orbs
joining the back beat nature clicks woodpecker tunes
tympanic membranes shiver upon
retractable body hair
drums of black thunder roll
past helmetless crowns
percussing their brain stems
orgasmically
then the sky opens
Sol’s a black dwarf they are too late
but still the songs sang
Cam tongued the plasma film
once more then reentered interstellar
hibernation
First Published: Eye to the Telescope 1/15/15
A clicking
A knock
A chirp from the tall grandfather clock
A whisper
A ding
A scream from the wind unseen
Trees sway
And gates creep
Graves hold the secrets of last months dreams
A girl cries
A boy lies
Their father lay on the mothers dying bed side
A stone
A pebble
Sand of the devils time clock
An hourglass
A blink of the eye
Its all over.
.
Anyone anytime anywhere, in a way,
is but a few easy mouse-clicks away.
Truly an amazing creature
of almighty technology,
this computer with magical
techno-capability.
It shrinks distance, time and space
with mind-boggling efficiency,
through streams of words and images
with awesome velocity.
But some fear this gadget of wonder,
might soon become our master,
forcing us to seek new needs
for its uses, no excuses,
as it spews, for mental indigestion,
seas of information,
glamorized as knowledge explosion,
as real education.
But enhanced global understanding
through ICT, I should say,
is more than worth the risk and price
civilization has to pay.
Anyone anytime anywhere, in a way,
is but a few easy mouse-clicks away.
.