Monthly Archives: September 2011

No Longer Apart

And though my heart was cracked a little...

I came to you, not broken
But in pieces. Dismantled.
A big jigsaw puzzle
Of disassembled parts.
With “Contents Fragile”
Written on the box.
And though my heart
Was cracked a little
I wrapped it up well
Right before I left.
And it arrived intact.
It’s a good thing, too
Because the rest of me
Fell apart, and arrived
A messed up tangle.
But my heart was okay.
Slightly damaged, yes
But good enough
To give to you.

Oh Facebook…..

Oh Facebook,
Silly Facebook,
We appreciate your change,
Your attempt to rearrange on our behalf,
Some of us get pissed,
Your changes we  dismiss,
Some of us,
Just rear our heads and laugh.
Still,
The truth is,
Come what may,
You have changed our day to day,
We connect now in a way,
Not like before,
So if you want to tweak a bit,
I don’t really give a shit,
You have made communication something more.

WOTD: harlot

Today’s word is one of those words that should be used more often. It’s basically an old fashioned word for prostitute or whore. I used it recently in a poem and now my fellow RM members are using it.

And why shouldn’t they? It’s a delightful word that describes so many people, not just the whores, prostitutes, hookers, call girls, escorts, courtesans and other assorted naughty ladies of the night.

For example: “I’d like a word with the harlots responsible for the latest Facebook layout. It’s truly dreadful.” See, you could substitute the word “cunts” or similar, but I think using the word harlots makes it much more colorful and interesting.

The word harlot for me conjures up an image of a slightly chubby flame-haired prostitute bulging out of black and red lingerie and with a black feather boa draped around her shoulders. There’s also tinny old-timey piano music playing in the background and a bunch of cowboys standing around a bar drinking corn liquor.

Yes, them. Those Wild West harlots are responsible for the latest Facebook layout disaster.

Cuteness should come with a warning…

Come hither...

A fat lump of cuteness
Lies purring on the bed.
With soft underbelly exposed.
Arms and legs outstretched
Like a shameless manipulative
Furry little harlot.
I’m caught in the tractor beam
Of its overwhelming and
Irresistible adorableness.
And my brain explodes
With a pink pop
Into cotton candy.

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The Art of Reinvention

Please be advised,
Reinvention requires complete submersion,
The new you may clash,
With an earlier version,
Don’t be alarmed,
No need to flee,
Into yourself,
Just let it be,
Relax, reboot,
Then you will see,
Images will soon recede,
Then cease to bleed,
Through to your present day,
Interrupt, get in the way,
Just focus on your newer self,
Leave the old one on the shelf,
Your new software is much improved,
With several glitches removed,
Reprogramming of several faults,
Plus restoring your old defaults,
Change comes from what you desired,
So relax and let it be hard-wired,
Move on, and forget your old lives,
There’s a reason that they’re called archives.

The Teacher’s Lament

This was written during a time when I still took it personally when my students asked me if I minded if they blew off my lesson and left early. Now I’m not bothered as much. After all, I’m only a teacher, not a real human being with feelings.

You have some time today, I see.
Your teacher’s canceled Chemistry.
My class won’t start till three-thirty.
And would it be okay with me,
Since there’s some place you’d rather be,
You ask, I hope, facetiously,
Whether I would mind terribly,
If you skipped my class and left early.
I try not to take it personally,
But it’s very plain for me to see,
You don’t care about the class or me,
But I know you want me to agree,
And so I do, but quite sadly.