we were bombarded for half an hour.
pepsi, popcorn and upcoming movies blowhard
gaudy and ostentatious and galling
my son asks, 'when is it going to start?'
jet-lagged to infinity
i was woken up by an onscreen scream
or it might have been the last trumpet
after the movie i go to the bank and the
clerk doesn't know what i'm talking about
high time hoodang and deposited cash
on the radio that morning the new prime minister
is applauded and cheered into number 10
he wants to shake hands with everybody in the country
there are no birds in our garden
I sit down and write
a poem to share.
I have friends on Poetry Soup—
they’re everywhere.
They’re everywhere
my friends online
who also take the time
to write and post.
To write and post
the insights we share
flicker onscreen
for the world to see.
For the world to see
we seek our muse
to shape our dreams
into stanzas others will see.
The stanzas others will see
bear witness to storied lives
our visions and our strife—
I sit down and write.
T
TO MY YET UNBORN
To my yet unborn, I must say this to you
You will experience a world so unlike mine
Much of it a computer generated scene
Old leadership and sagacity from books
Will no longer be quite as it first looks
Printed words, even if displayed onscreen
An A.I heritage regularly crossing the line
But all of this I‘ll wish to never come true
Growing into a different way of thinking
You’ll never realise what could have been
A handshake conveying a mark of trust
Identity as who you are, and how you act
There may be little left that’s real, in fact
Remember my words, but do as you must
The world of tomorrow won’t be so green
And watch out if the lights start blinking
Mr. Armstrong
an alien unseen
wrote with my pen
saying frog legs
are an order undone...
so what would it mean
if the play of the day
played out onscreen
would the Stonehenge astronaut
know where to begin
gone for so long
dragon Sang
Sung that song
and so what of
the Jedi Queen
away on holiday
in the space between
"it's hardly two worlds"
to know where I've been...
"so hear I am
to appear amid
the four-seen"
Perfect Fix
The numbers 5 and 6 are not working on my laptop
I was smart and logged in using the onscreen keyboard
I used my computer for a day doing new poems
And publishing over 20 ebooks to increase my sales
Then I did a system restore to fix the numbers 5 and 6
This took all day and I went to sleep letting it work
I woke up and checked it but oh bloody hell!
The system restore failed and the laptop is ed
I can’t use it or turn it on and the numbers 5 and 6
Well work it out both are still the same so now what?
I need to work my magic and fix the computer
Maybe throwing it out of the window will fix it!
Slight chill to the mist laden air
A clinging to warmth, homebound lairs.
Bring down the trunks of warm woollies,
Lay out soft scarves, gay similes.
Sneakers come out, sandals go in,
November enters cold and clean.
Whispering frosty sweet nothings
Migratory birds taking wing.
It’s a time for hot chocolate
Snuggling under cosy blankets
Taking a book to bed to read
November’s heart in ink, to bleed.
With a Mont blanc pen or onscreen,
Edit the draft, and send it in.
Old soul November’s days have rhyme
Hushed melodies yearning to chime.
Month before advent, wintry Lethe
Take stock of life, hold on to myth.
Let's convene and intervene,
The misdeeds of Covid 19,
I wish for a time machine.
Nothing could've stopped our daily routine,
Had we foreseen this deadly scheme.
We'd hold the past somewhere in between,
Averted this evil ordeal,
So I wish for a time machine.
From Space to Submarine,
Bombay to LA, Stockholm to Rome,
We were all stuck in our homes.
This bug's got everyone jittering,
So I want a time machine.
To undo the things which weren't meant to be,
Keep the world as it should be,
To avert the unforeseen,
Attend schools and meetings-not onscreen,
I want a time machine.
We the people were relentlessly fighting,
The loss we had was terribly disturbing.
Although the things are getting back to routine,
The world's still waiting for a Vaccine,
So I want a time machine..
VijayG
21 Oct 2020
When you try to redream a dream
It seems so real, it's like watching onscreen
You feel the feel
The emotion so real
Reach out and touch a movie-like theme
I can't sleep
My mind races and I can't relax.
I shiver in the darkness and my nose is cold.
I stare at a screen, thumbs poised to pounce,
Maybe you think this conversation is getting old.
I can't sleep now.
As a jingle rings in the silence
My heart thumps out of time
A tap onscreen to read, then a smile
To make me this breathless should be a crime.
I don't want to sleep.
My thumbs are tapping without my control
But they know just what I want to say
I picture you smiling in the darkness like I am
I wish I could see you the next day
I should be asleep now.
I type my goodbye seconds later
Just for you, a personalised goodbye
Burying my nose under blankets
I'm so happy that you are my guy
I'm falling asleep.
A chime in the night, I lift up my phone
See the reply, I am breathless once more
Lay my head on the pillow, thinking to myself
"How was I living without you before?"
I hug my pillow and fall asleep smiling.
Error Code >
Laid down her arms
relinquished the chair
The challenger had arrived
flashed up onscreen
Repeating the action
She examined its power
Efforts to no avail
It returned to the scene
Our hero was facing
A technical hitch
That unforgiving popup
With the evil red sheen
Carefully she read
But could not comprehend
Commas colons and code
Both seen and unseen
Ah, the dire terminology
Bane of the user!
System thirty-two?
Now what could that mean?
She wouldn’t take defeat
At least not lying down
And so took to the cursor
Whizzed it ‘cross the screen
A courageous move
Though a foolish one too
*Miss-click*
The hard drive was wiped?
Damn this machine!
He lands onto the highest perch,
"Top of the world, Ma, Top
of the world!" Who knows where
our Jimmy went if not there.
Before he was an aerialist,
he folded onscreen on his way to
the chair so that the boys who
followed him would have no
heir. Now, that's a hero,
grapefruit or no grapefruit.
***
(Bird watching on my porch)
When meadow flaunts her robe of green
and covers me in tender lace
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.
From mantle wrapped by pure citrine
a peaceful view my breaths embrace,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.
Cascading dewdrops quite serene,
wheels gently to enshrine my face
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.
A nightingale takes wing, unseen
to pipe last croons within this space,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.
She glides around like myth's Celine
oh beauty lit by skyline’s grace,
her perfumed view, lights up onscreen!
The newborn dawn will spread its beam
lingering through mild slumber’s pace.
When meadow flaunts her robe of green,
her perfumed air drapes path’s onscreen.
Villanelle
Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round 4
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