Long Video games Poems
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Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.
I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My kids are in a rabbit hole, they forgot how life can feel.
(Chorus)
We're on an oven burner, like a doomed toad—
So let’s get out of here, get this show on the road,
We'll ride wild ponies, neighing by the sea.
We'll go back to living, we'll go back to free.
It helps sometimes to leave a comfort zone,
Children connected to the whole world, but to me they seem alone.
The old ways had their wisdom, and a simpler moral code,
Let’s flip this circus upside down; get this show back on the road.
Time to bring them home...
I was thinking sleepily.
After stuffing my face with holiday.
Time to bring those red, white, black, and blue teenagers home...
Time to resume video games-get some strange.
Instead of babysitting rocks on icy Afghan mountaintops.
Numbers for names exchanging blows with rock men.
That play charades with dirty hand grenades...
Sometimes death needs to be left alone.
To sip life from the Teat of misty goats.
To grow rows of golden poppies
Turn our mothers into heroines.
Time to bring them home.
Country Joe asked it long time ago.
"What are we fighting for?"..
A jungle without a soul.
Another 58th parallel. Jam session...
Big-headed devil is dead.
Buried at sea, alongside honorable men,
Spawning for eternity with sea hags.
Time to bring the boys and girls home.
They're dying in droves while Congress is on extended vacation.
Bring them home. So they can cut or whorl in the grass.
Before their limbs and minds are bent.
Let them kiss their puppies that are now fully grown.
Remembering girlfriends. Who moved on one tour of duty ago.
Bring them home; let them tell war stories.
How a tangle of teenagers smoked a local and his lamb... then laughed...
How a green friend slept forever under a red, white and blue fleece.
Then flew home under a flag, atop metal wings.
Time to bring the boys and girls home, forever,
Poor maid scurries,
Getting more anxious as she hurries,
Timidly passes on the message,
With a feeling of strong presage,
Grumpy prince huffs and pushes past,
Making the maid bow hurriedly, fast,
Leaving video games sloppily piled on the bed,
Stepfather proposes idea, prince fled,
Inspirational short speech to best friend,
Into the woods, he told he would blend,
Spoiled boy looks for aunt’s cottage in woods,
Massages, spoiled with all kinds of goods,
Rude but has good looks,
Every bit of a fairytale prince in the books,
Princess watches, wishes, wants, and plans,
Becomes one of the many brainwashed fans,
Believing his stories about his ‘evil’ stepfather,
The watching princess made such a pother,
About rescuing the selfish prince,
His terrible nature not once making her wince,
One day a salesman sells calls $10 consoles,
Hope fills the prince’s soul,
The princess is convinced it’s the king,
So out of the tree she swings,
Mind made up she’s saving,
Prince thinks she’s raving,
Screams for her to let him go,
At making people cry, he’s a pro,
Princess realizes she doesn’t need a man to rule,
Prince never uses anyone like a tool,
They both change and grow into better people.
A well-worn witch flits and twists through the indigo mist.
Gloating in genius, I look at my well-read list.
Bats shaken out of their sleep, come out to dive bomb.
I toast them with my dragon breath, singing a psalm.
The witch gives me a shake of her dirty little fist.
She makes me happy with her anger. I tie down her wrist.
Her pet crow dive bombs me as I add to the pyre.
I will lash him to it also, before I set the fire.
Do you think you are being too cruel? Little dragon asks me.
I roll my eyes, happy as I could ever and I mean EVER be.
My mind is made up. I am getting rid of all this garbage today.
My children are so crazy about these video games they do not want to play.
Halloween Horrors is the first video game to toss.
Followed by Witchy Wind Chimes and Ghost Busters by Ross.
I smile at the icons as they are deleted from my phone.
Now we can be a family again. Is that a ringtone?
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Welcome to My Random World
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Dear Oxford English Dictionary editors,
Please consider the following words for inclusion in your next edition:
Amazone - the addictive, ensnaring vortex of shopping online. "She's been on her laptop all day searching for the perfect wedding gown. She's in the Amazone."
Blump - One who sits around like a head with its chicken cut off (a portmanteau of butt and lump). "He lives in the basement playing video games all day, sitting like a blump on a log."
Cavitate - To move oneself towards items of confectionery. "At parties I always cavitate towards the bowl of M&Ms."
Dispepsic - Drinking Coca-Cola products to the exclusion of all others. "I've been dispepsic for a year now, and loving it!"
Flubbergasted - The overwhelming disbelief at gaining 25 pounds. "Why are all my pants super tight all of a sudden? I'm flubbergasted!"
Newbousness - Amateur behavior exhibited by a person brand new to an activity. "Dad's newbousness with his cell phone is so embarrassing!"
Puppulate - What mama pooch does with her suitor after dark. "Nobody puppulates the neighborhood like Princess used to do."
Twitterpate - Spending so much time on social media that one's head takes the shape and color of a blue bird. "My granddaughter's so twitterpated I barely recognized her."
Uncluded - Regarding necessary accessories that must be purchased separately. "AAA batteries are uncluded".
Wikipediatrician - A medical professional specializing in eye strain caused by non-stop reading of Wikipedia articles. "I can barely focus on long distances anymore... better visit my Wikipediatrician."
Words in the belfry, words in the hall, words in my sandwiches, words for us all.
What if you know no written words? What if you cannot read? What is my world?
Words in my head, swirling around, making me laugh. Idiocy, munchkin and calf.
How would you play video games if you could not read how to win or succeed?
Crazy words, kooky words, sexy words too, sensuous words for the likes of you.
You would grow up in a world, feeling completely left out, practically wanting to shout.
Adjectives like worrisome, intense, sickening, magnificent, gloriously, dependably blue,
Adjectives, smad-jectives, verbs, curbs, pronouns, ho-downs, they all make you pout.
Verbs like shucking, laughing, jumping, whirling, swirling, dancing, prancing, wheezing,
Verbs? You want me to care about something like that? I cannot read Dick, Spot or Jane.
Gardening, swimming, oops, I am switching back to adjectives thinking of brimming.
I cannot read sight words you moron, do not even know what they are, I am in pain.
Words in my pancakes, words changing my food, butter, syrup, oozing, I am in a great mood!
I will have to get along somehow, maybe as a thug, maybe selling coke, maybe selling a drug.
I will be a linguist, librarian, teacher, I will write sermons, songs, maybe be a preacher.
Cannot even play video games, let me be, your written-encrusted world has nothing for me.
Form:
Some weird stranger came up behind me
with a machete and lopped off my head
It rolled away,
down an embankment,
landing in a ditch of wet soggy leaves.
It was cackling that crazy laugh I have when I am nervous,
not realizing it was dead.
I ran after it, and plopped it back into place,
but it had lost some neck muscles, and it fell off again.
I chased it as it tumbled across the highway,
missing a black truck by inches. The weird stranger
was running in the other direction now.
I could not see him go. My eyes were gone.
My soggy angry head was yelling at me now.
“You are dead stupid!”
This made me mad, so
I kicked it into the back forty.
Then I stomped back up the
hill, determined to catch and
kick the weird stranger.
I will teach him for making
me dead.
"You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today," Quote by Abraham Lincoln,
They say, "Do not wait until tomorrow what you can do today."
Mindful of laziness, Thomas always puts off what he can do today for tomorrow, for tomorrow is a new day. But tomorrow never comes. He lies under the trees in his hammock, playing video games on his cell phone and catnapping all day instead of fixing the hole in the roof. Later that day, a rainstorm is moving in from the field. With the scent of rain in the air and gray clouds nearly closing in, Thomas in haste jumps out of his hammock. Running into the garage in a hurry, he gathers a tarp, a bag of nails, and a hammer. Thomas ambitiously climbs the ladder to temporarily seal the hole, but the rain is moving too fast with the push of the wind. With the drumming of the rain and the striking force of the wind, poor Thomas is having a rough time. Not a single nail was struck into the tarp to keep it in place. The tarp was lifted with a capricious swirl and was airborne like a kite, with Thomas gripping tight to one end, then descended upon the ground, with water seeping into his home.
leaky skyward hole
physical laziness seed~
ill consequences
Summer came and went too fast, but I still had a blast!
I wish this warm weather could last forever.
Feeling the sun's rays during these lazy days;
Taking a dip in the pool to keep ourselves cool;
Kids all scream for delicious ice cream.
Dancing to the music; drinking water when it's humid;
No need to brag when you got swag!
Going on nightly strolls: Call me butter cause I'm on a roll.
Playing video games with friends:
Why did summer have to end?
Now it's time for fall, y'all,
And Back to School season after all.
So Summer, I bid you so long for now;
As cooler temperatures return, take a bow.
I can't wait to do it again!
See you next year until then.
Have you ever mourned the blah-ness of your life? Yearning for something new to happen?
Daring to hope for something fresh to be excited about? Wishing your days away, worried that it has not happened? Angry for no reason other than you have forgotten that video-game playing is not satisfying and subliminal clips of video games are keeping you away from doing other things that satisfy and fulfill you?
Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping. Sixty five thousand and forty-two points!
Have you ever gotten a wake-up call in the middle of the night to say that something has drastically changed? A baby has been born? A great-great-great-great uncle you have never met has died?
Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping. Seventy-five thousand and one points! Still number 2 spot.
Hey! Are you in there? Are you with me? Can you hear me? We never talk any more. It is as if I live alone. Your body is here, but you are living in the virtual world now. It is not making you or me happy. Can we please talk?
Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping. New game!
Have you ever been aware that you are not in charge? Have you ever stopped blaming yourself for your brother’s suicide? Have you ever thought of helping someone else, so you can get out of this funk you are in?
Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping. Twenty-six thousand and fifty-one points!
Do you know I have left you?
Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping