Distracted by social media
With floating fingers all a flitter
I typed my way to twitter
Then I moseyed on to look
In another cyber nook,
Allowing me to spend
Time with a Facebook friend.
But before Youtube had called me
I wrote this poem, which stalled me.
Lemontrade
Freshly squeezed lemonade
Is something that I’ve never made
But if I was depending
On lemonade for spending
I’d concentrate and learn the lemon trade.
Messy Passenger Seat
Sure I can give you a ride
Just give me a moment to slide
Everything from the front seat to the back
And after I move this crumpled up stack
Of grocery fliers and cold French fries
I’ll give you a moment to realize
That you might be better off
Not sitting in my garbage trough.
My video editing computer’s not working right now. Trying to fix it, but no success yet.
Delay of Game
I can no longer play
Making videos all day
A ball has been dropped
My computer has stopped
I’m stuck in this delay.
The Wooden Ninja’s Attack
There’s nothing as unnerving
As a splinter that is swerving,
Like a ninja about to begin
Invisibly under my skin.
Though I’m swearing like a sailor
My tweezers must prevail or
Let this wooden ninja beat me,
But I can’t let him defeat me.
If I can’t get him out, then I’ll break him in two
This poor little ninja won’t know what to do,
He’ll become part of me with his ninja ways
And I’ll be more ninja the rest of my days.
Claiming My Shoes
Although I haven’t spoken in
My own shoes that aren’t broken in
My voice is hoarse from sideline views
Of simply watching running shoes.
I think of walking in your shoes.
The balls of my feet would give out
And blisters would make me lose
My desire to learn about
How well your shoes would fit.
Rather than walk for a mile.,
I’d like my feet to sit
In my own shoes for a while,
Figuring out my style.
It’s time for me to make a choice
And go barefoot no longer.
It’s time for me to claim my voice
Walk, talk and make it stronger.
Dinner Guest
There’s nothing like a dinner guest
That lets the conversation rest
While letting our own ears digest
A comment like, “it’s not the best”.
A Series of Stills
Caught in shaded glowing glares
My tunnel vision soon ensnares
My ears hear muted waves as blares
Of flickering light, retinal wears.
I’ve tried to look away and do
Those things that you know, I’ve tried to,
But I’m caught inside and can’t undo
This stare to there where you look too.
Now socially we gaze and see
This glowing box so frequently
Our stares collide so mystically,
You know it’s love of our TV.
Big Ideas vs. Little Ideas
Big ideas are little ideas that had the chance to grow
Into something more substantial that everyone would know
As nothing like the little ideas that somehow come to be
In front of minds that kill ideas instead of set them free.
Sheep Surgery
I saw a sheep that needed sewing.
So he’d withstand the hugging, beating, throwing
And other things that one speaks of
When referencing a child’s love.
I decided I could sew well enough
So I found my Father’s sewing stuff
And grabbed a needle and some thread,
Came up stairs and brought back the dead.
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