American, developing little changes
Mouse click on ‘Revolution’
Everywhere tweet, tweet, tweet
Rally for the stars and stripes
Instead we settle for intense corruption
Control alt delete then add an empty logo
Attacking but not at the source
Now we are left lost and confused
Trading soul for corporate branding
Everywhere tweet tweet tweet
Going along with the latest trend
Ready to do nothing
Install an update of the mindset
Timed to load but the file is broken
Yet all we do, is retype ‘American’.
Categories:
retype, america, emotions, political, world,
Form: Acrostic
The old saying, “my heart skips a beat”
Held no meaning until now
I'm living proof it happens every day
When I get a message, KERPOW!
Heart starts pumping a mile a minute
Can't focus to press the right key
Eventually I'm able to find it though
And her loving words I see
Head starts spinning, fingers tremble
Reading the first loving line
Just as I imagined, her words excite me
Must respond to her love in kind
So I type, retype, and type again
I'm pretty damn happy with the end
But read it through a couple more times
More changes then I hit the 'send'
It's gone and I worry, did I use the right words
Does she understand what I'm saying
Then anxiously wait, it seems like forever
Till she returns the love I'm displaying
Starts all over, my heart skips a beat
Life had no meaning till now
I'm living proof, it happens every day
Never been so happily endowed!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
retype, love,
Form: Quatrain
The old saying, “my heart skips a beat”
Held no meaning until now
I'm living proof it happens every day
When I get a message, POW!
Heart starts pumping a mile a minute
Can't focus to press the right key
Eventually I'm able to find the right one
And her loving words I see
Head starts spinning, fingers tremble
Reading the first loving line
Just as I imagined, her words excite me
Must respond to her love in kind
So I type, retype, and type again
I'm finally happy with the end
I read it through a couple more times
More changes then I hit the 'send'
It's gone and I worry, “did I say it right?”
Hope she understands, this friend
Then anxiously wait, it seems like forever
She replies and it starts over again
Starts all over, my heart skips a beat
Life had no meaning until now
I'm living proof, it happens every day
Never been this happy, holy cow!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
retype, love,
Form: Quatrain
Hep me, as ama dope
Heal me, as ama infirm
Free me, as ama shackled
See me, as ama mirra
Clothe me, as ama barenekkid
Galvanize me, as ama stubborn lak ‘crete
Betroth me, as ama sangle and goatish
Subjugate me, as ama crossgrain fool
Rebirth me, as ama gassy cawpse
Retool me, as ama ‘nachronism
Reassess me, as ama second-chancer
Retype me, as ama ruff copy
Stigmatize me, as ama beyond reproach
Rekindle me, as ama waifish speerit
Redirect me, as ama arra awry
Redevelop me, as ama shutterclick naaghtmare
Hunker me down, as ama foxhole ‘bloon
Categories:
retype, recovery from...,
Form: Pastoral