Thats what we are seeing.' Its going to take rank and file
Disclosure..Or maybe a recording to be found in a boot
Sale i'd hazzard' to get (a grain of fresh disclosure) from
The locked up case? Of the island predator.' Strange how
Much time this luggage has done already? Will there be a
Liable case about the case? Is it a case of its a trunk in the
Drunk tank? Sorta misplaced?? I bet some heads of states
Are sleeping a little easier.? All over the world and in stardom there heve been so few.' Movies on this.! Maybe
A feature will pop up.? Some one might screen it on a
City wall? In a very busy time ( thats the only way i''d say )
Out from the ' sound of silence?'
2024
Finally, New Year Eve has arrived.
I must be quick to make up my mind,
To delete, remove and let go of all the Apps he installed,
The things he said, the messages he sent, the words he wrote,
The happiness he created, the work he helped,
The troubles he made and the pain he caused.
Within a brief encountering of 6 months,
A fun filled relationship,
A sweet memorable friendship,
Turned to bitterness and nightmare.
My head said: remove, delete and quit.
My heart sank and cried no tears.
Nothing to say, to write or to hear.
Soon, apart, we all shall be happy.
That was what I hope at least.
What does he think? Nothing and nothing.
Message for oldies,
Fair and fat, selfies delete!
Our faces look fat,
Lard butts expand, beyond gross,
Unhelpful, to say the least!
Don’t delete me, but complete me
With your loving smile
Don’t forget me, but accept me
In your secret file
Please don’t think that I dreamt
To be cut free
Now the roses you sent
Do not bloom for me
Roses have to conceal
A question inside
Don’t explain what you feel
If you have tried
Darling, you could see no use
To come up with good night
But the illnesses excuse
Doesn’t seem right
There are more in your mind
In your heart as well
There is no reason why
That you can tell
You feel taken away
And there’s an old me
Who has always to say
Something for thee..
Removed Comments.
I understand that some ugly or evil or bad comment should be removed. But, I personally do not like to delete a comment what so ever. I prefer to keep it and reply to its writer, if I like to or ignore it but not deleting. I love to make a disliked comment visible to the reader. That's much better in my view. A big writer is big writer.
we all like comments
a big writer loves them too
and dislike to hide
Oh, God that you push Ctrl Alt Delete
Reboot with a clean startup
New direction unto many feet
Receive living water from your cup
Defragmenting this inside cluster
Causing confusion to run slow
Not to be delayed by filibuster
Scan the files which cause harm
That one might receive their charm
Within becomes a new glow
How shall we reach these youth
Being victims of misguided truth
Will they see darkness from all the wicked generations
And become One flock abandoning segregation
Reboot and rebirth of the promised spirit
To come out the dense thicket
: )
Of all the professions ever been in the world
Some are rightly regarded today as absurd
The Western Union man just can't compete
with high-tech texts and twitters and tweets
'Typewriter Repairmen' now obsolete
'Abacus Salesmen,' long rest their feet
'Butter Churners,' consigned to back burners
Bowling lane 'pin-spotters,' no longer wage-earners
But the profession I miss the most by far
is the Texaco Gas Jockey with his big bright red star
Repetition is the one and only way
To become strong in a chosen field
When you practice firmly every day
Sure results, efforts will finally yield
A happy news, time will kindly convey
The World will give you a shield
No task is really difficult or tough
Know that definitely loses a bluff
Slow and steady supplies the stuff
Working hard brings great reward
This truth can never be denied
Winning through willful fraud
Gives you only useless false pride
If heart is kept generously broad
Success becomes your dear bride!
You don’t like my politics, so you are deleting me.
How much more delighted could I possibly be?
I’d try to let you know, but of course, I have been axed.
Which is fine because my Facebook friends are kind of maxed.
You don’t like my religion, so we cannot be friends anymore.
I will miss you all of two seconds it takes to go out that door.
I would care a lot, if I did not care at all.
But this is the way I feel, doll.
There are so many forms poetic
at which I am sadly pathetic
The Etheree don’t set me free
The Villanelle, this poet’s hell
The Cinquain is a royal pain
I find the Acrostic absurdly caustic
Blank verse a dull non rhyming curse
Haiku like hammering a screw
Italian Sonnets, Shakespeare in a bonnet
The Ode, what a load
A Senryu, let’s laugh at you
A Triolet, I lost that bet
And yet the gauntlet that they throw
Is one that I cannot forego
And where the words all come to meet
My keyboard stroke….delete, delete.
John G. Lawless
©2/7/2022
Welcome to hell Silent Professionals
Welcome to hell
It's where freedom don't ring her bells
It's where the Seals don't ring the bell
It's where we kill everything and send it to hell
Welcome to hell Recon
Welcome to hell
It's where the freedom don't ring her bells
It's where the Seals don't ring the bell
It's where we kill everything and send it to hell
Delete that shortcut cancel cancel cancel
Delete that shortcut cancel cancel cancel
When the program isn’t working like it should,
No rabbit’s foot, nor horseshoe’s gonna bring you any luck.
When the techie’s not around to make things good
Ya gotta figure out a way to get yourself unstuck.
All it takes is just three fingers, and you’re sweet:
Ctrl-Alt-Delete.
When the system won’t cooperate, oh dear,
You don’t like what you’re looking at and need to move along.
If your monitor is frozen, have no fear.
I’ve got a way to break the ice. It really can’t go wrong.
It’s a clever way of turning up the heat:
Ctrl-Alt-Delete.
If it fixes my computer when it’s jammed,
Then maybe it can help with other problems in my life.
Since it’s useful when I’m really getting spammed,
It might be good to try it when I'm badgered by my wife,
Then her nagging might be something I can beat:
Ctrl-Alt-Delete.
Ghosts flaunt and flutter
Terror reigns supreme
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of fiends
Light trails and pursues
Darkness bears no retreat
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of deceit
Vessels amble and attend
Desolation’s tune is complete
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of delete
Dusk broadens and swells
Time taken for a thief
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of grief
Openings expose and reveal
Memories’ tears run dry
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of goodbye
Does the rumbling of an empty belly, starving of the body and soul
is that the spark that ignites the roaring flames of bloody revolution?
Could it be the bored and contempt obese gorged by the ring of
materialism and gluttony desiring change for change sake.
In a world control by technology ruled by information who is really
free? Thought police, Speech police, Dream police...
Convenience and comfort a touch screen world, speed fast
fast faster to only realize you have nothing to do no one to see.
Can man become gods through information which is knowledge
download your brain into the Cloud. Exist forever. Now the new Eternal.
Books of Faith that have survived the millenniums do they still mean
what they mean? Are we evolving into a steam of techno knowledge...
Pess DELETE!!!
Delete Fear and Dance
(Ode to Joy)
Many fear-mongers met at Marseilles!
To make sure all nations shook in dismay.
They used Covid for their piece de resistance display.
Schools, shops, towns all closed down.
A bunch of morons masked us, like idiot clowns.
We fools bought it all, and so now everyone frowns!
Sane people knew the score, they were not buying it anymore.
Tyrants were jailed behind doors, when people thankfully knew the score.
Grandparents are not left alone to rot.
We had enough of Fauci, masks, vaccines and elected snots.
People lived normally as before.
Masks became an international joke.
Just like those life killers from Marseilles~ top idiot pokes!
They even used Covid to ruin one national election?
But truth overcame, that mucked up idiotic, demented selection!
The Land of Dominion shall never be in the land of the free.
Health, happiness, hope was their pleasure and ultimate, joyful, destiny!
11/29/202O
2:45 am
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