#errors
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
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
73 drafts,
73 finished poems,
73 pieces I can't post,
73 plus instances of 502,
Bad Gateway.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC
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!
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
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
PANTIES 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
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 6:44 PM UTC
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
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 10:11 PM UTC
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.
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 9:19 PM UTC
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).
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC
Yeah
Back then ,
we were lost in love .
And now,
The love lost us .
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
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'
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Foolish speed bumps in my life
Do you have foibles?
Human quirks?
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
We are only as
wise as our
last mistake.
For without hiccups,
we never realise
that we can also be wrong.
"Yes you may be hungry,
but eating to fast
has its consequences..
Learn well, chew well
and remember that
with every error...
we can climb
one more step.
And realise that,
we may trip over our ego
and tumble,
but once we learnt from it.
We know to take our time.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
Yesterday is either a
regret.
Or a moment that
fills us with
contemplation that we
did something right.
But if a regret,
we look into the
past.
So not to repeat the errors
that befell us,
and brought us to the cliff
of which we jumped from.
Landing anew to the realisation,
that we may jump.
But we will
always land at a new point
of learning.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
there's nothing left of us,
besides vacant memories of what-if's,
and thousands of errors we've failed to fix.
when i stare into those eyes of yours,
ones that i once loved more than anything,
they no longer strike a meaning strong enough,
for me to continue holding on.
so i let go,
and even though i shouldn't have,
i need to because slowly,
i'm losing myself trying to fix us,
something that never ceased to exist.
even if the fresh intake of newly found air,
burns my nostrils,
harms my lungs,
i welcome it with open arms.
because you no longer strike a meaning worthy for me to hold on.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
A B C D E
F G H I’m
J K L M N
O P Q R Still
learning T
U V W X Y
Z
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Oh my sweet demon how I adore you so
We have ridden together many years
Your whispers comfort me when I’m low
You create and extinguish all my fears
You bring me the anxiety that’s grown closely
To my racing heart and dark mind
You bring me the shadows I love so dearly
Why do you have to be so sweet and kind?
I have grown up with you by my side
At first my enemy now ... best friend
My heart is dark from where you reside
Leave! I ask, but this rule you will not bend
My sweet demon you are in my head
Taunting me and speaking sweet terrors
I cannot **** you for you sleep in my bed
You live in me because of all my errors
Demon, you bring familiarity in the night
The shadows that follow us I know too well
They are our friends too, of that I’m right
Spinning me forever, a never ending carousel
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
On the edge of the cliff above me
***** rusty barrels loom
full of pollutants
detritus massed
from the darkness
of my errors
poor decisions
momentary failures to recall
and then act on the ideals
I rely on to inspire and move me.
Here I am at dawn
on the brink of a new day
full of possibilities
laughter, tenderness, listening and lingering
here I am at a moment of genesis
IF
I have the sense
and shameless audacity
to simply notice and accept those looming barrels
and their polluted contents
as yesterdays
and leave them there.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
If you didn't know her very well then you would
think she's just another stereotypical girl
that's where you're mistaken in so many ways
here is how I view this mysterious girl
with a small and petite frame
any dress she wears fits her like a glove
soft and snug as she slips on a red dress that did her justice
highlighting every curve
Don't even get me started on how this girl honestly doesn't need any makeup
for her beauty is internal
radiant, loving and beautiful are the three words I think of immediately
when her name is spoken aloud
the way I'd describe the color of her eyes is mesmerizing.
from afar, you'd think that they were a regular brown color.
''It isn't until you get the chance to actually talk to her. Then you realize how oh so wrong you were''
Alluring dark brown eyes
Outlined by long, full eyelashes, and above are her arched eyebrows.
she had long voluminous dark hair that was the color of the midnight sky
which framed her face perfectly
Although on some days, it could appear unkept
or messy, but it didn't matter. To me, she was beautiful no matter how her hair looked.''
she didn't need to dye it any other color
for it's a reflection of her Latin roots
her personality is like a little kid at heart
she's so spontaneous
wanting to travel and experience new things and meet new people
It's so exciting to see that the little things that make her happy
For example, the way she sings at the top of her lungs
When her favorite song comes on the radio
Gets that certain glint in her eyes
I honestly can't decide if that glint reflects playfulness or adventure
either way, I love it
Her thirst for knowledge
Wanting to know different things
Sometimes she tends to let her mind wander
going from one subject to the next one
But if something really captures her interest
then she’ll do everything in her power to know anything and everything about the subject
The way she loves someone is truly like no other
It’s not about the gifts or the gesture's
the staying up until sunrise
to make something heartfelt or write a paragraph
it all depends on how long you’ve known her and two other factors
and you’ll be able to tell if she loves you and cares
look at her actions they speak more volumes than words do
last but certainly not least is how much she thrives off of her alone time
It’s nothing personal
But she loves having time to herself
time to recharge so to speak
from the world around her
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
I do not understand this poet
Nor the glimmer in his mind,
and no amount of persuasion
Will ever make him mine
The great poet the world has known
The English Soul, the Bard of olde
Speaks little but of jests,
and not a word of happiness
But who am I,
forgot to time,
I all but simple words I leave,
I will never have
Shakespeare's memory
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
The simple message of good, as a vulnerable creature that I am,
The hopeful message of good
Was like a sword stabbing the main muscle that possession my darkest secrets lay like the gates of hell,
Stabbing the nature of errors that my Flash committed in the great rebellion of disobedience.
Like a white raven in the dark, so odd as it seems, peculiar as it seems the little voice that my inner ears listen to hear, whisper gently as I lend an ear you claim “even the monsters I can make clean, even in the darkest places my voice roars”
As the tenderness stays the sword lays. Truth flows like a river, like the River reaching the dead that lays in me, growth proceeds as this day
I can say in the peculiar times
As White as snow you can wash away
Our wrongful tracks, you can make the monsters as gentle as the night, as this day say, the good message is for bad, the bad can find kindness in The non sinful God.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
I knew it was an error,
Because we did not click.
Even if we are only searching for a signal.
There is a boundary that will brick.
In the eyes of the sky, we crave for falling stars,
Clouding our minds with comforting lies behind bars.
Mustard themes, they say, "Save the bees",
Each demon crept through the willow trees.
Undescribable feelings and censored words,
None of our vocabularies soar to be absurd.
Our sunset travels weaken thy footsteps,
We are just hopeless youngsters, reaching out for help.
The arriving moonlight, there a universe awaits.
Treacherous promises left in different places.
We are the written sentences lost in hoary library shelves,
Forever damaged, oh, what have we done to ourselves?
Male and female body parts blended like jigsaw puzzle pieces.
They want the beast with wallop lips and flat kisses.
Most of us touched the pixelated features,
We are the broken frames in the tortured pictures.
Those smiles and giggles are all gone and crashed.
We are the wounded teens, tossed like standard trash.
A game with many levels but without the signs of "Game Overs",
Once again, we are the lurking kids with a bunch of errors.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
*Who understands the frustrations of using spell check on the phone?
Me I do.
My smart phone isn't very smart,
it types words that I would never use.
Some people are very rude,
they judge me because of a typo.
Hahaha!
I think that some people are just
too judgemental
to allow such a thing to go
without giving demeaning criticism.
It's not fair because it's not my fault the phone is programmed to work the way it does.
How I am the error or the stupid one
if I have tried to change the spelling yet the phone still types for me?
Sometimes it works and has a beautiful sway,
other times it choaks my poetic flow
goes the other way.
But there's no call for rude comments,
what did I do to you?
It must be your personal issues,
has nothing to do with me.
There only typos,
they won't bite you
or cause you cancer.
You don't have to stop by my space and throw it in my face.
You are a childish person to think
it was okay.
Also I am disabled
and I have learned to love my mistakes.
Why don't you try being autistic and suffer from a movement disorder on top of muscle dystrophy?
You think it's easy for me? Hahaha
I am proud to say "yes I make spelling errors like everyone else does once in a awhile."
I bet you started out with horrible spelling,
you had to because you had to learn just like the rest of us.
You are no different than anyone else.
I hope you feel better about yourself someday.
I wish you the best.
Maybe you need a hug.*
© By Amanda Shelton
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
my spelling has been rather poor of late
from the words some letters were omitted
this day I shall not goof up on my slate
those grave mistakes won't be permitted
a friend did tell me to smarten my act
she said she'd observed so many errors
in my compositions this be a fact
she stated that I must stop these terrors
by employing greater concentration
on applying my pen to my lines
exact spelling is a good validation
using this tested way I'll not get fines
to-day no letters have been forgotten
henceforth my pages won't be so rotten
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC