I recall analyzing with some loon
Playing the role of a human being
A role my intellect almost fell for.
The fine night was about to be called soon
Until I’ve witnessed her chance of keying
All cause her functioning brain became sore
Was constructive criticism a sin?
Or was it a chance for her unplanned fleeing?
At least I’ve seen her colour behind a closed door..
Worthless pieces of paper in the bin
and on the floor
I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I ain’t no Janet Yellen.
I wasn’t trained classically;
not buying what they’re selling.
But I can blow the doors right off,
get lit like Mount St. Helen.
And if the crowd won’t get real loud,
no worries; I’ll be gelling.
I’ll spit some seed to pick up speed
and crank and grind and peel some rind
on my trusty watermelon.
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for the A Watermelon Fantasy Ride Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 06/28/2022
Compassion shown
We were never kept alone
We are our Messiah own
Centuries of written declaration
Jesus Christ inauguration
Our Creator invitation
We honor his Heavenly inscriptions
Keying his Kingdom
Blessed within wisdom
Our Faith laid in God temple walls
His words shall never fall
Our Lord Jesus Christ leads
These hearts shall never want in need
Every man should know
Our Father holds the bow
For eternity
Tied tightly
He is our greatest hunter
We shall never hunger
Known our connections are real
Helped us feel
He shall never hold us in neglect
We offered our Lord our respect
Jesus blessed his disciples
To lead as his examples
Fighters he bathe
Jesus washed our feet within his faith
Freely gave
To help us save
Send us men
Amen
My love insists
Looked within the seams
Conquered our streams
Never far apart
We use our hearts
Always helped
Honor was felt
Our contrabution
Through evalution
Together we pledged
To heal this world instead
The moment has arrived
Watch us rise
God has our sight
Honored by light
We built our bridge
To respect the ridge
Straight to our Father
Through strength from one another
Trusing the Lord
He shall guides us forward
Confidence in oneself
We may heal ourselves
Graced above
Through power we love
Remembered our journey becomes a new
Hidden thoughts push on through
Seen through the beauty of clarity
We found our unity
Keying with belief
Happiness is reached
Following through
To see as we knew
Spirit scent risen
Through this act we are forgiven
Holds no waste
Through faith
Courage through creation
We will heal our nations
Hearts of mystery
Now await me
Comfort rise
No enemies
For centuries
God reward
To help us push forward
Keying with heart
Is a worthy art
Second chance at life
Never chose to think twice
Through courage you have witnessed
True forgiveness
My beautiful destroyer of sin
Travel the world to see what should have been
Shine for your Savior
Welcome your adventure
Heal the broken hearts
Who bared the marks
Through imbalance
Find balance
Ease the shakiness
Enjoy your happiness
Self discipline
No more sins
Prayers referred
Through love you were heard
Feeling complete
You are now firm on your feet
No worries to your future
We pardon the sutures
Hard at work
Equal perks
Perfection through song
When notes belong
God wins
It begins
A crumb fell in my keyboard
just where the space bar and letter b are stored.
Couldn’t get it out no matter how I tried to jiggle
so there it lay defiant with every wiggle,
inching further down it went
with every failed attempt.
The crumbs of life
a blessing given but sometimes impolite.
It’s disappeared now
and even with my head low and bowed
I no longer see it freeing,
what damage will it do while I am keying?
Must learn not to eat or snack
when crumbs are on attack.
Those Pesky Typos
By Elton Camp
Only a second of inattention does it take
To make a funny or serious typing mistake
In English, a single letter or even a space
Can result in embarrassment or disgrace
A sign was painted on a therapist door
As “the rapist,” an error he did abhor
“Pubic” for “public” we will often spy
Laughter stifling we needn’t even try
Meg wanted liposuction on her hips
But extra fullness added to her lips
However, after the adjustments were made,
By the result, she felt she’d been betrayed
Yet, the cause was a big typing slip
A wrong keying of “lip” and “hip”
The surgical order brought the doc despair
For the tragic mistakes were right there
Punk Rocker a rebel’s cause?
Oligarchy rules within,
Emotions intact although
Timeless it seems when
Declassified, this
Exacting attention
Soon to reach out to each of us
The persecutor,
Rhythmical with opinion
Organized with intent
Yes with intent when
Enraged, effrontery
Rules. Mean while
Scars that penetrate
Lay within the mind,
Yielding actions that remind one
Life is not always about truth!
Intent sometimes wounds
Keying this into a memory
Especially after good design,
A place of tranquil light, it becomes
Frozen in time.
Only then the promise of true comradeship
X-Rayed.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Melodies of the mistrals,
Finger and the cuts,
Were fancy so fancy,
Keying the right notes.
Costumes of the dead,
Scrape and moan,
Against their lonely piano,
Singing and ringing their bells.
Seventy songs lay in a row,
Of choosing which to play,
The rhyme of the chime,
Of playing night to day.
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