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I reckon I've seen about everything in my nigh four-score years.
Obnoxious teens, obnoxious elders and unpleasant Wall-Mart cashiers,
And those baggy pants with the crotch nearly reaching to the knees,
But folks with a cell phone in their ear compare to none of these!
Some people sport spiked hair dyed orange, red or green.
Others with rings piercing their lips - a weird sight to be seen!
Gorgeous ladies flaunt tacky tattoos that seem mighty *****.
Plus all of that, they have a cell phone glued to the ear!
Vexatious ringtones on some cellular phones cause me to cringe,
'Specially if in a fine bistro or church my serenity they impinge!
The "William Tell Overture" in a concert is mighty fine to hear,
But please spare me that tinny tune from the cell phone in your ear!
Some use their cell phones while driving - to all others oblivious,
Never minding that such inattention could be very injurious!
Seems to me 'twould be tricky trying to concentrate and steer,
With that consarned cellular phone sticking in the ear!
Cell phones are an improvement in communications, I suppose,
With their music, cameras, computers and a dial that glows.
But, alas, for future generations I often wonder and fear:
Will babes be born with a cell phone protruding from the ear?
Entry for Simon Rogerson's "Let's Explore Digital Technology" Contest
(13 Feb 22)
To all who wonder to all of you
An urban myth, or is it true?
A story that happens after dark
A story set in a city park
An escaped deranged one-arm man
Who wears a hook in lieu a hand
Has gotten free the radio blares
He’s homicidal it declares
Two young teens lost in love
Practicing their craft then a shove
Was it the wind moving the car
Was it the maniac with the metal spar
They both jumped up to attention
He’s going out is his intention
Oh! be careful she did rave
No apprehension he was brave
Another scrape upon the doors
Her fear mounts, terror soars
I’m going out he again proclaims
She panics now, No! she exclaims
Before she knew it the handle scrapes
out the door the lover traipse
he looks around to her dismay
he jumps back in and wants to play
she’s too upset I want to leave
disgusted stomps the gas one big heave
as they roar out she takes a look
and on the handle a bloody hook
So if you’re out on a darkened night
Be careful make sure to do things right
It might be true it might be fable
But beware the hook if you are able
INTRO:
Hard trip under tenets....
scribbled ways....Under the facets.
Troubled with the understatement.
comments underrated...
when you see the pictures over the site.
FIRST VERSE ,
pushing no way to be excited,
folly ways,
you never got the story line to be prohibited.
You stand all glanced.
With the circles,
ridiculed...Where you have to be entangled
You flow from the jungle,
You hold peace with the woman...
She was not on course,
trying to be tossed,
you've made this lady paused.
filled with trust...
Where you stand to be clone..
Cloning like the scientists make it.
Or like the sound that you heard from the bad world.
CHORUS...Hooked song
SECOND VERSE
If I ever hurt you,
threaten me to be killed .
She only sees my victory,
Only when I'm scaled.
I can't just blend it with the kings and Queens.
Only dad perceive in my home.
Years passed by when I reconciled with my teens,
Deans of my dream,
when I'm broken down.
Holydays that I rule without crowns,
Starred race with the lions who are stalled in the mase or the verge.
I'm fed up with surge.
I can't sling it with my own.
Come to my yard,
Come to my hood and see my card,
I play my own tricky ways with the monkeys,
and I told that I'm real before you see my face as human.
Damn grain.
CHORUS...hooked
THIRD VERSE:
Stucked on foes,
Stucked on dose,
when you have to go?
You never knew the world have the four facets..
We dropped on course.
but they see this plackets...
framing up your eyes,
but they see it in the lies.
Looking thought the ice of the morning.
Rounding this when you keep on to call,
My seasons trails to crawl.
I held this when you punching..
Punching from the row,
Rows that you stooped on me.
That you never understood,
My regiment on the board that you seized to rule.
Where you break it without chances,
I have understood.
Filled up in you.
It dues you costs.
But you feeling that you making it up with the lions.
Damn grain.
So many changes,
So many two faces,
One minute you are a friend,
All they do is pretend,
Fake handshakes they give,
The intimacy is complete,
I be hanging with the fakes,
They be acting like snakes,
You don't know me,
Gonna catch this case,
Hit you in the face,
Beat you in the race,
Niggas rap to the beat,
Tell y'all how I treat,
Friends always slacking,
Out here stacking,
By listening to this,
There’s no buts no ifs,
All of this friendly talk builds a trap,
If u are street smart you can avoid the trap
It's better to walk away than to run with a fake friend,
No use for excuses so bad things come to an end.
I'm not spurned and forgotten 'cause I only go for gold
Might as well shut down, shut down......
Asked for an update,
We both know that it's a little too late
Don't wanna be a killijoy,
But all your words are just like white noise boy!
Form:
Thousands of students of decades
Across the nation,
Have loads of issues with grades
And lack of motivation.
A retention to learning,
With parents calling
And graduation rates falling.
It's beginning to be so concerning,
That teachers even notice,
These kids aren't learning.
The propositions the school has given,
Halted the adults' beliefs they thought they knew.
School psychologist’s are anything but driven,
And their inadequate solutions are simply untrue.
The great idea has bestowed upon me,
And this hypothesis has been churning.
Without concern for the students I can see,
This will prove the best of your earning.
A new substance has reached the market,
That will prove me right.
LSD, Cocaine, and Meth will hit the target,
So cook with all your might.
Gracious children run freely in the halls
Now happy and cherishing all their liberty,
Can finally succeed and jump off the walls.
The teens will finally use all of their ability,
If you even have the balls.
Their improved grades are a certain probability
All until the last one falls.
I made myself microscopic,
to fit in their pockets,
so they could pull me out
only when they needed something fixed.
I learned to fold my edges,
to stop scratching,
to stop taking up space,
to hold myself quiet, pliable, small.
I became a tool,
a shadow,
a body that existed
only in the shape they required.
I forgot
what it felt like to move freely,
to take up space
without thinking I was too much.
Sometimes I wanted to scream,
but I folded the sound inside,
pressed it into my chest
so no one would feel the weight
of what I carried.
Sometimes my voice felt borrowed,
like it belonged to someone else,
and I was only the body
that moved when they needed me.
Sometimes I let myself feel it—
the hollow spaces I carried inside,
the parts of me I tucked away
so no one would be burdened
by how much I took up.
I counted every gesture,
every word, every laugh,
measuring how small I could be
so they wouldn’t notice
that I was here.
I became skilled at disappearing,
at giving everything
and never being seen
for anything that was mine.
I don’t want to be her again—
the girl who disappears,
so they can feel comfortable,
the one who shrinks herself
to be useful, not loved.
—to be continued—
Part two is called 'finally wanted'.
My name is Vince. They say I'm crazy you know.
I'm not politically correct. I will never be so.
I have a wife and four kids. They are my biggest thrill.
We live in Pennsylvania, in a small town called Summit Hill.
Thirty years in the Navy Reserve, seen a lot of the world.
I still get goose bumps when our flag is unfurled.
I have five grand kids, three in their teens
One's going to college, one joined the Marines.
Sometimes your children can put you to test
Then I thank God for I've truly been blessed.
I could write much more and the keyboard would churn
But I'm signing off now. Someone else take a turn.
Well Mom and Dad were going off
They needed a vacation
Told us to behave ourselves
A new car for motivation.
As soon as they were gone
We decided to invite some pals
Invited Hank, Bob, Bill and Jones
Told them they could bring their gals.
The word got around of party time
They came in at night
We had the curtains down
Didn't want neighbors to get uptight
Hank brought Vodka, Jones brought weed
I said we got to keep things low
"Don't use that stuff, keep it outside
Don't want anyone to know."
Jones turned up the radio
I pleaded, "don't do that."
He started dancing with a banjo
Looked like a cool cat.
Bob had brought a pet raccoon
It pooped on the cashmere rug
I asked him to put it an empty room.
But Bob just gave a shrug.
Hank's girlfriend flirted with Bill
Hank didn't like that at all
Got on his Apple iPhone
Made a couple of calls.
His friends came in downstairs
Left the front door ajar
Hank pointed out Bill
Bill ran like a shooting star
Bill crashed into the beer kegs
The were stowed outside
Policeman read us all the regs
I realized we were fried.
Parents came back quick
The HOA would fine them soon
Both of them looked sick
Then they noticed the raccoon.
So you teens out there, learn from this
Don't party when they're away
You might lose a new car.
And be grounded till judgement day.
Schooldays sweethearts, they grew through their teens
Enjoying life together living their young scenes
He knew there would be a day to complete their task
He went down on one knee, he'd a question to ask
My darling Elaine will you please marry me
I want to be with you for all eternity
Their day arrives inside the church he awaits
A silver Rolls Royce arrives at the gates
Out steps a lassie in splendid bridal gown
Sparkling in white with her diamond tiara crown
The music plays as she walks down the aisle
So gorgeous and radiant as we await her smile
She lifts her veil as she faces her husband to be
As we await their vows for the whole church to see
The words we have waited for are beautifully said
I do to each other as now they are wed
The reception awaits and the cutting off the cake
As they share a kiss remembering their first date
Life is a ballad
Much like a salad.
A mixture of greens
From newborn to teens.
Then adulthood blues
In various hues.
Once years are golden,
It grows some mold in.
Sins lurking in seeds,
Sprouting up like weeds.
Mélange of all spice -
Of virtue, of vice.
Too proper and straight?
Add nuts to the plate.
Posh palate to please?
Grate sheep truffle cheese.
Life's rich fibre zest
We strive to digest.
No need to panic
If not organic.
Either way when lost,
Turns into compost.
Salads taste the same,
The leaves aren’t to blame.
The top secret is -
What it's garnished with.
Lush evergreen muse -
In dressing we choose.
Flair of creation -
In variation.
April 27, 2022