The Globetrotters haven't had enough
Thrilling crowds with their magical stuff
Magic it was
Creating a buzz
A hoop at the bell was sure up to snuff
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
Harlem Globetrotters
most famous trotters
clowns of the court
and best of sport
watching the game
never the same
performers they are
they really gone far
Galaxies apart, we
Gazed into the abyss
Growing within, glowing
Gently with each passing
Game. We were wild, glorious
Gypsies, you and I, the
Gulf ever between us.
*Pleiades form
FOREVER LOVE
Margie........my one and only........Margie
love's music echoes timeless
spring fed it flows forever
Pop would get up early, make Mom's hand-mixed
favorite black and green tea, and when ready,
he walked down the hallway tinkling her teacup
with a spoon, gently waking her.
When he came home each day
he'd whistle the tune......
"Margie......how I love you ......"
alerting her that he was near.
On occasion, his mood would be jubilant
upon arriving home,
whistling......
"Sweet.....Georgia.....Brown!"
just like his favorite basketball team,
The 'Harlem Globetrotters'
Mom was Dad's whole world,
I could hear his expectant excitement
in the tone of his remarkable whistling
whenever I pushed him down the hallway
in his wheelchair, knowing his one and only
lifelong love would soon be in sight.
He couldn't mix and brew her favorite tea
anymore, or wake her with her tinkling teacup,
but until the end, he could still whistle!
.....and man!
could he whistle!
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