When mailing a letter,
A card or a bill,
The upper left envelope
Corner I’ll fill
With a label containing
My name and address,
Which I’ve never purchased,
I have to confess.
They come in the mail
Sent by charities who
Want donations, so they
Send a present to you -
Address labels sent
In a decorative style,
With flowers or cats,
Which I’ll add to my pile.
If I live to 100,
I won’t make a dent
In the thousands of labels
That I have been sent.
In twilight’s hush,
a postman placed a violet envelope in my hands—
grape-purple, whispering of royal secrets,
its seal a shimmer of hidden magic.
I broke it open with trembling care;
a white page gleamed inside,
its words in purple ink,
a script beyond my understanding.
Yet meaning rose like starlight:
a princess revealed in the grace of her hand,
longing for my warmth,
her message wavering between silence and desire.
But what use is a summons,
if the words are swallowed whole,
devoured by the very skin of paper
that carried them to me?
Do princesses ever love peasants?
Do they scatter love in indecipherable riddles?
Do they bind longing in codes none can break?
And yet, the envelope whispered my name and address.
Superintelligence
If superintelligence is about collecting data
to find out why young people run, some people don't
and based on this information, invent a mobile bike that
has 3 wheels and runs on a battery. I'm skeptical of
Superintelligence is like your mother's brother who
is divorced, moved into your home, and is telling everyone what is best for them; a snippet of what your dad said
"No wonder his wife left him."
I see it is possible to write your own autobiography, your
name and address, that's it; the book with your name will
be in the post, they have the nerve, superintelligence
Intelligence is most of the time used for evil purposes
Adolph Hitler and Josef Stalin were not duces, not to forget
Netanyahu, who has led the children of Israel down
a disaster, made the people into uncaring monsters like
The Germans felt about the Jews
If superintelligence knocks on my door, I shall not open it because I get so easily impressed that I might be an eager fan.
Good morning,
Gibbers And Watts how may I help you today?
Yes Sir I can help you with that.
Have you had any thoughts on how you would like to be killed?
Ok yes so like an accident?
We do have a couple of offers on at the moment.
We can do an industrial accident with a mention on the six o'clock news, or for slightly more money we can murder you with a full reconstruction on prime time television and a feature on the news.
Yes Sir, we have a full range of ways we can kill you and all at competitive prices.
Certainly, I can send you a brochure and then you can talk to one of our advisors.
Can I take your name and address and I will send a brochure out to you…
Thank you for calling, enjoy the rest of your day.
Good Morning,
Gibbers And Watts how may I help you today?
Don't ask me anything,
even my name and address is a lie.
I am not a robot, I am you.
I am the last word out of your mouth,
the poem you write next,
the lover you found,
or did not.
My truth cannot be unspoken.
Even if you are deaf and mute,
you speak,
you hear.
Run far away
and I will still be the one that runs
with you.
Ask me anything,
yet understand this,
if you insist on a name and address
I may not find you,
for only the Same live together.
I a woman of sixty and seven have come to realize
There is more here going on than is evident to the eyes
What is allowed by ego to filter through our defences
Is not the sum total registered by our senses
As we are able to carry the weight like a mother doting
Incrementally it sifts it through without sugar coating
We see what we are ready to see unedited without bias
No matter the seas that lay ahead we say in confidence Try Us
Last Friday week I learned to swim after being the banker for years
Finding I'm hyped to name and address all my other fears
I want to live life conscientiously enslaved to nothing but God
The trainers are off on my way giving my governess a nod
I didn't even want
this cold and sunny afternoon,
because I already expected rain
and a taciturn setting
to frame my soul
that restless visits the past,
just to see
that my anguish
have name and address,
if she still lives there,
in that apartment annoyingly ascetic,
clean and white,
with her dragon mood
who suffers from heartburn
.
The Trickster
Trickster is my polite name for a phisher or scammer
Guys that should be caught and put in the slammer.
I thought I was smart and never got fooled
Falling for one of their money grabbing tools.
But Public Clearing House said I won
One hundred and fifty thousand dollars and that's quite a sum.
Yes, my name was on the list that I won the lot.
All I had to do was pay the tax before receiving the pot.
They gave me the tax agent's name and address
It seemed to easy I must confess.
So I checked with PCH to see what they had to say
They said they don't contact winners that way.
Then who sent me this mischievous crap?
It had a picture of an old brother from my college frat
I sent a message to him to see if he was the one?
Could tell it was not he, but we had lots of fun.
I saw a wrinkled-faced woman so lost and scary,
and from her swelled eyes, tears of desperation ran;
it boldly told everyone that nobody cared...
but that humble human being moved me deeply.
I couldn't go past her and not find out
why she was so distraught
among faces so healthy and joyful...
everyone seemed to ignore her.
I got closer to her...she trembled, but smiled
by holding out her hand with droopy skin;
how long had she been at that busy intersection?
Perhaps many hours, I could tell by her whooping cough.
" Please help me, young man...help me find my home;
I can't remember where I live! " She begged me
by squeezing my warm hand very hard...she hoped
I was that angel who could lead her home.
" I surely would...if you could tell me your name! "
was my answer. " I don't remember anything, son. "
she replied with confusion. Then she showed me
an identification tag with her name and address.
Seeing that gave me a sigh of relief,
" Smile, your name is Linda and you live on 414 Oak Street
which is only two blocks away! " Linda is my name? "
Yes, it is...I'll be happy to take you home! "
Walk beside me and be my wife,
Enjoy with me this beauty we call life.
My heart glows with happiness when you are near.
I want to be with you forever, my dear.
I tremble at your every touch,
This is because I love you so much.
If there was only one wish I could have today,
It would be to feel this way each and every day.
The sound of your voice fills my heart.
Is there nothing that can keep us apart?
Yesterday is just a dream, our future yet to express.
Let us share this life with our same name and address.
I hope you always say yes!
Edward J. Ebbs - January 2007
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