Satellites watch time
in ten small bits of binary —
1024 weeks in a cycle
Telstra's flaw reset its clocks
to one cycle long ago,
so July 2026, became Nov 2006
With one swell swoop,
twenty years fell through the internet.
phones searched for now,
got a forlorn Time Lord
instead.
The First Com-Promise
You Don’t Notice
Un-Soon (Un-)Enough...
Howly Wonderful
Oddly Beautifully
Isolation Precision
It Is/Was Is...
Like Broken Glass:
Ever-(Un-)Glowing.
-Gray Squirrel
02-25-2026
It may fluctuate
But will later regulate
To grant you access
For you be ease of distress
It does give headache
Just to keep you awake
Over the night, you keep trying
Till it's no longer denying
It might delay your debit alert
After transaction successful
And with your worries flirt
Till it seems not stressful
It can make you sit for hours
Even after debit alert comes
Waiting till credit alert empowers
To collect goods bought cum tantrums
It doesn't look good coming forth
The credit alert long awaited for
Comes continuous shot henceforth
But never say goodbye whenever explore
I hear the whispers of forests,
Divine network mycorrhizal,
A vast ecosystem exists,
Which is the answer and the call:
We’re deeply rooted, one and all.
Before language, we had the trees,
Our great-grandfathers holding time,
We heard their wisdom on the breeze,
Messages sent in root and rhyme,
When we knew connections sublime.
The Mycorrhizal Network
“Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours—waiting for rebirth.”
Beneath the forest’s separate skin,
white threads connect each breathing thing—
fungal highways no eye can witness,
trading sugar for rain.
The Douglas fir feeds the hemlock
when shade has stolen all its sun,
carbon passed from root to root like gossip,
like care without a name.
The mother tree knows when her seedlings starve
and sends them what they need to live—
nutrients flowing through the dark communion
that makes the forest one.
This is the conversation
we mistake for silence up above:
ten thousand root-tips touching, speaking
in the syntax of soil.
When the chainsaw bites through bark and wood,
the network feels the amputation,
chemical alarms flood through the mycelium—
warning: something cuts, something dies.
A-rtificial
I-ntelligence
L-ets
E-veryone
E-xplore
N-et's
V-astness
A-nd
L-ife's
L-imitless
E-xpanse
©bfa042925
Monocrostic (Birthday of Aileen P. Valle)
Written: May 07, 2024
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he peppered peony
petals, poems ...
past my path
scattered starlight, songs,
moonstones …
spaning my spine
friendship fell
in felicity.
hush the bee hum in
my hooters were hazel
Begonias bloom
bound
silent songs
strum my sternum
funneled fairly
fetching forward!
fettered
gramophone of love
I let it slip away
That interrupted zoom meeting
Because of night loardshedding
On last saturday.
I let it slip away
My computer went off immediately
My phone lost network automatically
As power went away.
I let it slip away
I was so confused trying to find connection
Here and there to come back in supervision.
I failed and my stress gone away on that day.
April 02/2023
Written for poetry contest
sponsored by John lawless
Jordan slowly stood and I just sat there
all I could do for a minute was stare;
Pitifully sit try and make a guess
how many vampires were in town with us;
I wasn’t too sure I wanted to know
it’s just better to focus on the show;
Nothing else we really need to discuss
eventually they would come to us;
I looked at Jordan and he looked at me
we knew there was a probability;
It was a dangerous situation
given no choice but an introduction;
Without the approval of this network
would the masquerade lounge revival work?
Bhai phayru vada network chalanda
Kushta folad khanda phayra panda
Jhatkay la la maar mukanda
Thandi laash bana sut janda
Panj dus palang toor chaday
Panj dus manjyan bhan dityan
Gavah nay jina b-ndan sitiyan.
Agencia
You hack accounts and invade privacy
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You block signals and assist kidnappers
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You frame who you want?
You plant blasphemous chat and messages
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
You tell lies and delete evidence
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
In the name of obedience you lick feet of elite
Is this what you do
Shame on you shame on you
In the name of defense you cover smugglers
Is this what you do?
Shame on you shame on you
Officers who gives you the right to play with our lives?
Note. You wish me dead.
Musalman to bohat door ki BAAT hai,
Ham to shayad kafir bhi na rahay..
Do zabano do chehron vali makhloq.Abdus Salam.
Lurking in the foam
a whole network connected
The whispering trees
Go into the Badlands.
Get your private screening.
See how the universe works.
Have a double dose of psych.
Bath in its sea of love,
Smell the enemy within.
The dark tower.
The soul surfer.
In your warrior's way,
Embrace the den of thieves.
You'll feel pretty.
Now, get out of my room
Big city greens.
Anywhere but here,
Repo man.
the food looks good
cheese on things
peas and beer
the food looks good
toast and oysters
sauce on beef
a darkly browned, crispy
cut of chicken with rice
the food looks good
Friends, family and loved ones.
Sincere outpour of heartfelt concern.
The grief overwhelming but somehow more bearable.
I don't feel so alone.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
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