I stand with you, Tu Fu,
With your ten thousand sorrows.

To say I feel any different than you
With the spring about to mesmerize
And the sound of birds and flutes...

No, at last our spring is looming!
Soon we will leave this room;
I will take my walking stick.

My face is warmed
By the breeze
Swollen in pollen
And happily
I sneeze

And think of you, Tu Fu.

As thorns
Might peck ****s
And kick ***es

Bullets
End the lives
With no mercy

Her words
(Soft fabrics)
Kill with cold blood

Sweetness you are missed

Sunku
has taken over the
Neo's full page

Sweetness
of real poetry
has been deranged

None read
generic poems
Why compose them

Amen

I press a finger against my glass
and you press one up against yours
My cell won't let me out of class
to greet you at my one front door.

Binary and bots, you see,
tend us both so carefully.
Confined under the same wide sky,
never seeing with our eyes.

I dream of fires beside the beach
your eyes, your soul, your gilded speech
But glass and prints of hand remain
All my dreams are in a frame.

As I sit on Magpie Hill,
amongst a kaleidoscope thrill,
caramel hillsides and hidden glens,
watching my dog run with canine friends,
chasing The Magpies, chasing some cranes,
to me it seemed rather mundane.
Sitting there enjoying the breeze,
enjoying life and changing leaves.

The cell phone that refers not
To a captive phone in a cell rather
A must have for the mobile lot
Constant companion for their blather.

What really puts many in a fright
That the towers of babble shut down
Taking away the essential birthright
Leaving the victims in a meltdown.

So, conversing when running
Communicating while driving
Speaking and showering
Calling during a meeting.

Addicted to calling culture
Endless appetite for the app
A creature of every feature
You are wired all over the map.

One who served when others fled
and paid the price in sleepless nights
recalling comrades he's seen dead
and war's other horrid sights.

A guy who came from Yankee land
down here to where folks still recall
how lives were spilled like crimson sand
answering that rebel call.

I found him here one bygone day
writing verse with his own flair.
Deciding he'd come here to stay.
A displaced kind of northern bear.

Day in, day out
You make me
Want to shout
With your never ending
Tap tap tap

I tell you when to wake
I tell you when to sleep
Counting every step
And every bite you eat
Beep beep beep

You drop me in the toilet
Toss me on the ground
I fix your grammar
And you change it back
Kind of rude, Jack

Your life is in my memory
One glitch and it’s all gone
Without me, you’re hopeless
Without me, you're done

Feels like
holding world
in my pocket

From my
Loo I roam
around the globe

Turning
me deaf to
knocks on the door