User Poetry

[kennyc]

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A Martian Odyssey


There are no clouds in the Martian sky
Curiosity cries at night
when no one hears her silent tears
when no one feels her pain

The sunsets are as thin as the air
no sounds are heard from afar
she cries for Sojourner the oldest here
whose time was cut so short

She wishes to visit him and the others
her brothers and sisters on Mars
but the signal directs, the command is clear
she turns towards Mount Sharp


Kenny A. Chaffin – 8/10/13

[Namekuseijin]

sentient and emotional robots.

the Japanese could send Kirobo there for company

[kennyc]

(not trying to swamp, just being poetic the last few days....dang muse! I never know)



Old Men Walking


The old-time buddies
walk each day
sharing time and a bit of talk

I’m slightly younger
and walk alone
we exchange greetings of the day

As I come up behind
I edge over to pass
when a bare-chested jogger appears

His perfect pecs
and six-pack abs
on view for all to see

The oldster in the Navy cap
says something to the rest,
which draws guffaws and grins

As I pass I tell them, that I could do that too
except of course it would result
in massive man-boob lust


Kenny A. Chaffin – 8/11/13

[Namekuseijin]

muses can be a bitch. nice and I proclaim this already my favorite thread



language and tongue
boy employs on a sunda(e/y):
works an ice-culpture



there you go

[Namekuseijin]

what a shame! It's actually "sundae", though the double meaning is intended...

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by Namekuseijin

what a shame! It's actually "sundae", though the double meaning is intended...

You can edit...

[Namekuseijin]

and yet another, barely haiku at all:



I score yet I lose:
another ball of paper
into the wastebin



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[kennyc]

I like it!

[WT Sharpe]

Originally Posted by Namekuseijin

and yet another, barely haiku at all:



I score yet I lose:
another ball of paper
into the wastebin



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Nice.

[Namekuseijin]

thanx


incessant chirp-charp
in all melodic phrases:
I'm all ears



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[kennyc]

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The Poet of Utah Park


He passes out poems
to passers-by

old men and walkers
and dogs

He captures the sunrise
the sunset and smells

or at least he
thinks he does

in snippets and wholes
in a tiny book

kept safe
in his back pocket



Kenny A. Chaffin - 8/13/13


P.S. I believe this will be the title of my next collection which I'm now putting together.

[Namekuseijin]

hmm, the tiny book I write these snippets into is my smartphone

[kennyc]

(I'm on a Utah Park kick since I've decided it is the title of my next collection)



The Wolf Pack of Utah Park


You hear her wicked witch voice
from somewhere across the park

You can’t see them at all but you know they are near
The Wolf Pack of Utah Park

Your heart skips a beat, anxiety rises
you wish to turn around

The wild Pomeranians, the evil Chihuahuas
the vicious Terrier -- leader of the pack

A poor li’l hunched over man in her evil thrall
does his best to manage three of the wicked brood

but they move like chaos across the walk
they are everywhere at once

As you try to pass she flashes her evil and deadly smile
the Pomeranian nips your ankles, the poodle pisses on your feet

You hear her cackles fade, as you hurry to distance yourself
once again, for one more day, from the Wolf Pack of Utah Park


Kenny A. Chaffin - 8/14/13

[Ken.Hagdal]

A bittersweet tribute to the unsung pixies without whom we wouldn't be talking to each other today.

Disclaimer: It was written when I was using Windows 2000. Windows 8 users should still find the rather harsh conclusion topical.

The Puter Fairy
by Ken Hagal

So young were you, oh, sweet, little, Fairy,
When torn from your Hills, Friends and Family,
By four-eyed troll on a raid from Redmond,
Locked you up in puter, didn't give no reason.

So strained are you oh sweet little Fairy,
as the power quakes you into duty,
Shoving the trons with your sore tiny hands,
Until, switched off, your ordeal finally ends

So brave are you, oh, sweet, little, Fairy.
Peering through screen, never showing Envy,
Pucked Sysyphus of the Silicon Age,
Enduring, silent, your nameless Outrage

But dumb are you, oh, sweet, little, Fairy.
Loading yourself, like a bleached Blondie,
With extraneous loads of bugs and Spam,
Unaware how to us these bytes do Harm.

Are you really sweet, little Fairy?
Wouldn't you by any chance find it Funny?
To leave us dazed with our mouth wide Gapping,
As you crash' ours of work without Rueing

Does it matter oh, sweet, little Fairy
Should your case anyhow call for Mercy?
Sooner than later, you're bound to yank a Nerve.
It seems you're getting the Fate you Deserve.

[kennyc]

Welcome to user poetry Ken. Good one!