Long Texting Poems
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Teeth chattering like monkeys
She went on and on
Clicking and clacking in ears that had
Turned sorrowful and disappeared into
No man’s land
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The words spewed forth
Snapping and barking in the air where
many dreams died a natural death
The promise land never promising this
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The monologue droned in triplicate
Underneath the backs of others
the students began texting with
bright happy cell phones
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The professor’s tirade kept on the track
With a click and a clack
as the rails fell into the bowels of .....
and still she had no clue
1-2-3 Texting, texting, texting
1-2-3 Texting, texting, texting
1-2-3 Texting, texting, texting
Attention: This is just a test-text
of the FCC's early-warning text
alert system. If this had been an
actual early-warning text alert,
you would have received a text
alerting you to that effect --
High Urgency! Error Correction
High Urgency! Error Correction
Please stand by for an important
Error Correction Acknowledgement:
1-2-3 Un-texting
1-2-3 Un-texting
1-2-3 Un-texting
Attention: This is an actual un-text
from the FCC's un-texting system
Stand by for message content...
Message Content
Message Content
You have just received two
conflicting texts. That is, to
be specific, a text followed
by an un-text. If you have
any questions or for further
information, please text
your local FCC office at...
Copyright, all rights reserved
Federal Communications Commission
Washington, D.C., June 31, 2020
I was walking fast, then changed speed,
and texting and walking I paid little
attention to what was under my soles;
they seemed raindrops close to dew,
why so many tears in a small puddle?
I wondered...did another love end?
Yesterday I and Lisa walked this shady path
as the above dense oaks kept noise away;
we didn't hear the fluttering of a shy dove,
and the pleasant meowing of a docile cat.
I felt something slimy sticking to my my shoes,
it made me slide and then fall; with arms
flying like wings, with eyes rolling left to right:
I would have been safer on a roller coaster;
and landed I did while people started to laugh...
had it been planned by someone who knew
my route? Someone had played a trick on me!
Who disliked me to do such an horrible thing?
Lisa was sitting on a bench reading a comedy book,
I got closer to her in panic and started to scream,
" Some crazy dude or gal spread oil on the path
to make me slip and fall, only evil people do this! "
I tried to get her to talk, but Lisa kept silent,
she continued to read her funny story with a grin,
" Well, some girls get even when a guy cheats! "
And shaking I pleaded innocent of any wrong doing
before she found me guilty and slapped me hard,
" No, honey I was playing the lonely guy...I told her
I had no date, guys lie to get a girl's attention."
" So, sweetheart you lied to her to get a date?
That's why you didn't show up last evening?
How stupid of you...you are trying to get two girls
on two different dates? I am glad you admitted
your guilt, because the other girl played fake; now
we are even, you have lied and got caught! "
On Twitter, late at night, you’re a big tough guy
calling people out and spitting in their eyes.
But in the real world - you blubber and you blunder,
like inside your head there’s a fire in the dumpster.
Your call to drink Lysol was a typical, deadly, Trump proffer -
your handling of the pandemic an incompetent slaughter.
In the face of unrest you pour fuel on the fire -
a dead BLACK man? You're a trouble amplifier.
Texting on Twitter you’re a liar and a punk -
when trouble breaks out, you hunker in a bunker.
You’re America’s undertaker, our commander-and-thief -
a living, breathing catastrophe - leading America disastrously.
They call her CCRM I do not know why
She does not have time to neighbor said my friend Vi
Why don’t you invite her to tea? And find out more about her.
She never comes alone; some of her giant friends purr.
You mean she has large cats like pumas, lions or such?
I am not sure, but she is dangerous said my friend Dutch.
He tried to date her once, and they chased him away.
He says her giant kittens growl, and they do not play.
Max said, I discovered by accident what CRM means.
It stands for Courageous Cat Rescue Mommy, it seems.
She seems lovely to me, but I am afraid of her large cats.
I will stay here, and she there, but texting is okay said Max.
THE DIGITAL WORLD
Here we are living in a digital world.
Almost everything in a click of our phone
or computer or other electronic devices
and in a blink we see or hear what we want.
So we see families gathered at a table
to celebrate occasions and they are
all glued to their phones, watching or
googling, texting or playing games.
No one is even talking to each other.
It is what it is …. Or is it?
And yes, we don’t even need to move.
We can do some things without moving,
no need to get up from conveniently sitting
by calling another electronic device, Alexa.
Then they complain why they are gaining
weight, fatigued or tired or having
body aches, dizziness, plainly being
lazy, unmotivated, hardly moving.
It is what it is …. Or is it?
Gone are the days when mothers
were watching their toddlers play.
Little boys pulling the string tied
around one end of a little box or carton.
Little girls playing with rag dolls.
Now, toddlers are watching cartoons,
kids’ shows or playing games in television,
iPads, phones while mothers do housework
or work, chat, google while remotely glancing
or occasionally checking on them.
It is what it is …. Or is it?
Is it the digital world invading us?
Or is it us consuming everything digital?
12/7/20 It Is What It Is... Or Is It? Poetry Contest
John Lawless
CAN I ABDICATE THE THRONE
congratulations
your sitting in the dentist chair
the new dentist checks you out
sends you into a whirlwind
when he’s ready to crown you
right there and then
suddenly
as you just suppose
your supposed to say
“ahh”
and the inside of your cheeks
pierced
numb
that’s how you feel
displaced
this is not at all right
your supposed to be home
in your easy chair
thrilling
how the drill digs
in your pockets
if truth be told
and the dark spectacles
cling
to your cheeks
funny
how texting is trippy
as if your fingers
are drooling as well
caffeine
she says
will reduce the medication time
we will see
we
will
see
by the way
feel sorry for me
i do
8/5/2019
we're now in the midst of the Holy season known as Lent
forty days and nights of sacrifice as a way to repent
a time for us to try and get a little closer to God
a time to fast, to give up something we hold dear to our hearts
we're in the age of technology with Facebook, Twitter and texting
the way people now communicate has become somewhat vexing
always with the I-Pods, I-Pads, cel phones and e-mail
time to talk to eveyone but God who only requires knee-mail
when Jesus encountered the Tempter after His time of fasting
He had a wilderness experience that would be forever lasting
hungry and tired from all those challenges He had to face
now waiting on the word of God to fall perfectly in place
the Tempter said "if You're the Son of Man make bread out of these stones"
Jesus replied " that man does live by bread alone
but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God"
the spiritual Soul Food that will forever nourish our hearts
the Daily Bread that overflows into our spiritual cups
the Word of God, the Soul Food that will forever lift us up
as that was then and this is 2010
it's time to come out of the wilderness my friend
we all have moments of frustration, heartache and pain
we need to come out of the wilderness and by God be made whole again
to face down the devil and the temptation He'll put in your way
now resistant to sin and no longer by the Enemy to be swayed
to partake of God's Soul Food which will guide us to all truths
to trust in God and do whatever His word asks of you
to call on God and know that He will always have your back
now full of His Soul Food and on the right spiritual track
knowing that it's now all under God's control
now fed and nourished by His Spiritual Food for your soul
Texting at 7:00 pm.
Is almost too late.
People are washing dishes.
They are tired with wrinkly hands.
If I texted anyway,
Maybe the shadows would leave.
Texting at 9:00 pm.
It’s never ok, it’s always too late.
If I had texted at 7:00…
Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad…
If I texted at 1:00 am.
They would hate me forever.
No one would ever text again, and I would die in a car accident alone, and no one would show up to the funeral.
So at 1:00 am, I write and scribble nonsense in a journal.
I cry into the journal.
Which is a little more satisfying than a crying emoji, anyway.
I keep the journal in a drawer.
That cannot be deleted.
Unlike most things in this digital world.
Texting is the modern day wonder
Never having to place the call
You can laugh you can joke, anger evoke
While showing no emotion at all
Although I confess sometimes you must guess
What the other person is trying to say
Maybe where they are heading on the phone they're sitting
And their left cheek is typing crazy away
You can scream you can cuss throw your hands up in discust
Then calmly type out your answers
As fast as your fingers can fly you can quickly replay
Like a 70's leisure suit disco dancer
Or you can sit there and wait, take umpteen number of days
Before you get back with that
But the best part is the lesson of no personal interaction
After all why get that involved
Yes texting is the modern day wonder
From mine to your finger tips
I hope all this you can see without the help of emoji's
And the fact that I forgot to spell check