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Category: Poetry

While Twitter Burns

While Twitter Burns I use my Phone, I sit here in the light alone, all day all night I post and like, occasionally I pause to wipe, I never need to leave my seat, 44 Billion and I am Complete!

Good ‘n Disturbing

After those geese flew North and I said “Bye” I watched two eagles meet, one flew North and West, the Other East and North and when they met they turned to circle each other: a bald eagle and their mate, two eagles turned around an axis only they could track and the two spun south-west and away over the houses and gone.

Summer Nights that never Ended

People attend a party in a back yard, string lights above the party and a firepit burns at the right hand side

There were nights in the Summers of my Youth that never came to an end.

They twirl endlessly in my mind, never quite reaching sunup and always just on the cusp of being long passed and forgotten.

They come and go, visitors from a past that is ever more distant, friends and faces that don’t exist or have long passed and forgotten.

We gamboled and gossiped, the night drew in close and intimate. The Stars and night a light blanket of warm nights and camaraderie that would end up passed and forgotten.

The Summer Nights, that never ended.

Saving for the Future

If there was a way
to hold onto the things
that we wanted to
hold onto
forever

We’d be building boxes
and putting our love and our inspiration
into jars
and putting them in boxes
for the days when we’ve got none
to spare

Lights

In the glowing gloom of the night,

in the shining darkness,

we navigate the neon black,

smiling and happy, with no hesitation,

rocket ships to the moon every day.

It’s what we want.

It’s what we want.

 

 

Poem: For an Immoral Bottom Dwellor

I am now totally going out on the streets with a BAN DUFFY NOW placard. I would *love* to have a poem written because of me. What a memorial!
posted by low_horrible_immoral at 9:38 AM on September 12

oh what a beastie is this, when winds are blown from o’er it’s rump?

For it sighs in repose and calls for censure and retort from no cause and no strong tort.

For when can a beast from the bottom say when the sun should shine, for it’s own jealous eye can see no light.

Desktop Publishing is Hard

I’ve never found it difficult to put pen to paper when I have something to say.  Inspiration moves me easily and I can just fire out the words until my ideas are spent.  This comes in handy when I’m writing for fun or creating a knowledge-management entry or just documenting my work.

Converting the raw work into something I can sell, that has proven to be troublesome.  It’s not the words that are failing me, it’s arranging them with pictures for a vanity work that is killing me.  I sit down to it, fire up the software then get about 5 pages in and decide that I’m not getting anywhere, half because the picture system is so cumbersome and half because I lose the inspiration that got me there in the first place.

I’m using booksmart, has anyone had any experience with it? Is there a better system?

Have you ever made a vanity book?

The Universal Machine

I tell you this, the universe is but a machine. If you do not believe this, observee only the leaves of the trees for proof of this truth. When but one leaf falls in autumns chill, you may feel assured that it’s green but yellowing fellows will come along soon.

We few mewling children are niether the architects nor the caretakers that we are charged with being. No gentle reader, we are but the despoiler.

Darker the World may be.

Witness now; all ye dark works! This is no new day born! This is the old dawn, new again. Open your eyes upon the flat brown earth, and see that it is yours you dark lords, you fell princes. Lords many, Kings none.