Short Cursor Poems

Languid notions
Curse my head
The cursor on 
My screen blinks_...

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Small mobile manual
Device that guides selection
Of tasks on display....

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QUESTIONKU

silent cursor
across google earth
zero gallons per mile?

© Harry J Horsman 2012...

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Damn is it hot
I raised my arm
to adjust the cursor
three flies lay stunned
on the keyboard.


John G, Lawless
©7/30/2019...

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above the rainbow...
silent as the mouse cursor
across google earth

Entered Balloons Poetry Contest
Sponsor Anthony Biaanco
7th Feb 2023...

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An extension of man
His thoughts it scans
The mind it maps
His ideas in a can

The cursor blinks
So he can plan
His ideas he types
His release in a pen...

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I.

control plus a,
delete - 
ink on the keyboard.

II.

nothing to write;
i press
too harddddd.

III.

a cursor
betwen a window and space -
mental block....

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All my friends are 
virtual online
Arms-length fraternal,
 distance sublime
Safe in my cave,
 with cursor in hand
Downloading affection
—beyond all demand

(The New Room: April, 2021)...

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When I installed you to my life, 
My heart went packed of love, 
Like a ROM in full memory .
I was initialized and formatted,
Yet you remained saved.
Just a nanosecond, 
I became your cursor 
And you were my mouse....

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The pen and the keyboard…
  their white flag of truce

Now shattered and tattered,
  new words on the loose

The ink stains once mighty,
  a cursor now reigns

As deep into cyberspace,
 —the future proclaims

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)...

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SOCIETY AND THE HOT AIR BALLOON

Them that need to climb
ride as the hot air balloon--
soon come down to earth

© Harry J Horsman 1992



THE VIRTUAL HOT AIR BALLOON

Ride with the rainbow--
silent as the mouse cursor
across Google earth 

© Harry J Horsman 2010...

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The blinking cursor taunts
I know not what it wants
Alone it sits and pleads
I know not what it needs
And yet.....and yet....
My fingers hover
over a keyboard
Aching....longing
for the touch
of a distant lover
lost
not for words
but for passion
not lust
but fire
The cursor winks
come hither
caress me
whisper to me
to us


John G. Lawless
7/11/2020...

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The cursor blinks for the 254th time and I am still here,
sitting, letting my thoughts wander
to the left, what is left, 
If there is anything left
to wonder about

And    I realize that there is.
So much. Too much that I just have to smirk.

I am afraid that everything that will come out
would be sad, pitiful and wallowing.

Yet another boo-hoo poem.

It is nice to know that sometimes,
I do not disappoint myself....

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Fn->spacebar lights my keyboard
So I can see the keys to score
Wanted placement in the game of poetry
Top links in line so I'm not ignored

Little mouse help route my cursor
So more corrections makes things less worser
Oh I miss my pen and eraser
And the days I was an ardent curser

But today I let the keys do the tapping
While my mind is set a rapping
And the computer seems to do more work
As I'm just here wide-awake napping...

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Autumn senses..
Turn a leaf that fly to ground.
Like the surf that must be round.
Loosen minds are Autumn- minds.
Rove to Eden does no sins.

Drift in winds are Autumn- senses.
Cursor ways are lights with ends.
Surface dust is Autumn- skies.
Autumn life is easy pies.

Pollute worlds have polluted airs.
Filthy messes are not so fair.
Autumn scenes are worlds that stained.
Social stairways need to think.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------...

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The peacefulness of its blue light
blinking into my catnap
never stirs me from my daydreaming,
rather lets me know
my computer is waiting for my next move.

Just like the cursor 
when it turns on and off,
that blinking blue light tells me to come
whenever I'm ready, so my computer will be too,
it seems to love the touch of my fingers.

I'm only so happy to be obliged.

Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera...

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There was a keyboard
And then there was an open book
On top of that, a taunting cursor
And also a feather-tipped pen.
And then I saw piano keys,
And gadgets and knobs with teeth
And foreign words and tongues
With the tang of bitter history
And I didn’t know what to say
I didn’t know if I was qualified
So I crouched down on the asphalt,
Clawed at it ‘til my fingers bled
And scratched my sad little thoughts 
into the earth and out of my head.
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