jakecaller Posted May 5, 2021 Share Posted May 5, 2021 Best Ten Poems from April Poetry Madness I wrote 269 poems this month, and 865 for the year to date. A record for me. Only appropriate to include the first and last poems – both about my love-hate affair with my computer These are available on my blog at Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on Spotify as a podcast under the name the world according to cosmos. Enjoy Index Every Day I Turn on My Computer Warming Up Writing Digest Dear Microsoft Evening Delights Window of Love Good-Bye Howling at the Pink Super Moon in honor of the Pink Super Moon Unanswered Questions Bad Teeth Poem American Dreams -Published in Your One Phone Call Ode to Berkeley, Writer’s Digest Write a City Poem Prompt Every Day I Turn on My Computer Warming Up Writing Digest For today’s prompt, write a warm-up poem. The warm-up could be related to sports, like warming up before a baseball game or track race. Or it could be about a computer warming up, the weather warming up, or even a relationship warming up. I hope everyone is warmed up for some major poeming in April, Every Day I Turn on My Computer Warming Up Writing Digest Every day I turn On my computer And pray That everything will work right Usually, I encounter numerous errors Non-response errors Spinning blue balls Computer thinking How can I mess With my master head errors Refusing To open documents Mysterious haiku-like error messages That makes sense only to computer geeks From the planet Mars Saying the file is open And blocked for use By the administrator But I am the Damn administrator! And I did not block the document Or can’t open the document Due to a dialogue box Close the dialogue box To proceed But there is no doubt It is all a plot Designed to drive me Quite mad So sad So bad Want to shoot my computer Put it out of its mystery Joining the other five dead Computers in my house Am I a computer serial killer? Perhaps that is why Do they refuse to work for me? Are they afraid of me? Sometimes they say They can’t find the document Which just kicked me out of Five minutes ago Or the computer says It can’t save a document With the name of an open document But just saved the open document Under the same name Five minutes ago Usually After half an hour These errors recede But I often have to reboot The computer Giving it the old kick up the head Of a stubborn mule treatment Before it gets to the point And gets to work To give Microsoft some credit These errors are less frequent Down to 40% of the time When I first open a document Down from 90% error rates Success in a way I complained to Microsoft Sent them a nice frown message But I would be shocked If they ever respond Just not something That they would do Part of their “superior” Listen to their customer Friendly service No doubt Dear Microsoft Took me ten tries to open this document And send it to you Yesterday you achieved An almost impossible feat In 30 minutes During 8 attempts To unsuccessfully open word I encountered errors each time I attempted to open word I was opening the documents Using viewfinder Each time viewfinder attempted To open the document Only to kick me out I had to try an average of ten times Before it would open a stable view The worst was when It took me 28 tries Then when I opened word I encountered non-response errors Usually, five to ten Waiting for an average of one to two minutes Before word would respond Before I could type a word or two And when I did manage That simple task The screen froze Finally, after spending 30 minutes And writing five words I rebooted my computer And finally got A stable connection Congratulations Microsoft For achieving a 100 percent Error rate Way to go! Note: sent to Microsoft. I will be shocked if they respond! I Will update this if they do so, Evening Delights My favorite time of day Is early evening Cocktail hour When I sit down To dinner With my lovely wife The love of my life Either at home Or at a restaurant After our evening walk As we eat dinner We salute the end Of the day With a glass of wine Or a cocktail Or Soju As the day fades Into an evening Filled with Love Window of Love Every morning I step outside Do my morning thing While my wife The love of my life Sleeps peacefully I look through the window From the balcony herb garden And watch her sleeping My heart filling with love As she sleeps away The early morning When she wakes up She fills me With the sunshine Of her love Driving my blues Away With the dawning sun Good-Bye To all those who have passed on to another, hopefully better world I say goodbye So many people Have died this year From COVID From Gun violence From the aging Of the baby boomer generation Many musicians Actors and writers Have played their last songs And we will remember them all Walter Mondale VP, Ambassador, Good guy Prince Philip ultimate husband DMX great rapper George Segal great actor Vernon Jordan ultimate power player Norman Jester the phantom tollbooth is closed Lawrence Ferlinghetti one of my favorite writers Chick Corea one of my favorite musicians Mary Wilson just supreme George Schultz my big boss Christopher Plummer the Actor Larry King final interview Hank Arron greatest baseball player ever And so many others I Will soon joins them As the coronavirus marches on and guns continue to kill thousands I am 65 years old And as I get older I have had to say goodbye To so many people I am losing count But I will miss them all They live on in my memories My father died in 1985 My mother in 2005 My sister in 2007 My friends have also passed on My HS debate friend Demel T died from AIDS I lost my college roommate Jon W David C my Peace course language student I lost my visa line colleague Paul S I lost my second and third boss In the foreign service Julian in a terrorist bombing Ted H who I worked with twice Dead of a heart attack Chris my boss in Bangkok Also dead from a heart attack Judy my artistic friend From Bombay days And so many others Have gone on I only hope wherever they are That they are thinking of me As I think fondly of them In honor of the Pink Super Moon Howling at the Pink Super Moon On a moonlit late night The Pink Supermoon Casting a baleful light On the world below While inside Sam Adams sat drinking In a depraved bar In a den of iniquity In an evil part of the city On the left side Of society Drinking up a storm With his buddies Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan And Old Granddad looked on Encouraging him to drink One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer He was just an unhinged lunatic Dreaming of howling at the full moon Watching the world walk by Looking at all the fine-looking babes Walking by the street Thinking wild, erotic thoughts Of endless wild libertine passions He looked up At the naked dancing ladies Dancing up a storm With an attitude A Z tude That could kill When into the bar Walked the most beautiful women In the Universe So wild, so free So wonderfully alive He did not know what to do As this vision of delight Sauntered through the bar In skin-tight leather pants Looked so fine That his eyeballs hurt Finally, he had to say something he gathered up my manly courage He walked up to her She looked at him Instantly bewitched his soul With a devilish grin He lost all reason And became a raving lunatic Unhinged lunatic Under the lunatic light of the full moon Of the blood-red lights of the moon Full of wild passions The lustful beast stirs again And starts running and running Howling at the moon Riding into the new dawn On a demented Harley Davis cycle With two naked babes on his back Riding into the sun 90 miles per second At the speed of thought He disappears into the lunatic light Of the full moon Sam Adams woke up alone, In his bed The naked babes Having disappeared From his demented dreams Saying, “Man, that was quite a night I better not go there again” The wild beast Laughs He has heard that before And joins him In howling at the Pink moon In the fading light Of the lost last night Of the newly damned Unanswered Questions I have so many questions to ask First how and why I dreamt Of meeting my wife. How did she haunt my dreams? How did she come to life? What was our past life like? Why Do I fall in love with her every day? What does love at first sight mean? Why did that occur to me three times? What does hate at first sight mean? Also, three times in my life, what does that mean? What is this thing called love anyway? Will we meet aliens in my lifetime? Will I live to see humans on Mars? Will I live long enough? to walk on the moon. When will we develop new body parts? When can I get new teeth? Finally, when I die will there be a heaven or hell? What will my judgment be? Finally, will people remember me after I die? Bad Teeth Poem I was born with bad teeth Bad eyes Bad vision Bad ears Bad coordination And almost died As a young baby A preemie Just born too soon But I had bad teeth From birth Got braces Until I graduated I hated my teeth Hated the dentist But they loved me Loved my green I gave them To fix these evil bad teeth Over the years I have spent a lot Of money Fixing these bad teeth Of mine So many root canals Lost six teeth Wear dentures Still hate my teeth Still hate The whole dental torture drill Hearing in my mind The Frank Zappa song The torture never stops And seeing the sadistic dentist From Little House of Horrors Jack Nicolson In his demented best Screaming Pain is Good Then I get the bill And the Zappa song Plays on The torture never ends American Dreams Published in Your One Phone Call You see them Every morning Lined outside Any US Embassy Around the world The visa seekers The American Dream seekers The poor, the dispossessed The disenfranchised The marginalized The forgotten The left behinds Of the not so great society The rich, the mightily The powerful The beautiful All looking for a slice Of the American Dream Some to sample its delicious flavors Others to try to live Among its deceptive lures America beckons As it has for years and years Land of the free Home of the brave Lady Liberty The land was a dream And a little luck Can make you too The richest man alive So, they line up Outside my office door Just to talk To the American Visa God Spin a tale Tell a story Play a game Pretend to be What the American Visa God needs And then you get Your piece of the American Pie And off you go Only to end up In a thousand neglected Backwaters of the American nightmare Flotsam Floating from one marginal Illegal job to another Prey to the predators Ever behind The rent demands For you see America is a rich habit It is expensive to maintain The first taste is free The rest will cost yah You live, your soul And 70 hours per week At sub-minimum wages Soon you will be speaking English With the poor, the disenfranchised The flotsam The neglected The left behinds The rich will ignore you Not know your name The poor will fear You will take their jobs away And your friends back home I Will wait to hear About you became a big shot In the American land They don't want to hear No tales of working at McDonald's Working 70 hours a week At five jobs per day No, No, No That's not America They see on TV They want it now They want their MTV Where're the babes? Where are the parties? Where's the sex with naked ladies Come on man, You're holding out Tell us the tales Of Wild America And so, they line up Every day Line up outside My office windows And we have the power To set them free Some to enable them To dream the American dream Some to send to the American nightmare Others to go back home To wherever they come back They will be back They will be back Nothing will deter them Not even the lack Of a piece of paper From the American Visa God Ode to Berkeley I grew up in Berkeley In the late 60s and ’70s A wild magical time In a magical city By the bay Berkeley was the center Of my universe For many years Until I left it In my early 20s To wander about the world Yet Berkeley never left me I am still in Berkeley It lives on in my heart And soul And someday I will return home To reside Before I finally leave Berkeley for good As I die in my homeland The End Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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