Long Word processor Poems

Although my sister and I are not related by blood, we are as close as any two humans can get outside the bond of marriage. It started when at the age of six, my own...

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Typing teddies talk. Their furry hands have great speeds over keys. Perfectly adjusted to any form of typewriter, word processor, laptop and keyboards, or the modern computer touch screens. They work so well that Mr...

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     We are two souls that the crossroads 
rigged to meet.
There is nothing artificial about your intelligence, 
your significance, your female caring brilliance.
:"Smiles*

Like water and earth, "beauty and the beast."
 :"giggles*,...

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A young girl stood at the school hall wall,
Some paper in her hand,
She shuffled her shoes while eyeing the views,
And the news on a notice board.
This space looks so impersonal, the wall so pale and...

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Pain as a Hobby Parts I-IX
Written by Tavarus M. Moreland
Copyright 2010. All rights reserved

Sorry Yulli, it was little unfair to suggest the title
You’re only 23 but I promise to leave room
Heck by that time, I...

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I entered a little contest on the soup
Where entries were judged according to
Merit and favor and everything good
With a judge who knows poetry as they should

My entry was scribbled on the back of a card
Then...

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Dear Computer, have I told you what a great friend you have been?
How you tackle my emotions, turn them sometimes to a win?
Having retired from my career and job of nearly thirty years,
I'd already had...

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I.

A young boy in a desert trailer,
wishes inspiration will fall in him,
pitter, patter, like raindrops,
transforming into keytaps,
on the ancient yellow-screened word processor
that was his father's pride and joy.

The letters are angular, ancient, precise.
like gemstones that...

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As a child we watched George Jetson face-timing Mr. Spacely.
We knew this would never come to fruition.
Our stereo players took an entire end table.
Videotaping was not even a future dream.

Tape recorders were enormously heavy and...

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I always wake up angry.
Every time.
Every single solitary time.
I'm not joking.
And I jump out of bed enraged.
Sophie Dog wakes up angry too.
She growls at me, as I pull her covers off.
I wouldn't have to do...

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I went to my art studio to view my latest paintings,
because frankly, I had completely forgotten what I was
working on, or whether I was working on anything.

I recognized none of the paintings on first glance,
then...

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It's a pooible idea that we set our love aside,
It’s a pooible idea that we need to take a break,
It’s a pooible idea that our time has come and gone,
It’s a pooible idea that love’s...

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Unwritten page

A blank page on the word processor I ought to leave it this way
just look at it and dream what I could have written.
If I delete the words written, it will be a blank...

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Unwritten page
An unwritten page on a Word processor, I ought to leave it this way 
look and dream of what I could have written on the page
If I delete words I have written, the page...

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A WRITERS LIFE
 There is on Facebook pictures of dead film stars
 like Elisabeth Taylor, who was born in London 
and photos of her childhood. 
I don´t really care about this. We should remember her
as...

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S truck up the task launcher and set up the word processor
I  guess you’d say that’s my  professor.
T hat’s the easy part when nothing makes sense in my head.
T he hardest part is...

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(5) Ode For Me

Don’t be down
Don’t be sad
It was not meant to be
He’s got you
You’ve got him
And I have still got me



(6) Mark of Respect

Oh, I know all about respect:

After all, father,
Didn’t you leave its...

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Ploughing 

The farmer has ploughed the land around the almond trees
 the earth is rust red I took up a handful it was lumpy, full
 of dead plants and still warm from the sun.
A breeze...

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The best of years

in a side room where things are put to be used later but never will
there is an old “brother” typewriter gathering dust, bought a day
I felt like Mike Spillane, drinking whisky and...

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I’ve moved thirty-seven times, been employed in four hundred jobs.
People love to hire me; I am enthusiastic, fun-loving, and high-energy.
I do well on job interviews. I am also tenacious and persistent.
They think it’s hilarious that...

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Nature program 
  I can`t use the internet the line is broken
 can use the word-processor though but on whole 
I have to watch TV for news.
today I saw a nature program about spiders....

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