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Elaine Miller Poem
he's no musician
those aren't love songs he wrote
they're computer program notes
I slipped away in the nanosecond
it took him to blink
he doesn't know what hit him
maybe a floppy disk
falling from the sky
then again, it could've been
a hard drive
someone needs to hit his system reset button
it ain't me
some other girl can pickup
his dropped parity bit
or worry if everything she says
is word perfect
I've been through his disk drive wringer
probed by his oscilloscope
and had my best chips blown
now I'm sitting by my abacus
a smile on my lips
he can count me out
no modem's attached to my phone
drop me a line in pencil or ink
when you're powered down
then we can backspace delete
alt control home
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Elaine Miller Poem
I lay in my bed, I can't sleep
I'm counting sheep and losing sleep
The phone rings, I hear the tone
I let it ring, there's no one home
I sit in my car and stare and stare
I don't turn the key, I don't get nowhere
The mail is lying on the desk
more comes each day, I lay it with the rest
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Lunch time
and i haven't got a dime
Freezing rain
and the furnace is down again
Old Toyota
just went up in flames
He never asks me what I want
He just sends curses
one by one
So I stand
fist clenched hand
raised toward the sky
Saying
what else can you show me
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Elaine Miller Poem
let me die
let the dusty world
spin without me
let the sun, moon and stars shine on
without my eyes to see
let me down
into the cold ground
let me rest
my heart and mind can not go on
let me rest
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Elaine Miller Poem
folding chairs
folding clothes
climb the stairs
the garden hose
needs rewound
writing tablets
writing checks
feed the cat
the kids have yet
to come home
washing machine
washing dishes
fix my hair
send best wishes
to the newly-weds
cleaning rags
cleaning rugs
clean the house
making love
while planning
a new kitchen
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Elaine Miller Poem
Being pre-menopausal
last night
when I woke up
at three-twenty-four
and picked his book
off the floor
moaned and groaned
and gnashed my teeth
and bit my lip
and said, good grief
are we suppose
to read this junk
Have you ever
heard the word
brief or fun
or light or airy
And laid the book
back on the floor
and shut the light
and said, no more
I'd rather be asleep
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Elaine Miller Poem
what are we now
hence that we should worry
about these truths
of good and how
we should avoid the other
man has sat
on ground and stone
and all his heart
and soul leaked out
and still it is not known
come ease this cord
that binds us tight
and come with me
into the night
for all the great ones
lie in their graves
and if truth
has eluded these
then why should we
know or care
for life will pass
by this place
so let us not
this chance waste
for our time is short
but we are here
and our now
will soon be past
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Elaine Miller Poem
All I really, really want...
is a platinum gold star
and a shiny race car
and a couple of bags full of cash
and a great big house where I can splash
in the pool with a swim up bar
with a couple of zillion friends who are
a life of laughs that never ends
and faith that's strong and never bends
and a man who can make me believe
in love and hope and sweet night dreams
and that's about it.
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Elaine Miller Poem
they sat in a booth
near the door
spoke of ships and docks and stevedores
bays and decks and rails
and how to secure things
as not to fall
and though they spoke
of everyday life
it sounded glamourous
not full of strife
eating sausage, eggs and drinking tea
one looked quite the saltly dog to me
red shirt, black vest, gray beard and all
went on discussing tomorrow's chore
as I paid the check and heard no more
and returned to my life as I slid through the door
but my thoughts remained
with the one from Maine
and the salty ace
whose charming accent I never did place
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Elaine Miller Poem
There was an old man he lived in the moon
He was so bored he had nothing to do
One day he peeked over the edge
Lost his balance and fell off that ledge
He fell and tumbled and came down hard
And landed right there in my back yard
I went to see if he was okay
Helped him up, waited to hear what he'd say
He said, "Funny me landing in you yard.
You're the one whose heart's so hard.
You scowl and laugh at my light.
You're afraid to go out in the moonlight
and stand in it in some lover's arms.
You know it wouldn't really do you much harm.
I think it's what you may need
and now if you'll excuse me, I have to leave."
I stood, watched as he walked away
pondering all the words he did say
and I thought about them day and night
and decided he may just be right.
But the only thing he forgot to say to me
How to find a lover who's in love with me
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