I live in a desert of emptiness last to survive
Hoping each day for a small glimpse of light
Two shoes without a soul in them
My hand has no feeling without one to hold
Kisses only touch thin air then disappear
My arms held open with no one to hold
The Christmas tree has wrapped empty boxes
Christmas dinner microwave cooked one dish at a time
Fear I have of being alone slows my heart beat down
Sitting by the phone just needing to hear a voice
A call I received: The last call for lonely hearts
A prerecorded message wanting a fee
Categories:
prerecorded, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
with an ego the
size of the
mother****ing
sun
glaring out upon
us all as if
to personally
manufacture a
“god” in the
face of the adoring
fans with slobber
hanging from their
mouths, dogs let
out loose for the
last piece of bloody
meat who will
worship anything
with an ass stuffed
in tight pants who
will bow at the alter
of the blustering
bulge bound in
those leather pants
who will believe the
prerecorded studio
singing tracks who
will stand back stage
waiting to eat them
out who will pay
a million for their
leopard pants---
this one wo/man
who bears no talent
but to open their
****ing mouth
wins all the hearts
& does the least
to provide anything
for the rest of the
band & when they
leave the whole
world of adoration
is brought to its
knees, as if the
drummer, the bassist,
the guitarist & anybody
else who got dragged
along for the ride
never existed to begin
with.
Categories:
prerecorded, life,
Form: Free verse
Beautiful blue eyes for upon me to gaze
Dangerously evading the traps in our maze
Screaming to find you deep in our thoughts
Reviewing all this love and confusion you brought
Using my heart for people to crush
Being with you is an absolute must
I want to one day again kiss your lips
It's not real until it dances across my fingertips
Holding your waist in the palm of my hands
Erupting and exciting all of my love glands
Smelling your skin while I wrap you naked and warm
You bandaged me up when my heart was completely torn
Caressing your skin pressed against mine
Creating invisible memories --- crossing the line
Wondering if one day they will truly be real
Trying to re-create the passion you make me feel
Categories:
prerecorded, lost love, me, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Started a job today
well below the pay
needed to keep my sway.
Most grotesque
throttling a desk.
In the distance
rolls with persistence
tracks guiding subsistence
floating on the Breeze
like some dormant disease.
John Tesh knows what’s best
for my bird and our nest,
whenever I get stressed
he spits out sound advice
from a script most concise
while 'Fast Car' plays
at nine on most days
to lock me in a glaze.
“Life could always be worse,”
creeps my mind like a hearse.
Got my two year raise
along with brash praise,
my best news in days.
With a pat on the back
I chug back on that track.
That common spot on the dial
suppresses all those hostile
emotions piling up bile,
but Teshy’s got advice on that
within his prerecorded chat
before playing 'We Belong',
must be his ten o’clock song
I try to hum along.
I try to forget why
monotony makes me sigh.
To the sound of chanting,
I was presented a plaque granting
praise to my decade of enchanting.
They honor my dedication
with a cheesy wall decoration.
In the distance plays
the calm, consoling rays
while I grieve for my lost days.
Categories:
prerecorded, allegory, introspectionsound, me, sound,
Form: Rhyme
That he planned his funeral is factual
And being a prankster quite actual
He prerecorded his voice
So when we kneeled on the joist
He said, "Hi there! Don't I look natural."
Categories:
prerecorded, funny, imagination, song-
Form: Limerick
The Electronic Indicator
The Electronic Indicator
Eye am sure and both of mee is certain that other writers have the same ideas
they mesh them gears along the same lines and fallacies that govern me
But gentle reader please give me the benefit and understand this plea
bargaining from mee
This poem is original to mee eye made this whole thing up just to be a poet
please read all my poetry the funny looking man whose name was Patrick came
again he said “My electronic indicator tells the time and plays a song
it almost dances on its own and plays a different tune under each hour indicated.
My electronic indicator is a disc player it plays a disc of my own choosing and
creates a playlist on the indicator list. My electronic indicator is also an electric
razor eye use it to shave my fist the hairs from off my knuckles kissed this electric
razor is also found on the indicator list. The indicator list also contains a
prerecorded tape of the TEN Commandments Movie starring Charles Wicked
Bronsema as the ruler of EgYpt. The Indicator of the
Electronic indicator tells the time. It's a digital clock eye found.
Categories:
prerecorded, imagination, mystery, people, science
Form: Free verse