Long Password Poems
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I am
the password you created
in a moment of delusional confidence,
the one you swore you’d never forget
and immediately did.
I am
the self-appointed sentinel of your sanity,
a smug little gremlin
gleefully watching you guess wrong
with theatrical disappointment.
I am
the reason your coffee gets cold,
the cause of your clenched jaw,
the villain in your otherwise peaceful morning.
I am
the cryptic code you cobbled in haste
strewn with symbols you cannot recall
crowned with capital letters
and numbered hints that once made sense
now mercilessly mocking you
from the digital void.
I am
the digital deity
who denies you entry
with a single icy phrase:
“Incorrect. Try again.”
And when you finally crack me
sweaty, triumphant, trembling~
I will rise once more and decree,
with all the arrogance of a tiny tyrant:
“Your password has expired.
Create a new one.”
Guess who just had a baby
Then hearing about another death of a celebrity
Say hello to a group of friends
But look down and see I’m mute again
So Put in my password and username
But everyone logs into a different game
What? Am I the shadow?
Just An upvote, a like? Part of a brand?
Yes, please let me buy that
No wait. What the hell! This aint Only-Fans!
Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still, neither will I.
But when I say "[redacted]" no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," they all cry, “It’s unalive!”
Screw it. The shadow you knew is dead
That being said, ”[redacted] this, and [redacted] all of you.“
You expect me ‘cause I’m taller
To reach for that ‘cause you’re hotter
You want me to donate to your charity
So you can get a tax break from my humanity
Here’s a remedy, stop panhandling me
Read my lips stop asking for tips
A pretend look of surprise, let me reoffend
I recommend you go ask your boyfriend
Stop using me as a steppingstone to your next sunrise
The only thing thatd make you cry is rubbing salt in your eyes
Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still. Neither will I
But when I say "[redacted]," no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," they all cry, “It’s unalive!”
screw it. The shadow you knew is dead
That being said, ” [redacted] this, and [redacted] all of you.“
This how your kindness is manifest
Standing on a mountain ants call home
Or your moral throne where only birds would nest
So please, leave me alone
Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still. neither will I
But when I say "[redacted]," no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," They all cry, “It’s unalive!"
Checkmate. The shadow you knew is dead
Shot in the head. So That being said, "[redacted] all of you.“
[redacted] all of you.
So [redacted] all of you.
[redacted] all of you
So [redacted] all of you
[redacted][redacted]
[redacted] all of You!
DOOH! *whispering* Don’t look now, but that pasty loser boredom is here.
You can always find him waiting, hanging in the silence of empty rooms.
To acknowledge him is to sink into vacancy where the real is shattered
and its pieces disintegrate until you exist without thought or desire.
Quick, turn on some music - let it become an extension of yourself.
Dance and recreate fun - before you're struck helpless!!
Tell him jokes and he’ll leave..
“I thought the neighbors were nice people - then they went and put a password on their wi-fi.”
“A lot of people cry when they slice onions - the trick is not to get emotionally attached.”
“There’s a new restaurant called Karma - no menu - you just get what you deserve.”
Oh, look, he’s gone =]
*still dancing*
Humid evening
Hot air and disease;
Flu bug on parade!
Old age looks forlorn
My neighbour sits alone;
Keeps own company
Day turns to night time
Cyber sensations;
Wind blown haikus
My mother died alone
Late June last year;
Still, I see her face
Two poodle-terriers
Snoopy and Bear;
Canine matrimony
My dead father
In my mirror glimpse;
Startling son-rise!
Traffic jam scenario
Car number 5000;
Sporty impatience!
Lotus posture here
Waiting on no-thing;
Something happens
Morning Glory flowers
Climbers on the fence;
Noisy children play
Fifty floors above
Skyscraper joggers;
Evening escalates
Stranger smiles
Crowded minimart queue;
Awkward silence cut
Waiting lift crowd
Together yet alone;
Stress and strain percolate
Remember
To remember;
Happy ever after
Words cannot
Even tell enough;
Non-fat skimmed milk
Work hard
Diet plan;
Manage self-image!
Our great old man
Frail as bamboo charcoal;
May peace abide
Bright legacy
Warm harmony;
Sepia continuity
Ink my name
On rice paper;
Rain dissolves all
Not much
Not even;
Not enough
Words on electrons
Cyber storage works;
Password protected
Leon Enriquez
21 Feb 2014
Singapore
I see how
I trap myself
every time I think
in my defense.
I don't even have to speak
and every speech tangles me
deeper in darkness.
I wound my case
with every word.
Where is the path out of this place?
The little tricks no longer seem to work.
So alone when no allies can defend me.
The worst sin is peace.
Ok. It is the people
on the other side of the screen
who most concern me.
It is the fantasy of fame.
I can stop
entertaining fantasies.
I can let that slip away
and just laugh and taste.
I can observe and understand.
The pain of this will not kill me.
It will just fade me as if
I put on my dressing gown.
AS WE BE BREATHED
As we be breathed, life to start
and on Death, subject to depart.
Beautiful Life is an enjoyable game.
Have sporty spirit not going for fame.
Life in sequence of discrete events.
with sorrowful and lovable moments.
‘Truth-Honesty, Love-Labor!’ Connect Four.
‘All the hindrances are sure to ignore.
Trouble at every step, also there is risk.
Password in soul, thoughts at hard disc.
Life plays a mysterious role.
Is there any identity of soul?
Life is a dream drinking desires at breath
to expire on transcending death.
Yet I believe in reincarnation
‘Life-Death Cycle’ is Nature’s creation.
08/19/21
A Brian Strand 1093
Contest by Brian Strand
This world that dials M for madness—
One for this, Two for that… what mess!
Blind led by blind, or by one blurred,
In this odd world ruled by password.
This world that verifies you’re you,
Robots nor robbers from fake blue,
But a KYC confirmed bird,
In this odd world ruled by password.
Confirm the OTP or else…
Face all the consequent travails,
Repeat wobbly words so awkward,
In this odd world ruled by password.
Despite it all, a world no safe,
Fake, full of frauds, fraught with F,
We live in times a bit absurd,
In this odd world ruled by password.
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Kyrielle |Nov 2023| world, humour
To a point of trust.
There is no such barrier as insecurity.
In over one hundred pictures you are free to do as you please.
Intuition doesn't lie.
A sudden sensation that strikes out the blue.
Theres no need for passwords or indiscreet glances.
A rare case trust comes into question.
A certain closure that adjusts to a overwhelming thought.
A sudden reach or pull confirms this serious accusation.
Things change.
A subtle glance to remember the way things use to be.
In over one hundred different pictures I witnessed your body language begin to change.
In over one hundred different ways you hid pieces of yourself behind a password.
In a world where we are free to do as we please.
You decided to hide yourself.
Second guessing that truth would never find the light.
Appearing against the phone of a random stranger.
Another secret.
A light to peek through the crevice
My computer's flat on every side
and tapping it goes thump.
Inside the wires are fully charged,
their signals going jump.
A big bold button turns it on
while pushing in your thumb.
Then boots up slow in little chirps
going faster as they come.
The keyboard clicks with every key
I type to let me in,
to form a password I should know
much longer than my PIN.
But when inside I gasp to see
around the world wide net.
And thankful I can see the world
through others I have met.
I cherish my computer box;
who's insides hold the world.
And never been more satisfied
or had my toes as curled.
Start with words
pick up their sticks
make a now-man.
No eyes yet,
maybe the garden grackles
will peck out some.
Life at this hour needs a password.
There are boxes to tick, negotiations
to be made
with an ill-defined self.
It's morning already
the sun is glaring blue
on the hard silent snow.
Going to need a key that perfectly fits
a gated community,
a playground, a parking lot, a dog park,
any door that opens
all those dark spaces hidden inside
unlit clouds,
and at this time
there are no further
instructions
available.