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Sam Po  Sep 2014
Virtual Love
Sam Po Sep 2014
Every blink of the screen,
she sees his affection
through pix elated font forming
into I Love You.

She can feel the radiation
keeping their relationship, alive and electrifying.
The satellites are always on their side.

Her heart beats so fast
to the ringtone of his high-tech heart.
Every keypad pressed
are thousand sweet words expressed.

The radiation won't keep us apart,
signals will bridge our undying love.
Cause, as long we have this electronic gadgets,
I know we are in love.
:)
Juwayriya Jun 2020
Quivering lip under my teeth,
wide eyed I stared into the blank.
It lured me a moment earlier
now it just disappeared.
So I peeked into my subconscious
unbounded by the passing time
Waiting to be struck by that perfect rhyme.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
I asked John about the new girl from the dark
with green pearls; strong; Her current status
making wisdom and advice from them into
the new you gifts and call them;  The prophet
accepted salvation and Drinks from the gods;
There are two different keys; Paper with kit;
The purpose of heaven is not righteous people;
If you are looking for a hair; In the new game
you should wait for stewardship; Wireless,
wireless Jack Christian: The Original;  I found
Lauren recently at home with the alarm set
to alert and I made a complaint in the south
of Einstein's about about 1; It's a big picture;
Real security and truth:          The sea is closed
by the snow which seems to be, but we do not
have a lot of trouble:  Brain The band falls into
pieces when the protection is desired all night
and daylight to rise in the morning;    50 years
in the US has been calculated; Jim Crow &
The Peace Corp, less acne; of course; what
would you expect w / Space The site has gone;
Great is history & Big Bang future;   we know
now the rest is mental psychiatry b b. b.
self-dichotomy self-sufficiency; It's my heart
From you, You live in the middle of it; What do you do
do in part, again, The president of the foot is
1 hundred aircraft; To say this is a *******
of the people, for products Set six steps
to meetings by burning trees;            Pictures in a week
to cheat between bones, bones, bones?
The purpose of an accident is to preserve
Persia, Persian; 11 larger than one;             I remember
that often the result was lost,           Everyone has been
re-educated the fall,             and story In your decision;
Men and women; In the morning;                Especially
in the morning he said: Remove me: This is a product
market and focus group; In fact, enjoying to enjoy
the European Warranty, finding, said his wife
had died, and bugged him not money, yes.
The bill! Look, it's back, It helps to review the test;
typing typing; to **** is not important right now

1 I asked John about the new girl from the darkness;
with perfect green ****; strong; The Current state
runs state wisdom and discretion              is gone
forth from them into the new manifestations
of the gifts and the Prophet finally took the Sand
The food of the gods; That's a big turn-on two keys;
Album with the kit; The reason why heaven
is not a righteous man;  If you are looking for a hair;
In the new game must wait hair solutions;
Wireless, wireless jack Christian:         The Original;
Lauren recently at the home of error alarm
and say sorry in the southern Jewish civilization
called Einstein 1;        It was a great image;
Security and honest pleasures:
A region is closed,
through snow,    which seems to be,
is not composed more than to thee:
split-brain theory fell to
pieces when the right brain  
wanted to stay up all night
& left brain had to get up in the morning;
the 50's in the
US was schizophrenic;            Jim Crow
& the peace movement side-by-side, on acid no less;
of course; what would u expect
w/ a Space Race going on;      the Big One is history
& the Big
Bang the future; we know now that left brain-right brain
thinking is as much b.s. as the false body-mind dichotomy;
My heart is;
From thee,
it moves towards the center of thee;
                            What are you doing
on the arm, again,          President of the foot is airborne
1 degree;                         To say that this was a *******
of the people,                               for the sake of Products
Offer six steps to the exit
through the Burning trees;
The pictures have had a week
to cheat; among Bone bones, what are bones, bone?
In case an accident;
And right in the Persian Asia;     11 greater than one;
I remember that many times are not always the result
of a hidden manner, All of a decrease in the fall,
and the story In determination; Men and women;
In the morning; Especially in the morning,     and he said:
Remove me:      This is the sales of the market in shadow,
and hair; It is important,                      the darling to enjoy
the European;      Copyright information about the search;
And he said,         and his wife died of it, Because they did not
have the fee, Yes.                      The bill! Look,       that returns
the cat to temptation;

typing typing;           to **** is not a great number
of the The ***** were dead,                 I have been drunk?
Suddenly, my ***;                        But those who have him,
and took hold of him,                           He went on to sleep
because it has Since we know the ***;
Although being able to learn; But you feel good
The Jews were prostitutes times leader is always
great for the program the timber out of the sea,
and to me, and of images,                   the sovereign night,
Digesters number of prostitutes mountains;
I love that song is immense confusion;     and the Asians,
listen to the girls, so that he at first determined the AI
what they want to, not to the words, that I might do for you?
Down, Einstein ... Here, after a while In South China,
the minutes are welcome;                   When is  the girl,
and does she not have to It is unknown wasted money;
she walked From the Objects, drinks: This is the blood,
sand death, clothed with an ax;                      in theYear of Our Lord,
that            they consider it          to prevent it;    Referring to the fact
you want to go;                                You do not have to walk too late
to the Museum;                                   The source of electric chicken
is in; The Greatest Con             Basquiat
but the time of the great lakes
Foundation the case of our misery and wine
He was enthusiastic, ***** and Gomorrah
He shall also set it up in the boat,
with great injury to our mind,       The angels,
let him be the peace of heaven, or when did that
the war should bear upon; Reduces the stress
on the marriage; true contact White House
"white zombie days of glory, naked pictures of the bride,
the two girls were bombed,   saying:             Two doors
as the numberless grains of sand of the sea;
which is the death
                                               of all of the Jews?
And enjoy,                     shall be entirely rated;
And the new change,        to change the truth
balanced; When coast of Asia; 1,    and
Heart; 6 night Director, Developer, Baker,   to build an altar,
to ensure that it always exists And in the rural area in Asia,
huh, does not help,               The child was born by mistake

I asked John about a new girl from the dark;
with green green birds; strong;    Current status
making wise states and ideas out from them
into the latest displays of gifts and that the
Prophet accepted the victory; Food of the gods;
Keypad has two keys; Album with kit; The purpose
of heaven not a righteous man; If you are looking
for a hair; In the new game it should wait for hair care;
Wireless, wireless Jack Christian:         The Original;
I saw Lauren recently got home to an alarm warning
and I said depression in the southern Jewry
of Einstein called by 1;     It's a great picture; Security
and true enjoyment: The region is closed, by the snow,
which seems to be, but we are not too complex:
brain-crafted The team falls into pieces when
the bulb blows stays all night and mental brain
to get up in the morning; the 50 years in the US
is calculated;    Jim Crow & The Peace Corp,
less acne; of course;   what would you expect
w / Space Space is going;        The Great One
is a story & the Big Bang future;      we know
now the rest is brain psychiatry b b b. as false
self-dichotomy ara-ara;     It is my heart From her,
you move to the middle of it; What are you doing
In part, again, President of the leg is a plane
1 degree; To say that this is a *******
of the people, for products Provide six steps
to the meeting by burning trees; Pictures in a week
to cheat; between bones, bone, bones?
Why an accident;    And right now in Ancient Persia;
11 are greater than one; I remember that many times
are not always the result of the hidden way,
All that decreases in the fall, and history
Is in its decision;
Men and women;
In the morning; Especially in the morning,
he said: Remove me: Here's the sale
of the product in shadow and hair; Importantly,
enjoyment to enjoy the European; Warranty
by finding; He said that his wife had died to him,
because they did not in the bill, yes.      The bill!
Look, he's back,
It helps to test;

typing typing; to **** is not a bigger one
of the joints have died, I am drunk?        Suddenly,
my troubles; But those who have it,
and he took him, and went to sleep
because you have been sexually abused;
Although you are able to learn; But you feel good
The Jews are prostitutes often leaders
The theme for the program is wood from the sea,
and to me,               and the pictures,                  night nights,
Digesters number of prostitutes hill;
I'd like that music to be a great destruction;
                                               and the Asians,
listen to girls,                            so it's first AI
What do they want, not in terms of words,
that I can do for you?
Down, Einstein ... Here, after a short time
In South Dakota,
minutes are acceptable;                    When was the girl lost
and that you do not have It is unknown money loss;
you walk from Things, drinks:                   This is blood,
the sand of the sand, the slopes; in the year of our Lord,
to be cautious to prevent it; Searching for truth
you want to go;     You do not have to walk long enough
to the Museum; Lots of chickens of fire
you are in;      Also the Great Basquiat
but the time of the great lakes
Set the cost of depression and wine
Interestingly, ***** and Gomorrah
He will again carry it into the ark,
with great harm to our souls,                 Angels,
let it be the heavenly peace, or when it does
the war must stand;
Disable the problem again
on the wedding; real contact with White House
"The Zombie White Days of Glory,       Indoors
of the bride, two girls were bombed,       saying:
Two doors
as seeds have no value of sand of the sea;
which is death,           Ring size without cut
Say that ****** of yours;                       Jews
is arrested;        wearing the precious pearls
winter love;        he burned them in his fire,
the shadow of *** has come to know whom I set up
to the faces of the gods,
Inwarding Sharing their permissions
can be delayed if it is true, It goes away
from what we know,       you'll find the Jews of Satan
          are adulterers
move to those who sit on more than that
The rulers of the kingdom, almost all,     are one line
Often it is done where a great thing is or
before the paraphenal tree and
versionsof a powerful one of great value
digester, the Saint of the prostitutes
and many, to the mountains,                      to a picture
of great dreams; To set the memory
on the first they thought the girls were in the air
of Asia, which he hath heard; They
The right to do so must be strange to us
man to come into a hole that is so ...   of all the Jews?
And the enjoyment will be fully satisfied;
And a new change, to change the truth
balanced; When the coast of Asia; 1,                    and
Heart; Director 6, Developer, Baker, to build an altar,
to make sure it's always And in the rural area in Asia,
huh,                                              We're born the baby

I asked John about a new girl from the dark;
with precious stones; strong;    Your current location
making wisdom and advice from them
new gift gifts and them; The Prophet
to save and to drink of the gods;
There are two different keys; Paper with kit;
The purpose of heaven is not a righteous man;
If you are looking for a hair; In the new game
you should wait for stewardship; Wireless,
wireless Jack Christian: The Original; I have seen
Lauren recently got home with an alarm set
to explain that I was diagnosed in the south
of Einstein is about about 1; It's a big picture;
Real security and truth:        The sea is closed
by the snow that seems to be,     but we're not
have many problems:  The Scooter drops into
pieces when we want safety all night
and the light of the day to rise in the morning;
50 years            in the US has been calculated;                     Jim Crow &
Corps Peace, less acne; of course; what
will you expect w / Space The site is gone;
Great is history & Big Bang future; we know
Now the rest is diagnosis b b. b.
self-dichotomy self-sufficiency; It's my heart
From you, You live in your midst; What are you doing?
done in part, again, the president of the leg is
1 hundred flights;        To say this is a *******
of the people,                for products Set six step set-up
to meetings by burning trees; Pictures in a week
to make a cheat between bones, bones, bones?
Why accident is to keep
Persia, Persia; 11 larger than one; I remember
that always the result is lost, Everyone has come
re-study the fall, and story In your decision;
Men and women; In the morning; Especially
in the morning he said: Remove me: This is a product
market and side focus; In fact, the enjoyment to enjoy
European support, finding, told his wife
dead, not to give him money, yes. The bill! Look,         it's back,
It helps to review the trial; typing typing; to ****
is not important now
That Girl Oct 2012
Canvas shoes
Highschool blues
Straight hair
but nobody cares
Slim waist
I hate the taste
Sweet talk
Ticking clock
Young love
Fake hugs
Bright blue eyes
Pitch black lies
White keypad
I'm going mad!
Bina Mukherjee May 2020
The world has turned into a global village
No one can deny on that...

But..remember the phone we had placed on that beautiful table mat?
Yes...it was a matter of pride to have one..

The only fastest medium of communication we had at that time
It too had models...the rotary phone, the keypad and many fancy ones

We talked, laughed and sobbed sitting at one place as we were tied with the corded set with everyone.

It was safe.....no fear of radiation or loss of eye sight .

Though it was much too costlier than what it is today....people still communicated and talked their heart out

Now...every hand has a cell phone which comes with many features overcoming the limitation of the old one
People can connect anywhere in no time
Then why...?
We are so disconnected.....!

May be we mastered the art of telepathy?...or we are blessed with a magical wand...?

We talk no more
We only make groups
We love forwarding messages

We have become mute.....

So can we again move to landline?
Come out of the virtual world by talking to our dear ones at this time?
Can we try and understand what they are hiding behind their smiling whatsapp profiles?

Let's do things one at a time...rather than multitasking with phone on one hand and laptop on the other...
Let's give them the love and respect when one needs from your side.
So ..... sit back and dial a number of your loved one...and help the world again to become one if not through landline but may be your heartline!!

Bina Mukherjee
onlylovepoetry Aug 2016
the desperado cowboy-poet awakes
anxious, needing-ending relief,
the craving greater than great,
he begs-raggedly, with Raggedy handily Andy words,
to all and anyone in the aroused surrounded vicinity,
give please give, of something to write

the bay, soothingly plays the would-be author,
"place me, look my way,
have I not droplets endless
from which you've drunk exquisitely,
so many more to fair share"

the birds twit and flit,
raucous caucus demanding
to be seated
by the tablet's keypad
to gain entry
to one more congressional natural tribute

the sky and sun organize a
joint session, extraordinary mission;
"we are the first of your day,
thus primarily,
we win the primary,
deserving in your recording of our
nomination as the first day's
sound and light show victorious"

sorry folks,
got a better tale to tell,
natural in its way,
titillating, and quite suitable
for reputating Au Naturel humanity
and it's a quirky, say hey tale,
morning coffee fresh,
a first word report from an
untelivised convention
of a different kind of congressing

awoke to find the:

chauffeur in bed with the cook,
the Poppy, beside the sleeping Nana,
the poet, eyeing the lying next to him, tango dancer,
the classicist eyeing the sleeping moderne,
ditty ditsy Ogden Nash astride a Shakesperian sonnet,
the thinning gray line defending his bedded half,
from an invading horde of unionizing blonde tresses,
the republican with the democrat,
the conservative with the liberal,
heated discussions, non-neutralizing negotiations
conducting and watched by
peeping tom skies, clouds, birds and waters
pretending to fly flow past



wow

now that,
is quite interesting
deserving worthy of a
disrobing disputatious disreputation,
very newsworthy and why not,
a poem all its own?

the bay waved goodbye,
the birds disbanded in silence,
quietly disenfranchised.

the sun and the sky hung around
pretending to be UN neutrality observers
wearing cute blue and white helmets
looking every where but not,
at the line of demarcation


the beggar, by his new impoverishment, enriched,
another love poem writ,
niched and pitched
one more itch,
so very well scratched
new sign on the bedroom door:
No Politicking Beyond This Point

8:09am August 6, 2019
KRRW  Jan 2018
B.O.U.N.C.E.
KRRW Jan 2018
Bagong-bago
no'ng panahon ni Nokia


Oras-oras
keypad tinitipa


Upang maabot
ang final level


Na babalik din
sa unang level


Cheat code gamitin na
para mas masaya


Everwing ni FB
ay walang panama.
Written
10 August 2017


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Scott T  Jan 2014
Untitled
Scott T Jan 2014
Night bus
And the pug nosed guy in the suit over there
Staring me down
Is a thousand broken dreams
And the young girl down there
Who looks weird
But my kind of weird
Is a thousand unexplored
And the ***** with the cap trying to finish off his crossword
Is Gil Scott-Heron
And no one sits next to me as I spill my poison through the keypad into a cracked screen
Shan Coralde May 2016
Its for your own good.
Words no one ever thought was true.
6 words no one ever believed.
Even though it is the truth.

There's a simple reason,
For people to never believe
The words of assurance
that you force on them.

Even if you tell them,
"Its for your own good"
If you'll never say why
They will always live,

With the fact that the thing,
That they wanted and loved,
At that point in time,
Was never for them.

A kid wanted a toy,
It wasn't bought.
Instead he got words that said,
"Its for your own good"

Not knowing that in time,
A new toy would come out,
That would be his,
In a lifetime than an instant.

A candy he wanted,
His mouth watering for desire
Again he never got it,
"Its for your own good"

Not knowing he'd get,
a fresh batch of cookies.
That would satisfy not only his mouth
But his stomach as well.

Wanting a smartphone today?
don't get it,
"Its for your own good" they told him
With envy of others he lived with his keypad phone.

Not knowing,
That, in a few days
A new, better, improved, and sexier. Smartphone would be released

That's why,
As I walk away from everything,
That we've built with our wounded hands.
I will tell you,

"Its for your own good"

But I will not leave without saying why.
No, I won't, I've been living with the question,
"Why" for a very long time,
So much so, That I don't want another.

"This is for your own good,
Because I know when I leave,
Someone will take my place,
By your side,
Not a boy, But a man.
Someone whose Arms would make you feel safe.
Someone whose eyes would let you see his soul.
Someone whose hearbeat would make you stop,

To stop asking why. Because for once, you'd think, that this is good.
That this is right, that everything in this messed up world,
Where everyone wants to hurt someone,
where everyone yearns for something else but you.

You've found a place that would make you feel,
That everything is as it should be.

So believe me when I say "This is for you own good'"
My first longest poem (lol)
Ryan P Kinney Dec 2015
Cross My Heart
by Ryan P. Kinney

He awoke that morning feeling more alive than he had in years.
The usual good morning kiss with his wife turned into more.
She could see that old youthful magic in his eyes,
The kind that had outlasted his wrinkled, scarred face.

They made love like nothing had ever mattered.
He would be late to work this morning.
It was worth it.

As she made breakfast,
Humming that song he had not heard since their wedding
He caught sight of her curves,
Slyly slipping in and out of the folds of her robe
He remembered how much he loved that woman in his kitchen
And briefly considered an encore performance

He heard a door swing open
Creaking sharply under years of abuse
Tiny feet came thundering down the stairs

“How does such a little person step so loudly?”
“Dad!”
He turned,
Just in time to duck a Nerf dart sailing past his cheek

His son gave him a mischievous grin
And his wife rolled her eyes
As he reached under the table and pulled out his blaster
Launching three darts into his son’s forehead before he could raise his

His son flopped to the floor
“You got me. I’m dead.”
The cat walked over and licked his forehead
“Alright, I guess I’m alive,”
“The kitty gave me one of his lives.”
His son laughed and bounded into his seat, just as his wife handed him his coffee.

His first sip was like no other before.
If morning *** could be coffee,
That would be what he just stuck in his mouth.

She handed him a plate of eggs and potatoes
And a bowl of cereal to their son,
Kissing him on the forehead as she did
“Ewww, Mom!”

He had long since taught her the virtues of a good breakfast
Though she only ever ate a bagel
She was always happy to send him off to work with a full belly
Even more happy to send him off with more today
Even the eggs and potatoes tasted special
Like a little extra love had gone into them

“Love tastes like eggs and potatoes…”
He trailed off, biting into an empty fork.
His plate was empty.
He had devoured the entire meal while musing over silly thoughts.

His wife shot him a “job well done” grin
Then leaned in to kiss him
“You guys are weird,” their son said,
As he pulled out his chair,
Placed his bowl in the sink,
And went skipping upstairs

“He actually remembered to put his dishes in the sink,” said his wife.
He got up, and threw his arms around his wife,
Kissing the back of her neck
As he reached into her robe
She giggled, and handed him his lunch.
“Go to work,” she said.

He grabbed his lunch,
Yelled up the stairs,
And walked out the door

The car started on the first turn this morning.
He eased it into gear
And it glided gently out of the driveway.
“That’s much better.”

He couldn’t get the grin off his face as he drove
The sun had risen to greet him in a kaleidoscope of hues
He began picking out shapes in the color kissed clouds

There was a light breeze in the air
A calm comfortable spirit blew around him
With just a hint of the flavor of the impending autumn
Yet still not betraying the richness of summer

His eyes snapped out of the daydream
“Today is way too good to be wasted at work.”

He pulled out his phone and dialed the number he no longer had to look at the keypad for.
“Hello,” his wife answered”
“Honey, call our son into school. We’re doing something today.”
She paused for a minute and he expected a recrimination.
Instead, she just replied, “Something? Like what?”

“How about the beach?”
“We’ve lived two miles from the lake for years and have only gone twice”
“It’s time we stopped wasting what’s been given to us”

She paused again, then, “Ok.”

“Oh, and wear the bikini.”

She sighed, “That was not meant for outside the bedroom.”

“It’s Monday. Everyone else foolish enough to not call off are at work.”
“No one will see, except us.”
“Meet me there.”
He hung up before she has a chance to object.

An hour later, he was there.
He slammed the car door with a reassuring thud
Her car was here, but empty.
“They must already be in the sand.”
He took to the concrete path.

As he walked, toads hopped out of his way
Butterflies danced to a tune none, but they could hear around his head.
His every step sent a cascade of grasshoppers in every direction.

He finally reached the sand and kicked off his work boots into the weeds.
He scanned down the beach and picked out the outline of two people,
His wife and son.
As he thought, no one else was here.

His wife had already removed the tank top and shorts she’d normally hide behind.
She was wearing the red bikini he had gotten her for their last anniversary
Her body showed all the marks and scars of age, wisdom, and childbirth.
He couldn’t have loved any of those marks any more.
She had earned each one.

She caught sight of him and smiled that beautiful smile,
Then tapped their son on his shoulder,
Already engrossed in a sand castle
He looked up and took off running,
Barreling into his father.

The rest of the day whisked away in the blur of one who forgets that time is a measure for events we have to think about.
He and his wife worked muscles long past functioning properly.
He swam in his work uniform and when it became too heavy,
He cast it onto the beach and swam in his underwear.

While his wife prepared lunch,
His son and he built a sand castle taller than either of them
It was more like a mound than any recognizable structure,
But it was magnificent.

When the next wave came in and took half of the empire with it
They just laughed
And jumped in to finish the job

Lunch was PBnJ, a necessity for any day spent playing hooky.
They tasted of forgotten memories and a sun-warmed nostalgia,
That up until now had only left a bitter taste in his mouth

Lunch was quick,
As both boys hurried back to the water
Making sure to share plenty with Mom.

After a few hours, the sun began to sag
And their son began to droop on this father’s shoulder
He carried him back to the concrete path,
All three with irreplaceable smiles on their faces

Their son was nearly asleep before they came across the first toad
This time they just sat and watched.
The grasshoppers remained still and not a butterfly stirred.
Everyone sat silent in their seats,
Transfixed by the building chorus of crickets,
The melody growing richer as the sun sank into dusk

By the time they reached the parking lot, the frogs had added their amorous harmony.
All of nature had serenaded their son to sleep as they strolled.

He placed him in his wife’s car gently.
He looked at her and pulled her close,
His hands groping under the bikini.
She pulled away.
“I’ll see you at home,” she said.

“I love you,” he paused, “…both,” looking at his son.

She got in the car, started, and drove out of the parking lot.
He stayed there, watching her taillights fade into a magenta-orange curtain trailing the horizon.
Just before she vanished from sight, he caught her eyes watching him in the rearview mirror.
He waved,
Casually,
Slowly,
Until she was gone.

He got back in his car and closed the door.
The reddening sun was half gone
A deep blue was inching in slowly, closing around the falling orb
Pink, blue, purple, green
Every color of life was lavishly splattered across the sky,
As if color and beauty were so cheap that it could spilled everywhere,
Without a care.

The sunset was the same it was 20 years ago.
The day he left his parents
As he was driving the last load to his first taste of adult freedom,
He had stopped at this park
To bid farewell to the boy who spent so much time here.

Here he was again
Back with a new boy to give to the park.
The sunset that sent him to become a man was back to greet him once again.

“Today was perfect,” he said, as he slipped on his jacket.
“But, it’s time I woke up.”
He pulled a revolver from the jacket’s pocket
“I kept my promise.”
He pressed the muzzle to his chest.
“Cross my heart.............”

— The End —