For my outstanding printer, an ode to you
(for days, you've spoken not a word.
No heaves, or thuds, or reluctant clues
you sit silently, and I'm feeling awkward)
to my faithful friend,
this honor long overdue.
Each time I called, you answered cheerfully.
Spent hours together, I'd feed, you'd shrug,
(but now I gaze on your silence fearfully:
I'm terribly afraid you have captured a bug.
Please open your eyes,
sing offkey again.)
I want the world to know, and of course you,
I honor you as an exceptional MOST!
When things were bad and coming askew
you helped me through. Without you, I'm toast!
(Please wake up soon,
I'm begging you.)
February 27, 2023
For Jeff Keyser's "Write an Ode Poetry Contest"
Categories:
printer, appreciation, friend, humor,
Form: Ode
printer not working
checked one hour, couldn't repair~
power switch was off
Date: 1/13/2021
Categories:
printer, fun,
Form: Senryu
My son prints out his kids’ assignments
Since there’s lots on Zoom
And Hadley’s job is getting them
From the computer room.
But in addition, she now gets,
And showed us on the phone,
Some notes from “Mr. Printer”
As the signer’s name is known.
In kindergarten, Hadley’s just
Beginning now to read
So little notes addressed to her
Are wonderful, indeed.
She needs a little help with words
But promptly writes him back,
Not knowing that of Daddy’s voice
The writing sure does smack.
It’s very sweet and soon enough,
She’ll figure it all out.
For now, though, both are having fun,
Of that there is no doubt.
Categories:
printer, granddaughter, son,
Form: Rhyme
The printer has gone berserk
Throwing out my work
Launching A4 paper asunder
Is it any wonder
That if you need to make haste
It is easier to copy and paste
Halt bedeviled font copying machine
Such tandrum I have never seen
A4 all over the desk and floor
Throw the switch, pull the plug
Damage you will do no more
Categories:
printer, technology,
Form: Rhyme
Printer, Printer,
Why so ink?
Some days blue, have you got the ink flu?
Don’t print grey, be happy all day..
Printer printer
Categories:
printer, angst, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
The Printer takes our written words and with a little ink,
He tells the world in black and white what we all think,
He may serve for finances or business of his own,
With Soho notes and member cards of where to write or phone.
But one or the other, his importance is supreme,
Because his craft is needed in promoting every gym,
His letters spell the words we mean or hide the ones we think,
Whenever we speak in terms of the Soho printers ink.
Categories:
printer, beauty, career, devotion, write,
Form: Verse
Throw it over the second floor
Or better yet bathe it
Since it never seem to.
Kicking doesn’t help
Or talking either
Everybody just thinks me crazy.
I’ve thought of starving it
No paper, No work
We’ll see who’s smiling now.
Oh wait for a sec,
Do printers eat Ink or paper?
This machine irks me
So before I kill it
I wonder,
How much jail time
Do I have to do
For killing one Stupid Printer?
Categories:
printer, funny,
Form: Free verse