Long Logged Poems

Love Unbound 
In the quiet, unassuming town of Willowbrook, there lives a man named Elias. He was a shadow of his former self, his once vibrant spirit dimmed by the harsh glare of divorce and...

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If you’re a human, a word of advice
Don’t leave computers with cats, rats or mice
If these share your home but you need to be gone
For heavens sake make sure that you’re not logged on.

Some creatures...

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Welcome to a typical 'Luau' spread. The first thing that is best to learn is the Hawaiian word, 'ono', which means, delicious. It's a word bandied about before and after food goes in your mouth....

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Father’s Day was coming and Dragon was already, in full mode.
Hubby was his Hero, a true Papa, like in every story ever told.
Everyone was talking about what’s, to be, their Papa’s Day gifts.
Yep, TV salesmanship...

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I logged on to Face Book and, when my memories came came up, I saw this poem that I wrote January 2, 2020. I am editing it for January 2, 2022 as I see it.

Oh...

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Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop
below mystic blue sky,
splattered

Blossoming in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile fractures,
flagrant erections of next generation's hope
for full coloring 
perennially emerging...

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In the temple of the shadows of the century, where moments are lost in metallic echoes,
Technology has wrapped its cold tentacles around the human soul, without us realizing,
A worldly instrument, propagated as a divine purpose,
Pulling...

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Twas a month before Christmas, when all through poetry soup
The poets were writing, their latest scoop.
Their hands flew, across the keyboard with care
Hoping to create, something they could share.

The writers were perched stubbornly in their...

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666
Somewhere in the sky in an airdome is the real liberry there is 5000 computors 
for the public eye and no waiting for seating the shuttle makes a bubble seal and 
you can sit there...

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To my left, a withered lady
recounting each and every blink of life
To my right, an empty seat, Rather, occupied but the presence I deny, grown cold
From an asshole in a suit reading a Maxim magazine...

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© 2009 (Jim Sularz)

Quiet mounds of yellowed tailings and dead weeds whisper low.
And proud rusting relics telling tales of striking gold.
The rush from East, from North and South, by wagon, train or foot.
Days not all...

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© Ben Burton 2-20-2015

If I were Edgar Allan Poe
I'd been dead many years ago


Two score, no more, the poet bore
Before rejoining his Lenore


Reflections now, from sixty-five
I'm wondering how I have survived


For, having shared his mental...

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2025.2.19
Conflict of interest.
Since when did I start facing that?
Why did it happen all the time?
Did I have its meaning misinterpreted?
Was there a term to describe,
How, all of a sudden,
You felt some things in life,
Like they...

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I can't write nuttin' worth a damn on a full stomach!

Hunger pangs fuel mine poetic juices,
yours truly moost best be famished
resembling lovely bag of bones
beyond irreparable damage
wrought courtesy anorexia nervosa
nevertheless literary masterpieces
one written quick succession...

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Joyce Kilmer began his now famous poem:
I think that I shall never see…a poem as lovely as a tree
and the older I grow…the more I walk among them…
the more with Mr. Kilmer I agree

His beautifully...

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This is how it feels sometimes when I try to communicate with my husband.
Hello.  Welcome.  
Would you like to connect? 
Processing.  Please wait.  
Your husband is not responding. 
Would you like...

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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets

The Princess Anna stood
   arms half-akimbo
   at the scrawny edge of the receding bank
her Polonaise pollarded down
   to her exposed tarsus...

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Against the odds, among the brave, his class was not defined by race
Talent can never be confined by color, race, nor faith, or time
He climbed his way with dignity within a world of bigotry,
and found...

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Boring summer
Idle time and
Empty streets
Endless days
Watching cars
And spinning dreams.
Sitting
Feet on the ground
Looking down
For something to see
Music drifting
Through open windows
Words from a song 
"It hurts to be in love"
Made me feel 
Lost
Somewhere between fourteen and twenty.
A...

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In the office, he smiles so charmingly.
Saying and doing all the right things,
he puts all his female patients completely at ease.
Even the women hard to please return to him,
for he is famous for his bedside...

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My phone rings…. I answer it but say nothing as I don’t recognise the displayed number and I can only hear ‘white noise’ at the other end. Okay I admit I’m going deaf and will...

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~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~

When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!

Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree

Always...

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DEFORESTATION
~~
Topical Tree Poetry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Deforestation rife!
From copse to woodlands
And trees on their own suffer the knife!
Deforestation rife!
Rainforest to jungles,
Arboretums to parklands suffering strife
Deforestation rife!
There is suffering unseen.
To all macro, micro, wildlife.
Deforestation rife!
The whole world pays,
yes you, if...

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See the crimson sunset seething against the white
Cloud scant of history, a blazing fire 
In the salt sea of my veins, dark shade in the night,
Voiceless and invisible, my desire
To be began in her mantled...

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I have sold my mum on E.Bay. 
My god my dad was mad. 
He can"t believe i did it. 
He thinks it"s really bad. 

As to why i did it. 
There"s reasons plain to see....

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