Long Pixilated Poems

(Sung to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan’s "The Duke of Plaza Toro," from The Gondoliers)
 
When all the land did take a stand
When bugs we all were fighting
He led the nation from behind
(He found...

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The Story: 

ragged faded 
lady hoarder, 
dumpster-diving 
diva boarder, 
dancin' to the tune 
of her Dandelion Wine. 

milky-eyed maiden, 
peddles paper posies, 
masticating carnivore, 
toothless, useless whore. 
not on her best night! 
not anymore! 

acclimated...

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In the multitude of counsellors there is life,
             Running away implies stabbing yourself with your knife.

       ...

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In 1878, a gent carrying a cane,
Walked at 6 o’clock, down Ingleburry Lane,
A cobbled street, parading horses and carts,
Where gas lights are placed fifty yards apart.

In 2019, a gent with a phone
Walked down Ingleburry Lane,...

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Happy.  Genial.  Merry.  Jolly
Blottoed, blasted, etched and blitzed
Mellow, foggy, hazy, squiffy
Tipsy.  Tiddly.  Brahms and Liszt

Dazed, zombied, tanked-up, trollied
Ganted, gubbed, guttered
Bladdered, blathered, leathered, plastered, 
Sozzled, sloshed, scuttered

Hammered, battered, caned, mangled
Spannered, mullered....

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A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious...

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Like a mad man
without a plan,
slightly insane,
dancing in the rain,
pixilated dreams
like shallow streams,
leave me bemused,
restless, but amused,
but my soul is tried
from those bullets fired,
when loved ones depart,
leaves holes in my heart,
as guns aren't coded,
when locked...

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The pummelled margins pulsed with steady sway 
as reeds resisted swell. These shards in gilt
refracted dying light from summer sun.
Beneath their shafts a clotted mass of spawn
like slobber wobbled, thickening the lake.

There shiny flecks of...

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Then and now,
my favorite thing to do
has always been
looking through windows,
looking in boxes.

I can still recall
that day.
Ten years old,
my first Pokémon.

My friends were my Pokémon,
my emotions were calculated through damage multipliers.
It was the life.

Now, my...

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The First Methodist Church,
with its bold wooden steeple,
burnt to the ground in 1914,
for preaching prohibition.
The good folks of Sebastopol
weren’t having any of that.
Today the Apple Blossom
Parade marches past
the rebuilt church, past
the Masonic Temple, past
Martha’s Mexican...

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I’m torn away and lifeless
In a pixilated display cover
Not caring or feeling
Except showing my own past as a lover
Taking it all in stride 
With nothing to hide anymore
The self realization is gone
What’s left is how...

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"Screening Process"
They overtake, they overcome
Making us forget where we are from

Expansion of a new world means contraction of another 
through unauthentic, pixilated possibilities 
While pioneers stay in cubicles these days
They refuse to compute, losing touch,...

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A MEDLEY OF MONOKU

a tarnishing of golden years – the murmurings of madness

homeless amid the rubble – the acrid stench of flames

knit one, purl…  three kittens – one ball of yarn

a darkened window –...

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A sunset, pixilated, colored RGB,
a virtual bit world envelops me.
Watch .gif waves break upon a gravel beach,
in endless patterned loop Mew glide and screech.

Each click leads to another, yet unplanned,
connected all by fiber optic band.
As...

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The Future of a Pixilated Past
David J Walker

I see you in every page
Of the archived newspaper 
That survived to tell our stories again
When the day and date is alive 

and I look forward to
Greeting you...

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For some reason, I feel especially vindicated
Learning recently that I won’t be syndicated,
I know many of my dear family are titillated
Since they are of my readers most dedicated.
In my writings, over the years, I’ve indicated
That...

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