If I am in a crazy mood
I play Max the axe
Max has red hair and a beard
You get to be him
Enemies come at you and you axe them away
At first it is really fun, because you are winning
Got two, got six, got eight.
There is a sense of power, you get excited.
There are bad guys that look like blobs.
If they get you, you evaporate with a sizzle sound.
As you get better and better, you get more and more of them.
But the closer to the end, the more bad guys come out.
Pretty soon your heart is beating so hard
You think your chest will explode.
They always get you,
but I play for the frenzy feelings in my heart.
I want to kill my classmates she told me.
You don’t mean that, I said.
She shakes her head up and down. I would love it if they were slaughtered.
I am surprised, she is an innocent looking six-year-old.
You probably are just upset today with someone I suggested.
I am upset with them all, she said. I want them butchered.
Her vocabulary astounds me; she is not your usual first grader.
Let’s just make friends with them, I suggest. Let’s slay them, she replies.
I discover later that she plays violent video games nights and weekends.
Such violence she has heard in these games. Games for much older people.
I am not sure I am old enough to play these games, and I am seventy-one.
Written by Gail DeBole on
December 27, 2023
Updated December 28, 2023
I told my eye doctor about my blurred sight
And that it had caused me somewhat of a fright.
It only took a minute for him to surmise
The problem within each of my eyes.
He said, “There is a cure. No need for alarm.
Your eyes can be fixed without any harm."
He said that since removing my cataracts two years ago
Scar tissue grew in secret and became my eyes’ foe.
The dastardly tissue blocked my ability to see
And, after his words, I was somewhat relieved.
My eyes were numbed on the day of the cure
While I was waiting in line for my turn.
A laser would shoot beams of light to remove
The scar tissue and my sight would improve.
The first sharp pop was startling at first
But then I realized it was a healing burst.
The doctor seemed to have smiling bursts of his own
And smiled each time a crisp zap seemed to explode.
While he zapped the scar tissue villain, I felt no pain.
Did his imagination turn this into a video game?
I can look everywhere.
I have video game hands.
My face doesn’t exist.
I don’t need anything else…
Except hands.
For grasping.
There are no mirrors in here.
There are no mirrors in this world.
I’d rather just be hands.
Not a face.
It always starts the same.
With three chances.
With three choices.
I try my best every time.
Can you try your luck at something in a video game?
Try as many times you can, before you inevitably explode?!
In unrelenting anger?!!
Especially if you were one step away from the feeling of supremacy, but
joined the fallen from one clever AI.
Welcome to the world of first-person rage. Make sure you don't equip stronger weapons if you want to keep self-bragging rights when you finally accomplish everything on THAT level.
Because if you can't take the difficulty then you have no right to bear the arms awarded by fictional army men and women.
How stubborn are you to beat this level?
How stubborn was I? Stubborn enough to feel the letdown when trying again the next day.
And when I finally heard the sounds of "Mission Complete", I couldn't breathe a sigh of relief any harder than I did right then and there.
Now I put down the controller, and wait for my next cold crushing challenge.
My village is alive and well
My sheep are bleating
I have discovered diamonds in my cave
Someone calls me for supper.
Not now Mom!
I am in the throes of happiness
Inside my pixelated city
A new enemy is attacking.
“Dinner is ready!”
Whatever we are having will have to wait.
Minecraft is delightfully relaxing.
I am joyful as I annihilate the enemy.
Score!
Mom comes to my room.
Why do you waste so much time on that game?
Think Super Mario Mom.
She looks at me.
Rolls her eyes and leaves.
I knew I would get her with that one.
Suppose we live in a video game world where
Somewhere, in another dimension, a teenager
Is manipulating us with a sophisticated control.
Consider, it is he who’s in charge of our existence,
Allowing us to move about at his will; and perhaps,
If he gets bored with us, he may easily zap us into
Oblivion by turning off the unit or go take a nap.
written October 30, 2021
War between mother and daughter
Queen Brahne of Alexandria shows certifiable behavior
Daughter Garnet is ready to take her down, and out if necessary
It may sound dark, but just part of a final fantasy that is begging to be released.
Mothers and daughters for centuries have been on similar quests,
annihilating each other, so they can both live independently.
Airships lie in wait for instructions, wondering which one will be ousted.
Will the daughter be imprisoned for life?
Will the mother’s sporadic behavior continue?
How far will each go to remain or become the queen?
The red eye of Gaia stays awake, to watch the war between nations.
Kyja and Necron must be defeated in order to begin.
Death and destruction toward the making of the Queen of Alexandria.
First of all a spider falls out of the sky
Landing on your head
Which is not funny because it is a heavy spider!
So you fall down into a potted plant
Wood ticks begin crawling up your arms now.
You have to use your controller to smash them
If you leave even one, you will pay later for it.
You have a choice now. Enter haunted castle
Or enter haunted tree.
Something is screaming “Don’t go into the castle”
It is up to you to decide
Because there are foolers in this game
And if they fool you they steal some of your points
But here is the tricky part. There are helpers too.
There are witches, goblins, ghouls, and gargoyles.
They steal your coins if you are not careful.
You have to eliminate them quickly.
Draculas, devils and other evil demons are
curiously on your side; you have to remember
which ones to kill and which ones are helping you.
Trickier still – as you play the game the goblins and Draculas
can change roles, always keeping you on your toe.
The game is called “Watch your Back” – Good luck!
I wake up screaming
Max the Axe has just chopped me into bits
It is not the first time
but this time I felt it.
I glare at my husband who is still clicking buttons.
Can you give that a rest? I ask.
He does not hear me.
He is in lahlah land
In video game world.
Being a detective
Solving crimes
Right and left.
He has no idea there is a real person in this room
For he is Sam Spade aka Humphry Bogart
Master detective with a Maltese Falcon
Who has not yet discovered Lauren Bacall
Living in the 60's
Over a bar in Los Angeles
Written: April 19th, 2020 Poetry Contest: Strand Pick C, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand Any Form
on
always
computer
his addiction
keeping him awake
causing his stress
video games
anxious
angst
He is twelve and kind-hearted.
I agree to try another video game because I love him.
He keeps giving me glowing reviews.
“You are doing well, grandma!”
“You got a lot further than last time, grandma!”
Sometimes I know when my spaceship has crashed and burned.
Other times I keep pushing the kill button, thinking I am still in the game somewhere.
At one point he said, “Grandma, you can stop pushing the buttons now.”
Telling me that I had already crashed and burned.
Grandma, I have shown you this many times! Says my grandson Bell.
He is teaching me Fortnite. I am not doing well.
Bell tosses his console down and takes mine. I watch fascinated.
The video game prowess of this kid is probably underrated.
Oh, I am the guy? I ask, surprised because I thought I was Demi not Thor.
My grandson gives me that “look” “Is my avatar doing well?” I implore
We go rapidly from Pleasant Park to Neo Titled. My head is spinning.
By the time we reached Salty Springs the other team was winning?
I am a lot better now, and my grandson comes to see what I will buy.
I get packages he needs for pets, emoji’s, things I can supply.
I am usually Demi, and Bel has grown fond of Thanos or Black Hybrid.
We play with whatever team dares play us until we asleep or fall down dead.
Chain her to the Lightpost
Chain her to the light post
By her heels
If she still wants to leave
Latch her to Big Foot's foot
I stopped typing to look at the two boys in my office
I learn more during their play than when I am trying to listen to them
I say smack her in the head until she is dead the other one said.
I scooted over and asked "What are you playing?"
Video games was the reply.
With my plastic play animals and my building blocks.
They were hitting each other's animals with gusto.
"If you are going to be rough with them, maybe you are finished?"
I suggested.
They stared at me.
"What's wrong?" one asked.
They are six.
Where do I start?
They had already told me about Killer Grandma,
A video game they both play at home with their dads
Where you try to kill her before she kills you.
With axes, chains, knives, and other great stuff.
Learning
Why do it
Waste of our time
Takes us away from games
Silly
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