Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.
I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My kids are in a rabbit hole, they forgot how life can feel.
(Chorus)
We're on an oven burner, like a doomed toad—
So let’s get out of here, get this show on the road,
We'll ride wild ponies, neighing by the sea.
We'll go back to living, we'll go back to free.
It helps sometimes to leave a comfort zone,
Children connected to the whole world, but to me they seem alone.
The old ways had their wisdom, and a simpler moral code,
Let’s flip this circus upside down; get this show back on the road.
Saturday morning
It's a beautiful day
Walking towards
my favorite hangout
A local arcade
Tons of video games to choose
I find what I like
A action-shoot
I add somes coins in
And off I go
Shooting aliens left and right
Gaining high score
I haven't lost a life yet
My score goes higher
I have a audience
They're all impress
I've reach the final boss
Time to get serious
I'm sweating, I'm focus
I lost a few lives
Only one life left
It's now or never
Boom! I did!
I've beating the game!
Everyone cheers.
I win a coupon
Coupon for a free pizza
Today, is a great day
Oh boy, video games are so fun.
So fun, I think I’ll play another one.
To some people, video games may be boring.
But to me, they’re a world of exploration.
Sometimes, video games make you rage.
That’s when we must learn to stop and flip the page
But we don’t stop playing even when we’re mad.
And the cost of time may be bad.
But that’s when we need a break.
But just think of the world that we could make.
red tempers
lizard brains come forth
rage
too many video games
Written 5-19-2022
Contest: Naani Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Label Verse
We all have devices the eight-year-old happily said.
My whole family plays them through supper until time for bed.
Video games? Sure! I play Farmer Fruity Furlough Fred.
No communication with my family and no books are read.
Cool Video games
have circuits like brain neurons,
that shock and amaze!
After grueling sessions of
Guitar Hero 3,
I would often look to the mirror
to my right
and marvel at how
my vision was affected by the game,
with the mirror becoming twisted
and augmented,
slithering across the wall in my living room.
i look in
they all love me
i’m surrounded by hopes and dreams
all gathered there on the screen
they all look so happy
i look out
the sky is blue
it’s a sunny day, a lovely view
i wonder if they were here
would they be happy?
looking back down
the window into a world that doesn’t exist
and they walk out of frame, into the swirling mist
if they could be here with me
would we be happy?
I am told i am adored
empty words upon deaf ears.
because sometimes
it feels like those who know me truly
are stuck behind a screen
pixels of people who don’t exist.
i can never be with them.
so without them
with only what i have outside
can i be happy?
Atari, Sega
Nintendo, Playstation One
Just reminiscing...
A well-worn witch flits and twists through the indigo mist.
Gloating in genius, I look at my well-read list.
Bats shaken out of their sleep, come out to dive bomb.
I toast them with my dragon breath, singing a psalm.
The witch gives me a shake of her dirty little fist.
She makes me happy with her anger. I tie down her wrist.
Her pet crow dive bombs me as I add to the pyre.
I will lash him to it also, before I set the fire.
Do you think you are being too cruel? Little dragon asks me.
I roll my eyes, happy as I could ever and I mean EVER be.
My mind is made up. I am getting rid of all this garbage today.
My children are so crazy about these video games they do not want to play.
Halloween Horrors is the first video game to toss.
Followed by Witchy Wind Chimes and Ghost Busters by Ross.
I smile at the icons as they are deleted from my phone.
Now we can be a family again. Is that a ringtone?
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Welcome to My Random World
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
So used to action
Everything fast paced
Instant gratification
Worlds away from reality
First job, too boring
Find out they have to take orders?
No way!
Lots of cleaning. What is the point?
Annoyed at the slow pace, the tedious repetitiveness.
Become irritated, quit.
Thinking someone else will pay your way
For the rest of your life?
Sadly, it happens for some
Parents enabling these grown up babies
Until they are crippled
Playing video games all night
Sleeping during the day
Living in their parents’ home well into their 50’s,
Never being accountable, never paying a bill.
They are in for a big shock when something happens to their parents.
I’m over it like jump rope
Slow steady breaths
Quick flicks of the hand
The grip of a controller in your hand
The feeling of the headset resting upon you
The sounds
The lights
The action
Oh the games you can play
Oh the people you can meet
Oh what a game can be!
I was playing my Nintendo
controller in my hand
I guess I dozed off
to Mario Kart land
It was Donkey Kong Stadium
I was in the lead
no one could catch me
as I reached maximum speed
Approaching the finish line
I heard a thundering squreech
slamming into the back of me
was my opponent peach
Everything went dark
and when I opened my eyes
I had fallen off my bed
only a dream to my surprise.
Some weird stranger came up behind me
with a machete and lopped off my head
It rolled away,
down an embankment,
landing in a ditch of wet soggy leaves.
It was cackling that crazy laugh I have when I am nervous,
not realizing it was dead.
I ran after it, and plopped it back into place,
but it had lost some neck muscles, and it fell off again.
I chased it as it tumbled across the highway,
missing a black truck by inches. The weird stranger
was running in the other direction now.
I could not see him go. My eyes were gone.
My soggy angry head was yelling at me now.
“You are dead stupid!”
This made me mad, so
I kicked it into the back forty.
Then I stomped back up the
hill, determined to catch and
kick the weird stranger.
I will teach him for making
me dead.
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