"teleport" poems
“T'was the night before Christmas ...”
and Santa was busy.
The reindeer were antsy
the elves in a tizzy.
The missus was tending
the ovens like mad
And turning out cookies
to make children glad.
The wood chips were flying
the sawdust was thick
The workshop was bulging
with toys from St. Nick.
Contractors from Sega,
Nintendo and Sony
Were working on games
(and a robotic pony).
Iphones and Ipads
(with virus removal)
Were packed in their boxes
and stamped "Elf Approval".
Last minute touches
were added with flair
While elf stylists tended
to Santa's white hair.
Elf tailors were making
some last alterations
To Santa's red coat
and his waist tribulations.
The weather was fair
as the weather-elf stated
The routes were approved
and departure was slated.
Bells had been polished
and harnesses buffed
While repairs were addressed
for the hoofs that were scuffed.
The antlers were festooned
with ribbons and bells
And the reindeer were covered
with elf flying spells.
The clock approached
midnight as Santa was seated.
The countdown began
as the flight crew was greeted.
H-hour neared
and the tension was growing.
Outside it grew cloudy
and then, began snowing.
But Santa just grinned
as the weather-elf winced.
"Don't worry, my friend.
Our time has commenced."
For the weather was nothing
to Santa's conveyance.
His reindeer and sleigh
were immune to"delay-ance".
With a whirl of his whiskers
and a flick of his wrist
The reindeer were launched
in a flash of white mist.
And I heard him exclaim
through his teleport ray:
"ALERT TSA. Tell 'em
I'm on my WAY!"
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
Big ships, small ships, yachts and dingeys
Floating across the mighty sea
Carving their way, displacing their weight
To keep afloat the Captain and First mate.
Old ships, new ships, schooners and cruise liners
Have crossed paths throughout the ages old
Once to explore, make claim, pirate and fight
Now to wine and dine on a luxurious bite
Salted beef, rock hard bread and weevil-friendly biscuits
A 3 course meal fit for Old Salts alike
Weevils & worms and bugs of all kind
Along with sparse portions of meat, you might find
French wine, filet mignon, sushi and pastries
Buffets and fine dining, variety is key
All you can eat, whenever you'd like
No chores, no work, just eating all night'
What a contrast exists between these two worlds
Only 2 to 300 hundred years apart
Once grimy, risky, arduous and fraught
Now fancy, lazy, and much to be bought
What if the Old Salts could teleport to today
And live aboard our floating hotels?
With no masts to climb or sheets to tend
Would they break or would they bend?
I suppose that switch would be easy enough
But send us back to Pirate-ridden waters
You'd be sure never to hear from us again
Swabbing the deck would **** us alone
Not to mention the food and disease of back when.
- BPW
Dec. 11, 2013
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
The momment I realized
facebook
was a pokedex for people
Was the moment I realized
I don't want to catch them all.
Some pokemon aren't worth the trouble.
Let alone making it double.
Abra for instance,
I understand you like spooning
but if you're going to teleport
every time I throw the Pokeball,
maybe it's best you stay in the cave.
cubone:
Did you ever think maybe,
wearing the skull
of your dead mother
for protection
might mean
you have some serious family baggage?
Pidgey:
I shouldn't have to keep buying repels
to keep you away.
If I stroll through the tall grass
You appear every five minutes
Without realizing I AM IGNORING YOU.
Perhaps you should wait
until I throw another ball.
I'm trying
to catch different pokemon right now
Who fit my team better
Have the Nature I want.
You had your chance
to be in my party
When I fed you that Razz berry
threw the first ball.
Caught you.
then you Evolved
into this big mouthed Golbat
About to swallow me whole.
Trainers.
Stop spending time on toxic pokemon
Poisen types, koffing and wheezing.
Psychic types that play you puppet.
Don't throw the ball to them
Let their grass rustle.
Walk on by
I'm transfering mine in for candies
Catching Shinies
legendaries whom there are only one of in this world.
I stopped trying to catch them all.
I'm searching the high ground
taking time to look at their move set
Running around town with them.
We'll EV train each other,
Get every badge together.
BEAT THE ELITE FOUR
Get knocked down
Go to the pokecenter
Do, do, dodo DO!
Get right back up, together.
Because it's not about catching them all.
It's about healing the ones that you have.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
i'm not sure what to do with all the distance
it's been months that have felt like years
i can remember when you came into my life in the winter
and I can remember when you left in the summer
arrival and departure
the distinct difference between the two
i'm only at the thin line of division
the way my emotions don't add up
like miscalculated algebra
all to your advantage
i kept your love letter
the letter where you plagiarized a novel
because i wasn't good enough for your own words
that was my only closure
i wanted desperately to burn the stuffed bears from the carnival
i could only part with one
when i hold it close to me
i feel like how a child would
expecting prizes only in fabric and cotton stuffing
not words of affirmation or love
i almost drove by your house
but i knew i would only go mad thinking
of who has been touching your new furniture that i helped pick out
leaving their fingerprints in place of mine
i miss my t-shirts that you still have
i hope when and if you wear them
you can feel me close
my heart beating where yours is
sometimes i feel like i miss you enough for you to show up
as if my pain could teleport
the craving of a complete closure
one where i don't need liquor or a lighter
others bring up your name
as if i'm not in the process of misplacing the letters
or dismissing the syllables
i've been trying to forget your face
your face of sharp bones
flaring nostrils
and nostalgic lips
i've been trying to imagine if that night would have never happened
when that veteran couldn't take himself anymore
he chose you to be his last interaction
it was all in hints
he was screaming for help without making a sound
how were we supposed to know
i still wonder where that blue jay is that he buried behind the building
i just couldn't bare to see it
now i wish i made a map
X marks the spot where our love died
i remember when you had to bury your own blue jay
you never saw it coming
you took the wrong step and it was under your foot
just like he said his bluejay was
fidgeting and fighting for life
i'd like to think it was a sign from him
to let you know it's possible to move on and forward
so you did
you moved on to scabbed skin and worn-out lungs
i moved on to scholarly headaches and false pretenses
back then i could never fathom my days without you
now i find it difficult to recall how we were
it feels like our romance was a dream
because it only felt real when i was asleep
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
I believed I was an immortal
Until you began opening portals
To the future and the past
To the needle and the flask
Portals that warp my mind
Like space and time
Until I dematerialize
From the appearance of lies
This portal I must climb back through
When all the lies have become true
Like when they said portals couldn't be climbed
For there are no ledges
Only pledges
Of a hatred death wish
That leaves me breathless
The portals had to be sealed
You became my quantum mechanic
The tires of the DeLorean squealed
As we abandoned my stationary driveway
And started rectifying my past
By driving forward
The portals' gravitational pull was lifted
And I could walk again
A pedestrian in paradise
Until you teleport into the rain
And I teleport into my brain
Becoming a prisoner
To thoughts that travel at the speed of light
And create a beautiful spectrum in the mirror you presented to me
I fear the day you shatter our light barrier
You'll see you're more mature
And fly away like a jet that's harrier
Because once you can see my thoughts
You'll sell all the stock you bought
You'll see I'm merely mortal
And you'll open new portals
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
Where have all the Juliet’s gone.
The princess' to rescue, the maids to save.
A woman’s gift use to be so more defined.
As was the part I had to play.
Not that I was a very good actor.
Was never much of a factor on the main stage?
If I could go back to the days of Arthur, when chivalry was alive.
Joust with evil princes and slay fire breathing dragons
to ride, on an steed through the meadows and dales.
Listening to minstrels sing my story accompanied by a lyre.
Guinevere wouldn't run from this mans passion.
Exalibur would be pulled from the stone.
Alas I live in the technology age the dark ones are well past gone.
What is good for only some, never ever lasts.
I still have my pen which lets me sit and fret
and lament for a sweet Juliet.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 7:15 AM UTC
I'm high off the heart-breaking but life-giving, innumerable thoughts of you that approach me every millisecond
I quit drugs after visiting multiple rehab institutions
but they never warned me about hope-giving , spirit-feeding, and addictive drugs like you
Drugs that with only a touch would immediately teleport me to another dimension
Drugs that would pleasure each pathway that lead to my soul
Wheres rehab for drugs like you?
Drugs that over-power me
Drugs that have me writing poems at 2:56 a.m.
Drugs that are the cause of the never-ending emotions that hit me like meteor showers
Where do I go to lose addiction to drugs my soul keeps asking for?
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Host maybe youre listening
Tapping at a bridge bone, teleport fonhom
I probably know it but...
Like children asking a question about a complicated thing
Simplified complicated things
Till they didnt mean nothing like they had,
When the gramophone, gammaray guts were still cramed in it
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
2020 Vision.
There’s no flying cars
We’re not living under the sea
Mars is still unsettled
Mail is not sent by rockets
But in 2020 all apples have faces now.
Apes have not evolved to work for us
Aliens have not made contact
We still have ten toes
We can not yet breathe under water
But in 2020 we sing songs instead of talking
There is still hunger
There is still war
We can’t yet teleport to a holiday destination
Or read each other’s minds
But in 2020 dorkiness got into the water supply.
Hibernation became an art form
Hermits live in communes
Elle Kay and Veda were never strangers again.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
So fast you fly,
And you teleport,
In time and space,
You bend each law,
And you fire the beam,
Now - Ka-me-ha-me-ha!!!
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
I guess it's the end of my need for some ****
I guess all I got is thid lsd
Gee,
but really what care,
I'm not even hear
teleport to the couch,
met a pink bear,
he ate all my hair,
**** In my eye he cussed not to cry,
MR BEAR!
mr bear
you think I wont trip?
one hell of a fry,
YOU **** IN MY EYE!
back to the room bad trip oh woah doom,
hit my head 'Jingle~
;oh yea and I'm single
hey mr. spider, lend me your lighter
back in an hour,
I thaught you died in the shower?.
itsy? bitsy? ,
I'm just rather ditsy..
wait why am i wet?.......................
all for one bet,
;)_ jesse mckush
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
What I wouldn't give to go back to the time,
When all I wanted was to be the leader of the line,
When none of my friends tried to pressure me into crime,
When my lyrics didn't even have to rhyme,
Well now guess what, we're all grown up,
Realities checks and balances tend to make me say ****
A word that before I barely even knew the meaning,
Now has become something you might hear me screaming,
Please, let me go back to when we only drank juice,
When "smoking a fatty" was outrunning a fat dude,
When a gun was just a tool in a video game,
When you only paper-cut, it wasn't to relieve pain,
When nobody got killed over being called gay,
Man, I wanna teleport back to Pre-K..
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
Moving here and moving there
Moving a million miles
With eyes red, eyes dead
Tapping a million times.
It's no teleport, no airplane,
No magical ride
Instead of walking out the doors
In the pixels we confide.
Aimless tip-tap like water drops
Ticking as sound of time
Punching letters, beating keys,
Trying to make a rime.
Lovely surfs, lovely speed,
Not so lovely is sleep,
When the ghost of eyes
Stuck in the mist of lies
Screen to screen takes a leap.
Pixels here, pixels there,
Pixels all around,
Life here, life there,
Real life all gone.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel stuck in the matrix, complacent, I know you don't want me to say this, but I'm just impatient to make it better because it seems like it's now or never. Will we ever end up together, only time will tell. Many people talk to me as if I was well, well I'm not. The thought of losing you makes me weak and unable to speak for I'm ashamed to see the pain in your eyes that I've inflicted. Our love is constructed but I'm addicted to you. Every thing has fallen apart because of my choice to neglect you. My heart is pounding with sorrow when you tell me that you feel like you were just used and borrowed. I can't promise tomorrow, but I can promise this is from the heart. I want to start again and befriend one another then once again become lovers. I love no other, although it may seem like a lie. I've let you down and those who support me. Teleport to me.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
"You have to prepare yourself for her,
I could never just stand still and greet her;
it was too much at once
her eyes are like magnetic portals,
just waiting to teleport your soul
into a completely different realm of paradise
anything and everything is the greatest time of your life
when you have the moon with you
feeling her veins is my favourite sport,
it's intense...
like when your father lets you walk to school by yourself
for the first time
and you are desperately looking for the road sign
you finally see it and your entire body state changes,
you feel safe and relieved;
that feeling times by 33 thousand."
- G.M
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
I’ll check on you 2378 clicks a day
I’m not obsessed
I really like that glow on your face
The glow you get from your screen
when you’re talking to me
I’m sorry that I cannot teleport to your room each time I think of you
I’m sorry that I ask Siri
every 2 hours
“Does she love me?”
Only to hear—
“I’m afraid I cannot answer that.”
I’ve memorized all our old messages like a script
I say I love you
you say you love me too
I say I love you more you say
you love me more than the most
We were the lead actors…
The stars of an unexplainable love-story
Gliding on a red carpet
Bright red
as the hearts that bubbled above us each time I rested my lips on your lips
except it was no act
When I’m typing on my phone
every thought is about how my fingers used to touch that skin of yours
Type type type
“I miss you”
Don’t send.
Type type
Delete.
I’ve called you about 13 times
The ringing in my ears has become my new favorite soundtrack.
It’s just a lovely piece it goes from 5 rings to: “please leave a message after the beep” and that’s when I shed a tear
I ask
why did I meet you at this time when technology is taking over true contact?
Where did I go wrong?
why us?
Will our love ever exist again?
Can our ****** technology tell me the future?
"I’m sorry but the answer to your question is not available please hang up or try again…. Goodbye."
The message has been running for 32 minutes and 54 seconds
I’ll hang up
I’ll try again
Goodbye
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Away from the ways mapped to shackle slaves
outside of the sign through the door
as you search and search you find answers more
in a distinct distant distance as you become indistinct
you soon find that you exist
you soon find that you live outside or beyond matter
...
Constricted by the golden ring
you feel the strength of the serpent
you learn of its trickery and deception
You soon begin to see that you are beyond these things
as leaves fall from trees
flying away into the wonder
searching for shade, finding it under
the azure pompous cloud
...
That you too as the leaves wish to know more about the tree
away from these things,
civilization and doctrine
you find the true Laws of Creation
That you are one in the many of The One
The more you separate yourself from the Universe
you learn just who or what it is that composes the Verse
It is at this time that you will see through the prism
The Prism of One
Serving none but the balance of the sum
Judging none but healing some
Making mundane creation fun
A keyboardist or guitarist who would masterfully strum
Sounding the bells of the temples that have souls come
come to place where music is not ever undone
The selves of one self soon multiply
The spine keeps one supine
we crawl, walk, run and soon learn to fly
defying the laws of aviation leaving scientists unable to concoct a reason why
A life a life of lives, gravitating to higher levels of Consciousness
A student grading earning graduation
Evolution of the mind where thought and heart are intertwined
The prism in itself of itself revealing its face to its selves
The dawning of wisdom and liberty
where all answers will be revealed
and all dark forces healed
where death will be a stepping stone as we teleport
when we soon learn of home
Where we will be learned of how we ruined it all
When the all or many becomes the One,
and the prism sleeps
until creation of a different order is softly sung.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
I’m a different girl
I’m one of a kind
The only one in the world
A girl that’s hard to find
An optimistic young woman who laughs and smiles
The exterior look of this girl can hide
The pain that goes for thousands of miles
Always saying “ I’m fine “ as her insides collide
A girl who’s lost in the world of reality
As she dreamt the world away
Finds a way to teleport and be in her fantasy
When she woke up the pain lost its way
I’m the girl who’s good at nothing
The awkward-looking little toddler
Not wanting to be involved in a thing
I’m the quiet one in the classroom corner
My emotions depend on the situation
But right now I’m surely delightful
Because you showed me appreciation
You read the poem that I find very truthful
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
Andy
Let me just tell you
That I...
I love you.
You're my best friend
I'd never want more
Then that.
You made me smile
For weeks we would talk and laugh and I would nearly get in trouble in math class just to see what you had to say.
You're honestly one of the best friends I could hope for, you showed me purpose when I believed there wasn't any
You don't know how my face and heart would light up when you replied to me
And though we haven't talked in a while I miss you
I'd get a plane ticket out to you and help you accomplish your dreams if I could
Remember when you said we could go live in Seattle and hire an actress to go to gym for me?
Remember?
And we could go to Kansas and you could teleport to get me?
Andy, please...
I know you have no control over it
Three weeks to live...
You deserve three eternities
I'd give them to you if I could
But I can't
No one can
Though I know we all would.
So live your life to the fullest
Use those three weeks to the max,
And never, never give up dear Andy
Fight for us
Fight for me
But don't give in
You
Don't
Have
To
Die,
But
Even
If
You
Do
You
Will
Live
On.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC
I think I've decided I'm crazy
Like really lost my mind
But you're just as crazy
So I've come to find.
"Let's talk about how beautiful you are," you said
And snuggled into my shoulder
"Let's talk about spaceships," I said
Maybe I was growing bolder.
Then you replied, wittily,
"You'd look beautiful in a spaceship."
And that was when I realized
I was biting my lip.
Because you see, the mingling
Of the Strings, all around you and me
Have intertwined our crazy minds
And thus set us free.
I might look pretty in a spaceship
But that is not the point
The point is, the ground we fell upon
Has a common joint.
And maybe that doesn't make sense
But to me, I see the factors matching
Connecting all our String Theory Strings,
Each others breath we are catching.
And maybe that's what love is
When our wriggly Strings combine
Or maybe that's how you teleport
And even read my mind.
Either way, I think we're crazy
And match up fairly true
Pretty in a spaceship, or not
I am definitely in love with you.
Apr 29, 2011
Apr 29, 2011 at 2:32 PM UTC
*I can be a star that shines through your night and day
a painting that sticks on the feathery canvas
the radar to your ship, the enduring campus
the words that are so difficult to say
I can be the one leaf in windy seasons that never falls
but sticks with you till the very moment eternity calls
the beautiful melody that never ceases to sing
the serene filled drone which may never sting
I can be the careful and graceful bird that never perches
the unnoticed but concerned eye that always watches
the willing helping hand in your times of need
the much desired friend in need,a friend in deed
I can be every joyful and melancholic poem you've ever read
a roseate flower whose frail petals never fade
the green thick dense canopy to always bring you shade
the one who makes your twisted world a better place
I can be wide spectral smiles to colour your love locked face
A friend against foes, a kiss on your cheek,
Or a secret in your palm to hold you whenever you're weak
I can be more than just a phone call and text
a mechanic who gets the wreck of your broken Heart fixed
Or lifeless images of glowing eyes and tearful emotions,
and the eternal rivers of hope flowing within to Oceans
I can invent the technology to teleport you here
be the keeper who whispers sweet somethings in your ear
the destiny you've always wanted to have
I can make that dream lad you've always wanted to love
if only you give me a chance,and to the rhythm of life rise to dance
walk barefooted through thorns, I can take the bull by his horns
I can be the Madonna whose bloom conquers all seasons
and outlives eternity if only you understand my reasons*
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
Writing poems and songs of the heart
we were confident that love would find a way
but what place to accommodate?
At which place would she stay?
So many words you can say
but words are just words can you feed her stomach?
as a poet you'd fill her soul
but would you be a man to build a home?
She said: talk is cheap, your wallet is airtime,
so many words you speak, but can you put your money where your mouth is or are you weak?
We were poets, crafting words and building worlds
however to the material world it was daydreaming
We had no titles as lovers, neither bf's nor husband's
we created a system of our own
which to the world would be ridiculous
a love note has a posting fee and sending is perilous
We were poets with hat-tricks but scorned as bald men who bewitch.
So much innocence in the beginning and now the deafening chaos with happenings
a poet may swallow his sorrow
but can he eat his words? In a world where money is a god
how soon before he bows...
with no living you're at the bottom of the tower
and conspiracies enlighten you with truths that are sour
wrestled by frustration you'd wish you could teleport to super universes
where being watched by satellites isn't the union's verse
But in the world, the coarse and bitter Earth
how can a poet enliven his words?
Perhaps preach to religion, anoint light sorcery, appoint fair government and breed an awake society.
Reincarnating to further conceal the truth
being a front-runner of the age old galactic duels...
tortured when in honesty you dwell
try to be good and you will swell
Wise and cautious they tell you to go to hell
We were poets, me, myself and I I I I
the crew of I knows it all too well
multiple selves telling stories from different times
the self beyond and the corpse before
before time was time and after time has ended
the scribes golden will live on
I was a poet and I was told I live a lie
We were poets, and we were I.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
So it's 3 weeks 'till Christmas,
when everyone is supposed to be cheerful.
Yet working at a retail store,
reminds me that nobody is thankful.
I cannot create products for you
that we've never carried.
I can't teleport products from other stores
in just 24 hours.
Sometimes products DON'T WORK
and I can't fix them for you.
And sometimes things just don't go
exactly how you want them to.
I work 6 days a week and 8 hour shifts
to clean a store you get to destroy.
So do not come at me complaining of stress.
I understand it's the season
to worry about money and family
but I have the same troubles.
Do not take your problems out on me,
or my fellow employees.
We're only ******* human.
I get paid $7.75,
which is not nearly enough to deal with your abuse.
So learn to be more kind,
because I'm pretty close to snapping
on your ancient, decrepit face.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
jasper, come home.
not only because i love your smile
not only because you smell like rain and cedar trees
not only because the way you hold me feels like himininn
not only because when you sing songs softly to me my ears rejoice
not only because i haven't hugged your body in nine whole days
not only because the things you say make me feel secure
not only because i enjoy your company in the woods
not only because swimming is less scary with you
not only because you make me feel like gold
but because when i need someone to talk to,
my first choice is you.
you are not judgemental.
you are confidential.
you are caring, respectful, and loyal.
and sometimes i need to cry,
and sometimes i need to laugh,
and though i'm happy for you that you've gone so far this summer,
sometimes i want you to be here.
teleport to the chair next to my bed,
or as i'm painting with the easel you made me,
appear behind me and say something into my ear.
anything. anything.
just please, be near.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC