#duplex - Hello Poetry

Its been 4 years since I have been on this site many new changes both here and in life. I own my own home a rental duplex at that. I got a new job with good pay and a union. I have been to the ER a few times for health problems but I wont sing the blues I'm still here. Covid-19 breaks the US and world great depression 2021 is just around the corner. I'm at the tail end of my 20's 30 is coming up fast so many things I have done. Yet so many more that may never happen will see about that. HERE is for more tomorrow than yesterdays more bright sky's than rainy days more pace and harmony for all humanity!!!!

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Oct 18, 2020

Oct 18, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC

cj-flynn

2020 the YEAR

Its been 4 years since I have been on this site many new changes both here and in life. I own my own home a rental duplex at that. I got a new job with good pay and a union. I have been to the ER a few times for health problems but I wont sing the blues I'm still here. Covid-19 breaks the US and world great depression 2021 is just around the corner. I'm at the tail end of my 20's 30 is coming up fast so many things I have done. Yet so many more that may never happen will see about that. HERE is for more tomorrow than yesterdays more bright sky's than rainy days more pace and harmony for all humanity!!!!

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I type my poems in Microsoft Word, Which capitalizes when I don’t want it to. Microsoft capitalizes on its digital monopoly. Monopoly is a board game about capitalism that I played as a child with tokens and play money. But I spend real money on Microsoft Word. I don’t want capitalism to rule my world. My world needs rules. Such as, the writer decides when to capitalize. Capitalizing Word makes it a brand name. A brand name is copyrighted, as are my poems. But do I own the copyright to my poems in Microsoft Word? Word has it that if Monsanto seeds blow onto your farm, the plants they become belong to Monsanto. Word.

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Mar 11, 2020

Mar 11, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC

scarlet-mccall

Word

I type my poems in Microsoft Word, Which capitalizes when I don’t want it to. Microsoft capitalizes on its digital monopoly. Monopoly is a board game about capitalism that I played as a child with tokens and play money. But I spend real money on Microsoft Word. I don’t want capitalism to rule my world. My world needs rules. Such as, the writer decides when to capitalize. Capitalizing Word makes it a brand name. A brand name is copyrighted, as are my poems. But do I own the copyright to my poems in Microsoft Word? Word has it that if Monsanto seeds blow onto your farm, the plants they become belong to Monsanto. Word.

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All the planets are falling Much to my chagrin From their fishing line and ticky-tacky Out of the stucco cosmos. The days are carbon copies Of last month’s plans: Work and meet with people who matter Not enough that I don’t need reminding. The second bookshelf isn’t quite full But the knick-knacks look nice Even the fake succulent Helps to tie it all together. A brown lizard on the wall Still only metal Extends his tail for a towel, But all of mine are folded on the floor Next to the briefcase-looking record player I hardly use but use enough. And the TV is in front of my bed Where I hardly sleep but sleep too much And now the incense has died But it will smell nice all day. When I leave the microcosm will crash Except for the sticky ticky-tacky stalactite My burnt out light bulb will be replaced A star for a new solar system If any god or goddess thinks to make one But for now The planets are falling.

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May 27, 2015

May 27, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC

nicky-vaught

A room in a duplex

All the planets are falling Much to my chagrin From their fishing line and ticky-tacky Out of the stucco cosmos. The days are carbon copies Of last month’s plans: Work and meet with people who matter Not enough that I don’t need reminding. The second bookshelf isn’t quite full But the knick-knacks look nice Even the fake succulent Helps to tie it all together. A brown lizard on the wall Still only metal Extends his tail for a towel, But all of mine are folded on the floor Next to the briefcase-looking record player I hardly use but use enough. And the TV is in front of my bed Where I hardly sleep but sleep too much And now the incense has died But it will smell nice all day. When I leave the microcosm will crash Except for the sticky ticky-tacky stalactite My burnt out light bulb will be replaced A star for a new solar system If any god or goddess thinks to make one But for now The planets are falling.

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