Long Superhighway Poems
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S_ A_ H_ born...
twenty three years ago
today February 4th, 2022
begat about nine months prior,
approximately late April/early May 1998,
she exited thru fully dilated cervix
10 centimeters or just under 4 inches
immediately cherished as a precious gift
her radiant pink flesh did healthily glow
despite developmental delay
observed during babyhood stage,
blessed timely intervention
hallelujah to countless social services
helped bring her up to speed
and in accordance with average statistics
pertaining to population of girls
at various ages of her life
most vital metrics indicated she did grow,
and matured into an attractive young lady
now mindful (courtesy common sense
and valuable life lessons)
said offspring quite aware the necessity
to comply with status quo
unlike this nonestablishmentarian papa,
who frittered away priceless time show
wing measly abysmal track records
regarding academic and employment, though
not necessarily criminal, I barely lived
analogously solely placing big toe
within streaming rush of opportunities
upon reflection, I experience woe.
Thank you immeasurably youngest daughter
valuable Shayna Punim
beloved gifted progeny bold
coaching, daring, encouraging... herself
whether the weather hot or cold
to take positive growth risks
you count as more precious
than fine spun gold
enhancing mein kampf,
whose absence warrants
birth mama or papa to hold
our darling offspring,
when she clamors for attention,
yet prohibitive physical distance
renders impossible mission
to proffer sought after nurturing,
hence the best attempt to lyft
your spirits (if sagging)
finds me driving in one direction
across information superhighway insync with
electronic uber global positioning satellite
merely wishing ye happy birthday
now intent to email thee told.
YOU GO GIRL!
since the grim reaper stole me mum
words my recourse to express
how fateful symbiosis
ma pop got snagged asper
one wonderful ambidextrous artistic woman
adroit nailing a brad -
marsh a rose, the special gal grateful,
befriended my dad
many coe sure tokens of appreciation
doth figure me glad
how this poem ought to jump start
then motor along
the information superhighway,
cuz me iz the grown lad
of Boyce, whose re:comp pence,
pleasance, presence,
and importance - worth brings
each as a mutual friend to the other,
whereat thine octogenarian widower papa
repurposed, regained, rebounded, et cetera,
and feeling quite at home in your pad
oh...and gratitude for allowing, and permitting
Matthew Scott harris tush hair his poetry,
which might immediately spur (an omg -
why didst aye enable vernacular speaking/
writing secular, and peculiar
sole son to rad
duck gull quaking scribe) fill
up the screen of your notebook or tab
let, or whatever the
name would be of electronic link
providing the access per bing linkedin
to whirled wide web,
and if we sustain stock key exchange of emails,
ye might be driven to drink
so much poison scorpion spiked ale,
then squinting eyes to resemble a chink
blocking any light to induce thee tub blink
as this fledgling poem strives to soar and alight
this barred bard will wonder if you didst delight
in re: ding this expressly feeble jesting bon jure lame
resulting take off tubby, sans a les miserables flight
never attaining maximum height.
Gooey glop getting suctioned out
technicians venting expletives
emphasized obvious
NO FOOD OR DRINK rule to abide
cuz suctioning tower
or laptop presented vulnerability
plus unforeseen downfall against fried
food and greasy hands ended up hide
ding in hardest to reach locale
on circuit board no matter how expert pried
yelling out gratitude
to geek squad member helping
before he/she went out side door
eagerly awaiting
remotely controlled self driving vehicle
transporting techie guru home
to an obscure gated destination,
an uninterrupted distant, yet pleasant ride.
eventually amateurs encouraged
to tinker like an apprenticed tailor
akin as raw troubleshooting recruit
oft playfully feigned to be soldier spy
pretending to repair bowel of computer
when in truth visiting supposed shadowing dark side
which lined illegal benefits of labor saving devices),
the sound of silence
(written on the subway walls)
though heretics opposing
latest technology and felt sinister chill
(just ask Punxsutawney Phil),
the Internet ranks as greatest dog sent rill
lee where wiz kids ranked
chatting killer apps with grateful dead
information superhighway as heavenly manna
with artificial intelligence street cred
since introduction of white bread
and powdered milk biscuits baked by Ahmed.
Where Doth The Internet Exist?
The pro fun ditty of above
stated poetic side - title aligned
into an unexpected Eureka
(out of a vacuum) find
just when I felt slight (creative/
cerebral constipation) bind
of writer's block about
to take residence, entwined
(no doubt, sans right wing
of leftist conspiracy) behind
many occurences, when
fountainhead shrugging atlas
without warning didst grind
abruptly to a halt seizing
as if glommed up
ore din aerie profusion of ideas
exhausted from out mum mind,
and without moment's hesitation
ready to conclude I did overwind
springy coils oh me noggin,
though as per usual spellbind
ding idea coalesced within gray matter
startling me, qua omnipresent question
arising since Dawn of womankind,
how can one grasp hold of world wide web
defying insight as if suddenly rendering
myopic (accompanied with floaters) vision blind,
hence hum aware information
superhighway servers
encircle the globe and most all humankind
no matter where cyber surfer "travels"
only represents bytesize piece, viz mastermind,
who dreamt up ability to become linkedin
with a complete stranger consigned
to make sense of mine pablum
lumpy globs of non comestibles opined
on par like trying to chew melon rind
courtesy this poetaster he unwittingly
in his feeble attempt to impress
held accountable, cuz he unwittingly signed
death sentence to innocent reader,
who before this muck cob bray
auto to have sacrificed himself
to a gremlin and resigned!
The following initially crafted approximately three and a half years ago and presently brought a much sought after surge of satisfaction while meandering along the information superhighway.
Panglossian Perspective
Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable,
perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized,
proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominent, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative,
prudently psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful pygmy.
Information superhighway bumper to binary bumper.
Stark contrast versus deserted macadam thoroughfares.
Magnification rendered visualization coronavirus
alias covid 19 courtesy electron microscopy plus
sundry computer technology yours truly (popeye
Olive Garden variety generic layman) breathtakingly
held spellbound, née utterly transfixed vibrant
spectacular design regarding inexplicable dynamic
forces wrought creation (albeit - alluringly beautifully
charming, deceptively eminently fascinating, and
globularly highly intriguing biochemical cellular
denizens - indubitably jackknifing kindred livingsocial
man/womankind now outstripping Buffy the vampire
(weakened immunity system of the down) slayer
kickstarting pandemic induces *****sapiens to
experience extravagant fancy feast humble pie
(just desserts) necessitate quarantine to minimize
transmission, whereby (Gogol Ling) dead souls
agonizingly writhe within purgatory tests mine
Unitarian/nonestablishmentarian credo, never with
me wildest imagination intimating detrimental fatal
impact avast swath terra firmae, aye attest dominant
primate species, not necessarily lost cause, nor
civilization and discontents forsaken, but buzz
feeding foretaste (think while leg propped atop desk -
armageddon), of end times nonetheless triggering
linkedin helter skelter, wrenching economy (globally
webbed) doleful Lake Woebegone citizens haphazardly
remaining approximately six feet between another
human beings scrabbling, scrambling, scrimping, saving
international decree obligating painstaking handwashing
absolute zero socialization (comprising no more than ten
people), said groupon crowdsource commingling verboten,
yes tis moost ideal for solitary fellow (me barely a Yogi)
yabba dabbling playing online solitaire, chess, listening
to deep sleep music, meditating, reading, and/or writing.
We first met coasting the blurred lines
of the information superhighway. We
exchanged polite words and respectful
kindness, though we seldom saw or heard
each other.
I am the old man of touch and eye contact,
you are the princess of text and illusions.
I adapt to your hot realms, to your affinity
for glittering screens because past and future,
old and young are but shadows cast
over the now.
Once I learned the rules, I believed in you.
You are alive and fragrant within the text
you deliver each moment of each day.
In the photos you send, in the stories you share,
you thrive and brighten my journey!
Social Media Princess,
my apps erect you through your words,
like the heroine I love in my favorite novel,
the perfect Eidolon in my dreams.
You return, making your offerings
again, and again. I somehow hear your
whispering words soothing my
solitary hungry heart. I somehow awaken
to your textual passion and kindness,
to my love and longing for you.
Madly in love
with a turbulent world
in a swirling wayward bloom,
till I froze, swept by your comely face.
So, the dreams I once doted on!
Beauty bubbles in your presence,
blurred in my prime by a mirage,
a blinding illusion. Who cares?
Who dares steer off the broad way,
pull over and trace the virgin country
where nature nurtures beauty.
Pure as a lily, you ray like a rose;
and nod, a poppy in a delicate breeze.
Blinking dew, you wake with the sun,
splashing the canvas with seven colors.
A glow at crown of noon, you smile
like setting sun at the border,
clothing clouds in gold. Stars wink
their joy; the moon steps out in style.
Who wouldn't celebrate your beauty?
Even the blind, the deaf, and the dumb;
they see, hear, and shout your comeliness:
a germ tucked away from passing peep
until heart locks onto heart.
Now I dream your beauty in others.
Even in the filthy frenetic world,
love gleams on faces racing down
the superhighway hoping to meet
with you in the jam.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Why worry...?
Within the same breath
yukon catastrophize and
make mountain range
out of molehill mental material
impossible to scale
even with best Sherpa as guide.
Take advice from expert
what if...worse case scenario
time and again no fiasco
never makes cerebral showdown
most horrendous debacle
defies savviest soothsayer
subsequent anticipatory anxiety
exhausted body electric for naught.
Courtesy minecrafted psychosomatic zone
access information superhighway
exit ramp marked "Road closed"
inadequate infrastructure funds
against insurance policy
take life in hands
blithely ignore danger warning
emulate crash test dummy
ram thru barricade
torpedo comfort zone
gallantly ford cliff
behold avast airborne aerial view
traverse iter itineris
partake breathtaking view
quickly descend along skyline drive.
Downplay fear of dying
finally impossible mission
to dodge lifelong unlucky brakes
reassurance courtesy circling hawks
future ingestion feather bedded
good luck bon voyage
bid lugubriousness adieu
farewell to arms, legs, torso...
disc hover onset blissfulness
quickly accelerating toward dead end
automatically yields right of way
into...netherland analogous
to Dutch wonderland
monorail singular underground
freedom locomotive track,
otherwise traffic nonexistent
into eternal nesty plunge
steeping, kneading, enmeshing
fountainhead shrugging off atlast,
where well mapped
neurosis/ psychosis
dost no longer dwell.
Oily sky, weightless portals
of slipstream bubbles in a fluid -
superhighway of a different means.
Effortless, my travel, everywhere at once,
like a cat after a string.
A scattergory of movement in instant summation.
Summoned by the reading of uncategorized belief.
Where what is possible is aspired to will,
like "Tom Sawyer" in a Rush song.
Looking for
that Sprite of Strange Wings
under moonlit skies.
She
will evade me no longer
in her Black Mamba mean streaks
of hide and seek.
She has singled me out to double since before the beginning of Time
and this pervading trouble she holds aloft.
I feel like ten feet thick lead,
laden with the now,
and quickened like an inertial flow
in which we trough.
In her presents -
she is leading with carrot to know, for sure,
That I will love her forever.
Then, she will show,
her smile reuknighted
to my soul's oath of capture.