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Suddenly, the 502s were back
those unexpected disconnects
that make posting whack
and my nerves a wreck

Like blank spots in time
that made me backtrack
unable to use rhymes
I felt trapped and  highjacked

Did the server choke on a bone?
Was 5G stalling me, wordless and postponed?
Did the firewall collapse, did DNS lapse?
Was it my laptop, was it my phone?

People watched me, on the metro,
as I frowned and moaned at my useless iPhone.
The issues seemed flagrant, I was becoming impatient
Was I some kind of nut? I was showing emotion.
We don’t DO that in Paris - have public implosions.

Did it happen to you?
Or was I one of a few.
What were the chances
that it only happened to poets in France?
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Song for this:
Alone Again (Naturally) by Gilbert O'Sullivan
La Vie en Rose by Allison Adams Tucker
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 08/23/25:
flagrant = obvious, conspicuously bad—too bad to ignore.
73 drafts,
73 finished poems,
73 pieces I can't post,
73 plus instances of 502,
Bad Gateway.
502 is now my least favorite number.
Àŧùl Feb 7
An auspicious occasion,
It becomes a suspicious one.
You want to obliterate it off your memory,
But end up trying to illiterate it instead.
A pinnacle of politeness,
Becomes a pineapple instead.
Malapropism is such a nice phenomenon!
My HP Poem #2046
©Atul Kaushal
It's just a SMALL HICCUP
If it bothers you then
Drink some water or
hold your BREATH,
Fix the ERROR,
after that
Just REST,
Don't let the SITUATION
bring you on DOWN,
Work with the GLITCHES and
then MANEUVER on AROUND.
It just a SMALL MISHAP and
it can be FIXED,
It not a BIG DEAL
So go on and HANDLE IT.
It's just a LITTLE HICCUP,
Don't get your
*******  in a BUNCH,
It'll work out SOMEHOW,
I'm just giving
you a HUNCH,
When things
GO SIDEWAYS,
or EVEN DOWNHILL,
There's just GOTTA
BE A WAY and
I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL!!!
When things are OFF and
CIRCUMSTANCES
CAN GET TOUGH,
JUST REMEMBER
there's a way and
THIS IS JUST A HICCUP!!!!


B.R.
Date: 12/15/2024
Don't beat yourself Up,
Don't put yourself down,
We All make mistskes,
So, eliminate that frown.

Find growth in your mistakes,
For this is so true,
We all are not perfect, but
This change begins in you.

So, Just own up to your errors,
of what you have done,
Make peace with your past,
And then finally move on.

You are feeling so happy,
You are feeling so free,
You have a clean, conscience,
NOW, go and LIVE ABUNDANTLY!!!!


B.R.
Date: 12/8/2023
Anais Vionet Nov 2022
Hey someone, in charge, I’m talking to you
across a vast ocean of errors numbered 502.

Please, put a quarter in the little slot that dispenses the feed,
so, the little gray squirrel gets what he needs,
to spin the little aluminum wheel that generates
the Susie-Bake oven light which facilitates
the solar cells powering the 1984 Tandy desktop,
that’s the Hello Poetry server - it’s ground to a stop.

We love that squirrel, and if we sound cloying,
it’s because we find the constant 502 errors annoying.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Cloying: excessively sweet or sentimental
Alexander Oct 2021
I’ll start a sentence with “but”
never leave a “.”
I’ve always started,
What I could never finish
peachguts Jan 2021
at the age of twenty-two i fell in love with the guy who can't pronounce my name, who only says i love you when he bites my lip (there are times that he forcibly opened my mouth and search for the dead poetries i buried 2 years ago).

at the age of twenty-four he asked me to undress myself while his eyes are stabbing my chest (i did and he stabbed me so deep that until now i can't get the blade off). he smashed my small body on the bed and abandoned after he found another poetry hiding in between my legs (i picked myself up after he left).

at the age of twenty-five he asked me to give every poetry blooming inside of me (but what can i offer if i'm alone with typos and errors?)

at the age of thirty i'm nothing but a cover page (no, i'm not a poetry book after the reader ripped off my pages).
Satvik gupta Dec 2020
Yeah

Back then ,

we were lost in love .

And now,

The love lost us .
Sad music enters
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
I called captain Ahab
He told us to forget the whale
We told him to understand
If he was to drop the sails
Or we might as well belong in jail

The years turned to centuries
The jails were dead
As the Gods looked everywhere
They found me hidden under a chair
I said I was praying for death instead

Captain Ahab sat in the courthouse
The judge asked me why he didn't listen
I let out a laugh and said he does
They said you can't speak
You have to listen first

The streets were open
Captain Ahab sat next to me
The glass was filled too soon
The bartender said the car was here for free
He told me finish your drink, first then flee

The captain asked what was in it
It was empty
Isn't everyone full of themselves
He told me that everybody is empty
I told him because everyone acts the same, probably

I left breezin'
This one is enjoyable, indeed.
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