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My husband despised computer class in the 70’s.
It was all digits and blinks and beeps, and the computer was bigger than the room it was housed in
By the 80’s he was speaking computer-ease that the rest of us did not understand.
He was alive with words that made no sense to us regular folks.
He was speaking of databases, and WordStar and Fortran,
Stuff only real computer geeks know about now, and almost no one knew about back then.
I thought he had lost his mind.
Overtaken by an alien especially in his sleep
When he was speaking of Jazz, a computer program,
Hardware and software.
What in the world was software?
Our eight-year-old daughter readily got on board.
Spent four days in her room, working on a computer program
Day and night not coming up for food, shoving full trays of spaghetti and garlic bread back out under the door.
She was engrossed in this idiocy.
On the fourth day she called us all up there,
We stood by her canopy bed, staring at a dark fuzzy gray computer screen.
Wait for it she said.
And we did.
We waited and waited.
Finally a little white ball bounced across the screen. She was insanely pleased!
That is what she had been working on for four days? I am ashamed to say I did not understand
That this was the beginning of her life long career as an IT, which means
She makes more money than I will ever make,
And she speaks a language that I can barely speak.
She comes by it naturally.
My mother at the age of seventy, got a computer,
And verociously read everything about it that she could get her hands on.
She too was shoving food back out under her door.
When we came to visit, she announced with pride that she had discovered
How to eliminate her cookies.
Not the sugar cookies with icing, I hoped.
Written 10-3-2018 All Dim Ones and Zeros
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
Isn’t it dreadful, you said, that you have to
Mind the pod, couldn’t take a full shower
More so with malfunctioning Libreview
BG levels bounced up every hour
The NHS has made staff cuts, optimized
The equips for type 1 diabetes
It’s clear enough that controls were relaxed
They didn’t reveal much of details
Some money was saved, some people died
Struggling to manage the faulty tools
For 29 years you’ve been winning the fight
But you lost to hypocrite fools
Who’ll never be punished for hidden crime
And whose crime will be never proved
Isn’t it dreadful, love, for you and I
To belong to this mean humanhood?
This is as close to death
is I would care to come.
I was visiting a friend
in the graveyard
under the noon day sun.
The last time I’ve seen him alive
he had bounced a few checks.
Because he owed me some money
I came to give him my opinion
and pay my last respects.
I know he’s somewhere laughing
because he doesn’t have to
make good on the check
I was on my way out
of the grave yard
when I tripped on the root
of an old oak tree.
As I pick myself up
I was praying please Lord.
Tell me you don’t have
a nice piece of real estate
waiting for me.
There was a large gray tombstone
in the shade under the tree.
Seeing that it was not meant for me,
I went closer to see what I could see.
And this is what I read.
The fact that I have never
been published, is a shame.
For the world, and the universe
will never know my name.
As proof of my existence
I’ll leave my pen behind.
For the next inspired poet
who will follow in our line.
Please consider this epitaph
as my final eulogy.
As the words on this tombstone
have been written painfully by me.
Remember always
Write what’s in your heart,
and rewrite with your head.
Describe, description
And pay homage to the dead.
Honor this resting place
and all those who know it.
For this plot is filled
with the words
of an unknown poet.
Glued to calendar-marked days --- drawing nigh
alerted that without wings, time does fly…
I just exclaimed an ambivalent sigh
since this year is about to say good bye.
Recalling deadline angst of gruesome woes
that once attacked my soul with panic blows…
how I yearned for sweet calmness to enclose
keeping me safe from chaotic rush-flows.
Engulfed with schedule, encircled in red
being gripped by own “achievementless” dread…
I confessed lack of wit to plan ahead
admitting slothful and vain leisure tread.
Resolving to savour treasured moment
and leave legacy of life’s fulfillment…
I prayed for God’s wondrous empowerment
staying joyous in His blest engagement.
To overcome struggles along life’s race
competing with self for perfection trace
I relied on Christ’s firm uplifting brace
experiencing --- in each pursuit --- His grace.
Oh, my heart, then assured with victory
bounced back from pain of failure’s misery
through the Saviour’s second chances’ dowry
to yield love-propped accomplishment story.
Hence, I still persist to do utmost best
trusting the Lord* amidst trial or test
reaping good success of service harvest…
while putting my all with last minute zest.
*Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
November 3, 2020
2nd place, "Ambedo" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/5/2020.
Written by Gail DeBole on
February 6, 2014
Updated on March 7, 2014
She juggled suns and moons
Bounced Mars on her head
Waltzed on Jupiter
Never leaving the bed...
She skipped over to London
And skated high in the sky
Hugging her friends
As they all skated by.
She had tea with non-people
In a beautiful land
Cartwheeled in outer space
Without using her hands.
She accomplished the impossible
Never leaving her bed
And felt quite refreshed
By the crisp dreams in her head.
She awoke with a vigor!
Showered, dressed and then ate!
Ready for the day,
She could hardly wait.
This kindergartner was ready to play!
It was cold now.
The joy in the air that one thinks of when they hear,
“Summer”, seemed to have gone away long ago.
But it was not dead yet.
And it would not die without first saying goodbye.
It would sing a song,
No,
More of an Opera if you will.
It was grand in its modesty.
Loud and yet silent.
The Crickets and the Cicadas and the Mighty Birds screamed,
Refusing to depart without first making sure that they would be remembered.
They surely would be.
It was not only those creatures that made up this tune.
It was also the light and the rocks and the way the light bounced off of the rocks and, well, many things.
All those things that do not speak but that I hear nonetheless.
Or perhaps, none of these things cried out to me.
Perhaps I’ve gone mad.
It may be that,
Stones do not talk
and
Summer is not some Goddess
reaching out to me, and only me,
In a triumphantly serene moment.
But it was pleasant either way.
"Human mind knows no constraints. Without spending time or money, one can make an odyssey into the outer space and even into other planets. What is needed is the fuel of imagination." - By Poet
Outside, the night was gathering strength
How swift our lightning Sputnik,
Out running the speed of sound and light
Shot into space with a violent jerk, leaving us psychotic.
At a distance were luminous spheres
Suspended like glowing lanterns
Comets and meteors in hyper space
Seemed more like diffused patterns
An asteroid came whizzing towards us.
I closed my eyes in dreadful shock,
Fearing a terrible head on collision.
Thank God! It deviated from our track!
I looked at my friend seated beside
Obviously not here, lost in thought!
Looking down, I saw Mother Earth
A luminous ball, not bigger than a sapphire dot
Oh! How quickly we landed on Mars
It is so different from what I had learnt
Neither a barren belt of sterile terrain
Nor a rugged stretch of craters burnt
But a heavenly place so cool and serene
Full of scintillating scenes and ravishing sights
We, the emissaries from a far away land
Were warmly received by a team of alien sprites
The weight of the world suddenly lifted from us
We bounced up and down almost floating in the air
Found ourselves in a gorgeous garden
With springing fountains and blossoms fair
Trees were laden with dazzling gems
Lagoons and lakes of liquid silver
Vast expanse of tawny vistas
Plains waving with luxuriant verdure
What fun…! Hmm…over there,
Nothing like those seen on planet Earth
A herd of animals so strange and rare
Grazing on red grass in a canyon of great width
Our restless eyes scanning all around,
We accelerated our pace in rising delight.
As we were eager to explore every bit of ground,
We moved forward with enthusiastic gait.
Sudden was the sound I heard behind
And saw my mother standing near
Puzzled and confused as I looked around
In my ears her voice fell ringing clear-
“You lazy one, know this is exam time”
Rough and curt was her angry tirade.
“Again you can’t play a dumb mime”
Her words made my afternoon reverie suddenly fade
I saw my open book sneering at me
And my uncovered syllabus, a vast sea
Timmy blew some bubbles and he watched them Pop! Pop! Pop!
But one went higher than the trees and right over the top
That one big bubble floated high as though it couldn’t stop
And just before it reached the sky it then began to drop
Timmy stood and marvelled at the colours in its skin
How could skin so very thin have all those colours in
It came down low and bounced right off a nearby wheelie bin
To land on Timmy’s shoulder and that really made him grin
For Timmy’s at a new school so he walks alone today
He hasn’t any friends with whom to talk along the way
The bubble on his shoulder sat as though it wants to play
And still the bubble didn’t pop which brightened up his day
Now when nobody talks to you it’s easy to pretend
So Timmy just imagined that he had a bubble friend
He hoped the bubble wouldn’t pop for school’s just round the bend
And no more would he sit alone and wait for school to end
He walked into his morning class and Suzie Laine was there
She was very pretty and had very lovely hair
She said I like your bubble, I don’t know if you’re aware
This desk isn’t taken, why don’t you pull up a chair
The bubble on his shoulder did a funny little hop
It landed on his desk and and made a funny little ‘Plop!’
He and Suzie giggled as it hopped and didn’t stop
But can a bubble smile?
This one did
and then went Pop!
How fortunate I am that your arrow–
which would otherwise rip caverns
through obsidian–met the other end
of my heart with so little as a keyhole.
How blessed I am that my love now seeps to the sound of a soothing pulse.
In sync with honey swimming over a rounded edge in lazy drizzles.
Carrying warmth as it flows past an ivory crib cradling breath.
But, oh, dear Cupid,
how cursed you made me when
my love finally reached the fence
of another's heart, and bounced back
not in the way
that a calm lake reflects the sun's smile,
but as if my affection were a stone
returned to shore by crashing waves,
reminding sand of the border between land and sea.
I accidentally let one loose -
I was tipsy and had no excuse
It happened at the rare breed’s zoo
When I decided to cuddle a cute kangaroo
As I crept into the fenced off enclosure
I struggled to maintain my composure
The joey leapt past me, I just couldn’t stop it
as it bounded away like a flaming rocket!
I tried to catch it by grabbing hold of its tail
but I slipped on a grape, and let out a loud wail
I could see the joey bounce away into the distance
It was clear I needed professional assistance
I got the attention of the kangaroo warden
She turned on me like a demented gorgon
and shouted at me, the air turned quite blue
as we both chased after that small kangaroo
The footloose joey demanded more intervention
His keeper spluttered words too rude to mention
The kangaroo bounced away at lightning speed
We needed to ensnare it, the keeper decreed
We were joined in the chase by the local vet
who used a long pole, on the end was a net
He managed to place it over the joey’s head
Soon joey was captured and locked in his shed
I tried to apologise until I was puce in the face
But they wouldn’t listen, said I was a disgrace
As a result of my action I’m banned from that zoo
I guess I won’t get to cuddle a baby kangaroo
I accidentally let one loose Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
7/7/18