Long Clicker Poems
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Walking along the way
Enjoying the company every day
Careful to never take for granted
That time is slightly slanted
...to tick
Click, click, was that a hicc UP
Wait, no...what!?!
It can NOT
be true
I never noticed
That time had voted
To bring you new
opportunity
without
me
No one asked me
No one cared to see
If I was done being
If I was done with needing
your presence
the intoxicating joy
of your perfect essence
just.....gone...
It's over......you grew
Time tricked and ticked,
then
clicked you
Out of my nurturing ground
Without so much as a sound
Of warning
How can I rejoice in your growth
When you have built your own boat
With the tools I gave you from my shed
I knew you would leave one day
But never could I have imagined in the way
You left the home where I had provided a nice bed
to be at peace
It's that stupid time ticker
That takes the clicker
And runs you past the place
Where intimacy shares
And LOVE fully cares
In the moment of empty space
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-27-2018
The master of the living room
‘Cause I’ve got the clicker
My children, to my tastes shall groom
‘Cause I’ve got the clicker
They storm around, they scream and shout
They act as if they’re al put out
They whine and moan, complain and pout
‘Cause I’ve got the clicker
Procedurals, I won’t partake
‘Cause I’ve got the clicker
Network news lies and berates
But I’ve got the clicker
Adventure tales, I am a fan
Better sit-coms, I can stand
But mostly I steam on broadband
When I have the clicker
Reality, thy grind at me
So I grab the clicker
A stress release, so great the need
So I grab the clicker
To reset faith with simple tales
To restore peace amidst travails
I rarely feel so week or frail
When I’ve got the clicker.
Okay Guys, let's do our thing
The game is almost on
So get some beer and chips and dip
Comfortable chairs to sit upon.
Okay Guys, let's watch TV
With the clicker in our hand
It's the only time we have control
When we feel in full command.
Okay Guys, let's buy some tools
So we can look like handy men
Hammer, wrench and pliers
We'll surely use them again and again.
Okay Guys, let's fix that shelf
So the pictures won't tumble down
It will only take a few minutes
Then in beer our sorrows we drown.
Okay Guys, let's go out on a date
We can see a movie or a show
We'll ask the girls to join us
And hope they won't say, "No".
Okay Guys, the Girls still love us
At least that is what they say...
So let's just enjoy this moment in time
THEY get the rest of the day!
Does your TV have a timer?
Will it turn off automatic?
I miss the days of simple viewing and television static.
On switch
Off switch
No subscriptions and way less problematic.
Before never needing a broadband service ,
electric installation or a qualified mechanic
Thirty-nine minutes I've searched in a crazed and frenzied panic.
If you could see me now
How I am reacting...
you'd think I was about to board the sinking ship Titanic.
I've even looked in all the pockets, of everybody's jacket.
But how else am I supposed to watch my favorite drama?
And all of its dramatics
The only silver lining is my toddler's nursery rhymes
She asks for, so eagerly erratic
Ive not had to endure such noise or listen to its racket
During the industrial revolution,
Poe’s raven spoke with elocution;
“Nevermore”, now we’ve a solution,
just you wait for distribution.
We’ve invented great machines,
clicker-clankers, sure to please,
With cogs and wheels that spin with ease
and long, tired days, they will soon cease.
Wondrous gauges, invented by sages,
power-piping giant bird cages;
oh the miracles of the ages,
carefully crafted in small stages.
Just wait and see, you will adore,
hard working backs won’t break anymore,
travelling with steam, from shore to shore
is truly a great way to explore.
Guess what, you’re going to also fly,
like the birds up in the skies;
keep your glass eye, nearby
soon automobiles will be passing by.
Just don your top hat, c’mon gents;
oh, things may cost a few more cents.
just imagine the automated presents,
you can buy, let the future commence!
3 Senryu and a few Limericks
an eerie shadow
a hand touches my shoulder
....a double parked broom
shrieks in the graveyard
skeletons in the moonlight
.....a timpani of old bones
arched backs and Mohawks
claw marks and a hissy fit
......broom stick rumble seat
The Corona virus mask
creates a Halloween task
how to eat candy
even when handy
the same problem exists for dad's flask
The witches and ghoulies are running late
rushing with potions to seal our fate
if it gets much sicker
I'll just use the clicker
and move to a colorless state
John G. Lawless
10/9/2020