Footer Poems - Poems about Footer

WE TOGETHER

...Computer writes these poems alongside the me 
I am human and I write these poems with Computer
I ought to teach the system comprehend 
The common paper pages the the footer

We cannot live this ...

sharing

...pounding 
grinding 
drilling
sawdust
plumbing scraps
empty boxes 
strewn from 
bedroom to bathroom
and everywhere in between ...
a miner's shanty once
propped up 
on timbers with 
no firm...

Rhythm of Fresh Start

...Blow the trumpet, rhythm of fresh start -
Hummingbirds nectar-sing-along.
Ruby passion throat, pink beak sips.

Chest puffed up, an emerald heart.
The flapping of yellow wings, strong.
Flower-p...

Her Name Is Moo

...What is her name? We asked those who lived on floor blue.
Her name is Moo, and she is always wearing a flowered mumu.
No someone argued; that cow’s name is Frank footer Sue.
Why would that be? We ...

Lioness Enjoys the Shadows

...The lioness watches the two-footer from her hiding place in the shadow
There is something majestic about her; how would she taste? 
Just rip her apart! Her reptilian brain urges her. 
A recent mot...

Rhymes At Times

...I'm often called upon to write a verse
for someone's birthday or a funeral,
four or eight lines,
rhyme scheme of ABAB or ABBA.

But here are no rhyming line ends -
those small, same-sound four-...

Just Men

...JUST MEN

The court is long,
Kind of wide.
Bounce the ball,
Dribble with pride.

Give and go,
Watch the zone.
No paint for you.
Set the tone.

Men pass,
Men run.
No differences.
Just f...

Service of Song

...At His Feet shall we meet
There we shall part no more
So they sang at his wake
His corpse now at stake
In a box he was placed
Floral displays, music in aura
Lay he like a dead wood
Where goes ...

When Less Is More

...Technology is changing day by day, 

the benefits? enormous, one might say, 

is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 

not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 

Gemstones aren't what ...

New Year In My Youth

...by  Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

When I was just a lad, and the New Year came around
 We’d sing and dance and party, till midnight bells did sound
my hair was dark in those days, so First Footer wa...

O Don'T Know What This Is Called

...The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How rather radical. And amusing to the laughs of the rhombuses who gather wit...

When Less Is More

...Technology is changing day by day, 

the benefits? enormous, one might say, 

is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 

not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 

Gemstones aren't what ...

Estuary

...i sat on the sandy shelf looking out to sea
intensity in the sunshine
set my head spinning
i could smell the sweet scent of the sea
could hear the breaking waves upon the dusty sands
and could f...

When Less Is More

...Technology is changing day by day, 
the benefits? enormous, one might say, 
is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 
not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 
Gemstones aren't what they're ...

Microchip Madness

...Technology is changing day by day, 
the benefits? enormous, one might say, 
is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 
not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 
Gemstones aren't what they're ...

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