Long Clicked Poems
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Think of all that you can be
The power of technology
At your will and fingertips
Deftly set to sinking ships
Never yet before this day
Existed such a potent way
For realization of a dream
Effectuating every scheme
Science now at such a peak
New horizons week-to-week
Entire systems at command
Clicked to life within a hand
Any idea thoughts can glean
Born to motion on a screen
Items only minds could see
Now quickly printed in 3D!
Call a friend? Tap your wrist
Hold some robots in your fist
Never has there been a time
Finding your success to climb
A ladder of your own device
Reach up to your paradise ...
And if the tech's not up to YOU
Just wait ... another day-or-two.
They dressed it in flashing lights and sirens,
A crash in the night, the tunnel’s iron silence.
But oh, I knew—it was never the speed,
It was the order, cloaked in noble creed.
I was not meant to love beyond the bloodline,
Not him, not us, not a heart outside their shrine.
A kiss under the moon became sedition,
And in their eyes, I was the queen of opposition.
The cameras clicked, but so did something else—
A plan, sharp as diamonds on a duchess's shelf.
They watched me through walls, through wires,
Monarchs don’t forgive what the heart inspires.
He was the wrong name, the wrong hue,
And I? I was once their golden view.
But a rose with roots too deep in truth,
Is clipped before it bears forbidden fruit.
A sniper, yes—not with guns but with minds,
Their bullets are papers, pixels, bloodlines.
The crash? A performance for the blind—
But ghosts know who lit the fuse behind.
Advanced were their tools, machines cold and clean,
Surveillance like gods, but no soul in between.
I speak now through shadows, through tear-stained stone,
A mother, a woman—silenced, alone.
But history listens where power forgets,
And I am still here in the hearts I beget.
Not all royals wear crowns of gold—
Some wear silence, eternal, bold.
I always feel like a prisoner in the winter, banished from the outside by the jealous wind. As I get older, I continue to make peace with the cold, but I follow the spring. It is a different door, one covered with vines and stars, and to it I am drawn, as if to a beautiful girl.. no other days compare to her.
The flash of a disposable camera, clicked with young fingers, pink-polished nails. A yellow sun dress patterned with orange daisies. The basket on the bike is filled with stuff for lunch, sodas and sandwiches and things. Laughter resounds over the tops of trees as we careen, the children of May, across the sun-spotted road.
The compass points north
You know, this is Saturday
That means we go east
You yell to me that I run too fast, but all I hear is my heartbeat in my ears. I look back, you run faster. The evening begins to cast a spell in our town; the colors purple and orange appear like watercolor in the sky and we both stop to watch. Vapor trails crisscross above us, they're streaks across the fading day, pieces of the memories we've made.
Heat lightning at night
She's reading a magazine
Sarah's rare green eyes
To your door we go, but only you proceed. Your father doesn't trust me yet, but I tell you that I'll try harder. Maybe, one day, he'll give me a pat on the shoulder and a smile. It does hurt, I won't deny, to listen to the screen door wheeze shut and hear your bounding footsteps on the stairs. What comforts me is that I know tomorrow brings you around again, walking through a high archway, lovely enough to steal the sun's attention from the flowers.
These suburban dreams
The pink and yellow houses
Waiting with my thoughts
-For Debbie Guzzi's "Spring Haibun" contest
[Absolutely not, by any stretch of the imagination,
based upon or influenced by or pertaining to any TV
or radio production known as, but not exclusively
limited to, “Sesame Street”… your honour!]
___________
FLUSH = Fearless League of Unlikely Super Heroes
___________
Good morning children, mums and dads
On Sessy Street today
We’ll teach you a new letter
And a new word if we may
So listen very carefully
To what we have to say
Because the word we have in mind
We’ll illustrate this way
*
Once there was a little boy
His name was Nobby Napper
He opened up a candy bar
And simply dropped the wrapper
*
The jingle of an ice cream van
Which, tyres screeching, stopped
Turbo Gran stepped out and said,
“Your wrapper you have dropped
“Would we have a tidy world
If each ice cream I sold
Lay thrown upon the sidewalk?
Pick it up and keep a hold.”
*
A flash and there was Souperman
He said, “Desist from sin,
Refrain from placing litter
But in yonder litter bin
“Be it in thy gift perchance
To stay thy wasteful way
Falter not, so man with spike
Has nought to clear away.”
*
And in his wake, the Freezer Mice
In tiny incarnation
In unison did each proclaim,
“Son, keep a tidy nation.”
Those freezer mice clicked fingers
And became as tall as men
Their leader told the errant child,
“Don’t drop litter again.”
*
And then the Unknown Hero
Paper bag upon her head
Decried his education
And said, “Have you been misled?
“It is never acceptable
To litter without heed
For this displays all humans
As a most untidy breed.”
*
The child was shaking fearfully,
His eyes were filled with dread
And he was last heard sobbing
Underneath his parents’ bed
*
So there we have it children, pay attention if you will
Today we’ve covered. “O” and found a word to fit the bill
Did you guess the word today, or are you guessing still
The “O” word that we’ve learned today, is this word…“Overkill”.
My best friend wanted more; I did not. He smothered me, made me mad.
Wanted us to go to the same college. I did not feel that way about him.
I wanted to give myself a chance to be exotic, and neurotic.
I wanted a bohemian, free-life-style, devil-may-care life. He wanted a wife.
I was striving for a career. I encouraged him to go out and find a dear,
I loved him, but not in that way. I wanted to have fun.
He begged to go to the same college as me.
I told him if he did that, we could no longer be friends.
His eagerness toward matrimony turned me off,
and made me irritated. It seemed to never end.
We were best friends. We had the same sense of humor, same ideas, but we wanted a different thing.
He wanted to tie me down, to make me into something
I never wanted to be – a wife.
His whining was taking all of my energy.
I began to find his faults, and wondered if he fit into my life?
His hopefulness made me sad, his pushiness made me mad. I wanted what something new could bring.
I dated that year, and nothing clicked. They did not get my jokes,
and I did not get any of their weird ways.
I began pining for my boy, my man, my used-to-be-best friend, to my unbelievable wonder.
During Christmas break everything changed.
It is true what they say about absence making the heart grow fonder.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him now,
but this would never have entered in….
If he had not given me the break that I needed,
so I could see what life was like without him.
Everything changed on that Christmas break.
The second I saw him, I knew, and I think he knew too.
I did not go back to college, for it was not what I wanted any more.
Everything had changed. We started up, different, completely new, fresh.
Me wanting to be his wife, and him thrilled about it. That has never changed.
Written Jan 24, 2019
Contest: My friend, My Love
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Alone I entered chaos, don’t shoot, a mother screamed.
All I knew as I responded, was a knife, and blood had streamed.
My senses they deceived me, as his words resembled truth.
As I clicked one cuff onto his wrist, he lunged in agile youth.
That blade, I won’t forget it, large and black with handle laced.
I never let him go, until he spun, now face to face.
I shoved him to gain distance and reached down for my gun.
I felt a firm grip on my wrist, I thought it was his mom.
I lost track of your hero, tunnel vision to the max.
Had I pulled the trigger, your hero was kneeling in my path.
I never knew I left him there, if I did, I would have stayed.
I knew I’d have to put him down, with the actions he displayed.
He fled before I had to, I thank God each night he did.
Not sure how I’d have lived with it, if he cut your hero’s neck, instead of his.
I believe that others witnessed this and yet remained unseen.
It’s the only way I can explain, the events within this dream.
Not only did they stop me, from shooting your hero in the back,
they convinced that man your hero, was the one who would not be attacked.
Both our guardian angels teamed up in there that day.
They chased him through that back door and brought us all your way.
I never saw the footage, until months had passed me by.
I don’t fault you at all for thinking, that I left your friend to die.
In my mind, I was at the corner and not the entrance to your store.
I thought I was only 6 feet back, as he ran past, out the door.
I thought I put my taser back and took back out my gun.
I thought it was just a split second, but time was moving at a run.
I never saw your hero, past the moment I knelt to cuff.
I had no clue I ran him down, that video, it was rough.
Looking back there is no way, that more could have hit that fan.
I trust that god’s not done with us, we’re still part of his plan.
Here we go again... judgements,
Aren't you sick of going on other people's assumptions,
Hasn't it clicked, didn't you see?,
The groupies that just wanted to fit in the scene,
They didn't really care, they were about their own recognition,
They ran around mimicking you for their own adoration,
I stepped away from the ignorance, and just sat there and watched,
And shook my head in silence because it was just too much,
There was no realness, no honesty there so how could I even speak,
And I remained silent until I had to eventually leave,
And of course it hurt me but what could I do,
There was no way in that place I could have HONESTLY met YOU.
A Love Story 2
Huelva and the Gulf of Cadiz, and it was August, and in the town
There was loud music and rockets in the air. I had met a gypsy girl
She wore a white blouse and a long red skirt. She wore no shoes, her feet brown and dusty.
Back then, I smoked cigarettes- Chesterfield-
They were supposed to be upmarket compared to Camel cigarettes.
Even then, I wanted to be different, a cook who could read
She admired my Ronson lighter; it was expensive, and no one on
The ship had a lighter that classy.
She clicked the lighter a few times, how she coveted it, but I was
surprised when she suddenly ran away. I thought she ran for fun.
She would come back: she didn´t. Later, I saw her; she was with two
gypsy boys, and I dared not say anything. I walked back on board,
borrowed a box of matches, sat in my cabin smoking and dreaming
of her beautiful eyes.
You sent many signs but we failed to realise, analyse and react. You screamed but the cosmos was deaf. Had we reacted then, it would have surely raised your hope and strength.
We feel guilty, we feel bad…but now, we can’t bring you back, whatever is the degree of our regret.
I am sure, if you could speak today, you would also feel and say the same:
I still remember 14th June was the day.
Leaving my body, I decided to sail.
My valid reasons, those groans in travail.
People loved me, they would stand by me, if I had explained.
Now, I see their love from behind the veil.
I took a wrong decision in emotional upheaval.
Why did I not approach them straight and avowed.
Yes, I should have shouted it loud.
My fans had my back.
It should have clicked, before I chose this sac.
My skills, my talent were such a great strength.
My work was grand, it had the gliny, even if I was banned.
Yes, they heard me but they could not understand.
I could have, could have just called out, “Hey! Take my stand.”
Those who scared me, why I failed to realise that it was their own fright.
And I had a fair chance to fight.
There was no harm in yelling, "My fans, hold me tight. Come on fight for my rights!”
I was so intelligent; how did I make this mistake.
You owned me, you loved me! Now I see my fear was fake.
I could obviously sort the crap, I had such a wonderful life ahead and this was just a phase.
I made a mistake. God please send me back.
"Clocks slay time ... time is dead as long as it is
being clicked off by little wheels; only when the
clock stops does time come to life." William Faulkner
A lifetime starts its passage
at the first moment of birth
when a clock starts ticking-
for time is measured as such-
on this, our earthly, human, world.
Recorded in those moments
the past, present, and future-
until, one day, the beat stops-
with our corporal, infinite death-
to start a timeless, eternal, rebirth.
July 3, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Time
Sponsor: A Dear Heart
Judged: 07/06/2020
Required Words: moment, clock,
ticking, time, past, present, infinite,
eternal