Short Fangled Poems
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every morning
birds bring Your acclamation
every morning,
I hear a new-fangled song
nature’s joy, Your mastery
To sing out the Star Spangled Banner
In the most appropriate manner
You must have four
To sound out more
And highlight that new fangled scanner
TECHNOLOGY has finally overcome STORYBOOKS;
psychic VISIONS and scientists have foretold.
COUSIN prefers these new-fangled technologies;
it's a tiny book stronghold.
"Poppycock and hooey indeed,"
Said the man of the new machine ran by steam
"It shall never catch on,
Even after I'm gone."
Sobering words by the first train casualty.
A stubborn old man from Palm Springs
has no patience with new-fangled things
He hates cars—he’ll just walk
and a sundial’s his clock
He won’t fly until God gives him wings
2/4/22
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He's trying out that new-fangled deep fryer for Super Bowl
The third firetruck arrives at Half-time
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For Brian's "Spaces" contest
Watching from my alabaster face
sometimes hands will wipe my face
every second counts my days
My forlorn voice
always met with grunted dismay
Watch you cower
as i strip your time
once oiled
now choked
by skin and dust
counting minute minutes
ours are the hours
some
time
sometime
I'm an old fashioned fellow
In a new-fangled world,
A square peg in a very round hole.
Gone's the world I grew up in,
This one's in a tailspin
And spiraling out of control.
Sometimes it's hard to keep up
As the world rushes by
And technology isn't to blame,
But the whole human race
Needs to slow down its pace
Before velocity snuffs out its flame.
Why all the fuss?
Having trouble with calculus?
When dividing a number that may vary,
it needn't be so scary -
such division, not so primitive,
is called a derivative,
and the inverse of that operation,
a new-fangled multiplication,
which, by storm, is taking the nation,
by the name of integration.
If you disagree, and are disputin',
take it up with Isaac Newton.
New fangled stuff.
Blocks of “blah” everywhere.
Warbling people.
Some type of excision.
Depression is a fancy platter to me.
With those little painted on patterns.
Hissing crickets.
All those random splotches got sorted out.
And more groaned forth.
Happiness feels…mangled.
Depression awakens me like breakfast thrown in my face.
Orange juice tells me to start the car for work.
This is old.
The mountains look down their nose at us all.
With disdain they find the facts of mans fall.
They remember those who climbed their north face.
Made it to the top then to outer space.
If only we knew just what we would find.
Alien spieces of the divine kind?
Maybe we should stick to a simple thing.
Like flying a kite or learning to sing.
There is a reason we must sieze the day.
before they find a new fangled way!
My computer and I, always good friends,
Have avoided all the new-fangled trends.
Long ago I decided it would work for me,
Not the other way around, don’t you see?
I don’t need “Word” trying to get in my head!
For years, “Excel” has held me in good stead.
By modern standards, seen with the relics…
A monitor, keyboard, and a mouse that clicks.
I’m too old to change, my old ways I’ll cling,
For I can still make my old computer sing!
The sun eats away at the hills aloft.
My thoughts with ease drift off.
I allow to be carried to ventures and dreams a drift
Fangled places diamond oaks a rift
What would the world be like
if i would release these visions a might?
On a world of many limits
that punishes change's herd and those in it
Maybe i flatter myself to great
Maybe i should answer conformity's berate
Maybe i should see myself on a different plain
and believe myself to be insane