God forgive me for being opinionated
For not all of us are fuchsia infactuated
With that young peacock preacher
Watch him puff up proud to lead her
To her denim despair
From the pulpit to satin’s pit
You see they had a ten year affair
Wow look at his ego glow
Neon on ions of black pride
She did a Facebook post
A tell all and then she cried
But her photos although damning
Were like spamming
The church will forgive him
But not her
He is a habitual fornicator
A loose lip ladies leech
Instead of removing him
They will only lift him up
And pray he keeps his gift of prophecy
Despite the hypocrisy
The money keeps flowing
Congregation keeps growing
Categories:
spamming, abuse, anger, angst, anti
Form: Free verse
Eyes teleporting in zig zags
Spamming like daggers
Humanoid skull
Veins expanding out
Skeleton hand orbiting
Soul screaming
Love burning
Shrouded in darkness
It's hard to frame it in a picture
It's hard to add it in a mixture
Abstract emotions are swelling behind the light of my
retinas
Demonic angels i guess
A challenge to a game of chess
I'll chant a curse and I'll bless it
Abstractually speaking
Categories:
spamming, angel, anger, art, emotions,
Form: Free verse
So you’re feeling like a lab rat,
cagey edicts don’t experimentally sit well with you
Those white coat government cats
be cheesing you off with the moldy logic they spew
Lockdowns are the latest liberty mousetrap —
Regulatory rules
has you shuffling priorities in a
decision-making maze
Masking your fears makes you jargon adept
Bureaucratic tools
got guinea pigs in info-read disarray
Bombarded by EM waves
Keep Pied piping that pandemic noise
24-7,
sunup to sundown
Audio dosage got you losing your poise
Nine eleven
is the replicated alarm
Nervous ticks
be giving you untimely, irregular palpitations
Keyboard clicks
spamming your eyes with scientific divinations
Herd impunity has you so unhinged!
Injectable salvation
is being force fed in a plastic syringe
Petri dish piety,
it has plenty of quarantine side-effects
Vial hesitancy
will hazard the odds to cadaver dissect
07-25-21
Categories:
spamming, angst, fear, science, word
Form: Rhyme
When They Pushed
Poem was pathetic and ended up rotten
When received wished you hadn't gotten
Grammar was mixed up in a big mess
How horrible things were have to confess.
Should have seen usage of each italic
Looked like symbol similar to a phallic
Being awkwardly stuck up in the air
And do it again, you wouldn't dare.
We finally came to the realization
Never knew nothing about punctuation
Thought to capitalize was a capital crime
So she avoided using it all of the time.
She even thought sentence diagraming
Were atomic charts and used in spamming
Entire English Department we did chastise
When recommending poem for Pulitzer Prize.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantationm
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
spamming, funny, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Cursors, failed again
My cursor has a secret life
devoid of fingered touch
darting about the internet
always in a rush
going to the strangest places
hanging out with “bookies”
inviting them to come and play
leaving trails of “cookies”
A single click
a tortured plea
someone please
respond to me
a double tap
upon the right
let’s crash the place
it’s party night
So sits my cursor
sheepishly wishin’
she’d stayed at home
and not gone “phishin’”
as flashbacks from
her sordid past
revisit her
in spamming flash.
Now she sits in rehab mode
“geek squad” modification
while I sit in another room
awaiting interrogation.
6/28/2015
Categories:
spamming, computer, life, technology,
Form: Verse
Alarm clock, the scream begins the day.
Hurriedly I rush to shower and dress.
The car where I speed to fight my way.
The cell phone already crying in distress.
Elevator with the company’s display.
Email cluttered with today’s spamming mess.
Time saving, what they called them long ago.
Time taking is the only thing I know.
Categories:
spamming, business, computer-internet, on work
Form: Ottava rima
SPAMming is now a way of life,
eye just decided those people aer alive.
When you delete SPAM messages they still survive.
The people silly not the messages.
I meant the silly people of course not ewe.
Of course ewe dew survive. Now wait where was eye?
SPAM. We aer NOT trying to murder them just to avoid
the curcumstantial evidence of mis-directed information
and robotic responses found so hard to manage in e-mail.
SPAM. We call it SPAM. SPAM.
Why? eye don~t know but the namme is deserved.
Someone is actually and factually driving a real car
to an office. Sitting in a chair in a red dress.
Turning her computor mouse toward my address.
SPAM. OH NO.
I am sent another SPAM to my e-mail.
GOD help US.
Oh it is OKAY.
Eye have a TOOL-BAR.
Automatic-delete-delete-delete-beep.
SPAM.
Who are you OH woman of SPAM.
Wait eye don~t hate you,
Thank you for sending me SOME.
SPAM.
I love you but your message MUST go.
Automatic-delete-beep.
OH NO
Categories:
spamming, children, funny, parody, people,
Form: Free verse