Short Qwerty Poems

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Premium Member QWERTY

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the carriage bell dings~ "Shift key sticks again," she sighs, ink-stained fingers fly. clack-clack-tack like hail on tin— whole worlds trapped in QWERTY
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Qwerty, a Contest Idea

Why use words at all?
          Ban all words, makes our skin crawl.
          Only the numbers, yes?
          And,of course, punctuation marks.
          Perhaps..ah, but what then?

          Burn all print in a starlit park.
          I think it would be one, fine lark!
          Man since time began, used simple drawings.
          How about that?
          Reduce all poetic scrawlings!

                   8/21/2021
                        2

Its a Cookbook

These are the days of ambient light
Where speech is bastardised into winking icons
Where binary money buys the next upgrade
Sunlight seen through a man made lens
Imagination imprisoned on the net
Our lives the library books of an electric race
Relationships ripped on live tv
We are the desensitized generation
The qwerty kings and queens
all the answers a finger tip away
We are humanity trapped within the world wide web 
And the internet is never appeased

Types of Character

Qwerty makes us wonder: what about that uiop?
And above we have one, two, three,
and so forth and so on etcetera.

A type of thought we are forced into.
And, yes, a thought of type:
that qwerty and that uiop!

And one-to-zero looks from a higher place.
As we know, zero is one below one -
if you numerate, of course; yet it's to the right.

Is it right to place it to the right of nine?
Or should the right place be left -
the left of the place of one?


(17 Aug 2024)

Just My Type

qwerty gertie right hand gal
awkward and wayward old mail-order pal
with her long faded ribbons and carriage sublime
forever and always my partner in rhyme

flighty and flirty she may be indeed
or deliciously dirty whenever the need
in missive or memo,from poem to song
subject to subject we muddle along

conjuring images and setting them free
for unlocking my heart only she holds the key
without her sweet touch in a fine mess i'd be
forever and always-qwerty gertie and me.
Form: Ode


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