sad rant
This day, when you know this day will be like the prior day
When you wake up and the dream you dreamt was dull
as the day ahead and your breakfast is an apple and coffee
drunk from the same mug your wife gave you last Christmas.
When you wake up and find the truth is relative belongs to
the receiver and the only show in town are propaganda
relentlessly called from every news outlet till your head spin
When you know, everything you write has been written before
better than your pitiful efforts that are fuzzes of great people
musings through the ages.
Yet here you are in a world where you are out of toothpaste
the water in the shower is lukewarm, and where is the towel
I have soap in my eyes, am I, like the man, who fought windmills
doomed to think I can make a difference?
Categories:
fuzzes, absence, allusion, anti bullying,
Form: Blank verse
Buzzes and Fuzzes
If it hadn't been for all the buzzes
We wouldn't need all of the fuzzes.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
fuzzes, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Sunshine's like warmth, an inviting glow
No jacket today let's play, let's go!!
Retreat, retreat it's cold!
Child looking outside bold
Coolness and shivers hear the wind blow.
Cocoa and warm fuzzes so much fun
The deceptive glow of the bright sun
Had an ill pill effect
On mom's total affect
No alone time today--it is done!
For John Moses Freeman's double limerick contest and all the mom's that have been
stuck inside with energetic children on bad weather days.
Categories:
fuzzes, childhood
Form: Limerick
Brilliant light beaming,
Casting rays upon the Earth,
Dust particles shine.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/15/09
Categories:
fuzzes, nature
Form: Haiku
Transearth void,
Darkness imaginary,
Interior cosmic system captivated,
Single box frame.
Triumphant numbers,
Cloning the blackish infinite.
Mastering image star-breath.
The two,
Ones and Zeros governed.
Rush flight,
Conquering wars over the other in submitting power.
Shooting stars four & nine,
Entering,
Burning in the azimuth of symbols.
Entire data found in the palm size briefcase.
Computer smiles,
"Having all the solutions in me. Give me your best thoughts, please!"
Fingers speak of an answer by keyboard questioning.
Entering but two;
Live-
Love-
Silent pause,
Screen fuzzes white,
Spectacle light of confusion,
Crushing nonsense,
Meltdown of incomplete facts.
Up in and smoked out.
Than,
Resting in peace,
In graveyard software.
Not even Bill Gates prepared for this coming day.
Saying a little prayer from my lips.
My heart's eyes opened-
"Wow!"
Looking up,
"My God!"
"How do You still live in one piece?"
Categories:
fuzzes, science, prayer,
Form: I do not know?