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Like spider silk woven into human form.
gliding in the air as it moves and beckons.
grasping the metal of an old light pole.
Head turning and seeming to look at me.
I ask, if you ever came back to us again,
how annoyed would you be at the traffic?
Would you enjoy our precious cellphones,
or perhaps you'd find them an abomination?
Smiles will shine like noon if you returned;
excitement would make the heart flutter;
but you're a crispy voice of soft whispers
indifferent to feeling, or even breathing.
Whether lost kindred fallen in a great war
ghost of the battlement, forever on guard
kept alive by the memories and pictures
in the album on my Grammy's bookshelf.
3/13/2021
I Remember Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.
From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on my stylish lockers
all bore labels of 'made in China' in block capitals
and that explains thriving doorbell hawkers.
And for 'economical' me, stuff made in China
does hold a lot of frugal charm
Comes all the way from China, my granny's parka
About 'made in China' I've never had any qualms.
And because I don't intend to fritter away
hard-earned savings on any frippery
for 'made in china' alone shall my purse'n' pocket pay
and don't they play their part perfectly,
both my 'made in China' stereo and frisbee?
And all that 'made in China cutlery and crockery
is just as fragile and breakable as any other
All my life I've stuck to made in China stationery
and their costs haven't been any exorbitant so far.
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I have seen latest High quality samsung Chinese cellphones
My TV a longlasting decade old, yes chinese Hitachi brand
You can wisely avoid debts and loans
purchasing brand new grand stuff from
the Chinese land
And then to my surprise I discovered
that many people both here and abroad
tended to buy things made in the land of the Great Wall
for similar reasons: esp they're easier to afford.
Ah, I don't like the idea of squandering away
or thoughtless wasting of wealth
No one could ever make a spendthrift out of me
For that would be unhealthy for budget health!
To refrain from prodigality and unfeeling extravagancy
'made in China' seems to me the solution
Let millionnaires make-believe that only the costly has quality
for I ain't gonna buy that pricey notion!
A 'Good Old Days Market' sign seen
With arrows that point to the scene;
There hidden by wall
Of stone, very tall,
I ventured and found behind screen,
Some tables with items arranged...
Such irony...somewhat deranged!
There spread out in view...
Still wanted by few...
Remains, by new tech, now estranged!
Typewriters galore, 'modern' style.
Old telephones that you must dial.
Flip cellphones that close...
Eight-track videos...
Oh, such a 'nostalgic' junk pile!
Some huge V H S movie cams,
The weight of two five-pounder hams.
Fax senders...hand fed...
Received...in hands read,
And heaps of outdated programs!
Old Apple computers, diskettes;
Recorders with lots of cassettes.
Fat TVs with tubes,
Old Kodaks, flashcubes...
Those 'good' old days? Gone! No regrets!
Sandra M. Haight
I fork my medium rare steak
And put it into my mouth
Everything is settled and nice
The evening could not be better
My husband insists I say the prayer
After all, he hasn’t the tongue to speak
I whisper, “God was never there”
And I listen for the slightest shriek
But like God, they are all silent
In unison of emptiness
The little ones eat so little these days, dear
With their silly ipods and cellphones
Daddy will agree in drones
They’re useless little pigs…
All of my children are so quiet
So well behaved—SILENT
You are so well behaved tonight…
I eat them all raw and stare
Daddy always wanted me to say the prayer
But without you…without you there
The evening could not be better
You useless Pig…
Reality is coming.
Don't you hear its wings, a-thrumming?
When prosperity smiled
on the people of the Nile
and there was bread and onions
no Calvins, Luthers, Bunyans
could disrupt the daily toil
to sell them snake oil,
but the workers in crisis
are sure to turn to Isis.
totem poles, Superbowls, Beyonce Knowles
cellphones ring tones Alex Jones
will-they-fire-us, Covid virus, Miley Cyrus
How long can you keep
them walking in their sleep?
In the watches of the night,
don't you sometimes take fright
when you think how it will end,
the day they comprehend?
Rand Paul, Fawn Hall, Rollerball
go-fasters, phony pastors, US Masters
shock jocks, Redsox, Amanda Knox
During the investors' meeting,
don't you hear those wings, a-beating?
TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS
Have I met trouble when I met your ocean eyes
for beneath that steady gaze, I reach the highest sky?
Slothful moon turned grey, so the stars: tired and pale
when I behold your white angelic grace. . .
Distant and unfamiliar you may seem,
I wasn't afraid to run, run and catch your gleam
without a guarantee of us becoming one,
still, I pursue to behold you, my woman.
I am no Romeo nor you are not Juliet
but allow me to prove, I love immaculate...
Hundred miles and hundred days we may separate,
yonder, seasons change, my heart to you, I dedicate.
Overseas, each time the ship reach the shore,
immediately like thunder, I trip to the door
for me to send my love letter or find a phone
excited I am, the opportunity, I don't postpone!
Pity at that time, no internet or cellphones yet
so the instant a signal peeps, it's you, I first check.
My ears blush and so I am in fever love
each time our exchange of thoughts began.
Then again while we talk, sometimes, the signal fret,
or without proper warning our chats end to wreck.
Coins gone and so time on shore is done, again I want to dial
My sunshine smile not turning to the river Nile...
My heart on somersaults when they hand me your letter
like a little boy with his favorite toy, I keep it near my chest
awhile I am on reversed cardiac arrest, I confess.
Winter feeling I have blown and within is a summer weather,
ten months or a year in the middle of the sea
with only your letters and photo I kiss, I, in jubilee!
Years passed, I came home and I search your address,
my intentions of wanting to marry you, I will express.
Your parents, unsure of me, they probe too much.
How many women I touched-- I gone to bed with
for am a sailor, they thought to any girl I resort,
I was stunned but I remain calm and quiet
as I know myself, loyal to you and no one else.
I tried to woo them and prove, my only love is you.
God must have blessed us-- as their stone heart melt,
a year later, my dream of being your husband came true.
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©O. E. Guillermo
07:42 pm, January 19, 2015
For months, I've come to sense it well-
that loneliness, as none before.
In feelings of unrest, I dwell
on what is now- and what's in store.
At first, confined to home- so sad,
deprived of friends and family.
For cellphones, live stream, I was glad,
to speak to, watch them- happily.
For our essentials, I will shop-
six feet apart and with a mask.
Like other patrons, do not stop-
avoid encounters mid the task.
Alone together, when about-
spaced out wherever I now go;
in waiting rooms or eating out-
the pangs of isolation grow.
Just people walking, eyes ahead-
sequestering on streets, in stores.
Thoughts deep within and left unsaid-
pray that old normal soon restores.
We beings are a social kind
and keeping us apart is wrong-
not meant to isolate- I find
within close bonds- we all belong.
At times, I feel we're in a test
to see how we obey commands;
and now, our world in such unrest-
what happens next- increased demands?
July 27, 2020
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Isolation Philosophy
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged: 07/31/2020
Luna’s October madness laughs at the gleefulness brought by Halloween
So orange children can put their thumb and index finger up and squeeze
Fresh orange juice of her in their minds.
Parade of laughter from the west. Luna’s attention is drawn.
Masked trick-or-treaters, mothers following, looking at their cellphones.
Cowboy, space invader, doctor, lawyer, alien, unicorn, princess, princess.
Luna rolls her eyes. Too many princesses again this year.
A lone giggle from the east. Luna stares, not seeing a human at first.
What was that? Where was it coming from? She concentrates.
Sees bare movement from the witch on the porch of a house.
Is that a costume? Another giggle. Luna rolls her eyes. Knowing it should be a cackle.
Too early for owl to hoot, but Luna stares at him anyway.
It would be scary and fun for the kids if he would. He turns his beak on her.
Luna does not mind. Counts six more princesses. Where is their imagination?
She had better work harder during their dream state.
Written: 9-25-2019
Contest: Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Feel the pulse
Dawn ushers light;
Songbird sermon
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Noisy feet detour
Winding footpath;
Suffocates silence
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Busy overload
Mobile devices talk;
Choking silence
~~~~~~~~~
Dreams evaporate
Working day attire;
Drowsy loitering
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Morning temple crowd
Chanting melody;
Incensed offerings
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Sleepy eyes gaze
Blurry focus here;
Work day conspires
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Blank faces
Crowded lift descends;
Zero contracts
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Strange interface
Sea of faces;
Out-of-place
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Subtle tension
Deliberate silence;
Roaming devices
~~~~~~~~~
Office mall complex
Busy feet intersect;
Faces unnoticed
~~~~~~~~~
Cold weather presides
Mindful meditation;
Sense finds feeling
~~~~~~~~~
Pretty woman
Crowded atmosphere;
Train ride punctuation
~~~~~~~~~
Stray conversations
Handy mobile cellphones;
Subway friendly talk time
~~~~~~~~~
Shaggy dog walking
Owner on a leash;
Random fertiliser
~~~~~~~~~
Office encounters
Dance of work regime;
Busy distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Business verbiage
Action in commotion;
Productivity gains
~~~~~~~~~
Sea of faces
Awesome potential;
Lost in a crowd
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
19 January 2015
Singapore
How lucky was I
To be young at a time
With no cellphones or Snap Chat
Just a kitchen landline
Coccooned in my own world
Safe from IG
No clickbait or comments
Just my 3 speed and me
I'd ride thru the backwoods
My location unknown
No airtags or status
Hiding from home
Didn't care about followers
About DMs or chats
Had my skates and my paper route
My green visor hat
I do miss those days
Unaccounted and free
Cartoons ,Luke and Laura
On an antenna TV
I was so hard to get to
and unable to find
Just a weak chance of reaching
On a kitchen landline