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it's quite good actually
Jericho likes it -
but i'm struggling not to giggle
as i lie on the bed in the middle
of the night
my wife is not giggling
she is asleep
but i am certain i heard giggling
through the wall
yes, the neighbours are giggling
both of them
i look for the saw
because i want to join them
through the wall
and we can giggle together
it takes forty minutes
i'm through the wall
and the portal
leads me to the giggling
she's tickling the dermatologist
i look back through the excavation
i tiptoe back in
and i wake up my wife
and after twenty minutes she giggles with me -
until she sees the space in the wall
we stare at it from the bed
i burp loudly
what a time to be alive
Do the dancing shadows of the swaying trees
make me grasp that all the shrilling fowls
have gone to rest and dusk will increase fears...
not until a stomping phantasmal image prowls!
A swift phantom stalks me,
I worry that it'll harm me;
if phantoms incessantly haunt
and infuse fear in the faintest
of heart...will his groans taunt?
I don't look back and rant!
Are other phantoms down the murky
path where owls stare and coo strangely;
Even they are frightened and seem frail,
and seeing me run they scatter over the trail;
I show goosebumps on the arms and face
as the unyielding ghost keeps a fast pace.
Has this happened to a nightwalker seeking loneliness
who likes to stroll and reflect on the awesomeness
of such infinite universe for us to own tomorrow?
Has someone felt the urge to explore and not fear
a crawling sound, or the shabby wanderers that leer?
If I stop thinking of that swift phantom stalking me,
I lose the sense of imagination that nature isn't too safe...
instead it must thrill me and connect me to enchanted silence
and to God who promises His protection whenever I may be.
I thought I was laughing
When I was only crying
And I was trying to breathe
But found myself choking on my tears
Swimming in my fears
Too much stress
I know I’m a mess
But I don't know what comes next
Because all I am
Is not yet determined
And I think it would be easier
If it were just already set
No choice to make
Too much freedom suffocates
WHAT?!
I'm supposed to know who I am already!?
Who i want to be
Forever?!
Say I can't keep living in my dream
And life ain't as it seems
Well yeah, I know, I see that
But it's SO much easier living in my fantasy
Because in that dream
She likes who she is
How she walks, what she says
And that mirror doesn't make her wish she were dead
Her confidence is killer
But I just want it to kill me
Because this is not who I want to be
And I need to sleep
Get out of my head
Take a breath
Get some rest
I know what I need
I'm just
Hard to please
Because I should be happy
No, not because I deserve to be
But because I don't deserve to be sad
You win
If it's a competition
no, I shouldn't be sad
It's just self inflicted
See, but that's just the human condition
If we have nothing else to feel
We try to make the lies seem real
Give us something to hate
So it's not ourselves we're forced to obliterate
The Beaver
Wally Wally Wally
just look at how you've aged.
You've come a long long way
from back when Beaver raged.
It seems that you have done real well
the whole world's proud of you.
I posted your picture
it done better than my poems do.
Everybody knew your name
their temperature stated to rise.
All the ladies seemed to love
just looking in your eyes.
Likes were coming off the charts
while my poems remained hid.
Today you hurt me way more
than the Beaver ever did.
So I devised a plan
to put my poems on track.
I'm posting your pictures
to get my people back.
I hope it's not a bother
and I hope that you don't mind.
If you should stumble on my page
and it's your face that you find.
I hope that you found true love
and I hope you never leave her.
As I sit here alone
watching re-runs of the beaver.
Edwin C Hofert
day begins with digital clock buzzing
I rise slowly and turn on the TV
that's my 50" HD
I check the world news first
my HD digital box scans them all
next it is time for breakfast and cafe
so I make some eggs in the microwave
cafe comes digital
and toast comes the same way
now, I am ready to check my cellphone
enough news, so pick up the converter
click, click oh yes some home renovations
later I click on the show master chef
now time to check face book
likes, hearts, and messaging
oh, fun to be connected to the world
time to turn on my Samsung computer
click on zoom for some cardio fighter
big punches and kicking
next zoom zumba dancing
it is time to check out poetrysoup
contest wins, contest, poems of the day
comments received, blogs, mail, and comment
write poems beautiful
click, click, click and posted
I then surf the interconneted web
google is like my very best, best friend
my reference to world dictionaries
image inspirations
amazon books, and stuff
yes each day of my life is digital
"oh, forgot about my digital camera"
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February 11, 2022
Poetry/Verse/connected to possibilities
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1429-463-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Let's Explore Digital Technology
sponsor, Simon Rogerson, Judged 03/20/2022
Honorable Mention
I remember it well that October night
Meteors aligned tipped like candelabra lights
I'm sitting in my outhouse under a hakka lantern
Yea, in Guangxi Province, pending storm concerns
Kinda spooky feeling magnetic electric zipping
Need to lay of the 'Jacks' feels like I'm tripping
It's like a potion to me, it brings me to likes edge
Thankfully the 'Moor' in me, saves me from the ledge
Wow, crash boom bang, thunder clap new, mun!
Blimey, bloody broom noisy, just like my neighbour
Erratic lightning laylines break open Eastern skies
Suddenly a shadow in the corner, and I ff'ing swore!
My legs aren't even moving but this misty fog lures I
Bleary eyes focusing at, at, this Succubus, she
On the Radio 'Wake me I am dreaming' by the 'Love Affair'
Minds guising disguising, just what is 'Jacks' streaming
I awake in the morn, wondering what went the night before
Elves, Goblins, Fairies or could it be the Jinn Genie!
Blimey if I was worth my weight in salt, I'd go to church
But if I told this story when younger, I'd sure have got the birch.
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
Capitalism is the key to how our engine’s stoked.
The rich swap hats and argue that they know what’s best for folk
The corporations buy House and Senate, then they sit back and gloat.
Election laws guarantee the wealthy keep their poke,*
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
We have the vote, they say and so Democracy makes us free
But surely they’ve not bamboozled the likes of you and me.
We know to vote is useless since money’s the only key
Justice takes a back seat to political debaucheries.
Like we believe they're different what do they think we smoke?
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
* Poke - a pouch or bag used by a cowboy
to carry his "possibles" (small personal items).
(Derived from the French word poche, meaning a pocket or bag.)
Also used as cowboy slang for sex.
You told me today, I'm
Egocentric
Instead of taking my side
You're against me all the time
That's what it's like to be with
someone
Who likes to fight
You came out of the Marines
with something to prove
I lost my best friend years ago
I thought my new One was You
But maybe I was wrong
In thinking you were on my
side
I can't tolerate how mean you
get
Or your selfish pride
Every day we are together
I die a little more inside
And my friend's memory fades
in my heart
As I become someone else
Than Who I wanted from the
start
All I desired was a new best
friend
Someone to Love and accept
me
To be with me Till the End
Someone to hold me
And comfort me at night
Not someone who belittles me
And makes me feel I'm never
Right
Maybe I can be chatty &
dominant too
I know I've been sensitive since
childhood
But before I met you, I liked
Who I am
Maybe what I need
Is a stronger Man
Zooming around the room in wheel chair-moves
our child greets us by his beeping toy’s cheer
allowing pets to bark and meow freely.
Gesturing to hush us midst vibrant shhh
our son mumbles his morning prayer list
murmuring our names, gasping in between.
Then he enjoys yummy breakfast crunches
gulping milk and slurping yoghurt gladly
thanking Mom for sizzling eggs served with bliss.
After gargling menthol-flavored mouthwash
he likes warm splashes in his awesome bath
concluded with spray of baby cologne.
His learning zest includes snapping fingers
clapping hands, stomping feet, and zipping bags
while perfecting oinking and quacking sounds.
He watches revving cars in racing spree
ecstatic with the frenzy howling crowd
screaming that blends along screeching vroom-vroommm.
In animal shows, roaring beasts startle him
but he’s glued to hissing asps, hatching eggs
and calmed by chattering, chirping birds’ choir.
For play time, he’s popping balloons with glee
jingling keys in counting one up to ten
as well as ringing old phones and gadgets.
Mindless of pattering rain upon roof
he conquers boredom with clanging cymbals
Strumming ukulele till he gets tired.
Needing rest, he expects my humming mirth
of sweet lullaby against clock’s ticking
as I thank God for heart that throbs with love.
Borrowed I’ve pain, pills on credit,
Ever since, I feel not so fit.
When all get drenched, welcoming rain,
The parched me waits home, you to greet.
Should rain come on time, ends the wait,
You come not, my heart stays unlit.
Oh how to muse, metaphors fail
And fall flat failing to well fit.
Cornucopia, nor copious kit,
Pleased I’m with your flitting self’s bit.
Let world cheat with chit funds and likes,
Your mere shadow shall my need meet.
If not, in this world of audit,
Who'd do my ghazals some credit?
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Ghazal |12.11.2021| life, love