Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets: Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer. Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE […]
Tag: Poetry
Teddy and Val Act 3
A Valentine’s Day Love Tragedy (in 3 acts) The knock at the door comes hard and firm. “I’m coming, hold on!” Mr Cocoa shouts as he walks toward the door. Still, the knocking is persistent, and growing more furious. “Hold your horses! I’m coming!” The door is flung open, and his mood isn’t helped when… Continue reading Teddy and Val Act 3
Forgetting Where You Came From
Time marches forward, like troops in lock step. A vanguard of locked shields, and weapon at the ready. Forcing approval of policy, though many in the nation disagree with those sanctions. Awkward and unpolished egos need buffing, and ratings of approval take first place over substance. Potential lies dormant from the beginning. The solution is… Continue reading Forgetting Where You Came From
Crazy Pilgrim Friends #ThanksgivingCarol
Or: My Lame Thanksgiving Carol. Pilgrims feast, and then grow fat. So sad, but way too quirky; They need full bellies of deer and turkey. Or pants could fall down, with buckles on shoes and hats. A harsh winter carved numbers down; But harvest gave plenty for all. So we now celebrate with football. Pass,… Continue reading Crazy Pilgrim Friends #ThanksgivingCarol
Angry and Short
I want to keep this ramble short; Avoiding arguments, but still rant and snort. In freehand writing, I may go long; To stick to rhyme and verse, emotions stay strong. Intense, energetic, staccato words soon deflate; Poured out on the page, time for rant to truncate. PS: Not really upset, just having fun with wordplay.… Continue reading Angry and Short
Only a Branch
Closing Thought. ONLY A BRANCH “I am the vine, ye are the branches.” –John 15:5 “Tis only a little Branch, A thing so fragile and weak, But that little Branch hath a message true To give, could it only speak. “I’m only a little Branch, I live by a life not mine, For the sap… Continue reading Only a Branch