Long Abbreviations Poems
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‘It’ is something many computer salesman don’t know exists
but our laptops wouldn’t be secure without 'it'.
‘It’ is a tiny component, vital for the stability of our computers
Without ‘it’ they would wobble about.
I learned about ‘it’ from our friend Malc
I was thinking of getting a new laptop
He advised me to ask the salesman if it had LRF
Malc is very knowledgeable, so I asked the salesman
Does it have LRF? My friend Malc says it must have 'it'
The salesman scratched his chin and looked puzzled
LRF – I’ve never heard of ‘it’, are you sure ‘it’ is vital
I persisted and said Malc had insisted my laptop MUST have ‘it’
I said I couldn’t buy the computer if it didn’t have LRF
and could he find out for me…
The salesman found his boss and he hadn’t heard of ‘it’ either
So I rang Malc’s mobile
Said I had a problem as the salesman couldn’t confirm the laptop had ‘it’
Malc said he’d come to the store to check
He arrived…
Turned the laptop over and peered at the base…
Yes this one is fine; I see it has LRF
The salesman looked perplexed,
explaining he’d worked in computers for years and had never heard of ‘it’
Please tell me, what ‘it’ is, he asked
Malc grinned and looked him straight in the eye
‘Little Rubber Feet’, he said … ‘it’ is a vital component!
Now, hands up….
How many of you have just felt the corner of your laptop to see if yours has ‘it’!
IT Poetry contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
11-25-17
Fiction write but based on a true story. Our friend Malc worked in IT and got fed up of salesman bombarding people with ‘technospeak’ especially three letter abbreviations so LRF was his little joke at getting back at them.
I struggle with this modern speak
It’s as confusing as can be
Nonsense sentences that are stopped
With a colon and a p : p
Then there is this other crap
A semi colon and a bracket ; )
Do you think I’m a clever prick
Because I can’t bloody crack it
Abbreviations sure don’t help
What the hell is SMS?
Obviously for something short
The message I can’t guess.
I sometimes email questions
And get answered IDK
Please dear God give me strength
I no know what you say!
FYI doesn’t help
I need more information
And when I ask and get a K
It causes irritation
I guess you think it’s funny
To reply with L. O. L
Damn you bastards with your speak
Our language has gone to hell.
Persecution
Your spewing blasphemy like a teenage rhapsody.
Full of spite, while you delight in the atrocities of vulgar and hate.
Nobody wants to be your mate!
A false bravado; like Watergate.
An obnoxious image trying to intrigue the nations.
While your entire family goes under investigation.
There is no liberation.
Just a low rate politician wanting more recognition!
While everyone suffers, and the homeless community rises.
There is no immunity in your words.
People fly away from you, like a flock of birds.
Do you understand? How absurd?
We are discharging waste matter through your lies, and allegations.
As you're full of it ; standing by the ditch filling up the graves with Jews to persecute.
I don’t have the abbreviations for your biggety behavior; as you victim shame women. We were handed a great big lemon.
C.I.C.
Codex Iuris Canonici (Code of Canon Law)
HIS
Iesus Hominum Salvator (Jesus Savor of Mankind)
Abbreviation for Responsory / Response
R.
Latin words for B.M.V.
Beata Maria Virgo (Blessed Mary the Virgin)
Initials F.S.S.P. refer as
The Priestly Fraternity of St. Peter
Acronym for 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior' spells
"fish" in Greek
6. ICHTHUS (or ICTHUS)
Abbreviation for Apostle
Ap
L.D.S. stand for
Laus Deo semper (Praise to God always)
Initials represent the Latin version of 'For the greater glory of God'
A.M.D.G. (Ad maiorem Dei gloriam)
Initials are associated with the inscription on the Cross and they stand for
I.N.R.I. - Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum [Latin for 'Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews']
Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses her stanzas locally.
By that I mean her stanzas nurse patience,
Drifting from gossips to loose, impotent
Talks held when midnights ail.
She digresses from north’s steady arrow
To the rump of the south, where watersheds
Of a nation’s difficult history are published.
Chances are that her poetry would win a
Contest in a fortnight, but the era of romance
Is jaundiced, which is her constituency and
Her background for coloured matters.
Her abbreviations for the names of her old
Suitors are carved from pillars to posts – reposting
Caryatids as common sentinels on a poisoned bank—
Losing the Greekness required of such adornments.
O Holloway, read, read, read,
Her acolytes pressure her.
Time loses sense of time in its own timeness,
They warn.
That, to me, is the commonest blandishment.
I should never have sipped from her potsherd
Such stale beer as she offered on the day her
Poetry was reviewed by a proscribed newspaper.
But her urge for anything dead and horrid,
Egged me on, especially when she narrated
The murder of seven sisters by seven creatures that
Very Sunday morning when the taverns closed
Before they opened.
Holloway shocked me with the gory details.
Oh, I forgot to tell you she hankers after things
Truly, truly hebdomadal.
I call her Mrs. Holloway the Hebdomadalist.
Seven churches, seven trumpets,
Seven seals, seven heads, seven horns... and now
Seven sisters murdered by seven creatures.
That’s why her poetry is cluttered.
Full of nerves and airs of salutes,
Mrs. Holloway’s poetry thunders.
She presumes that time will, like the morning
Dew, settle on the sinews of her poetry.
(And I agree with her) .
And smoothen it —yes, time, the masseur of
All time.
Smoothen it.
Oil it.
Massage it.
And level it.
At least to street level.
(And I agree with her) .
I have a friend who I visit regularly,
He calls me Smith the Grocer, STG for short,
And when I text him, I sign off with STG,
Sometimes I add other abbreviations for him to guess,
A bit of harmless fun between friends.
Little did I know that a mix up with a text accidentally sent to my daughter,
Would lead to STG being interpreted to mean Sausage Tasted Good.
It came about in this way,
My daughter and her partner brought us over some flavoursome sausages,
So, it was not surprising that the next day when my daughter,
Got a three-letter text STG,
It was not unreasonable for her to conclude STG to mean
Sausage Tasted Good ,
And for me to get a text back that she was glad I liked The Sausage.
Needless, to say I did not attempt to correct the impression,
As, if I had thought about it,
I might well have sent that or a similar text on purpose,
And the sausages did taste good.
A case I think for a white lie, not doing any harm.
We are but mixed creations
needing no abbreviations
we all form some connection
but often there is a misconception.
What is color, but a hue
and racist words, nothing new
where does it say, one is right
Why does it bring you so much delight?
Not one of us is just one thing,
of heritage, that runs in our veins
No matter who and their skin
We are human, we all have sin.
Why persecute one another
why should one, hate the other
sure, there is good and bad
and to be different, we should be glad.
This is a world, in desolation,
cursed, for its own creation
could not we love, or live in peace
Or shall we watch the hate increase?
A period am I; you do not see
me all that much in poems any more.
At times I’m placed by poets awkwardly
before a line is finished! I implore
you, don’t disgrace me. Surely you can use
me easily. I’m just a little dot!
I end each sentence. How can you abuse
me? Try to think of what your teachers taught!
Each sentence has a subject and a verb,
but sometimes phrases enter in the flow
to lengthen sentences, and they might curb
you if my friend, the comma, is your foe!
Review things! I am not my comma friend.
Please put me where each sentence has its end!
For the Punctuation Personified Contest of Debbie Guzzi
* by the way, seems we can put the period anywhere except in the Soup title heading after abbreviations like Ms.