Ever sit forever on the can
as your backdoor ran, spoiling your plans
Or fall asleep at the keys
type a zillion zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
Eat a sloppy joe with your fingers
Leaving plenty for the ants who linger
Forget your cap when it rained
Ruining that new hairstyle once again…
Join the club of the ‘less-than-perfect’
of us who admit it, there is surely no surfeit
My laptop greets me daily
with the confidence of a cat~
smug, blinking, and absolutely certain
I am the problem.
I type a brilliant sentence;
it responds by freezing mid-word,
as if to say, “Let’s not rush genius.”
(I was not rushing. I was caffeinated.)
At 42% battery, it sighs dramatically,
dims the screen,
and collapses like a Victorian poet
who has felt too much.
I write heroic journey,
it changes it to herbal jelly,
which is… a different story entirely.
But at the end of the day,
we make peace~
me with my stubborn ideas,
it with its mysterious moods~
two flawed artists
trying to create something
before one of us crashes.
I marvel at my laziness
amused by my lethargy
loving my willingness to be a sloth
retirement has flattened me out
slowed me down
I have gone from type A
to frozen food chill
I was jealous of dogs
they sleep nineteen hours a day
I could not wait to retire
Now I try to sleep nineteen hours a day too
to make up for lost time
mirroring my dogs,
forcing my type A personality to relax
I move from couch to bed to couch
resting, sleeping, reposing,
I am fully retired,
wishing I could sleep nineteen hours a day
staying up all night, and sleeping twelve hours a day
happy to be on my natural schedule at last
no longer jealous of dogs
I start to type a message,
but I leave it incomplete,
cuz I know you won’t even read it
so I just hit delete.
I guess I let my guard down,
and now I’m paying the price,
I’m over here feeling stupid
for believing all your lies.
You told me everything
that I wanted to hear,
I’m so dumb for thinking
that you would be here.
I should’ve known better
I should’ve trusted my gut,
but I didn’t see it coming
It’s just my bad luck.
What did I do wrong?
For you to change this way…
At least give me a reason
If you ain’t gonna stay.
But I wish you the best
in everything you do
I hope you find happiness
and all your dreams come true.
I will heal from this,
I guess I gotta learn,
I gotta let my feelings out
and I gotta let them burn.
You are still young
and have a bright future ahead,
you deserve nothing but good things,
but for me love is dead.
But I’ll be alright
at the end of the day
the sun shines for everyone,
I will be okay.
I know shtts been rough
but we got this Babe
I can tell you got doubts
But you're still ALL I crave
Strung out & tired
Both way past insane
We know what we gotta do
N still haven't changed
Both got some genius level brains
Knowing together that we can create
some unfathomable, magical
-cloud 9 type-a cascade
Kinda seeming like we
both still afraid
to drop our guards 100% down
and let our souls pervade
Intertwined so deeply
like we were meant to obtain
Been way past delayed
Stuck in an entirely unnecessary
Overstayed masquerade
But
We both know
...We got this babe
I did not know how silly I could be about a computer game
Until I discovered Word Chum\ – which is the actual name
Your chum can be purple, red, blue, orange or silver too
He or she can look like an angel, a cat, or a weird kind of shrew
All it takes is money, and you can dress your Chum out well
I have spent hundreds of real dollars on this, I guess I am ill
The object of the game is like scrabble, with insightful strategies
You can throw in your tiles and get new ones, but it takes more than please
You have to spend real money to get the Word Chum coins you see
I do not mind, because there are several really intricate “strategies”.
You can keep some tile, and throw in others, or you can ask for a hint.
There is a method to my madness, as a gamer I am no skin-flint.
I have spent hundreds of dollars, and I do not mind at all.
I have had best game of the week for nine years running as of this fall.
Competitive? You bet, but I did not know it until I discovered this game.
Call me Intense Type A champion; I will never be the same.
the internet is down
no biggie
I think I’ll watch TV
ha!
That isn’t happening
I thought I could type a poem on the computer
Wrong
Word says
Cannot save, check your internet settings
I do not have to check
I know
the internet is down
Validation
(A lone voice whispers)
Are there two types of characters in this world
To be seen
Ranging through love
To business, and everything else in-between
Those who do take risks, and those who hate taking chances, and making mistakes
Which one are you?
A.
A risk-taker
Or
B.
An idolater of stepping on the brakes
For sometimes,
Is it better to have known something
Briefly
That might have had real potential, to be truly special
Or would you rather linger lost
Forever
Taunted
By self-doubts, many whispering, red devils
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
Would you rather be haunted by self-doubts, about taking chances?
With introspection?
Like an idolater who worships, stepping on the brakes?
Or are you courageous enough to take chances, and risk all, on something special.
With a high chance of making mistakes?
To never be lost, forever taunted
By self-doubts, many whispering red devils
Who'll appear right out of the minds, many gates?
(If you're reading this far, you must be a type A.
You have my Validation of being a risk-taker.
Hit like if you are. Salute)
Blue fire's fleeting dance, O-type, a cosmic tear, brief supernova's glare.
Rare blue stars ignite, then fade to shadowed dust, a whispered goodbye.
LBV's enigma, twenty ghosts in velvet night, secrets softly held.
Red dwarf embers glow, last light in the fading void, a universe's sigh.
White dwarf's cold embrace, carbon heart, a dimming gleam, eternity's slow fade.
Where is mystery
On how Moses makes his tea?
We know, Hebrews it.
It won’t surprise me
If a cartoonist’s found dead
And clues are sketchy.
I catch it the least
That gossamer lovely beast,
Love still if I mist.
My blood report O
When showed it was type-A blood,
Oh, it was Typo.
I stayed up all night
To trace on Sun’s nightlong flight,
Then it dawned with light.
Like king’s royal crown,
The book: Gravity-less Ground
Was hard to put down.
____________________________
Haiku |01.03.2024| humour
I am in a bad mood he says, wanting attention.
My ears hear, but my heart will not stop.
I am in the bowels of a chapter, and it is getting serious.
My next thought is crucial; I type a bit faster.
Trying to drown him out, and do successfully.
I wish I had some attention, he says.
I wish he had a date, I wish he had a wife.
I wish he had left home. But here he is, at twenty-six.
Unable to entertain himself, dwelling on negatives.
Go see your mother, I say to my nephew.
Glad when he disappears to let her pour him a glass of milk.
If he comes back with that whining voice, I cannot guarantee his safety.
What’s The Big Deal?
Miracle Man
October 20, 2023
Because with new fangle gadgets I’m out of touch,
so It takes me twice as long to do half as much.
Young sprouts think I’m a used up old fighter,
can they type a letter on my Royal typewriter?
Inventing new things makes the world go round,
most sub standard and didn’t last long I found.
Throughout my years I’ve outlived many a fad,
Usually pitched by women, most scantily clad,
young sailor is besotted by beautiful siren from depths of the sea
she is giddy with a giggle that glides down to his toes with great glee
just below the surface two hungry sharks are waiting for her to lure him in
his type A blood smells tasty, they know for he has a small cut on his chin.
sweet mermaid is too pure to do the bidding of these two sharks with teeth.
she bids him good-bye and dives way down, below and beneath.
Jim is sad to see her leave, for he has no idea she was part of a plot.
she dives past those hungry sharks as if from a cannon she’s shot.
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in
and that masterpiece will spit out;
That’s all you really need to begin;
It’s the most unforgivable sin,
automatic art shouldn’t equal clout;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;.
Poach what it means to be human,
write feelings you know nothing about;
That’s all you really need to begin;
Bots are a cheap impersonation,
broken tech leads to an idea drought;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;
Pass us that false bravado no question,
incapable of a complex route;
That’s all you really need to begin;
You’re selected for instant publication
drowning without any depth no doubt;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in,
that’s all you really need to begin.
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