A class on Zoom, as you’d assume,
Attracts its share of crazies,
But in your room, no need to fume;
Just rearrange your daisies
Or fill a grid your camera hid,
Completing Sunday’s puzzle,
If the teacher did not place a lid
On some who need a muzzle.
With mic sound shut, if every nut
Must jabber with a story,
You tune out, but, your tsk and tut
Won’t dampen someone’s glory.
The time will pass and soon your class
Will come to its conclusion
And then, en masse, you leave; the brass
Believing the illusion.
To yield is to merge.
For merging require the act of yielding.
Then in the lanes of speeds.
Part of the right lane worlds.
If you going form right to left.
If you are going from left to right.
For the duty of the right is to merge.
For the duty of the left is to yield.
Therefore merging is also yielding.
To avoid said collisions.
So in which lane are you driving in?
I take classes in quilting on Zoom;
Quite a challenge, you’d likely assume,
But we all seem to know
How to basically sew,
Which allows us to grow and to bloom.
Before Covid, we met face to face
At a spacious spread-out downtown space.
Now we’re all on a screen
With a weekly routine,
Each ensconced in her very own place.
Our instructor, who’s really the best,
Runs the class from her home way out west.
Several others have moved
But technology’s proved
That our questions are all still addressed.
So we sit and we stitch and we share,
Holding projects so we can compare
What we’ve finished, with pride;
The computer will hide
My mistakes, for which I have a flair.
she might be old, but she still can make a broom zoom
I was not so sure, but I do not to want to bring the gloom
I watched in the sky, and my friend was right of course
She rode that broom like a cowgirl rides a bucking horse
Today is a holiday;
You might assume
That I’d be in a temple,
Not watching on Zoom.
But my son sent a link
So I see and I hear
All the rituals practiced
This time every year.
A bonus today
Is I have a great view
Of my grandson, whose aisle seat
Is something new.
The rest of the family
Is there, not as clear,
But I’ll see them all later
When break fast is here.
We’ll then sit together
In person and eat,
Which will certainly be,
After fasting, a treat.
Fry eggs and grok
Shell shock food
Rush toilets and dustbins
Only douchebags
Zoom In
Make change.
Emotions drain.
Don’t compromise.
The world is demanding.
Down in the valley.
Roadblocks, there are many.
Pessimistic are they.
Too much anxiety.
Have a purpose.
Zoom in.
Make a difference.
This journey is yours.
Dream past the horizon.
Stay motivated.
Block out all of the naysayers.
Fight for what you believe in.
Your shadow is beside you.
Focus on the goal.
Disconnect the negative people around ya.
Observing from afar,
Experiencing who You are,
A star in the universe,
Writing your own verse,
In a story you rehearse,
Reversing the roles,
Filling in all the holes,
As the chapter unfolds,
You know what it holds,
You're the creator of the mold,
It's doing just as its told,
As you unload emotions,
Airwaves are full of commotion,
Sending Adams in motion,
Their devotion to you,
Is creating The view,
You're telling them what to do,
While you're vibrating through,
A stew of energy,
Building an entity to feel this reality,
So you can step back and see,
You are a gift to The Galaxy.
Wild electrification whizzed through the room
It was the celebrity beauty, and not merely on zoom
She had brought her witch hat and flying straw broom
Vah vah voom, vah vah voom, vah vah voom said the room.
Inspired by that Unseeking Seeker
I zoom into fantasy
I zoom into the m(eye)nd
I zoom into the Light
Or was it the darkness of thyme?
Parsley or Sage? Or was it some other Age?
Where I zoomed into bliss
What is all this?
Endlessness's beyond the zone ...
Zooooooooooooooooooom!
ARt ME
p.s. ... all the way home.
Lots of mindless prattle and giggles from Cindy’s room
She was sweet-talking our next-door-neighbor Biff on Zoom
Some future Saturday they may become bride and groom
At ten, they are happy to laugh about silly things on Zoom
Let’s have a family powwow on zoom.
That way we’ll get to see the new bride and groom.
Six households were ready to teleconference that day.
A dancing parrot with a nasty mouth kind of got in the way.
We had no idea this spoiled bird would be along.
He wore a pirate hat and sang an awfully bawdy song.
The kids thought groom’s bird was hilarious, laughed their tongues out.
What did he say? Grandpa asked, with an enormously loud shout.
The bride was embarrassed by her new husband’s nasty pet.
She said “put him away!” but Grandma Garland yelled “Not quite yet!”
Grandpa's not been interested in anything new since nineteen sixty-three.
A unanimous vote from the rest of us said “let the bawdy parrot be.”
When getting together on Zoom,
It seems like we’re in the same room.
You might say just a face
Could in no way replace
Someone’s presence or warmth or perfume.
Yet, to me, the connection appeals,
For, though such a small picture conceals
The whole body below
What that square gets to show
Is enough to know how someone feels.
Sure, it’s better when hugs are exchanged,
But a Zoom can, with ease, be arranged.
There’s no travel involved
So such problems are solved
And the latest news gets interchanged.
After last year slow night ride~after all the millions of miles,
Santa's sled needed a check-up with smiles.
Last year his sled went way too slow,
it needed a ton of power with some more go~go.
He wants to make sure all the good girls~boys,
would get all of their many deserving toys.
His mechanic worked many hours then said~take it for a ride,
Santa whizzed through the sky then came back and cried.
His sled now had power with plenty of Zoom,
coming out the back of this sled was a huge fiery plume.
Santa had his jolly big laugh,
a million thanks to you and to your staff.
In Zoom
In Zoom you’re so far away
In Zoom I don’t know what to say
You lower your eyes and shift in your seat
I shudder from my shoulders to my feet
In Zoom the world’s upside down
In Zoom you smile hides your frown
And I wonder if you’re going out tonight
The city lights are shining, so very bright
Then the internet is goes off
Time with you is not enough
Suddenly alone in the gloom
All alone in this empty room.
Next day.
I wait but you just didn’t show
I watch as my insecurities grow
Can’t concentrate till we speak again
Love transforms into a physical pain.
In Zoom the screen is jet black
In Zoom you’re never coming back
In Zoom, my heart was broken online.
In Zoom, the screen becomes a shrine.
David Cox 03/08/23
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