Long Screen Poems
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I can order, order, order
And return, return, return.
I’m an Amazon supporter
But I guess I’ll never learn
That the odds of really finding
Something perfect while online
Takes a mountain of reminding
That most things won’t wind up mine.
Either it appears in person
Nothing like when on the screen
Or my views on it will worsen
When my mirrors intervene
Or the comfort level’s lacking
Or it’s sparking zero joy;
Then it’s time to send it packing,
Keeping truckers in employ.
So it’s back to the computer
Where I’ll start my endless scroll.
Surely I’ll find something cuter –
I can feel it in my soul!
We're all fighting the war internally & it manifests
before our eyes
This spiritual battle is apocalyptic, the one that so
many prophesized
We live in a time of revelations witnessing the lifting
of the veil
Liberation comes when you see you're the reason
that you're locked in mental jail
We're still failing to see that we've been blinded & duped
into fighting with ourselves
Friendly fire comes from an enemy we never expected,
the lower nature of ourselves
Realizations hit like a bomb that's unexpected as we destroy
the physical mentally
This war with the self is a projection upon a screen, there
for all of us to see
I wish all of us could see that we're more alike than one
would think
Rise above the obelus that they've inserted & see that world
is on the brink
It's only the mind we see imploding, but we think the world is
crumbling outside
Realize that we are more powerful when in sync & not divided
inside
Thou Art Face Book
Face Book thou art mean to me
will you be my undoing?
From my public bursts of anger
to my public boo hoo hooing.
Opinions that I once confessed
like I like dogs, not cats.
Or how I hate republicans
and I hate democrats.
Sometimes getting full of me
in my boxer underwear.
As I sit here in judgment
not shaved with uncombed hair.
Sitting here behind my screen
not believing what I see!
Reading posts from some unknown.
Did they mean that for me?
How dare they think they know me
as a lump forms in my throat.
After all! The things they know
are only what I wrote!
Woe is me cruel face book
it seems I cannot win.
I get set free from drama
and then I'm right back in.
Betty tossed her salad
Bobby told some lies.
Jerry needs a bath real bad
before he starts drawing flies.
Emma left her lover
Tom found somebody new.
I saw a home made movie.
It looked a lot like you!.
Edwin C Hofert
As I was walking late one night along a downtown street
I came upon a sad, sad sight that led to hope’s deplete.
The painted ladies paced the night in black stiletto heels,
and searched beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
Along the row of sleezy bars and smoke filled cabarets
where lonely men forget their scars and drown their woes away;
there walked a girl so innocent, so gentle, meek, and mild;
the pains of life lay imminent before this virgin child.
She left her home and came out west, from Kansas I believe;
the search for stardom was her quest; she thought she could achieve.
Her dream be famous and be seen, a movie star to be;
to see her face upon the screen and name up on marquee.
But fame is such a fickle friend, and always out of reach;
when lost, her life did soon descend and innocence impeach.
Like those who came before her found, to make ends meet somehow,
you had to compromise your ground, give up, give in, and now
she’s doomed to always walk the night in black stiletto heels,
and search beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
And this, my story thus concludes a tale of childhood lost;
for most the quest for fame eludes, and comes at such a cost.
April 30, 2018
I’m sheltering-in-place all day
And need more things to do
For there are many hours
Once my morning walk is through.
I’m reading books and magazines
And, too, The New York Times
And obviously, I still get
To write my daily rhymes.
There’s music on and thankfully,
Some good shows on TV
And working on my quilting is
Enjoyable to me.
But suddenly I had a thought –
I’d play some Solitaire!
I knew I had a deck of cards;
The question, though, was – where?
I could play on a screen, of course,
Yet I’d prefer to deal
With cards that I could hold, like books,
Which tactilely appeal.
I searched all over; then I found,
The last place I did check,
Wrapped tightly still in cellophane,
A brand-new untouched deck.
It bore an airline logo –
Once a gratis flying perk –
And after years of waiting,
I will put those cards to work.
With all this time to fill up,
Drawers and closets may reveal
So many random things our stuff
Has managed to conceal.
The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide note in the Underwood typewriter on my desk, beside an ashtray of Blanche's lipstick smeared butts. Putting back on, the bifocals that had been dangling from one ear; I frown. I can't remember arriving? A phone's ringing; I stumble toward the tone. Odd looking thing, I think, as I bend over. The note taped to it says; it's a cell phone? "What the hell?" As I flip it open, I'm tackled. My heel slips on a broken pencil; I'm down. "What did you do? You bastard," he bawls, waving an airline ticket in my face. Looking toward him, I notice the stage still lit. He grabs the cell phone, "What the hell is this? You a commie spy?"- The 'phone? screen?' says 'Fred go to the opera house by midnight or you're both dead.' The curtain parts revealing a pool of blood: a chord is struck.
It's midnight accordin' to the ticker. I have a moment's relief before my arm's wrenched behind me. I'm cuffed. There's a shout from the lobby and the sound of sirens. Lifting me, he shoves me to the wall; locks me to the door pull. The theater hall appears empty except for us. Through a door, he charges. "Back here guys." The SWAT team arrives. "Smells like the dead in here Marco's, where's the body?"
"Ask him. Take him out and open some damned windows will ya." Two of the gorillas toss me on the porch under the moth laden lights. Just when the cop was about to kick me in the head; a woman screams. The coppers run inside. I hear a crash and a half dozen clod hoppers trompin', then through the door rolls a single gold earring. I scream "Blanche!!!!!!"
The crew hollers CUT-PRINT-It's a WRAP. I smile as Blanche saunters out.
THE EVI LUNATICS
Have you seen a lunatic before?
There are some,
Quiet and love being alone at their own space.
Others talk all day, not for attention,
But for their own souls’ purgation.
Others cause rampage like marauding beast.
These are the ones causing us pain now.
They are the evil lunatics,
The products of their own evil mindedness and creed.
From the North to the South,
From the East to the West,
They wreak havoc here and there,
Leaving blood, pain and sorrow in their trail.
The evil lunatics are not only in the forest.
There are those who spew out hate
Behind their cowardly screen.
They are the delusional gospellers.
“Awon omo alainiran”
They are the ones whose mouth run senselessly like tap,
For few dollars from FB, IG AND TIKTOK banks.
They are the reservoir of fabricated lies.
Today they are everywhere.
If you come often to the FB Arena,
Be careful of many evil lunatics,
Their misery has split blood all over their brain,
Believe their stories at your own peril.
Nigeria has many evil lunatics,
Many are in the forest,
Others are scattered all over social media platforms
My country, Nigeria, has been going through a lot at the hands of terrorists. Many people have been kidnapped for ransom. Unfortunately, some individuals are also terrorising our collective psyche on social media by spreading fake news.
This is not the fairytale I had in mind.
You're not the charming prince you could have been.
If you were then you wouldn't have changed your mind.
If you were then I wouldn't have seen
The coward that you are. You really are.
The things I gave you, the things you know, the secrets I shared because I
Trusted you?
Look inside, deeper in you,
Find my eyes and my hands and my time and my heart.
Yes... they're still there.
And while you're searching, look for yourself.
I know you know what I mean.
Can it be true that I loved a void?
A lack of a person?
A fake of a person?
You have no reality. So don't you dare tell me you didn't feel it was real. You're not
real. Not yet. Not even close.
You're not the best, like you think you are.
And you're not the perfect, like I thought you were.
And I wake and sleep and wake and sleep, with crying mind and thinking eyes.
I stare at the screen.
I scream at the wall.
You've made me sick, and you know it, you do.
You cry for a minute, you care even less.
And yet, you saw me in seas, in rivers, in vast lakes and streams, in oceans and yet, you
still loch up my heart. That one tissue made no difference.
And so. My leap of faith ends.
I fall
and fall
and fall
and fall...
Flat on my face. Thank you, coward.
Line of inquiry:
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow”
Oh, Jesus, you are the Light of the world.
A light that lights all other lights, pooled.
The sun’s sparkle or the moon’s silver gleams,
Can come nowhere near your shining beams.
Stars parade in the sky igniting the dark night.
But their light is never a match to the brightest light.
All other lights are but adjuncts of Him
They come and go and eventually grow dim.
When from my life, steadily ebbs out each day,
When hope grows dim and joys pass away,
When darkness deepens, Oh Jesus as light in me, abide.
I pray- “Never let me drown in trial’s rising tide.
Oh Jesus, the light of the world, piolet me,
Chart my path, I look hopefully upon Thee
Lead me, Oh blessed one, to your glory bright
Lead me through gloom into clear light!”
Only by focusing on that eternal light,
We become aware how our lives in stagnation blight.
As His light flashes on life’s big screen
Many of our wicked deeds come to be seen.
When I begin to live in Him, I am no longer blind
The light from Him will illumine my mind
As long as I look into that light, I will be okay
I know, my path will be lit by his brilliant ray.
Sometimes amid scenes of deepest gloom,
His light helps my hopes sprout and bloom.
I shall sing of his glory from morn to night,
For He lights my path and is my heart’s delight.
May our light shine, helping others in their needs
That they may glorify God seeing our good deeds.
When we live in Him, we are children of light
And never will be lost in the darkness of night.
No One Ever Asks Why
I look around at the people today
Wondering what happened to happier times
People die from making love
No one ever asks why
Children are shot while they play
No one ever asks why
Our heroes show people how to cheat and lie
No one ever asks why
Teens spend their lives before a lit screen
climbing towers and shooting innocent people
Death has become a game
No one ever asks why
Others have forgotten how to talk
Guns, bullets and knives speak for them
No one ever asks why
Kids learn to hate before they can talk
They listen to their parent's hate
and grow up not questioning.
No one ever asks why
People kill in the name of their God
although they all believe in the same god
No one ever asks why
Young men die on a field miles away
not knowing, and not asking, why
No one ever asks why
Our friends become our enemies
Our enemies become our friends
No one wants to just sit and talk anymore
No one ever asks why.
Why doesn't someone ask?