- It was just a technical kiss !
so said the blushing moon...
when she kissed the retreating sun...
I've never twitted on Tweeter
nor am I an Instagrammarian
I've searched on Goggle
but cannot find MyFace on the interweb
I ask "how do I find the North Star?"
and get 4,460,000,000 hits, mostly ads
for an ice cream bar called "The Big Dipper"
so I go make some toast and eat lunch
at least I can work a toaster
Kids think I was born in the Jurassic era
believing my first job was swabbing the deck
on a Byzantine sailing ship
for I speak of phones connected to the wall
and TV sets with 4 channels and cars that got 8 mpg
I don't know url's from www's, or http's from html's
my mobile phone always auttocronects my speeling
and cyber censors block my search for 'penal colonies'
I cannot find the mute button on Zoom
so my belch might make it into the meeting minutes
my internet takes regular coffee breaks
and the only tweeting is the birds outside my window
so I sit at my screen watching dots chase themselves in a circle
trying not to get toast crumbs
on my high tech keyboard
Written 16 Mar 2022
The worldwide media's fake news
Is badly made to abuse,
Trying its trick to confuse.
Technical expertise
Developed running feet
'It's that technical,' I muttered
Pass the tech-bites spread the butter
Blinded lights under cover
Quiet support, LabQuest voice
TECHNICAL SUPPORT
My electronics, I could not awaken
I crave the calculating,
Competent competence
My electronics, I could not awaken
Much I marveled the technical expertise
that splendid, splendid computing
Pass the tech-bites spread the butter
Blinded lights under cover
Quiet support, LabQuest voice
TECHNICAL SUPPORT
Ah, distinctly I was determining
Suddenly, I heard some pinpointing
In cowboy days, western trails" HI HO Silver"
Expertise technical making of this “Testier”?
4/22/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Technical difficulties happen rarely
Not like the old days that made us hairy
Black and white
Focus out of sight
Tolerated it but still made us edgy
To me there is not justice in this world,
and no God awaiting us either.
So who, therefore, could freely harm an innocent soul,
and then each night sleep in peace for ever after?
For though many things that a man has done,
may well lie dormant through the passing years,
as if safe in a long-forgotten silence,
on some calm morning,
say in magic Spring,
with Nature beautiful and moving,
memories of scars on others that he made,
they will suddenly weep and break open,
sending shivers running down the spine
to haunt and torment with knowing.
And oh thus would that I,
from my cradle to my grave,
tried so not to have left on a person,
as in my goodbye to Pat,
the cuts of human pain,
and the hurt of my thoughtless actions,
when in truth I was crying out for the love she offered me,
even in the moment I last saw her.
Because your heart may never, ever, be given a chance again,
to express your regret to them and your deep sorrow.
We walk
And Talk
And walk a block
AHHH! A ROCK!
What a shock!
I trip and my phone flies up like a airplane
And the phone cries,"Oh no! This is not a good game!"
It dives down to the ground
It surely dies!
"I'm okay!" The phone celebrates.
We live in an age of technical wizardry
Like it or not we must master these mysteries
It's a strain on our brain
Often utter words profane
Pretty sure my brain has sustained a serious injury
© Jack Ellison 2016
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
climbing along the water's surface,
body turning on a skewer,
breathing bubbles,
exhaling fully,
metronomic to a viewer
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
fingertips, wrist and elbow angled
each below the other in turn
break the surface
then pushing forward
spinning the torso in return
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
catch before the full arm extension
pulling along the "railway track"
feel the water
hard on the forearm
and spinning the body right back
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
continue the stroke under the 'pit
pulling the elbow high and clear
uncock the wrist
pull with the triceps
whilst pushing the hand to the rear
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
lips breaking the top of the water
eye spying the rope of the lane
one sharp breath in
the wrist leads the way
to start it it all over again
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
Nothing further can be said.
No more shall now be spoken
from dispassion's distant bed.
Nothing further can be said,
as such deals are, by the dead,
struck mute. So even broken,
nothing further can be said.
No more shall now be spoken.
technical troubles
should be corrected Thursday
miss Poetry Soup
You give me inspiration
like no other
An electronic that I fear
could yet be my best connection ever
I'll take it slow
so I don't blow my cover
The phones are dead all around
sitting here without a light
I don't have any dial tone
nothing to do, except write
I get paid to sit and wait
collecting not a penny
technical difficulties
A technical failure
Your plan backfired
And so did you
But I still swell strength
My life hasn’t given up on me
Although sometimes
I wish that it would