(a series of Senryu poems)
We no longer own
our music or software, we
we rent them - subscribe
Think streaming music,
productivity software,
like 365.
A company can
make one product and never
innovate again.
Once, you’d buy software
and they’d have to win your bucks
with something improved
But now you fee pay
monthly, forever - or you
lose that whatever.
Homes are out of reach
so people rent apartments,
Ubers replace cars
Think of subscriptions
as techo slavery, we
need alternatives
None of us can change
the housing situation
unless we team up
And elect people
who aren’t total thieves and fools
enriching themselves
It’s a crazy thought,
I know - are we capable
of it anymore?
.
.
A song for this
Touristy Places by Paul Russell
i remember those nights at my mother's home
when and her brother would team up
and play a ghost game with me and my sister
by wearing the devil's horn that lights up and scare us
the cold breeze at night on rooftop
and there was just silence in the distance
as we were hiding in the dark
not trying to get caught as they were trying to scare us
Roar loud, leone.
Watch closely.
Watch and witness the lion's new fangs.
This icky mud covered world is all I know.
You’ve told me nothing,
What do I need to silence you?
I’ve found those answers.
Don’t you dare get in my way.
If you interfere,
I will salt the wound.
I think you’re confused,
There is no group.
I don’t team up with anyone.
This is how I live,
hear me?
With fangs of a lion.
This is the difference—
between your resolve and mine.
go to bed •think bemusingly of you
loop (cond) { tomorrow }
I rise in the morning,
jog an 8K •thinking of you, wash up
drink some flavored, black coffee
watch the morning sun balloon
eat toast while reading a set amount
write my unique and uninteresting analysis
work on half a dozen, odd assignments
walk .8 miles to campus •thinking of you
team up, with some older, uninteresting guys
interview a focus group, present dataset interpretations
walk .8 miles back to my flat •thinking of you
eat while reading a set amount
go to bed •think bemusingly of you
loop (cond) { tomorrow }
I rise in the morning…
.
.
Songs for this:
Falling Down a Wellby Jack J
Overtime (pt 1) by Mk.gee [E]
Do you have poise and grace,
Joy and peace in any place?
Don't hold grudges but reconnect
Find home and family but refuse a "sect."
Idealist captures just a small piece
But love shares it and finds peace.
There's surprises and mysteries,
Also a Creator's plan like arteries,
Flowing, give it time, fix mistakes
Two in communion hope makes.
Willing to leave or to change,
Letting hearts rearrange,
Invest in the Future with me.
Have our initials on a tree!
Sort out the negatives carefully but quickly
Keeping the hard-earned profit really.
Yes, think it all over but obey the Spirit.
Do you have the grit?
Appreciate people; they're never disposable!
Of this are you capable?
Believe in what you do.
God's works are mysteries but Life for you!
All can work for your good; all's okay,
Giving time, if you may!
Never tempt fate
But treat me to a Date!
Relax you say, perhaps easier said than done
Time to let down your hair and go out and have some fun
Stress and tension team up to wage war on all of us
This dynamic duo is not happy unless they create a big fuss
They attack our positive emotions in such a profound and negative way
We can't allow these villains of mayhem to control our days
It is time to stop them in their tracks by fighting back
Take a holiday to an exotic beach and have some fun
They seem powerless against the pristine waters and the gorgeous sun
Go out for a walk breath the nice air, and think only happy vibes
In the end, it is up to us to banish these negative emotions for evermore
We have the means, we just need the desire to boot them out the door
Aye, scurvy dog! Take one of those!
as cannonballs deal deadly blows.
A satisfying, savage row:
the bond between the rowers grows.
But rapid fire, be on your toes;
you’re in the open, all exposed!
How quick it ends? Nobody knows,
but in the end, it’s down she goes...
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Row To Riches is a multi-player "game" on the Aviron rowing platform where you team up to hold off the pirates from stealing your treasure. How fast and how hard you row determine how quickly you can fire and how much damage you can do with your cannonballs...
Gorgeous Brady was only ten
when he grabbed an old violin,
which belonged to his wealthy grandpa
Jacob and started playing, " Lacrimosa.
Some chords sounded too awkward,
he persisted and finally got them right;
why did he play that song never heard?
Had he in mind a sweet serenade night?
Brady didn't show a sign of boredom,
but continued playing with confidence,
the small theater was missing an audience;
he didn't mind, he wasn't seeking stardom.
One could hear his impeccable passion through his music,
the notes were loud and shook the clock's pendulum;
his speed picked up a dramatic, operatic momentum...
a chorus of Ooh's Oh's would make it sound angelic.
" Bravo! " A well-dressed man stepped forward,
Brady stared at him and smiled for the compliment,
" May I know the name of this genius imitating Mozart?"
" I'm Brady and I live in the cobblestone building."
" Then you must be Jacob's nephew: the owner of the theater! "
Brady nodded and shook the maestro's hand sensing its power;
would you like to team up with Mark the orchestra pianist?
He agreed and went on to became a famous violinist!
I usually try to write poems with a plot,
Sometimes pithy, and sometimes not.
My muse and I team up as one,
But if she bails before it's done,
And I can't finalize what's within,
I'm left without a plot to pith in.
A dark cloud covers us in the form of the New World Order.
Things like to organize such as cults, mafias and gangs.
They have found their home in the order and they are powerful!
When threatened they team up with pysops and the dreaded Illuminati curse.
They target individuals (TIs) with MKUltra and MKOften.
Their end goal is world domination and to destroy everything in their path.
Most dreaded is the no-sleep shot and the accompanying hell virus shot,
Designed to send their foes to an eternity of anguish.
But what about their power? An allegiance to dark, evil and greed.
A movement against human rights, world peace and freedom!
Will a heavenly wind ever blow this cloud away?
Or will we forever live in fear to the unknown of these secret societies?
When A Beautiful Morning, Song-Bird Sings
When morning songbird warbles lively dirge
Soul wakes unable to resist this urge
And when alone, these feet begin to tap,
Taking me to delight from last night's nap.
Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.
Heart joins rhapsody, colors team up
As if to fill life's joyous golden cup;
A miracle vanquishing worldly pains
Such a blessing very hard to explain.
Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.
Thus I thank songbird for gifting its glee
Arousing sleeping spirit within me
Nature's finer blessing given for sure
Restoring what world's dark has made impure.
Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.
When morning songbird warbles lively dirge
Soul wakes unable to resist this urge
And when alone, these feet begin to tap,
Taking me to delight from last night's nap.
Tis a truth, a great blessing to have found.
Robert J. Lindley, June19th, 1974
Rhyme
( Wherein Heart Can Finally See Hope And Light )
Birds of similar feather
conspire together
when sores of society
open chaotic doors.
A boiling abscess
provides easy access.
Statesmen must team up
before angry masses teem
and cross the threshold of justice.
Jan 11, 2021
If I have to move on/regardless won’t lose myself/ alarming like Charlie Chaplin/took a while to get a reaction/ hogging the role of who loves me the most/narcissistic or action figure/ we all gotta grow /if I turn Muslim would god give me stories unmask the beast Goldie Israel black Wall Street I’ve already done it/double up everything it/charge the game up/ any ring or trigger finger could give a who’s with her/blow abbreviations misses don’t be a roach and get caught up slipping /sacrifice me my conscious high jacks anybody/ in a regular mood had insecurity issues/ it’s strange how valuable food/ digest in your system/ get it?/give to charity more and you increase overall income/ over your shoulder cuz facts will target your feelings/turn to gadgets and drown all your freedom. its bull how now your awoke/suddenly just a victim/ opportunity goals position I team up/ the youth looking good/ first look at yourself and then lead them. I’m drinking a lot more but I blaze the weed up/ I sleep less all my battles keep me edgy/focus fines
Storing many years of waiting
Gambling with my neighbors
I bet my descendants will team up to come
This year they won’t miss
Nurtured in my arms, my children
will bring baskets
a vintage, a fresh food
After the sun awoke up
Moss-paved paths rang
Oh, my heart bounced eagerly
(The sun skewed…)
Gripped by thousands of my yearn
I saw tides come and go
Burning swiftly, the ghost of money
was temptation; was grey happiness
Scattered over my neighbors’ chest
where weeds were pulled out
Rowed out from my veins
My children didn’t come
Shards of rain seemed to cry
•Qingming Festival is the East Asian lunar holiday .
it usually begins around 4 or 5 April and ends around 20 April.
Dduring these days, relatives gather in graveyard to worship their ancestor.
All I need is a hug
Hold me
I am sad today
I need to know someone cares
Listen to me
Hear me out
Understand just a little bit
Turn the page with me
See mistakes
Criticize me
Critique me
Team up with me
Believe with me
Table full but never an impossibility
Help build me
I will build you
Balance is such a key ingredient
Acting whole
Gets old when there is a flaw
Honesty is better than a lie
Begin with me right here
We will reach higher levels together
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