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When You Didn’t Plan Your Day But You Still Have 2.5 Minutes To Write

Sometimes you drive

To somewhere about

The middle of nowhere

And you go without

Cellular service

Or the internet.

I’m on my way there

So this poem’s all you get.

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Type A Vs. Type Hey!

Some people spend their lives

Trying hard to do things right,

Making perfectly circular pizzas

And working through the night.

Other people live their lives

By doing what is fun

Though the pizza ends up looking

Like art the family dog has done.

Perfectionists unite, I say

And make the rocket ships

While the do-it-my-way folks

Make new flavors for the chips.

The harmony is perfect

Though perfectionists will glare

Because the have-some-funners

Smile back without a care.

But if the pizza’s spherical

Instead of round and flat

Take a bite: It tastes all right

And you’re the first to make it that!

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One Day

How often do people say

“There aren’t enough hours in a day”?

But imagine a moment there were:

Picture a day with unlimited hours

For the sweetest of meals and the hottest of showers,

A day without limits of what you can learn,

How hard you can play, how much you can earn,

A day you can retry as much as you like;

You can say something stupid or fall off your bike

Without any fear, any anger or sorrow

Because all who saw you are now in tomorrow

While you’re still enjoying a day with no end

Side by side with a lover, a parent, a friend.

Now what if this day that went on and on

Had many an evening and many a dawn

And seasons and fashions pass by as you walk

At a slow, steady pace with no thought of a clock,

And you had sunny weather and hail and snow

And famine and fortune and high things and low?

That day went so long you were gray in the hair

And your skin started sagging and you’re just halfway there

To the end of a day with no finish in sight,

Growing old, doing good, all the while feeling right.

You remember a detail you knew all along

About what will come when the long day is gone:

When you see the last touchdown and rise of the sun

You’ll not shed a tear that you only got one;

You’ll feel no envy for those who keep going

Because this whole day, your whole life, you’ve lived knowing

You have all the time you will need, so you say

“Thank you for a life lasting only one day.”

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Guess Who’s Done With Nerd School?

IDK about IP,

If DSL allows VoiP,

Or if I’ll get PTSD

From studying about IT.

IDC I got a B…

I still got a BS Degree

Now I can sit and watch TV

And feel no burning when I pee.

IDGAF about

Telnet, USB, or a SaaS cloud.

All that is behind me now,

Like CD Rom and WoW.

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Playground

Some people bought the story

Of pursuing fame and glory,

Of health and wealth and growing,

Running forward, never slowing.

I see those people every day,

Each burned out in their own way,

Faces lined by years and hassle;

I laugh inside my cardboard castle.

They are knights in shining armor,

Not satisfied to be a farmer,

Dying for causes another chose;

My armor is purple pillows.

They fight over feelings they never said,

Fighting a thought they’ve trapped in their head

For fear if people knew what they thought

They’d be revealed as someone not doing so hot.

I know I’m a no-one, and no I don’t care

As I play in my sandbox in fresh autumn air.

Maybe you mock me, but maybe you doubt;

After all, what if fun is what life’s all about?

What if the crusaders, celebrities, kings

Understand medals are just metal things?

What if they know, but their leisure depends

On you staying tired and having no friends?

Do you want to know if enough is enough,

If the pain doesn’t pay for the meaningful stuff?

Care to discover if your dreams can come true?

My castle has enough space to fit two…

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Meta: Because “Livestock.com” Was Already Taken

The zebras neighed appreciatively

As the keeper gave them feed,

Thinking that the keeper

Sought to fill their every need.

The keeper spread the hay around

Like he did every day

So the owners of the zoo would keep

On giving him his pay.

The owners of the zoo filled out

The keeper’s monthly check

Knowing that without him

The zoo would be a wreck.

The zebra’s didn’t know

They were a product to be used,

Nor the keeper that his purpose

Was to keep visitors amused,

But the owners knew implicitly

That if the keepers and the beasts

Learned they were important

The owners would have to stop their feasts.

So too when surfing internets

And spying on your friends

You’re given an experience

Where pleasure never ends

Not knowing that the feeding

Is to keep the product still,

To exercise no power,

And to do the keeper’s will.

That’s not to say you shouldn’t eat

But just to look and see

The reason billionaires can give

You all this stuff for free.

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Trick or Treat, Seattle!

Normally on Halloween

I prefer to not be seen

Given that my costume for

The day is whatever’s atop my drawer.

Today, however, I wore the clothes

Of something scarier than all of those

Who think vampires or ghosts and such

Are terrifying. Not so much!

Yes indeed, they could not hide

The fact that they were terrified.

I was a terror they’d never seen:

A religious exemption to the covid vaccine.

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Castaway 2021

Dan McGill from Denver

Got on a plane. In the sky he

Heard the engine failing

Before they landed in Hawaii.

Alas, they never landed,

Unless you count a watery tomb,

And only Dan survived the plunge

And swam away from doom.

He found himself an island

With a single tree for shade

And he dug into the sandy beach

Until a cave was made.

He lived inside the cavern

Eating fish and coconuts,

Making no excuses,

Eschewing all ifs, ands, and buts.

He was stranded many months,

Perhaps a year or more,

Until one night a ship passed by

The little sandy shore.

The castaway called “Ho there,”

And the captain turned to lee

And knowing he was rescued

Dan Mcgill exclaimed “Yippee!”

Then the crewmen came ashore,

Handed him a water bottle,

And said “You can’t say ‘Ho there.’

“The term is ‘Yonder social media model.’”

Then they asked “Where is your mask

“And proof of vaccination?”

And Dan replied “Oh, sorry guys,

“I’m really on vacation!”

So sailed away Dan’s only hope

Of rescue from the isle,

And for miles the sky was lit

Up bright by Danny’s smile.

“God,” he said, with praying hands,

“You saved me from the plane,

“And now your mercy saved me

“From an even greater pain!”

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Holding On And Letting Go

It’s not because she loved him

That she held the stranger’s hand

As she stepped aboard the Gallant

Which would take her from the land

Where the nightly cold and hunger

And the daily war and tears

Were all she’d ever known about

For all her 16 years.

It’s not because of longing

That she watched the coastline fade

As the sounds of need grew silent

Beneath the ocean’s serenade,

And it wasn’t to remember

That she fumbled through the sack

That contained some dirty souvenirs

The few she’d time to pack.

She held and she remembered

And she watched and she was sad

To lose her lonely, painful home:

All that she ever had.

It wasn’t for nostalgia

That she spent her many nights

Remembering the land of famine

Where she had no rights

Even though she had a new home

In a land of peace and rain.

It was simply that she knew

She’d never see that home again.

She held on and remembered

Before she slept, and she was glad

To now be somewhere better

Than the only home she’d had.

The refugee became a nurse

By the time she was all grown

In the only land of promise

That she had ever known.

She helped the people coming

From the homes they left behind

Who, like her, were forever

With their homelands intertwined.

Still she held on and remembered

To now distant fear and strife

And she turned her eyes to helping

Others make a better life.

She never knew the gentleman

Who held her hand that year

With the eyes that stared uncertainly

At his passing drawing near,

But she whispered to him gently

Through the hours of the night:

When you leave a home of pain behind

You’ll go somewhere alright.

He held on and remembered

And saw and understood

And closed his eyes and sailed off

To somewhere that was good.

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The New Normal

Conforming is courage.

Sameness is unique.

Silence is violence

So we all must speak,

But if you speak other

Than what we agree

The only conclusion

Is patriarchy!

Everyone’s special

Except for the whites

And all men, plus women

Who want to have rights.

Such people are dangers

To our peaceful views

Unless they are silenced

By endless bad news.

“The truth” is old-fashioned.

“Your truth” will prevail.

If there are no winners

Then no one can fail!

So dye your hair purple

And get your tattoos

And be one of us rebels

Who share the same views.

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