Lovers
Ever
Fall in blooming love,
Need brain monitors, surely
Romance human dance.
They stand in halls
Monitoring behavior
Waiting for unscripted
...movement
With paper and pen
Thought recorded
As evidence against
...difference
No matter the location
The system, firmly, in place
Keeping tabs on
...choice
Grown folk tattling
On game changers
Trying to alter narrative
...with action
Authority made aware
Power stripped naked
Souls being "self"
...in LOVE
Power vs Relationship
Leaving live wires
Trying to connect
...to source
Without Surrender
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-29-2026
Oh No! There went the Bell...and I'm LATE!
NO! There's that Hall Monitor I HATE!
First, he Knocked off my HAT...
Then, Clocked me with a BAT!
Oh, why did his his Parents have to MATE!
Next day, Slapped me and Spit in my FACE!
Then he Pepper Sprayed my Eyes with MACE!
With Burning, RAGE FILLED TEARS!!
And Prior SOCCER YEARS!!
I Kicked his JACK JOHNSTON into SPACE!!!
MONITOR
Just there for display, my role is passive
Just on off or sleep, as I never do much
As I’m of that older generation, you see
We even used to be designated an LCD
Yet familiar with acronyms, such as USB
But now, some are responding to touch
And ever larger, some are quite massive
Proud of my role, and to be clearly seen
Although of an age, my pixels are intact
The dusted surface still retains that gloss
No blobs or lines up and down or across
And some shame to concede such a loss
It’s still not bad how all the colours react
But at end of the day, I am just a screen
Agents against 'Woke'
ban, monitor
revise, exclude
like
'Natives' intruded
like
ships didn't deliver slaves
like
Anne Frank didn’t journal
like
separate was equal
like
history was meant to be revised
like
they want to see it.
I died on surgeons table
Before surgeons knife sliced my chest
Before anesthesia put me to rest
I died in imagination as hopes die in fable
Vivid thoughts ran amok
Which new abode I will go, if I die
What new way I will live, if I survive
Mind clueless, thoughts at dead end fork
Malfunctioning Valve plucked out
New Heart Valve transplanted
Ribs cut, Heart put on ventilator
Surgery over, operation table light put out
With dangling drips, in ICU, I was shifted
Resurrection hopes shifted to ticks of monitor
Two parallel lines will never meet
Even to the infinity
All the evils and greeds of mankind
Are preventing us from finding
The truths and logics of life
We are travelling in two parallel lines
With God and the universe
Truths and logics are hidden and twisted
Many politicians always prevent us
From finding the truths and logics of life
So that they can overrule the true world
The truths and logics of life
So that they can control, monitor and dominate the people
We have to be alert and wise
We have to divert our directions
Will we
The Composition of Shadows (II)
by Michael R. Burch
We breathe and so we write;
the night
hums softly its accompaniment.
Pale phosphors burn;
the page we turn
leads onward, and we smile, content.
And what we mean
we write to learn:
the vowels of love, the consonants’
strange golden weight,
the blood’s debate
within the heart. Here, resonant,
sounds’ shadows mass
against bright glass,
within the white Labyrinthian maze.
Through simple grace,
I touch your face,
ah words! And I would gaze
the night’s dark length
in waning strength
to find the words to feel
such light again.
O, for a pen
to spell love so ethereal.
Published by Contemporary Rhyme and The Eclectic Muse
Uniform waves
On a blue LED screen
Rhythmic contraction fading
And we all know what that means
White jackets Rush
Scrubs flying down the hall
Looks of panic
Slowly, to the grave he crawls
Large piece of mine
Yet more of theirs
Sitting in silence
Small room of chairs
Clipboard in one
A pain in the other
Quiet approach
We stare at each other
There's no coming back
The day is now done
We miss you already
I need one more day. Just one..
Wearing a heart monitor is annoying at the least
Aware of it's function, gives an indication of heart grief
Whether healthy of not
Free of nasty blood clots
Annoying, but could indicate a life long yummy feast
The Monitor
Behind The Painting
Watches Our Love.
From the Book/Movie "1984" by George Orwell
for the Senryu movie book scene contest.
I’ve been visiting for a long time;
but these days nobody knows me;
But this is not an unfamiliar situation;
it somehow seems to follow suit.
Perhaps this is all but an optical illusion;
or a masked disguise of hidden intentions.
A poignant story of love and glory;
and tears one parts from broken hearts?
Those encrypted depictions;
of abuse as a victim;
And pains that won't end
And will someone say amen.
I call it “The eye of the Lady of Refuge;”
as it rapidly fills with refuge and refugee.
The lady and the tramp or Mack the knife;
here probabilities are limitless;
But dare not to pull it to you;
unless you are a perpetual illusionist; so
Rock them and roll them;
make them wish that you owned them;
But if you chose to be real,
here is the deal;
With the Eye;
hello’s become goodbyes.
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