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The Printers clipped her Dash—
And caged her Breath in Chains—

Yet Time—
 its Lantern flickering—
Restores what none can name—

They pressed her Thunder flat—
But Silence wove the Wild—

One Century—betrayed—
Another—keeps the Fire—

The Raggedness they could not mend
 Fulfills her single Desire—

She would not sell her Storms—
Yet—
 Time perceives—

Dashes leap the narrow Page—
Where Songs could never bow—

Letters she sent—
To Sue—so near—
Held beyond the Press—
 In twine between the Lines—

Her Voice—untitled still—
Dwells in Quiet Rooms—
Waiting for the Lantern
 To scatter Hollows—

Ink may fade—
Fingers cut—and bend—
But jagged Breath survives
 Where Silence will not end—

Storms were never meant for Shelves—
 But for the Open Sky—

A Document printing job updates?

The simplification of a traffic jam
In an office
Finish print job
And release document to document owner
Mail fraud in possession of access
Whom accessed file of document owner wrong
Is in hearing
No hearing of printer job
No crime in owning document 

Homekey fraud 
Interpreted in California as economy 

Unemployed printers?

City does and does not operate hotels
Business transacts in appropriation of funds 
and ink press powers
In time observation 
Of collection is willing

Thank you again for sharing your feedback and helping us shape California's future.
Sincerely,
Governor Gavin Newsom

Obstructing journalism 
Very literal

The homeless point at and time move

Down generation gymnastic snatch skills
Front lines of tinder relocate shift reward visuals 
Out the house dodge 
Grades good bye byes

whiz kid inventors

Our inventions long ago surpassed the wheel and fire
paper, compass, printing press, penicillin, rubber tire
vaccines, light bulbs, electricity, radio, and colored tv
rockets, air conditioning, fiber optics, printers 3-D
we always think everything ever invented already is.
Until someone proves us wrong, usually a kid with Whiz.

Author's End

Wait until the sun sets
     over the distant hill,
Water then the flowers
     on the far window sill.
Turning down the curtain
     that will keep out the night,
One can sit in silence
     with the words yet to write.

One more cup of coffee,
     another page has come;
Bad guys are now standing
     at the end of a gun.
Only two more chapters
     are currently in plan,
Then off to the printers,
     the next writing at hand.

One day he will retire
     to a mountain retreat;
No more the endless days,
     no more nights without sleep.
Might just take up fishing
     down at the river's bend,
Enjoying the quiet
     so far from the pretend.

He knows they'll come looking,
     seems they always want more;
Yet no one understands
     when pleasure turns to chore.
Through the riches hard earned
     he's lost more than he's won;
Weariness has taken toll
     and this author's now done.

Bitcoin's Not A Hedge - Bitcoin Poem 077

Bitcoin’s not a hedge
It’s a permanent SOLUTION 
For the PROBLEM of inflation 
It’s a timely revolution

Yes, Bitcoin’s not a hedge
When the money printers run
But it is a bold SOLUTION
And remains the only one

When the money that you earn
Buys you less and less each year
It’s the money printers fault
So blame inflation for your fear

Though Bitcoin’s not a hedge
It has a hard and fixed supply
And a steady rate of issue 
So the time is right to buy 

Yes, Bitcoin’s not a hedge
Against inflation, it is true
But it is a great SOLUTION 
To keep wealth for me and you

Corpses May Stay Long At Mortuary

Can’t a rich corpse remain in a fridge
While the bereaved have gaps to still bridge?
The outrage that descends on faces
Varies with minds, background and races,
Deferment of interment a choice;
On the subject it can’t be one voice...

God had carried it out with Moses:
St. Jude Verse 9 of the matter closes,
Satan with Michael contesting corpse
Not perturbed by what from challenge drops
Until he got “The Lord Rebuke thee!
And he just had enough time to flee…

Corpse may stay long in mortuary,
Paid printers to hold obituary;
We aren’t the thing tormenting with ice:
Just buying time for guests’ meat-filled rice…

If

If printers in heart posted be,
Sweet memoirs printed can be.

Many a new taste tasted be,
Relations if tested can be.

An empty pan of poverty
Mused: if these stones roasted can be. 

Fair postmortem probed can it be
If tears shed, lab-tested can be. 

This breath that burns consistently,
As a reserve fuel kept can be!
______________________________  
Ghazals |02.07.2022| 

Poet’s Note: Not translation, I call it trans-creation (of a poem in Gujarati by poet Jugal Darjee (Master)).

Printers Apprentice

A printer's apprentice is my youth was

My canvas a 4 colour Heidelberg press no less

A 1000 + tons of  solid steel industrial ingenuity

That changed and formed the landscape we know today

Cyan,
Magenta,
Yellow,
Black

Through paper cuts from shuffling paper

And cleaning ink it would bleed into 
every crevice and cut in my hands

That to the untrained eye it looked as if i never washed

The ink what in which my hands lay

I printed black on white instructions you would find inside medicine boxes

And glossy catalogues to business card's

So through the power of printed ink

Reminiscing back

Somewhere out there to this day

Come what may

I may not have been Leonardo or Banksy

But hopefully I somehow left my mark

However insignificant

So i reap my own graffiti

Like the soldiers of the red army did on the Reichstag wall's

Before the rise and fall

Of Nazi and Communism

If There Were No Poetry

If there were no poetry
Here’s what I think – 
The world would flow over
With rivers of…that stuff you put
     in pens and printers.

If poetry somehow
Did cease to exist
The thoughts of all rhymers
Would surely be…just floating around
     in the air with no place to go.

If poems weren’t written
I haven’t a clue
About how I’d express
What I’m feeling…does anyone?

Mourning Has Broken

When you attend a funeral
you don’t expect to laugh
But a typo by the printers
was such a glaring gaffe
An N was mistyped in a word
So ‘Mooring is broken’ looked very absurd

It’s to be played when I pass, it’s a favourite song
And I’m sure that Cat Stevens won't get the lyrics wrong!

This happened at a funeral I attended recently, in the order of service there were actually 2 mistakes made by the printers

28/7/19

Irritation About This Generation

There are so many things I could rant about, 
things that drive me nuts with irritation.
Sometimes I just want to scream and shout!
God help me sometimes with this generation!

Printers make it so hard to print on two sides, 
What the heck is up with that renoun Dell?
Geez, why can’t all printers make it reverse inside, 
I swear I’m going to create a REAL printer to sell!

Or how swear words are too easily used, 
it’s so trashy to hear them over and over again.
Swearing too much doesn't make me amused, 
especially when dirty words are used by women!

Come on, blaming a waitress for a bad meal?
This just happened to me at Outback yesterday.
Don’t customers take in consideration how they feel?
It could cause the poor girl to have a bad day. 

You know what really frustrates me sometimes?
When I slice myself while shaving my legs like I do.
It’s a real problem and I feel it’s a terrible crime…
I could rant all day about these things…can’t you???


Rant Contest
Shadow Hamilton
May 7, 2018

My Ancestral Roots

Adam and Eve is where my tree starts
with Noah's son Japheth leaving his mark
spreading his DNA seed all over Europe
his lineage from long ago quickly passing the buck,

Ireland, Wales and Germany my family sprang
with Ireland the dominant one in our veins
coming to America because of the potato famine
a blessing in disguise for a new beginning,

Arriving in Ellis Island they passed the test
settling in Brooklyn where they made their nest
becoming printers, policemen and plumbers they tried their best
no longer poor but middle class like the rest,

Eventually they moved a little further out
tired of city life they wanted a new route
moving to the suburbs in Queens and Valley Stream
wanting nothing more than the American dream,

Handing down traditions like drinking hot tea
saying "gesundheit!" when somebody sneezes
with sayings like "a little hard work never killed anyone!"
and having faith in God and having a little fun.


6-1-17

Printer Printer

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.

The Era of Trampoline Floors

The emotions that bubble up,
Fizzing from your finger tips,
staining the already worn carpet
as it licks its lips across the floor.
 
Passion doesn’t spit both ways.
 
Would it feel like dancing?
Eyes holding onto another
with hands discovering
new found love on the small of a back.
 
Or perhaps more like breaking.
Love snapping into sixty seven bits
sixty six mice greedily grab, devour,
while one bit is left watching 
the other dregs collecting dust.
 
To have heart and soul ripped from its cage
and placed before the eyes
which have been stained 
with sin for so long.
 
Arms carrying ink cartridges to a lover.
Dripping dry the entire way,
so that no new romance novel will come
to existence,
and the empty printers will, too, cry themselves to sleep.
 
One set of two irises, two pupils
is all humanity receives
to view a universe so massive 
the eyes of God would need broadening.
 
“But no, passion doesn’t spit both ways”
No bouquets of hyacinths to fill the summer daze.
 
Our weakness turned blue as the sea
where the muted telephone was fed.
Refusing to feel anything but lonely,
yet never as alone as the hopeless romantic.

The Box

Got myself closed up in a box,
it's doors ain't locked,
Guess what?
I can't leave it!

There is air
that is filtered and cooled,
it should be good,
I can't breathe it!

There are PCs and printers 
and stuff,
it ain't too rough,
Why do I hate it?

Square are numbers and screens
and my eyes,
I am going blind,
Somebody save me!

Written 25th July 2016

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