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Message Received

Her funeral held earlier that day,
in her coffin she held her mobile phone,
she told him that she wanted it that way
and now he crept off up to bed alone.
He tossed and turned, his was a fitful sleep,
he dreamed of her, and things that might have been,
at midnight his phone gave a gentle beep
he looked and saw her name lit on the screen.
In disbelief, he read the message sent,
Just three words, 'I love you' in the text
how could this be? For this all made no sense
sleep left him now, he lay awake, perplexed.
His phone beeped at midnight on the next day
the same three words, same number, the same phone,
night after night repeated, so in dismay
powered off, into the bin it was thrown.
New phone, new number, that should be alright,
contacted all his friends to let them know
but his sound sleep was broken at midnight
two gentle beeps, the screen was now aglow.
Each night he agonised ' why must this be?
Inside his head, the seeds of doubt were sown
'our married life was happy as can be,
near perfect' but if only he had known
the one thing that she never forgave
that three word phrase, he never had said it
she now tortured him from beyond the grave,
her phone topped up with eternal credit.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet


Premium Member A Not-So-Hidden Treasure

We’ve come to know her on our walks…she seldom wears a frown.
She’s up early, just like us, and drives her golf cart around town.

Everyone knows Freddy…she wouldn’t have it any other way
Saying hi to her is a tradition…a wonderful way to begin our day…

Sometime we stop and chat…she loves to talk…she isn’t shy
Oftentimes we just wave to her as she goes zooming by.

She is an emissary…an ambassador…one of our city’s oldest living members
She loves to tell her stories…and share all that she remembers.

Today we waved as usual until she beeped and pulled alongside
then asked if we were busy or would we like to take a ride.

We happily jumped into her cart…for this adventure…we were ready
I climbed into the back…while Deborah sat up front…right next to Freddy.

She said she was excited to show us something…She knew we’d be excited too…
She drove us to her house where the entire lawn was decorated…
It was her birthday….92

We wished her a happy birthday…actually we kind of had to yell
(Perhaps that’s why she talks so much…cause she doesn’t hear so well.)

We continued on our walk as Freddy drove off fast..forthwith
looking for another person or persons to share her birthday with.

As we watched her drive away I wondered if every town has a Freddy 
I imagine that they do…
someone whose been around forever…someone who’s 92…

And if you do…take the time to get to know her…
talk and wave…if she asks you…sit behind
for you never know where she will take you
or what treasures you might find…
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Southern Hospitality

SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

cool wind and red souls —
the passion-keepers
of the Superbowl

couples under warm blankets
converse about commercials
thumbs up and thumbs down

inside company pokes holes
into the crackling wood
of Southern hospitality

though none can claim
this as their birthplace
we cover North, West

and Palestine. Sings Gladys
with honor and respect
the National Anthem

hands over hearts, relishing
the antique still relevant
in lovely raiment —

at least to us oldtimers
beings of not the current
generational habits

halftime cursings
beeped out, entertainment
pleasant to those

forty some years
and below
blurrish words understood

like morse code to the youth
my mouth contentious
settle it down

with black forest dessert
where buffalo roam
in chocolate form

still assuaging our team
with handless cameras
and all things red, white, blue

who knows who won
perhaps someone will boast
in pedantic poetica

2/3/2019

Balled of Carolyn Bointon

It was, I really must admit, with quite some trepidation
I braced myself and stepped up to the vacant self-serve station.
Placed my bag in readiness to save having to lift it
but a female robot voice boomed out and made me go and shift it.
After that it beeped and flashed as everything got scanned,
all items being packed away exactly as I'd planned.
Until I moved my shopping bag for another I'd be using
then 'Red Alert!' all hell broke loose,
the staff all stared, accusing.
Enough's enough- abandon ship, why let this thing unnerve me?
I'm off to find a corner shop, and let a human serve me.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Arguing With Inanimate Objects

Arguing with inanimate objects
Can be very distressing
To them
My Roomba drove itself down the stairs
The Keurig switched to decaf

Alexa told me where to go
Siri filed for a restraining order
My iphone deleted the “find my phone” app
My robot pet brought poop into the house
When I hit the “autopark” button
My car parks itself around the corner from the house
My security cameras only watch what I’m doing
My drone took off with a raven

I googled “How to get rich”
It told me to sell my organs

I checked my heart rate on my apple watch
It said “faster – you’re still breathing”

While hiking my phone beeped
The message read…
You are entering a dead zone…STAY THERE.


Dear Santa

I was a bad girl this year. As bad as Zumba our kitty who licks her paws and ignores the rules. When Ma said we were going to the mall, I ran to get my purse and could not find it. I looked in the big room, but only found daddy's apple watch.  So I took that instead.  I was so proud when the juice lady told me I owed her two dollars I knew what to do. I held up my wrist to the glass til' it  beeped. But  when Aunty called me on my cel phone and asked where I was, she spotted the apple watch and called me dad right away. I got yelled at for taking it, and now I'm not allowed to eat my cereal beneath the kitchen table with Zumba. Well, I know, I made this a long long letter but the reason I am writing is to ask you for my very own apple watch.
It doesn't have to be like daddies as long as it beeps like his. So I can buy my little ponies.  Oh, and can you bring a bell for Zumba so when she hides I can find her more easy. 
Oh and  Santa, I almost forgot the most part. Ma made  dairy free cookies so no gas this year. She says the Reindeer will arrive quicker without the extra smog.  
Ok, I think that is all Santa, got to go brush my teeth now and fake sleep.  

Love, M. 

ps. this is based on a true story.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Live In Happiness

Happiness, something we all yearn for. It can come at any given time of the day, and sometimes it can come when least expected. But if you really want to live a life of happiness, more times than not, one must create their own happiness. Every day I try my best to do that, I guess that's what makes me feeling young and alive. The littlest things can bring a smile to either yours or someone else's face...it all comes from the heart. For instance, yesterday I went to the supermarket to buy some eggs (which now are close to $6.00/dozen) off the wall. On my way I was stopped at a traffic light, when the light turned green, I let not one, not two, but three cars pull out of the Dunkin Donuts parking lot before I traveled on. There was a line of cars behind me twenty-long, so the three cars would have had a hard time getting out. The people in the cars behind me kept beeping, but the heck with them, would they have beeped if they were one of the three that I let out, I doubt it. Well, my courteousness paid off, I got to see three smiles and a gorgeous woman driving in the last of the three cars that pulled out (lol). I smiled, she smiled, and we were all happy. Then, while leaving the store there was an elderly woman buying lottery tickets out of a vending machine. She spoke broken English, but she was muttering something to herself while searching for another dollar in her purse. She had Two dollars, but she wanted to buy a $3.00 ticket, I sensed. So, I gave the old lady a dollar. She thanked me 3-4 times and blessed me and topped off her gratitude with a kiss on my cheek. Again, I created some happiness, she was happy and grateful, and I felt a Godly good feeling of self-happiness. Yep, just some of the littlest things we do in life, can make for a better world...and a life of happiness!  

do onto others 
what you would want done to you 
live in happiness
Form: Haibun

Premium Member PROTECTOR NOT PROTESTER

We attended a peaceful protest yesterday…but that word protest…I must reject it…
because, in our minds, we are not protesting our American Democracy…
we are trying to protect it.

Standing on the corner, holding our posters we wanted our message spread.
Some people beeped their horns and waved as they drove by…or when the light was red.

While other people driving by or stopped at the light vehemently protested….
They called us names, gave us the finger and yelled,
“You should have your fat #@&$#’s arrested.”

One group saw democracy in action…in the other anger was ignited…
proving, if the election didn’t already, that our states are anything but united.

That same evening we attended a concert…billed as a mystery concert
meaning the performer was a surprise……
It turned out to be a band from Australia and Jamaica …their name is Natalie Rize.

Their music was filled with messages of unity and hope and liberation….
They sang about how, on the school of Earth, 
we need to learn we are one love, one family…one human nation.

They talked of accepting everyone for who they are and before the concert ended
they sang how tomorrow will be a better day if we all used the word LOVE…
as a verb…the way it was intended.

I was moved by their music and thought back to standing on that street corner…
as we were about to leave…
and I thought it’s an easier message to sing about…than it will be to achieve

But if something you cherish is not working…you don’t immediately throw it out the door
you work to find a way to fix it…so it works better than before.

And the only way to fix it…to protect our democracy…
to ensure the rights of every human are not diminished or completely cease…
as Natalie Rize might sing it…is piece…by piece…by peace.

So the next time you see us standing on a street corner holding a poster…
think of our mission…and please…don’t immediately reject it…
remember we’re not protesting our American Democracy…
we are trying to protect it.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Last Call

Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip, 
the vital  from the plethora of logs. 

Voices buzzed  interminably : known, alien, 
the bulk superficial and unknown;
Irritated, lulled the apparatus to silence; 
urged own moments from the bustles! 

That mercy on the mode, 
the lulling turned erroneous; fateful! 
Rued the decision; the  most urged one, 
was missed like never before! 
Irony! Took the tool to ring back; came another, 
vital one, as clarion call. 

Engrossed in the pivotal, forgot the ring, missed again;
no sooner did arrive, reclined,  took the device to recall. 

Fated! On that very moment, the gadget beeped again, 
to convey the harrowing, the man behind the missed call, was no more! 
The abrupt demise of the yearned voice, numbed the core! 
Dumbfounded! how could that be the last call? 

That last glimpse! That intimate husky voice! 
Unable to hold the irrevocable;
Unruly drops rolled down from the sterling eyes unbidden:
A mere heave: could have catched that beep of the last call!
Form: Elegy

It was a throwaway


The cursor blinked as I thought about my response
See in my head it made sense
You get none of the chances of being stabbed in the back plus the added bonus of not having to buy a round
I know I am miserable but I thought let’s see if there is a spark I haven’t seen yet

ME/question.org

When I read it I was intrigued

A meeting friends site you type a secret questions

I took a few days thinking about mine thinking I might be funny what does pokemon taste like
………….why do mad people pretend to be sane
but shook them his question was too enticing ME/who…

ME/…ooowh

that was it I made a friend
we spent neon hours discussing our favourite fiction
The bible or law
Which cartoon animal would win a fight
I still contend Bob would be indestructible 
If you could turn into any animal
I said whale
You replied wouldn’t you be gasping for air

We talked dads and whose had injured them the worst
Long gone loves 
dogs we lost

People who poisoned our lives

Which politician lies the best

Movies that’s where we gelled

Our lists so comparable 

Some were new but now shared by both

Days I kicked off sweat logged shoes
Grabbed a beer
And grunted s to the ceiling 
only to smile as

ME/ them
beeped onto my screen

but it niggled me some of his answers definitely caused me a shiver.

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