The stars are out and they’re worth considering,
with their glimmering, glittering, shimmering,
like fireworks flickering but more regularly appearing
in the black hole sky.
In Europe there are Ukrainians, Albanians, Scandinavians,
Romanians, Lithuanians and maybe a couple of Canadians,
but out there, in the dark black void-of-space, there are Aliens.
Ok, well, statistically, there are bound to be aliens.
your author has no first-hand knowledge of extraterrestrials
I have galactic questions though—you better believe it. For instance:
If light is the fastest thing in the universe,
why is darkness already there when light arrives?
Could dark-matter be chocolate? and
How can we roll our clocks back if time only moves forward?
This is when having a physicist for a boyfriend is handy
—as well as those times you need a ‘close encounter.’ wink.wink
.
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A song for this:
Fiction by Yard Act
CanyonsMan/Woman/Chainsaw
(a series of Senryu poems)
We no longer own
our music or software, we
we rent them - subscribe
Think streaming music,
productivity software,
like 365.
A company can
make one product and never
innovate again.
Once, you’d buy software
and they’d have to win your bucks
with something improved
But now you fee pay
monthly, forever - or you
lose that whatever.
Homes are out of reach
so people rent apartments,
Ubers replace cars
Think of subscriptions
as techo slavery, we
need alternatives
None of us can change
the housing situation
unless we team up
And elect people
who aren’t total thieves and fools
enriching themselves
It’s a crazy thought,
I know - are we capable
of it anymore?
.
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A song for this
Touristy Places by Paul Russell
I was going to become a teacher
I thought it was my calling
I was young and thought it best
to go to university straight out of high school
before I'd go to teachers' college
Well... things did not go as planned
for better or for worse, who knows
I got sidetracked ended up taking a job
education got shelved for longer than expected
So I worked and launched a modest career
No guidance maybe no brains ~ who knows
But in the end I realized the truth ~
if you don't choose, life chooses for you
Go for your dreams or risk living with regrets
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Paradox humanity widespread insanity
Violent diet; plus viewpoints inviolate
1970s t v box, equals the earliest intox'
2000s loaded inbox reality in kris-cross
Innundated info, nightmares of unknown
Control as destiny? In monster intensity'
Dystopian intellect; humans at disconnect
Poisoned minds, engineer own immunity.
Shall we allow such evil? With impunity.'
If i fear?? I fear God alone; and dis-unity.'
In support of fear is a liar contest
Sotto poet
Do you remember Boris; back in 2020
A virus was about to break, yet people
None the wiser ' at first he said no real
Big stuff, along with Holland we should face it tough.'
he'd been briefed then by whitty..Dear oh
Dear, three weeks on the tone was changed
To science he'd listen.' Pray come again.?
He caught bad covid He got laid low, said
Once better I'm now immune, and his mask did throw..' Oh
Naughty boy the 'experts pounced' his new
Found freedom in public he renounced, the
Pharmacy groups, exhaled a sigh' cash was
Flowing newscasters cried.' Children scared
Playgrounds closed, £8000 per covid death nhs
Were paid, so back to today He's waving bye
But what was truth? and were there lies? well
Rules and parties We've heard of much, but I'm
Not convinced (that it was such) such a scandal
If You'll look through the list of events think of
Cummings and Flemming too train rides at large
And lovers under cover they knew the game
Then dear sisters and brothers.'
A seismic surge is gathering pace, propelling a wave
Of multi faces many creeds, diverse street cred.
From public also of private ed' facets shimmer
Thoughts Intense myriad humankind immense.'
Mainstream channels pour out scorn, early morning
To midday lies take form, pushing into night time TV
And radio, dangerous anti-vaxers rabid foes..'
Yet when the millions gather wherever? One fact is so '
But You'll hear it from them never ! No all points bulletin
On the crazy folk that have escaped those penitentiary yokes
Or from their social workers..' I find it so scary.)
Cause this means the protesters (must be sane.')
If You'd consider if fairly.? And in the main !
How many square feet are required
To hold all of your stuff?
Will five thousand, six hundred do it?
Or will two hundred be plenty enough?
I thought about this the other day
When I was surveying my various collections,
And wondering what becomes of a rich man’s stuff
When they wind up in a house of corrections!
How much of their stuff do they allow them to bring
I’m sure the accommodations are not that spacious,
If it were me, what would become of my stuff
Would a storage unit be big enough, good gracious?
I am sure some people who regularly break the law
Must have this concern, at least, I think they would,
And if they don’t, then they certainly should
For having enough room for all of one’s stuff
Is a very important consideration
And yes, I think a lot would depend on the duration.
written August 2, 2021
Considering whirligigs, how they spin,
While I, I sip on my ginger and gin
Awaiting the next miracle my way,
While my hair turns ever so gray
Thinking about small wonders now,
And asking myself, quietly, “How?”
FOURTH PLACE WINNER
written July 6, 2021
for "Bite Size Poem No. 11" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
The ideal personality one would like
just to be who you would like to be
so many traits that fit your frame
but only one is what you are to see
Considering myself to be myself
probably not many changes to make
not that I'm perfect or anything like it
but have a real contentment, not a shake
Look around at other people
see them in their modern attire
seeking to please all around
I think what's the point, it's just a liar
Also, like being quiet and reserved
not liking pushing myself very far
love being laid back and super cool
succumb not to pressure just be a star
I've got an independent streak
like doing things on my own
not always being at my best
but do love an ice cream cone!
(I have written what my ideal personality really is and how close I may be to that image)
J-ust
O-bserve
R-ighteousness
I-n
C-ool
A-crostic
A-s
R-eaders
A-re
R-eally
A-mazed
C-onsidering
A-nother
P-oem
Topic: Birthday of Jorica Araracap (March 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
solving illetracy
removing obduracy
Go ahead and
Flare up, scare up, even try to tare up
The seed in the ground
But soon you'll see
The sprout, wondering about, even a horrible draught
To show it's been found
.....in LOVE
Many hit against
A wall, trying to appall,the idea of The Fall
In the horrid flesh
But the spirit
Has produced, a tool that's loosed, and enduced
Unproductive labor to rest
...in Peace
Mind systems of fear
Can still inject, try to infect, move to reject the effect
Of the connection
But intimacy
Has stripped, gripped and tipped the soul
To yield its ********
...in Knowing
I am held by my Master
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-30-2018
There are users, abusers
And bitter accusers
In the World of negative thought
There are legalistic, ballistic
And increasingly sadistic
In the World of righting the "not lot"
~On the other side~
There are roses, poses
And delivering Moses
In the World of fanatical dreams
There are hoping, doping
And constantly roping
In the World of sewing seems (seams)
~Still~
There are planners, banners
And worshipping fanners
In the World of Pyramid Power
There are groveling, dissolving
And situational involving
In the World of heightening bowers
~Til~
There are woulders, coulders
And moving shoulders
In the World of Imagination
There are accepting, respecting
And continually perfecting
In the World of growing patience
~Light Shining on the Darkness
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-11-2018
For what food I eat
For what clothes I wear
For what the eyes can see
Hoping my ears well they hear.
For what work to pursue
For what I get from my employee
For all labours renown
Hoping my inner substance I see.
For the dangers of every hour
For the security of the darkness night
For the courage sent from heaven
I absent myself from the sight.
For my blessings and hope are one
For in humble faith I wish upon
For common task seems so easy
All my troubles forgone.
I haven't inherited great wealth, and the only luxury I can afford is to make believe,
acting like a guru who does't tighten his belt...when will this character leave?
The Greek guru, Onassis, had a yacht and a private jet...
he enjoyed his grand lifestyle by traveling everywhere:
a hundred dollars bill meant less than a dollar to him;
I squandered quite a few of them for a foolish whim,
but the only difference between me and him is that he never
was short of a dime by discovering a hole in his pocket!
I rented a penthouse where the rich and famous live
to impress everyone and make friends...sadly the only friend left is Dave
the one I confide to, but the others won't socialize
with someone who was a fake, the one who built his wealth on incredible lies!
Don't pretend to be who you aren't, confront reality...
not everyone is born rich by turning wishes into money;
don't change yourself and lose every friend who considered you extremely rich...
did I ponder the cost of vanity that made me more miserable than a wretch?
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