Your access denied.
Tick: I am not a robot.
A system outage,
remember the good old days,
when pen and paper would do.
Captain Picard enters his quarters
after a hard day on the bridge, the
Enterprise had left Klingon space
Tea, Earl Grey, hot
The replicator whirred inaudibly
Damn it!
Cup!
CUP!
Water, soapy, hot
The replicator responded again
Damn it!
Red alert!
Uardian to us
Don't point; those two fingers now'
Signed your deeds, away..'
A lurching west
Peace before the sidings
Axis U N-powered
I deleted all of our text messages today
You blocked me on Facebook, so I assume maybe my cell number also
Which I know is the only way you can truly heal from not having me
I just wish you could have said that to me outright
I hope you find that yellow bird you've been waiting for. But maybe it'll be blue. Or purple.
I hope you heal from everything you need to.
PLR.
I am on pause,
an unmanned navigation light,
blinking elsewhere. Seeking a woman
I loved before love became virtual.
She is still there
on a website for all lost
and deleted affairs.
In that vast starry universe
of nothing much, against all odds,
I find her at the edge of an old longing.
No way to download her now,
she passes fleetingly through
my stalled and static mind,
takes once more a none-stop trajectory
through my heart.
There's something I have to say
I've just deleted my 'Poem of the Day'
Titled 'Prayer of Separation'
It was a complete abomination
It didn't deserve an award
It deserved at best to be ignored
Of this poem I was totally ashamed
Though I had no one but myself to blame
My lesson I hope I've learned
And any condemnation ~ rightly earned
Oh please
Don't keep sending me
Deleted messages
They irritate me.
Why send it to me
In the first place:
Send it to who it is meant,
Don't confuse me with people,
And if you don't have good thoughts
For me, just don't think about me.
You think I like it,
You don't chat with me
The whole freaking day;
And when you attempt to,
You send me a freaking deleted message.
Just go ahead and
Freaking delete me
From your freaking heart,
If it pleases you.
Something bout to happen, I'm on the fence;
Actions and behaviours, I'm on the fence;
Deleted
Somewhere fathoms down crosses;
Burden
Worlds bout' to burn, someone push the button;
Nukes of mass destruction;
Denominational followers;
Christians some, sinners some;
Worshipping Anti-Christ;
My advise, deleted;
People watch those "Tweeted"
Whom do you trust, true Jesus
We need ya!
I'm on the fence;
fathoms down crosses;
Burden
I'm on the fence;
Deleted
5/23/19
Amnesia, we have grown to acknowledge the
Absurd canvas splash painted by the elites and
November turned our Black Christmas craft
Sadly we been ill-treated alike bees after its
Sweet nectar we were poised betwixt crowns
About the proficient past and tatty retention
All disapprove the deeds by the elites in plays
No longer felt acclaimed to the first republican
Spawn swell his pockets yet too I get a penny
Secret services he sort to call his corrupt deed
Amend, we no longer long to chant Nehanda's
Aspirations from her grave,dust as haile spin
Now the paper gut to wet in drips of honesty
Spin the coin topflip and let virtues reign over
Spirited vices the brothers has been cementing
African pride be blaze in the freedom touch too
Again the glorious House of stones be mazed...
Nhamodzenyika's gallery be torned into shreds
Santa to bring forth fruits of liberty, equality
Savages of a lifetime to be apprehended in slab
Expletive deleted from the text
The word is taboo not allowed in the mix
For these Celtic words was once forbidden
From the Norman Conquest or so it’s written
But now the words can be said
Expletives are heard and read
For the n word is worse or so I’ve heard
So now if you use it, you sound absurd.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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you might note
the following blank lines
in which several words
are now deleted..
perhaps..
or words
in this space
were never written
perhaps..
nevertheless
the space
expresses the only
surety we can know..
it indefinitely flows
and enlarges into
wide margins we notice..
the space has retained
the secret of words
which did or did
not play..
and the words
if they played
day or night
played as space
eternally white...
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