Short Electronically Poems
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Santa Claus is depressed
Its declining standards you see
The naughty list is now so long
It needs storing electronically
Where as the good list has shrunk
And now fits on a sheet of A3
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A little ladybug flew up to me and landed on my hand
Dressed in red with black polka-dots, looking really grand
I said, "Hello, How do you do?" ... Her answer was so sweet
She replied electronically, "Like a bird, I tweet!"
This wall of sensations,
Built electronically,
Footsteps walking towards it,
Calling your name,
Thinking is that me?
What do we have here?
The veins inside,
The stream that's running through,
To the other side,
The dark shelf,
Anthologies,
Spine tingling,
When do you open your eyes,
For all the fright to collide....
Don't talk to me
I'm only your neighbor
You stay in your house
I'll stay in mine
Don't look me in the eye
I don't want to see you
Or even look in your direction
I'll rush by
Don't bother knocking
On my door
If I need to talk to you
I'll send you a text
Don't think of me
You are not in my world
I only want to exist
Electronically
Tossing electronically-bottled messages
into the wild blue sea yonder
will they float like a boat or sink like a stone
it only makes me ponder
as optimistically-inclined
I often wonder why
some say, 'Send me an email,'
but then never reply
do my bottles circumnavigate the globe
or stay in the Sargasso for ever and a day
are they wrecked on the rocks of spam
while typing I waste my days and nights away
We are caught up in this digital distance
Tangled in strings of binary code
Texting in sequence but in silence
Transmitting thoughts on keystroke roads.
We are caught up in tactile indigence
An impoverished need for human touch
We receive electronic mental perceptions
By fonts implied as such.
We are caught up in digital rambling
Ritualistic taps of thoughts and rhymes
Suffocating until we tap, release and enter
Into the electronically charged sublime.
As Christmas draws near something's different this year,
At the North Pole all's quiet as can be.
Saint Nick and all of the elves he employs
Are online filling kids' wish lists electronically.
His wife, Mrs. Claus, is delighted because
Her jolly old husband's finally working from home
And delivering those toys to good girls and boys
Via UPS, FedEx, and Amazon drones.
...and Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays to all the good girls and boys on PS...