Your spirit comes to read my lines
It shines within the images of yours
You look after the two of us
In silent eloquence, it grows
Like the blue hyacinths that bloom
In spring, I think it was last year
And there we sit in our room
In time, that cannot disappear..
I am a world traveller.
I am a reputable cartographer and explorer.
I grand-fathered Google Maps.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Remember to warm up before you start dancing with your cat
It'll be a late night, the concert won't end till around 10 so we'll start dancing sometime around...
It was so strange, but one of my favourite memories, that this song should just compel us to leap up and start dancing
We'll all get very very drunk, start acting quite lewd, try and pull the barmaid, start dancing like monkeys
Immediately, visions of sugar plums start dancing in my head. Open cab pumpers are IT!
A bunch of lady boys come up to you and grab your hand and try to start dancing with you
Do not expect to start dancing Tango Nuevo earlier than in 12 months of hard work
I love that song! "Cha Cha Slide". Download it then start dancing
Google is stabilizing, and the bots seem to be done with their full-crawls. Google is now ready to start dancing
But before the mice start dancing on the table: I will still be reading your blogs
I don't see little girls just start dancing in the middle of a parking lot on a daily basis
Descriptions of the bikini-clad women who start dancing erotically
I mean, come on dude, get out there, start dancing
My brain is flooded
I feel so worn
I’m always tired
My mind is torn
Too many options
Not enough time
I struggle
But it’s in my mind
I’m here and there
I’m happy, I’m sad
I’m never both
But I’m always mad
Many emotions
In my head
Most times I think,
“I’m better off dead.”
It hurts to think
So I push it down
But it builds up
Into something …
…I can’t turn off
Maybe I’m sensitive
Maybe I’m soft
I try to tell people,
But they blow me off
Google Search,
“What to do…
…when I’m always blue?”
Passing years and Google
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general
Old age is not for the insipid, we who are classified as old suffer joint pains and have legs unwilling to carry us around
Our minds are not as old as our bodies we have tons of experience to divulge, the politics of today have happened before, we know
Is there or should, there be a cutoff point to life
Say at 75 but we old think 75 is young, I even had girlfriends back then, who thought I was handsome; they should see me now!
I feel resentful, that Google in its hunt for
Fake accounts have singled me out after twenty years of loyal service
Thee art of hacking into phone's for Google photos my stalkers hacked in my families computer exposing documents medical records surgeries ect. be careful storing files this could become dangerous I was forced to change passwords email creating several accounts to prevent hacking these stalkers actually sent your private audience to public in order to stalk other family members stay safe stay vigil photos of my injuries my husband’s surgeries my children surgeries taken decades ago for medical research exposed senseless stalkers home computers are for storing medical records photos for future surgeries skin graphs plastic surgeries stem cells bone cancer go fund me caring bridge including hospice to be faxed to doctors to save lives stop hacking into personal medical information University of Queen Mary Syria Dubai Pakistani people Indian Medical University
Hey dear Google
I'm a little bit lost
would you mind to help me?
you're better than God
you have all the answers
you know all the plots
tell me dear Google
where should I go?
Jessica
Where should I zoom to, perhaps to the Moon,
And on my way will juggle with millions of stars,
I have whispered to a Comet passing by real soon,
To please pick me up, as i plan to visit Mars.
Most of all I want to feel the star dust on my face,
And hear choirs of angels as they upon me gaze.
My wish upon a star,
To swim in the Milky Way,
I long, to be in the Galaxy,
I dream of such a day,
I want to feel the sands
Of Mars, run through my hands,
Hope to see shooting stars, and also Meteoroids,
But terrified to see a hurtling Asteroid,
Wish to explore many other Galactic planets,
Google, my best friend right from the start,
Though neither of us sure of the stratosphere’s
Patterns, so advised to be sure, to take with me a jacket.
Searching
With Google
Is a perpetual
Desire for
Knowing something
Not presently known..
Search engines
Providing millions of
Opportunities for
Masking of the
Freedom of
Not knowing...
Too many times,
I’ve felt left behind.
We let the blind,
Lead the blind, into empty minds
Stuck thinking…..
Without any idea what can be,
At least it sounds good.
Stevie Wonder piano keys
Feels even better when I can’t see.
Out Shining them like Jack Nick
As good as it gets,
Remember when we used to question things.
The internet made you forget.
Everything you had to know,
In one ear, out it goes.
No matter the name,
Still smell a rose.
If you have to ask google,
You’ll never know.
Google has replaced my doctor now.
I try to get up and my back screams YOW!
I have to think about it, every move is an ouch.
I want to climb back into my mother’s safe pouch.
But she is safely tucked away in heaven now.
And I am stuck in this world where an ow is an OW.
My back is shrieking with every flicker and move.
I am no longer able to dance, shake it or groove.
Googling back pain for my age is sobering I’ll say.
No matter what, there may be pain every day.
Because I need to stretch, which I no longer do.
I guess I’ll start tomorrow, wouldn’t you?
hostel life
you never know with whom
you'll share a room
a cappuccino
or
a piece of life
Fatima is not her name
just what she goes by
in Turkey if you're Kurdish
it's safer to be a Fatima
in Dublin she can be (her Kurdish name)
it's just something she doesn't
want to get used to
in Venice, Kaldoun asks in Arabic
what I think about the war
In the phone we share
I tell Google
I hope it's the end of Putin
he reads my words (in Arabic)
and replies
many children will die before
the end of Putin
gives me pause
there needs to be talks
a political solution
he says
I agree
but is there any talking to
a malevolent tyrant?
we must try he says
a little sidewalk cafe where
for most of the morning
we fill the Venetian air
with Arabic/English conversation
striking deep chords
about humanity (and inhumanity)
a young Jordanian chemist from Munich
an old school teacher from Arizona
and Google….
where would we be
without Google
She took a trip 'round the world
without leaving her bed
Through the magic of electronics
her fingers the eyes in her head
I thought for a moment and regret what I said
that if the world went electric, I'd rather be dead
Without uttering a word, nature preaches.
A google search may hold all the answers except for 'self'.
The watercourse way reveals the solution one seeks.
A cloudless sky, a blank canvas.
Over four million results for 'self' but none about self.
In the direction of purpose, the river flows.
The best teachers of life's cycle are sunrises and sunsets.
The moon's phases hold more responses than Google itself.
Each sunrise carries more hope than a thousand quotes.
Trees heal without charging fees.
Maps directs on every journey except on the path to finding oneself.
Nature's constituents are the best counselors for feeble souls.
Where better to learn the beauty of patience than from the enduring oaks.
Voice often knows how to assist except with emotional health.
The wind blows and alleviates the weight of doubts and worries.
Each sunrise is a second chance,
On a hunt for the input that gives an output for self,
A new chapter is cued by each moon phase,
To get to the ocean, follow as the river flows.
Mr. Google gears up technological gadget
as Miss Zoom fortifies educational budget...
oh, may God help them fulfill functional life-building role
to advance responsible virtual teaching-learning* goal.
*Proverbs 9:9 Give instruction to a wise man, and he will be yet wiser: teach a just man, and he will increase in learning.
June 30, 2021
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND JULY" Clerihew Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/30/2021.
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