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Ephemeral social media rendezvous
"Abort, Retry, Fail?"
(or "Abort, Retry, Ignore?")
essentially spells does not compute
in bobbing spongy mindscape
of your friendly martian
donned with square pants,
when he experiences unresponsiveness
from *****sapiens
whose interpersonal offline etiquette
indicative as if yours truly
hailed from an alien nation,
yet said earthlings take objection
if their overture not acknowledged
to him/her, whereby he/she
exhibits vituperative ranting and raving
prompting me to speculate double standard
beholden courtesy egocentric species,
especially when attempts
to subscribe to netiquette
yields disastrous results
hashtagging me as deplorable basket case.
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?
Would You Like Some Toast?
I’m just a guy named Nacho Libra.
I work at an orphanage.
They gave me cooking duties.
And dead guy duty.
Would you like some chips on your salad?
Where are the spices?
Would you like some toast?
With these eagle eggs, all have the best wrestling moves.
Sometimes I wear stretchy pants.
In the ring, are you ready to dance?
I like paprika on my corn.
Do you have feelings for a nun?
If I win, I will buy a big bus.
On my bike, I will leave you in the dust.
Iv’e had diarrhea since Easters.
It says in the bible not to wrestle your neighbor.
This is the worst soup, it needs flavor.
Everything you just said is my favorite thing.
Nacho Libra likes to party.
Choncho, I need to borrow some sweats.
I’m not leaving, I just want to look my best.
I love cheese in my tortilla.
These are the lords' chips for the orphanage
Gee, how we blame our culture for starting this!
Oh, how ignorant can we be!
We blame men as evil and macho?
Yet we drooled when younger over Ralph. Macchio.
Ask any woman who gets up at three!
How great it is to get out there and earn a salary?
Then not only commute but slave all day.
Pick up the kids at three, and then the kids
overburdened with hours of homework?
Mom has to help them like a enslaved Turk!
Then each night prepare dinner for all three?
While clothes in the washing machine be?
Women's Liberation~~
My, my .....oh me!
I have not listed endless shopping or sports
on this list!
Gloria Steinheim's neck and women's lib needs
a quick twist.
Women brainwashed to theif very core.
Now think its an honor to wear
pants, which I abhor.
We are far to flabby in buttocks and thighs.
Walking, our legs look like an
earthquake, Richter Scale 5~jello surprise!
Perms begone, no more pretty hair, we must look
like men?
What's comes next?
Smoking cigars in tweed jackets in the den?
Sorry to rant, but I miss women
having time,looking fine...
To run a home, not looking for
a shoeshine.
I will write later of the history of
a woman's place being in the home.
And it's close to the time of Ancient Rome.
October 11, 2019
We seek wakefulness,
What is Barbados to me?
Hot sun, hot rum,broad Rim hats and old khaki pants?
Robust men with warm undertone skin,
That blends with the cultivated land.
We seek constant reassurance from the one we love
That they will be there for us in good times
Or bad times, just to feel good about ourselves.
What is America to me,
I mean so much to me,
A place where I was able to educate my offspring,
While I work from sunrise to sundown
Under pressure, under humiliation however,
Every sunrise holds more promise, and every sunset holds more peace. – Anonymous.
We seek solutions for all the hateful people,
We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking that created them.
”
We can’t sit back and do nothing
Or wonder when the race hate will be over,
I think the Putin's war in Ukraine going after the wrong people:
We seek justice, for hate crimes
What Jamaica to me?
The place of rhythm of swing and slay
Where someone can fall in love today
And deceive you the next day:
We seek answers, but only God know
That his creation is out of control:
We seek peace and peace comes with love
Where there is no love, in one's heart
There will be no peace.
We all know about a little wisdom
But did we put it to the test
God opens millions of flowers every day without forcing their buds
Food for thoughts my poetic friend.
Be vigilant, be wise, never trust anyone.
I am a young woman
I've knocked on hells door
and been returned
I've given up on my life
so my kids may live
and enjoy theirs
I've given unto my husband
so he may lead the
family as the head
Yet i've forgotten
exactly who i am
I use to be
young and full of emotion
I cry at sad movies
laugh at comedies
drink morning coffee
put my pants on
one leg at a time
eat sleep work
the American dream
live one day at a time
waiting on something
better to come along
disappointed at life's
hand that's dealt
because i got the
raw end of the stick again
so i burn the candle at
both ends
feeling the heat as
it takes over my body
with pain
causing another hurdle in life
I am strong
I keep pressing on
head held high
no regrets,
only the courage for
what comes next
A male artist loves to paint on walls --
walls within alleys behind malls
Malls of curious and innocent people that shop
Stalls where peaceful and weird people meet and hop
Under a tree the said artist usually drops
Drops of excess oil and paints sliding from his tops
From his shirt and pants pastel colors so cool
Smeared with smudges from head to toe that drool
An artist with intricate and glowing tattoos
Symbols, faces and letters inscribed in twos
On skin his views rejoice with Gogol --
famed realist and grotesque in googol
An artist who lives in an alley
Homeless and penniless, but happy
Everyday his life depends on pennies
Pennies from passers-by and fans in their twenties
One day, he was asked to work
Draw and stroke for teachers at work
Morning and afternoon he delivers his works
Free drinks and food from school he receives with forks
End of each day the artist glistens
Thanking people for help that brightens
His life regained, renewed without delay
Tears of joy like it's Christmas everyday!
There was a young Aussie called Billy
An ant attached and bit the end of his willy
made him holler and dance
all these ants invaded his pants
His swearing and cursing for miles was heard very shrilly
She began to twist in contortion
Her legs now a state misproportion
her neck it did crack
she fell out of her sack
Now moves about with much caution
Every morning took off for a jog
One day got stuck in a bog
how does one now get out
for help a desperate shout
Eventually hopped out transformed here as a bullfrog
A young man supplied equipment for sport
To a local nearby family squash court
a girl a mis-hit on one of his balls
to the floor with much laughter she falls
In pain he declares this squash game with danger is fraught
A demure young lassie called Jilly
Owned a beautiful black and white filly
The last ride was a farce
horse bucked Jilly's flat on her ass
In a landscape that's rocky and hilly
Then a long came Billy the Bonk
A left hook had injured his conk
in bed with another man's wife
took off for the flight of his life
All the geese in observance let out a boisterous honk
A blonde affectionately known as Annie
Her desire for love is uncanny
all her clothes she did shed
too much time in her bed
She's now known as overworked Fanny
footnote Sack a colloquial term for bed in Australia
Am I in hell or just in a distracting nowhere?
I just hate this atmosphere and want to go somewhere,
You talked so different and I can’t read you,
I’m so dissed with pranks and I so wanted to mew.
You’re conceited and you think you’re smart,
Gosh! Strike me a thunder so I’ll just fart.
To think you are just dirt in my appealing nails,
Don’t be so grumpy because you’re still walking in trails.
You really want to make those plenty wrongful sins,
I’m not delighted to see your one in hell grins.
You’re bunch of boors in a grotesque pants and shirt,
Juvenile pranks are not that so funny to blurt.
Hoping for your good change is what I’m looking,
Trouble in you can be like so over annoying.
But still can’t deny that I always do care,
I still want to help because that’s my greatest dare.
Don’t ever think that I over dislike you,
I just really hate the way the wrecked things that you do.
If there is something that you want to express,
Cruelty is not the answer if you’re extreme depressed.
Abnormality
God knows I don’t want to be normal
I want to stick out in a crowd
You have everyone look at me
And have them ask, “what in the hell is that”
I never want to wear a suit and tie
I want to go out in short pants and a muscle shirt
Black in color with a big dragon head on the front
I want to go into Macca’s and order a Whopper
And drink a forty year old New Coke
While eating a whole case of Twinkies
I never want to comb my hair or trim my beard
I want to wear glasses Elton John would turn down
I want to listen to the William Tell Overture
With lyrics added from Vanilla Ice
Maybe drive the wrong way on the freeway
Or hitchhike in the middle of the road
God knows I don’t want to be normal
I just want to be me
With all my quirks and strangeness
So accept me for who I am
Because I am not going to ever change
No matter who or what
I will always be the best me I can be
Man and his dog
He awoke under the bed it had been his birthday
drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars
He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge took out
a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why
everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept and everything was in order; when did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear, being lonely since his dog died
Looking out of the window he saw many cars, they had
no drivers and some had open doors as abandoned in haste, but what had happened?
In a bakery/cafe he had a sandwich of cheese and tomatoes, he made it himself since the lady who owned
the cafe was not there.
It dawned on him he was alone in the world, everything
was his he didn't need to share his good fortune with anyone, except for the cur outside who ran away and barked when seeing him
He tried the Rolls Royce that belonged to the mayor, yes
the ride was smooth, distracted by thoughts, he hit a lamp-post, but never mind there were other cars around
At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined, he made and made himself a hamburger with hot fries
drunk with the most expensive red wine possible.
The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window, wagging tail, it knew he was the only one left to feed it
Months went by, life was getting a bit onerous, just him
and the dog following him around, getting fat from his overfeeding.
He stopped shaving and shower and wore the same pants
since the day was endless anyway why bother with personal hygiene when there was no pressure to conform
Deeply depressed, he jumped from the top floor flat of
a tall building to end it all.
No such luck! He descended, slowly broke down, and cried freely as the dog was the only witness to his sadness
Doomed to live forever, he laid down under the bed
but before falling into Nirvana's arms, he got up again someone had to feed the dog.