Spam 2016

It’s that time of year again, when I take a peek at the stuff sitting in my spam queue and see what gems I can string together for poems. There is something weirdly poetic in the wording and syntax of the spam posts, so I go through them and pull out the phrases that amuse me and string them together into a… well… keep reading.  

 

It’s appropriate time to make

a few plans

for the longer term and it’s time

to be happy.

I found a service

that can help you with that

and nobody

will suspect that you bought them.

I just want to tell you,

in case you didn’t already know, their

service is completely safe.

 

(And I just can’t resist sharing this post in its entirety because it made me laugh:
Amazing! This blog looks just like my old one! It’s on a totally different topic but it has pretty much the same layout and design. Great choice of colors!”)

And that, my friends, is that.  NaPoWriMo is over and I’ll see you all in eleven months.

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After 40 Years

All the heartache

and the backache

is condensed into

a pizza,

a card,

and an ice cream cake,

eaten between call bells.

Happy Retirement,

We’ll miss you,

we wish you well but

we wish

we were you.

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Rain, Rain

The world is wet,

dripping its way

from spring to summer.  Spring

should not be cold, damp,

grey.  Spring

should be light green,

bright yellow, robin’s-egg

blue, warm sun, fresh

breezes.  Someone needs

to tell the world,

Go away.

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Time Paradox

Don’t blink

or they’re gone:

those days,

those carefree days,

those days you

have been working for,

waiting for,

looking for-

ward to. Why

do days off

pass in the blink

of weary eyes and days

of work stand still for

eternity after

eternity?

 

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Needing Zs

I wake

to rain and fog

and struggle to know

if they are outside

my window or inside

my head, and try

to decide if the morning

is too early or

if the night

was too late. Reluctantly

I kick off the blankets and stumble

into wakefulness, thinking

I am too old

for late nights as

the sun breaks through.

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Burn Out

I can’t do it

anymore.  I have

nothing

left to give. What is there

beyond exhaustion?

Tears

and

another day to find

the strength

to push through to

the end.

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All Nighter

I want to stay up

all night

and greet the sun

with dark circles

under eyes

blurry

from lack of sleep

and

from staring at

words

that I read

and write,

and from dreaming

while awake creating

dreams

that I can share

with the sleeping world.

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