#zoom
The deed begun and the deed done,
a breath taken, and a breath released.
The work, writing, reading as we go.
No shame, no pressure, no debt.
Living long under the prosperity.
Not our own, no, our providence
answered faith of our previous
makers of ways where no way was
when white pages haunted open hearted
souls called to comfort motherless children,
unfeedable little lost souls told tales remember
Be ware what you think we mean, as us I mean,
we become whole new things, keyed with ancient
yeast and slime mold shapes of green oatmeal flow
like the golden oil running down Aarron's beard, ah
Chavad gotta a deal gotta say we getta witness, see
say you know this game, three cards, just three, see.
Pop chaos theoretical butterfly flap
of a wing among millions of wings
flapping subsonic whirs we hear
but by conditioning perceive
- the butterfly effect
- if believed unbelievable
- unbelieve it now,
- exhale, inhale, and think
we have all the time in the world
and electricity always on, or
could be so we know, borders
are imaginary bubble walls,
the earth as a system keeps itself,
the people as a whole have roles,
the worth of each single point, once
sine qua non, you knew the truth
and thus thought then freely, I am
a mental image of the truth life makes.
Winds return on their circuits,
as sounds in silence, deep
teenage wasteland topsoil lifts
away, frame the vision, make it
plain, word after word, logical as
as
as
as
yes, as logos itself, infancy
an
incunabuluman* nonage ex-empt-ion
say that five times on judgement day
matada
innocent self…
being presupposed
to be or become metamorphosed
from inexperienced to immediate
past tense confusing time with chance
considering the relative worth of an
innocent self… a me among men, amen
without spot or blemish, perfect babe,
infantile in all her unrhetted ignorance
inside the fog of war, holding flax at bay
break out fibers fine as Rapunzel's flaxen locks
first precious light in the day, shining out
from ivory skinned faces, woe, is us,
as we have never been so exposed
naked nonsense makers, but no, just me,
judging where I may imagine I must be,
in my morning ritual mediation caught up,
being in time flow, rolling along, singin'
my song, wrong, or right, you just
don't know, you just go, sparrow wise,
tweeting make believe at made believers.
*
Latin incunabula
"cradle, birthplace; rudiments or beginnings"
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=infancy>
End part one, a poetic after shock from
Mike Makowsky's Death by Lightning
A four part series behind a Netflix paywall
not too hard to peer over these days…
I keep thinking you are paying attention
We keep thinking we lose our minds, no
we get to, relate to Charles J. Guiteau
and the odds of dying by constant lightning
we blow our bubbles of being to the extent
of now, on an orderly planet rewarding ment
enjoyment, an at it attitude, doing indeed a day.
What we can learn in an hour,
no mind born before 1940 could imagine.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
THE HELLO POETRY COMMUNITY MONTHLY MEET ON 27TH FEBRUARY 2026
This month's Hello Poetry Community Zoom meeting held on 27th February 2026 focused on discussing the new site features and reading poetry.
Participants shared their experiences with the updated platform, including login issues and changes to stars and sparkles functionality. The group read poems on various themes, including love and time. They also discussed the importance of community connections through Facebook and WhatsApp groups.
The conversation ended with a decision to set the next month's theme as "Spring Celebration."
To view the full video of this month's meeting, cut and paste the YouTube link below:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uvp_ExHCOEg
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 2:18 AM UTC
One man’s outbreak
Another man’s breakthrough
It struck us all
In different ways
It struck us all
We lost many
Despite our best efforts
Still mourning
We are all
Still mourning
We tried to connect
Through screens and masks
Locked inside
While we were
Locked inside
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
Rose in a dew
I thought I caught
a glimpse of you.
Zooming in
I thought I can
get closer.
Only to eye on
upon a river
amid myriad
over looking stars.
A drop spans out
to be a sea
neither did it tarry.
I thought I would
give up that big
is not for me.
But yet a scene
never washed away
is intact unblurred
beneath the million
waves of the sea.
I thought the moon
will give up!
It can never touch
but always returns
over the sea
can't forget a scene.
So is me
once that
I chanced to see.
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 11:28 PM UTC
Saying that final goodbye to a loved one,
it’s always been poignant and sad…
But recently it’s joined the online,
the surreal… the quite mad!
The scrolling photo’s on the crematorium wall
have always been more suited to the social media bag
than what, until the digital age, had a more…
mediaeval...churchy, tag.
Cheers and farewell to Gran, Sis, Bro, Cuzz, Mum or Dad
can now be done without anything at all being said…
Or even, if you’re just a friend or a really distant relative,
long haul, away, abroad... or, just sitting up in bed!
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
Don't want to listen anymore
take my headphones off
saying
"my camera broke"
I just lay and stare at the ceiling,
I'm losing feeling.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
Light shines off the lines of old paint brush strokes on smudged oil paint,
Vintage bubbles, worn from countless fingers, notebooks, pencils,
the accruements of learning, teaching, and thinking.
I can imagine the hands that painted these surfaces,
These old desks, missing drawers, staggered six feet from each other,
Social distanced under the gaze of outdated television screens,
Confined within these walls, peeling paint, under stained ceiling tiles.
Those hands were tired, they held the brush with a practiced hand that wasn't dried out from hand sanitizer,
They spilt paint on the floor, left stains, let paint run down the sides of the desks -
Those trails still stay in certain light, they gleam from the shadows,
Not visible to the Zoom attendants.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
The world would never be the same
but the wind still sways the
bare tree tops and when
the cat meows it
still wants attention.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC
Play all these at the same time. To do that just open each one in a new tab, maybe with some headphones on and watch the video called "Eye of The Universe" in full screen for at least a minute while the solfeggio frequencies play.
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbM5LMVZad0Zr7yLVdlW8J7YxigSXAbqH
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
a tree planted deep in its roots
could not blossom or spur
but flourish
for the caretaker always watered and the sun
the sun always shined
look up and check, if you become blind
you know it's true
but who watched the care taker
....
just the stalker across the street
peering through the windows with binoculars
jotting down the actions and deeds committed
she just put her attention upon trying to formulate
what it meant to be a good person
what it meant to care
what it meant to be a caretaker
for when the caretaker was no longer able to nurture
the naturalist could fill the caretaker's shoes
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Oof
Ow
You got me.
What now
Tss
Ah
What a
crushing
blow.
Mm
Yah
You showed me
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Zooooooooooom
that plane got awful close
no way to hide, or disguise
Zooooooooooom it went
I wasn't that engrossed
deaf ears, and blurry eyes
Zooooooooooom yet again
am I the only one?
shes talking, way too high
Zooooooooomed
can't tell if she's done
I'm just a clueless guy
Zooooooooooming
heard by each and everyone
over my head, her words
they fly
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
Watery hands
Dripping from my own
Before the mirror.
Juggling with the unseen
Parts of me.
Portraits of the dearest ones
Long dead and gone
They're zooming out
I am zoning out.
--Eleanor Rigby
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
I'm not trying to be unauthentic, im just trying to stay...cool
rhymes with meaning are sweet like cherries, chocolate, whipping, and ******* gurl!
I love when I make u smile, the wordless cool goes with the flow
good vibrations and time is patient, it's cool so just go with the flow
I'm loving mother nature, and i just sipped fine berry wine
don't **** my vibe and let me rhyme, time after time be mystified
Let me guide u on this journey, let us not rush
Because
Because, u and I we're in no hurry
and what we got is time, time, time
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC