The Poetry Marathon

Wired

From my electric toothbrush to hair straightener.

My cell phone my laptop.

The tick tock battery driven clock

Social network, facebook , instagram snapchat.

One click and the world knows all.

3..2..1 mission to mars.

Boom a nuclear blast.

 

Still Learning

It’s cool and exciting but none the less,

Sometimes I find it confusing I must confess.

Years ago I had started a new job, and had to use a computer. Oh my,

I’ll tell on myself, (still giggling about it inside),

As on the job training began, the instructor told us to move the curser,

Ha ha I felt like a louse, as I turned to the person beside me and asked,

“What is a Mouse?”

I. Sailing on the Winds of Change

My mother didn’t have apron strings
for me to hold onto,
She had a noose firmly fitted
around my neck.
I spent my life waiting
for the chair beneath me
to suddenly disappear.

I played my role perfectly.
I let her take all my money,
I agreed with her low opinion
of my character and
I emptied her commode when
she took center stage in the drama
of sickness and her steadfast
denial of her own impending death.

I’m not sure how I survived,
but somehow, I took off the noose
and built a new life –
moving thousands of miles away
from where she is buried.
I always thought I would go “home”
someday and join her and
the others in the family plot,
But an unexpected event took place:

I married a man who loves me,
and to my surprise,
his mother and father also love me.
I am amazed, humbled, and grateful
to have a real home.
So much so, when my own drama
comes to an end,
my ashes will be dropped into
the ground next to them.

With that, I will have succeeded
in disappointing my mother for the last time.

No Longer Forsaken

Come, dust my eyes. Sleep I cannot find.

Swallow the bitter, powdery lumps of violent truth, as night descends.

Fickle favor forsaking me.

Rail against ironies, injustice, isolation, self-pity.

Plead my case on golden streets in vain.

          “Hear I am! Hear me! See me!”

 

Power, a precarious and fickle wheel of spinning blades,

shanks thrust into every well spring I breathe.

Wielding power, you are deaf and blind, until your wheels spin against you.

But then you will know the same helplessness

every slave beneath you has always known.

 

Walk, dig, crawl forward into the silver, unearthly orbital light.

Bruised, broken, reaching, striving,

my fingers grasping nothing but the merciless void.

Sweat, bleed, scream in endless, tireless work, that only sends me backwards.

Progress an unlikely dream.

 

Iron, metallic tears wrenched from within, spilling passed burnt

and blistered lips, draining youth and hope.

I pale in earthly light, but shine in the darkness that hunts me.

Yet no movement forward, no understanding of why.

Loathing stagnation, I curse the ancestral curse upon me.

Fight with hands and feet, with ancient living words, a battle I cannot win.

I see the cloak, feel its weight, smell its sulfuric finality.

 

Celestial hands, listen to my reason:

Strip me from my molten suit.

Shred, tear away every human frailty,

let me step away from the peeling edges of what can never be.

Guardian… Protector… Champion… Why have you failed?

Let me curl into you, an amniotic cocoon, in the darkness of night.

Hide the garish sun and let there be no light.

Let me fade into you, where I am no longer forsaken.

 

3rd of 12

Do not disturb

Nobody wants their schedule disturbed

I have done my bit

You do yours

So you have taken up extra

Your problem dear

My sleep

My tasks

My next day

Awaits me

You

Gnt.

setbacks

I’ve just broken out in hives

cat brought pollen from the grass

ain’t it great to be alive

when allergies can kick your a*#

PC: My Nightmare

It’s a glitch . . .
What a bitch!
I cannot believe this…
Another deadline, I miss!
My PC is a real dick…
It makes me sick!
I try the iPhone, in case;
Eyeing thru the cracked face.
They say it’s the best…
Yet, they break after a test…
Simple tests, space is full…
Oh, please, this is total bull!
I can barely write anymore…
Because it’s now a real chore!
Dependent on the computer…
Who has time for a suitor?
Yeah, I can answer my love…
Never met, when push comes to shove.
He is Nigeria, he tells me…
An Engineer, a millionaire, you see.
He needs my money…
If it weren’t sad, it would be funny.
Middle-aged, overweight much mean rich…
Yeah, truth is, I’m a bitch!
If I had the money…
It’s for me, sorry honey.
You want me for your wife?
Then support me for life!
Computers lead to scams…
But some of us are onto their sham;
I gotta sign out and unplug…
Clear the wires from the rug!

Karma

Lena saw the old man come out of the 24-hour convenience store, and then she jumped him. She quickly wrestled him into the nearest alleyway, robbed him of all his money, and ran off without a backward glance. First she stopped by the 24-hour grocery store up the street from her house. Then she went home and fed her two little brothers, Reese and Eddy. She fed them the food she’d picked up, read them a short bedtime story, and then shut the bedroom door on her mother, who was passed out with a syringe in her arm. Finally, she started doing her math homework until she passed out too. Curiously, she was in such a hurry to leave the old man that she didn’t realize that the only picture she carried in her back pocket had fell through one of the holes in her baggy sweats. It reminded her of happier times, before her mom had relapsed again and their life had gone to shit. A pocket-sized photo of her from the 8th grade read on the back, “Congrats on Graduating! Love Mommy.” It was dated 5/2009. The old man picked up the photo, but couldn’t see in the dimly lit alleyway. After he got settled into his lonely townhouse and took some Tylenol for the pain, he picked up the photo again. This time, he gasped in shock. The young girl resembled something of a carbon copy of his daughter, Lisa, at about the age of 12.

An unnatural Haiku about Tech Babble- Prompt #5

Your technobable

Leaves me unnaturally

Disconnected.

 

Ingrid Exner, 2016.

#5) Goldfish Brain

Although the high speed rabbit hole deep digging net

fascinates, infuriates, eliminates, reiterates, and obliterates my knowing,

the hyper link

has actually altered

my attention span.

Matrix wizard curtains,

community of like minded spirits,

notwithstanding,

my heart is torn.

I know where my grandmother’s typewriter sits.

The new ink reels are online.

Metaphorically speaking,

it’s a net loving Luddites conundrum.