Short Keystroke Poems

In a childhood long past
We saw images in the sky
And we made up stories 
As the clouds flew by.

Our imaginations soared
On a bright summer day
We lay in the mown grass
Our mind left to stray.

Now thoughts are stored 
In a cloud, like a yoke 
Retrieved by all to see
With just a keystroke....

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At times a poet joins us
    At times another leaves
  But when a master poet departs
    it's a dagger to the collective heart ...

  O, but if he pops in for a 'cuppa' or two
    his every keystroke will be ogled and reviewed
  And I see it happened to us this very way ~
    Chris Green posted a gem on our site yesterday!...

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Time slows,
The clock’s ticking comes to a close,
Each keystroke;
Just echoes...

Looking down upon your hands
Your vision flickers 
Making them dance.

Lay yourself down to sleep
Lead yourself into those peaceful dreams.

The attempt to resist the night 
Failed.
The blackness flows through your eyes
Your hands,
Your desk
All go bye-bye
And the walls crash down......

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Technology

We are 'da bomb'

No poetry here, I'm literal

Earth-to-space-to-earth in a split

There's no crack or crevice a bug can hide

(Thusly, we decide who's insect ... or viable asset)

Eye in the sky?!? An eagle has nothing on us

Day or night, peacetime or conflict time 

One tiny skin-to-plastic keystroke

And your worries are over

Just another day

For US....

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Listen to poem:

(a quick, staccato tapping of imaginary typewriter keys)

december!

(d(arkness)).
(e(nding)).
(c(old)).
(e(ven so)).
(m(emory(christmas hanukkah kwanza))).
(b(efore(ten))).
(e(ach(a flicker))).
(r(estless(me))).

(a pause; a cigarette flicked into an unseen ashtray).

(born)this(month)me,
(a small(fear))a big(joy)a whispered(prayer),
(this)light(a(breath))).

(a final, almost whispered keystroke),

(it is perfect).

...

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Fairly sadly song song song
Wearily, cheerily, wrong, wrong, wrong
Sometimes I need to just do one of these 
To get the kinks out
To see if I am alive
To chase away the sadness.
Banana Manana Yamana Hihanna.
Gong write, prong night, long, long, long.
Fairly sadly, song, song song.
I am so glad to get this
Out of my system 
Today especially….
I think I understand Dr. Seuss better 
With every silly keystroke.
Silly lets the sunshine in!...

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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....

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