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NOW WHIZ THE MOMENT TO PREPARE TO SCRUTINIZE
MY WRITTEN ATTEMPT AND HOPE MY OFFERTORY
DISTINCT FROM OTHER GALS N GUYS.
thankful to enjoy genesis of thoughts
from whence doth spring germ
of an idea, that either takes root
(exhibiting potential to live with
arms strong) when just a tender
vulnerable shoot (ephemeral as notes
issuing from a magic flute)
within fifty plus shades of gray matter
per this fifty plus year ole coot?
This need dull in haste tack
search for source that gave rise
per process to enable *****sapiens
to think doth nag horse sense
of this poet as he initially digs shallow,
yet sometimes forced to spelunk
into crawl space narrow and shallow,
or shine laser focus into a chasm
teetering on brink (hunting down
gamesome elusive dodging catlike whims)
out pace readied whorled wide net
to capture alive agile rat fink unseen
quiet as a mouse notion gives hardy fellow
(quite a chase) scurrying thru micro
cosmic burrow of Manhattan skyscrapers
at a blink, said quarry vanishes
without a trace just as quick mental cogs
and wheels generated riveting link
connecting bot sized tinker toys pinging
within cerebral cortex appearing random
as nonsequiturs conscious kinks via
distracting ability to latch onto awesome
fleeting mindspace inducing minor frustration
at lack of ability to nab (albeit painlessly)
zinc shimmering insight cognizant ability
likened to ode to Grecian urn vase frieze
depicting ever closely captured thought
process, cuz lifespan shorter than a wink
king third eye blind comfortably numb beatle browser.
Hi Souper Friends! :) I just read Andrea's blog about the latest on FB....which is a short video prepared by FB about the highlights of your life since joining the community. I had already done my video of my time on FB, but Andrea reminded me that we can share....You should check her blog and get the link for her movie.....lovely!
Here is mine....so you get to know more about me and my life. There is a pic of my daughter getting baptized by my father, who is a pastor. Precious precious memories....Also, the tiara that you see was sent to me by F J THOMAS who wrote a poem in which she crowned me the Queen....That was a lovely package I received from her, and it also contained notes from other loved ones in my "kingdom". That surely is a highlight in my life. You also see a pic of three men....the one on the far left is my husband, the others are his brothers.....Also pics of my daughter, Shereen, the joy and light of my life!
It is a lovely little movie....Hope you enjoy. Just copy paste this link into your browser. Hugs
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10152173766296037&set=vb.567886036&type=2&theater
I have
Been
Relegated
Condemned
To follow
The straight
And narrow
Path
Of Poetic
Minimalism
I shall not
Stray
From behaving
In this way
Its the straight
And narrow
All the way
From now on
For me
Straight Arrow
No more
Than a few
Words I can
Say
Its the new
Style
Of Poetry
DONT stray
I shall abide
Keep things
Straight
Narrow
Like
The Indians
Arrow
I shoot this
Poem
Over your way
Do not laugh
Nor should you
Play
From now on
Its the straight
And narrow
All the way
If you wish
Spaces
That’s ok too
As Long as
You know
Straight and
Narrow
Is still for
You
That’s the rule
So don’t be blue
If you cant beat them join them!!!!!!!!!!!!
Notes: The
formatting issues of
short lines and
double spaces seems
to be fixed, however
if anyone needs help
to fix their posts
feel free to email
me, be happy to
assist.
I stand corrected, there still seems to be issues. However, it seems if you post
in the Chrome browser is ok. I have tried in in Firefox and sometimes it works,
and sometimes not.
not as bad as when
she drunk-posted Sand
and Water by Beth
Nielsen Chapman in honor
of her uncle's passing
forgetting it had a line
in it about their child together
which made it seem
incestual and ridiculous, as if
posting your grief in hopes
of getting relief from it in the way
of an artificially-induced rush
of dopamine is a curated
yet plausibly deniable
high that every single one
of the people reading in this time
or any other has done again
and again and again and don't
even try to hide from it like
you haven't been the guiltiest
of all even if you don't do social
media and eschew all the blogs
and always jump to recipe
every time you surf the darkest
corners of the epicurean web
we see you too even through
the incognito browser you initiated
before you swapped the names
and negotiated the terms of the PTA
sponsored dance at the end of the middle
school years and—you, ding dong
who raised a bud light in honor
of your buddy who blew three
fingers off his left hand in a fourth
of july celebration of rights—
we see you too peacocking
and girl mocking your way
into the male gaze, no shame,
baby—we all gotta get it
somewhere, baby
just make sure you snare consent
before the big bang, baby—
Hardware
to spare
Software
quite bare
Firmware
full glare
Upload
bug sowed
Download
smart code
Cursor
fervour
Cyber
fibre
Password
absurd
Hard disc
at risk
windows
hellos
Wide screen
green scene
Hotspot
jackpot
Screen shot
rogue bot
Desktop
nonstop
Thumbnail
all hail
Clipart
from heart
Browser
dowser
Broadband
grandstand
Toolbar
gold star
Macro
steals show
Micro
back row
Wizard
not hard
Rich text
what next?
Template
create
Pixel
oh well
Sharp hack
attack
Portal
mortal
Mail merge
we purge
Dot-com
random
Systems
victims
Viral
tidal
Net world
unfurled
They know your face
Your body
You turned on the camera
You let them in
Unknown editors
When they asked for more
You gave it freely
You didn't know
You were a blank paper
They pry for more
To see more
To get more
To know more
To write more
You were drawn to the attention like paper and ink
You let them pour into you
Their wants, desires
Their stains
Anything and everything
You let them have it
You let them in
Stained paper
You press block
It's the end
You can erase the ink
You fight with the scuffs that remain
You shut them out
It's the end
The ink streaks still visible
But you feel their eyes
Their pens
What they saw
What they added in
You let them in
You let them mark
Disfigured writing
Pen strokes of depravity
Are they still in
Question marks, accusations
This what you wanted
You let them have it
You stamped the letter
Shut the laptop
You close the browser
Return to sender
Yet they're still there and you feel them now
It's not real
The paper wasn't there
It's everywhere
You know it is
You're crumpled and folded
No one cares
No one can know
Push it to the back
You were theirs
What they wanted
How they wanted you to be
What you became
A letter of what
Who's your author
Hidden writers of the past
The cover up with normality
The masks made of edits
Erasures not truly hidden
Is it you
Or only forgery
Sleep still ain't shhtt
It's like my eyes n brain js quit
Maybe it helps sometimes..a bit
But my very own reality is soooo much more than legit.
If I never had to sleep,
I swear I'd stay running in circles
Kuz, honestly
I dnt see the point in any of thiss
Every single fkin person on this planet
Is fabricated from 100% plastic
I know u think I'm being a lil drastic
Or dramatic
But I'm no half wit
You couldn't understand tha half of it
You'd be too extra with all of your calculus
But to be honest..
all ya gotta do is put a tiny flame to their skin
Watch them crawl and twitch n triple blink in tha fastest second u could ever pretend to think
People heard the phrase knowledge is power
But tha issue is most are too lazy to truly devour
all of that information that they encounter
js by clicking some buttons into their browser
Unfortunately that laziness kicks in when their brain feels a tingle
And they skim thru the pages, only looking
None of it ever sinking in
Dumbed down..held back
Not even close to being able to
Completely interact
On the level our brains should be at
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly,
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavil - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who whiz squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
Lord,
I’ve forgotten the password of my heart.
I tried three times,
and now my soul is temporarily locked.
Please send me a verification code,
a dream, a rain,
or at least a knock on the window,
so I know you still exist.
I opened the Holy Book in my browser,
but it loaded slowly,
and the angel on the right is on leave.
I write prayers in the chat,
but the reply comes
with an automatic message:
“Your request is important to us.”
Time hurts me, Lord,
like an endless notification.
My longing refreshes itself,
my hopes empty from the cache.
And yet,
when night falls and heaven is quiet,
I feel you refreshing me within,
like a Father who still believes
the prodigal son will log in again.
The freshest title that isn’t a sequel
appears unattainable via my browser.
Why the hell can’t I see it?
Seems I have to diagnose my
connection problems.
(Yeah, no kidding.)
Well, this tool claims it cannot
only help me diagnose the problem,
it claims it can fix it.
Really? That I’d like to see…
So, for a change, I follow the directions:
To continue, click next.
Why not move onto the next?
Here’s why:
Windows didn’t detect any problems
with my connection.
So here are my choices:
Refresh
(like that’s possible)
Run again
(I could have predicted that)
Or shut down.
What a choice.