Long Cursor Poems

He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoking, yet undeterminate in any reason with...

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., 
which I can prov-olone huck curd 
(within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem!

Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably
burst asunder at the most inconvenient
opportunities such as...

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Loving my refurbished fifteen inch mid 2015 Macbook Pro

A lightning fast machine
purchased three days ago
now comfortably nestling with
said technological wonder,
where outside a cold wind howls
measuring windchill factor of five below
allowing, enabling and providing me
an opportunity...

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I spend my nights playing with words.
I use them, and they use me.
We are a match, and when we work together,
we create magic. 
But there are nights like these,
where words fail me. 
They offer up...

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Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen

Ma wink'n and blink'n
     mind nod yet awake,
     nor insights keen,
asper ho hum usual, this
     (day-glo bull leave
 ...

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We are living in a high tech society
This 21st century of man's dwelling on earth
The planet growing smaller
Communication concludes the quest to know the unknown
We speak to people on the farthest latitudes
The people of the...

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Technology's 
necessity, without it 
we would die, it's 
fascinating really 
how computers run 
our lives,

the tapping of the 
keyboard and the 
clicking of the 
mouse, it's gotten 
so that folks don't 
even have to leave...

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Of My (Lenovo External) Computer Screen

Within mere nanoseconds,
     (or less than an instagram ming
     kickstarter reddit snap,
     chat ting shutter
   ...

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Technology's necessity, without it we would die, it's 
fascinating really how computers run our lives,

the tapping of the keyboard and the clicking of the 
mouse, it's gotten so that folks don't even have to 
leave...

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Saturday's Pub garden,
 littered with a thousand twisted cigarette butts,
 the scattered smouldering tombstones of last night's drunken dreams.
Here birthed the Friday madness wild, 
thirsting gin soaked mind of child,
 like infant nourishment craved consumed,
...

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I cannot write and have no reason why.
It has been nine days since I penned one.
I cannot just stare on my computer and look
at the blinking cursor telling me to start typing.

Time is ticking and...

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Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *...

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Found me raised
     in the Antebellum South
     born an academically gifted
     whip smart, (and any other
     apropos) above average...

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Into what wisp of cloud or clod did my poem flee?
Into what minuscular pinch of diaphanous, free-floating empyreal, stratospheric air did my figurative furled parchment disappear?
Where are those poignant yet comic, yet weird and allusive...

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We went headlong into Joshua Tree,
      the four of us.

Flower maps, Del Taco stops, cigarette butts, and Steel Kettle
      armed us through the hot desert...

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Im married to writing 
but I'm cheating on her with music. 
Both of them give me the release I need 
but music is like the light to my cigarette
An ointment made just for my soothing...

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How much is an idea worth - 
enough to make you poor?
What if you found the ultimate
that shook you to your core?

Suppose it took a thing you hate
like struggling with planks,
and sneakily turned it to...

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right here, now, as i type,
characters are getting 
that sinking feeling of 
their own digital oblivion

i am typing in my "working" file,
the one where i always start out with 
a few words or lines i...

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A broken heart

An indescribable emotion
A feeling that is hard to accept 
I am a victim of this venom
The pain it bears give one no pleasure

It feels like a cursor going through your heart
You feel like...

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Mocking me with added pressure
I see your annoying blinking gesture
The line that waits to lead my thoughts
Tumbled freshly-born squirming tots

Like any infant much care you take
Grooming and pampering till presentable you make
Shrieking loneliness at darkest...

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This bewildering computer of mine just gives me fits!
I panic when the consarned thing goes on the fritz!
I peruse the baffling manual but that doesn't help me any.
It might as well have been written in...

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My Category Box

My category box is not opening up completely
And now never ever neatly or oh so sweetly
I have tried to around search and peck
Caused my mind to become a complete wreck.

Any suggestions out there...

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It would be nice if cursor would be forced to stay on poem you are writing.
It would be nice if I knew the names of each person who just read my poem.
It would be nice...

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 PROZAC IN MY HARD DRIVE 

I put Prozac in my hard drive you can't imagine my regret.
Now, the cursor finger flips me off, the arrow shakes and sweats.
There are incoherent sentences on the address...

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THE ROSEBUD ROUSEABOUT 
                   
[ These days when Poets are unsure of spelling, they turn  to...

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