The fly spits across my vision
cloud lost skies
a touchscreen world
erratic its journey
seeing the land in splintered
bond moments
jealous of its buttered kaleidoscope cousin
but enamoured by the torrid decays
of the left
Categories:
touchscreen, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It’s the rewrite of horrors noir, with no thobe, just a Kufi, and dirty black sweats.
Vibrations striking ears with no lobes show precisely how dirty black gets.
A screenshot of a touchscreen keyboard shows the flows when nerdy blacks fret.
Colossal pets are healed and rebuilt by the pens of wordy black vets.
That fish looks good, Girl.
Get the oil ready, while I toil steady on the soil levy, to keep my domain imminent.
I’l be back for lunch, libations, and lineaments, while we plan our way out of cursed tenements.
Massage my back with that juicy a**. Attach a nipple to my goose skin flask, and I’ll revise the countenance on your Tutsi mask, and rewrite the horrors noir.
Categories:
touchscreen, adventure, america, black love,
Form: Rhyme
My dilemma is this
I am not , never a poet
Could try my level best to pose
for one but in all credibility not
seriously pass myself
off as one neither profess
to claim or be an artist even
an aspiring one
Merely a fella who loves nothing
more than time well spent
Stringing and expressing
word's into verses and
short sentences
By using and turning an
oxford english dictionary
definition into my own
personal individual meaning
With a point and a question
thrown in for good measure
A simple backwards hobbiest
soup meop-athic wordsmith
if there is such a thing at all
Who writes and posts not
in paper , pen or ink but by
touching pressing qwerty
key's on a phone touchscreen
Categories:
touchscreen, allegory, slam,
Form: Free verse
The television never stops murmuring atop hallowing cries.
Futuristic screens never seem to dim their luminescent glow.
Hands grow accustomed to our own personalized key into society,
Intertwining its glossy curves around our skeletal touchscreen activators.
Watching and gazing into the empty darkness that fills our brain with questionable pleasure,
We become but almost nothing that we set out to be once.
Rotting in the ruins of war-torn bean bag chairs with midnight shaded sunken eyes,
There we remain- supposedly living.
Life has become repetitive and unsuspecting,
Consumed by the cyber world that fails to be found in present-day reality.
Alarm bells cannot echo loud enough to snap us back to square one.
Pathways to the next tomorrow set ablaze the past of the next today.
Welcome to the future!
You can leave your ambitions at the door.
Categories:
touchscreen, betrayal, future, technology,
Form: Free verse
Naive Guillotine
I once knew a poet named Balveen
Whose heart was not a touchscreen
Confused when she read some barbs
Until she was shot by shards
She rued at their naive guillotine
Syllables per line-97779
February 29, 2016
Contest : Sensitive Community
A PD Contest
Categories:
touchscreen, heart, poets, symbolism,
Form: Limerick
Hey Senorita
I am searching you so long...
face lost in Facebook
Google miracle
gave me YOU more than needed...
beauty downloaded
on touchscreen desktop
your beautiful smiling face...
new wallpaper
now turn on Bluetooth
wireless communication...
love note is halfway
© kash poet (13th July 2011)
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Placement: 7th;(July 2011)
Contest:Talkin'Technology
Sponsor:Natalie Fllikkema
Categories:
touchscreen, computer-internet, romance
Form: Senryu
H ey girl you remind me of an angel
E mereld your eyes attract me always
A lthough never talked to you but I guess
V ery sweet your voice like chimes of a bell
E vening prayer's chanting from the temple
N ever could I touch your beautiful face
L et me touch its velvetness and caress
Y our angelic face hey my sweet angel.
Two eloping hearts evergreen like equatorial rainforests
entwined in the eternal escalator of love
leaving a trail of lovely lavender fragrance
her touchscreen face tempting him to touch
to caress carelessly and to bring about cascaded tapestry .
And he started caressing her face
Between her two brows his fingers stopped momentarily
Causing her to open her dreamy eyes questionably
Demanding more tip-toeing of his fingers downwards
Eventually his fingers stopped at the softness of her lips.
© kashinath karmakar (8th July 2011)
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Placement: 3rd; (July 2011)
Contest:Aye, Aye,and a Mistress
Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
touchscreen, love, romanceme, sweet, me,
Form: Acrostic
Two eloping hearts evergreen like equatorial rainforests,
entwined in the eternal escalator of love,
leaving a trail of lovely lavender fragrance;
her touchscreen face tempting him to touch,
to caress carelessly and to bring about cascaded tapestry .
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By:kashinath karmakar (19th Feb.2011)
Categories:
touchscreen, love, romance
Form: Alliteration
He leans against
the silent factory
as bustling parrots
regard his plight
with heartfelt indifference
bathed in the glow
of touchscreen devices
and the notion of
absolution through
repetition.
Heels clack firm
paced on schedules
trampling the dust
into pavement cracked
and pocked like
the lamentable stares
of cardboard refugees
sprawled limp beside
grates pumping
exhaust.
Categories:
touchscreen, angst, social
Form: Free verse