Cordless Poems

Still Blinking III

First, remove the eyelids—
they hold too much fiberglass.
Grind streetlight into gunpowder,
cut it with gravel—snort the cocaine dusk.
Take the sidewalk like heretic communion,
metal-flake wine, asphalt host.

She blinks razors.
Stars break in her clavicle.
You don’t touch her—you calibrate.
Banana fingers, bruised and humming,
plucking vapor off the fencepost.
Storm-laced teeth.
Voice as hinge,
breath as cordless vacuum 
throat tightrope over a cheap
motel dirty sink.

We lit the penguin rodeo in her Glacial ribcage.
Called the roots collect.
Spoke in wire glyphs.
The cancer slept in our gums,
soft, radiant.
I opened her chest 
found an IPhone 
still blinking,
still ringing,
with no one left to answer.

Midnight Confessions

First, remove the eyelids—
they hold too much fiberglass.
Grind streetlight into gunpowder,
cut it with gravel—snort the cocaine dusk.
Take the sidewalk like heretic communion,
metal-flake wine, asphalt host.

She blinks razors.
Stars break in her clavicle.
You don’t touch her—you calibrate.
Banana fingers, bruised and humming,
plucking vapor off the fencepost.
Storm-laced teeth.
Voice as hinge,
breath as cordless vacuum 
throat tightrope over a cheap
motel dirty sink.

We lit the penguin rodeo in her Glacial ribcage.
Called the roots collect.
Spoke in wire glyphs.
The cancer slept in our gums,
soft, radiant.
I opened her chest 
found an IPhone 
still blinking,
still ringing,
with no one left to answer.

Cocktail of Chemicals

"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."  E.E. Cummings


It's another night... I open the  curtains
my mistress is hidden in moonlit meadows.
vastness of space inked in her fingerprints
flows in fantasy, filling a familiar fragrance.

I am no longer alone, a sea of passion tides
smear the stillness of a sedated sandy shore, 
with the moon blushing in lustful lovelight
It's a cocktail of chemicals, cordless control.

a Ferris Wheel spinning forever in frolic 
latitude of love lost in longitude of life.
hope and reality swirl in dizzy dreams 
searching Spring secrets in September skies.

A butterfly had once asked it's wildflower
Darling dear, Will you please forget me? 
It's  twenty years in tapestry of time...
You have taken me with you, there's no me.

Suddenly Cautious

A case of pretense to a reticence?
A once brave voice could make no sentence:
A cool one-thousand–words–per-minute
Politicians pushed to The Senate,
His subject of restless focus: Tax,
For two hours on Tax, still not lax 
And this Cordless Tongue would strength not Wax.
While his eyes Messages of Fear fax;
One might think he had seen steely knives, 
A wish to again kiss his dear wives…

Yes, Spencer had been a talkative,
Upper and lower lips active;
An all time YOU MAY LAWYERS CONTACT
But right here and now suing for tact.

Chicago Winter Game

A cordless nailer with ice nail
Can quickly impale without fail
As soon as its felt
It begins to melt
Leaving police without a trail

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Been Feeling Blue

I'd like to give...a quiet shout 
To all my friends...'been down and out 
Life gets better...there's no doubt 
I pray that you'll...get through 

I'd like to give...a voiceless say 
To all my friends...'been feeling gray 
Must try to start...a brand new day 
There's so much more...to do 

I'd like to ring...a cordless line 
Hope you've all...'been feeling fine 
To all our friends...yours and mine 
I've sent a prayer...for you 

I'd like to write...a simple poem 
By chance your ill...'been sick at home 
There's others...you are not alone 
There were others that...I knew 

I'd like to hum...to those with wings 
To those who've passed...'been given wings 
I've felt your pain...and it still stings 
I cried the day...you flew

Salty Words

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, one of my favorite films, hauntingly irresistible in black and white.  The sun neither rises nor sets as the words stir in the tide. Like fabric, I touch and feel the throng of poetry, and roll the plenipotentiary words between my palms like playdough. 

full-throttle captain
he ponders and tugs his beard —
ethereal sea

Mrs. Muir welcomes
his salty words of times past —
this ghost is her muse

The grit on my fingers, its mineral on my tongue, its scent of salty fish I inhale, as I tap on a cordless typewriter, my billowing blouse compliments the snow-white window treatment flapping in the windswept seaside cottage - but a dream.

the sand beneath feet
bare and entertained, tickled
by my inward muse

8/1/2019

Double E Love Batteries

Dead hearts 
only need a one-time charge
from two Double E Love batteries

A Father and Son joyous jolt
of pure compassion Soular energy

Alpha Omega waves
got Supernova pulsar photon beams
The True Light has Faster-Than-Sight 
supernatural properties

Buried hearts
only need a single third day revival boost
Love’s Exponential Expansion
is the double blessing offered free to you

Resurrection’s firmament shelf life 
is Love limitless Double E
Angelic wing gyroscopic charge
moves the soul
with Holy Ghost lightning speed

Come ride the prismatic Love halo wave
expanding exponentially every newborn day 

Double E Love batteries
will power you up  right  for eternity
Get cordless charity plugged in ...
sans the sin,
to the Heavenly Power source of Infinity

Vagabonds - the Lost Avatars

Vagabonds – the lost Avatars


Virtual Vagabonds, avatars
lost amid the teeming Ethernet,
signal searchers illuminated
in the blue light of emptiness

Hobos of a cordless conga line
falling in and out of “bars”
fevered followers worshiping
at the altars of the asinine

Homeless thoughts adrift
in an itinerant infinity
collide with freelance feelings
weeping in crowded solitude

“Screenbound” globetrotters
hiking the world’s keyboards
wayfarers without wires
confined to their seats

“Life”, led by a scrolling finger
followed by two hundred “friends”
seeking validation of its meaning
in the contortions of “emojic” grins.


©9/24/2017


submitted to – Verse Me A Poem – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Broken Wings

Loves Pursuit

loves pursuit badge heavy
love law dog felt tree bark
moon moon
moon roof
monotonic
mood swing
leaning onto
sleeping slaps
feather ing claps
eagles wings never flap
shy mountainsides rumble
time without reason tumbles
as for a bee in mouth
that
bumbles

teach me to breathe
beyond titanium
loves pursuit
pure ing
uranium
my sleeves
sewing beyond motives seen
stillness learn ing to breathe
exhale the depths
of
me
sing
sing sing
my bionic
heart strings
rip cordless
parachute
mind gliding
loves
pursuite
?

Alone Is a Being

Alone is a Being

Alone is a palpable being;
A being that will sit by a cordless phone,
And wait for just a robo call
To break the silence, and

Alone will go to the computer,
Look up that number, killing time,
Only to find  a scammer,
Alone resumes his easy chair, and

Alone will flip through the closet,
“I’ll clean that out someday,”
Alone reads a book, writes some verse,
Hums an old song on his way.

Alone stares at the evening birds,
Daydreams in front of a blaring TV
No interest in the picture,
Finds a rerun, a cookie, Snickers, and

Alone tries to focus on a pick me up,
A memory, new mown grass, 
“This, too, shall pass,” and then
Wanders through the needy house; tho

Alone is never lonely.

Socks'N'Jocks

SOCKS 'N' JOCKS

Fathers can be a neglected lot
When it comes to Father's Day,
Mothers are treated differently
In a more delightful way.

Fathers are often forgotten,
Or lucky to get socks 'n' jocks.
Mothers get bunches of flowers
And more than one chocolate box.

Fathers don't get breakfast in bed
Like mothers on their special day,
The restaurants are not booked out
As they are that Sunday in May.

This Father's Day when it arrives
The eighteenth day of June
We'll buy a special gift for him
Then he'll be over the moon.

The family is in a quandary
We don't know what to give dad,
Trying to think of something
To make him smile and be glad.

It's Father's Day, we are excited
We're sure he will find it a thrill,
Now he can do jobs he's put off,
Our gift is a new cordless drill.

The look on his face said it all
When he saw what was in the box.
We knew just what he was thinking,
He wished it had been socks 'n' jocks.

Copyright © Vivien Wade. Sept.1st 2016

Ease On Down the Flame

First she said she had to go.
Time is creaking in the flow.
Grasping firm my smooth e-phone,
Party matter, cordless zone.

Twisting, lying, spineless snake,
Open mouth too big to take.
Venus venom summons Eve's
Blushing, bouncing apple tease.

Humping in a sack of green,
Not for love or tangerines.
**** of gold and multi-facets.
Time is leaking on my assets.

Running from that musky cow.
Searching for a ginger gal,
Soul-mate, princess, guardian, fairy,
On this night of wet and eerie.

Uninformed Guest

Uninformed Guest

I heard a knock on my door
Rushed out to see my uninformed guest
But saw the glistening  shadows of my potted palms 
Pansies and colourful gerberas wafting in the wind

About to shut the door I saw a huddled girl 
In the corner of my front courtyard
***** but not weird in my country
Baffled if she was a runway
Or suffering from hunger, forced labour or abused
Shrivelled and soaked I brought  her in-
gave her the outgrown wear of my daughter-
Offered her hot chocolate which she drank thirstily
The warm food food gobbled down before a second breath
Shocked and outraged at her gestures
Thought it best to call the police

The cordless phone still in my hand 
I heard a loud bang of my front door and rushed out
But only saw the glistening shadows of my potted palms
Pansies and colourful gerberas wafting in the wind


December 20, 2015
Contest- Who Is Knocking On My Door?
Sponsor- Tammy Reams

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