A mouse potato sits
before computer screen
searching to occupy their mind.

Step aside book if thy had legs
Move to corner of desk telephone
longing for a voice if it could talk.

Competition rally has begun
Computer geek vs nature


Beware! New times are here
and battle begins at daybreak.

The soul plays game as navigator
and when game concludes
and our computer mind ceases
the screen turns black
but for a moment before it reboots
and moves into a new lifetime.

I am a tall multifaceted sided top.
Turning in moment.
Twirling with my pen spinner.

There is inner glow that shines
were each side is infused with words.

When I land on one side
A sad poem may emerge
where emotions are felt.

If the side falls on a smile
a poetic song laced with rhyme
Surfaces.

I never know what side will emerge
on any given day or moment.

I never know but ever poem is a gift
A window of self
ready to share.  

Sometimes another poet will turn me
and inspire with their words.

Guess relatives can call me
a chocolate dreidel
filled with sweet or bitter poems.

Calling all readers
The opening of some new poems
are now hung in my poetry museum.

Some paint a picture
cloudy and dark
where you may need an umbrella
for your tears.

Other canvases provide
landscapes with wind blowing
against tall grass-like phases
to spark a serene dream.

Other hallways have sculptures
that caught by sun
express creativity
to bring one to look
with awe and wonder.

And than other walls
are deep with plastered messages
to leave the observer
with wisdom to soar.

Meander inside
as long as you want
There is no entrance fee.

Words are the fuel for the soul
to cleanse, awaken, sing, and expand.

Sometimes short and sweet conquers long inside a poem.
It is up to the writer to take aim with sword like pen,
and reader to take aim with eye.