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NOTIFICATIONS FROM NIRVANA - ODYSSEY OF A DIGITALLY DISTRACTED DISCIPLE FROM SCROLL TO SOUL
Drowning in regret
I have been mighty upset
Sad company met
Try to act like a grown up I told my husband.
He rolled his eyes.
We were in the car, and I could not see them, but I knew.
We are on the way to our child’s parent teacher conference.
Our first one ever.
She is easily distracted the teacher told us.
My husband frowns and folds his arms up hard.
He is glaring at her, which is not comfortable for me.
I doubt she is excited either.
There is a blue jay! My husband says, pointing out the window.
………but of course……and the rest of….and…..
I would tell you more if I was not distracted by the ugliness of her mouth.
Let me not be so distracted by the nay-sayers
For whom everything seems to be doomed,
With those who rely on holier-than-thou prayers
Help me not to allow myself to be consumed.
May I find myself giving out optimistic strokes
Looking for the good even when things are sad,
I want to take an Anne Frank approach, folks,
Even if things turn out to be unbearably bad.
Truthfully, things aren’t as devious as many think,
Just because some things aren’t going their way
Our country is not teetering on disaster’s brink,
Save that cliched trophe for a more gloomy day.
As I see it, we’ve had far too much distraction,
Polarization, divisiveness, unadulterated lying,
Leaders relying on their own self-satisfaction,
Unwilling to consider other ways worth trying.
Can we not consider the outside possibility
That we have relied on purveyors of fake news
Who brought us many rumors told willy-nilly
With badly skewed and worthless views?
written December 12, 2021
Evil witch with broom and hat
Flew past the moon just like a bat
Reached back to give her cat a pat
Distracted flying plus tree equaled SPLAT!
Feeling that pain
in my mind
In my heart
Hurting so bad
I’m falling apart
I gave it my all
put in a 100%
Can’t hate me a little
Can’t hate me a bit
Leave it alone
you’ve torn out my heart
scorched it to a crisp
Now where do I start
I saw it all before
With others I’ve known
Happiness to nightmares
Abated hearts torn
Right in front of my eyes
A disquieting loss known
A future irreconcilable
Discording with lies untold
Not sure what to say
Not sure what to do it
Can’t even describe
My hatred toward you
Watching you leave
I’m gonna explode
My dreams now gone
No more happy home
It doesn’t even matter
Everything we’ve built
Now it’s all shattered
Lost down this road
Gotta let off some steam
With life upside down
It’s time for me to move on
Thanks for the smiles
Thanks for the lies
Distance from your presence is what I need
Watching you leave
HARD DIFFICULT
TORCHED EMOTIONS
DISTRUSTFUL TEMPTATION
LASTING
MEMORIES
Gone
An almost April falls as if the season
were feeble and elderly already.
It is a Pavan for a dying princess;
see how she is laid upon the yellowing grass
her beauty reflected like icy droplets on Spring stems.
Do you hear the sad music?
Even death has its music,
even the smallest of germs
even the invisible footprints
of a killer virus have a sad music.
We are troubled, for the days look in vain
for a new tune to sing.
When April is in her bright green flood
perhaps the Princess will revive
with fresh blooms in her flaxen hair,
maybe this sad Pavan will learn to dance again?
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The title of this poem is taken from a 16th Century English composers work.
The Princess allusions references obliquely a work by the composer Ravel.
A ‘Pavan’ is a slow, stately court dance of the 1500s and 1600s, usually in duple meter.
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You turned my tracks
and they guide me off.
Slipped off my proper vision.
Still, how can I say that,
I'm lost, inside me....
my world trembles in fear,
and you are the fault. You,
distracted me.
Is it that time gets away from me
Or that every second has its own story to tell
And that my circuits get overloaded at times?
In truth, some seconds are astounding:
Like when the illegal 'Dragon's Claws' I bought
From a firework's stand on the Kansas-Oklahoma border,
Gutted a traditional Folgers coffee can,
(It never left the ground) , and then its brother
Blasted a heavy metal water bucket
At least 40 feet into the air!
Wow! Talk about 'poetry in motion! '
Most theorists are poets too you know,
With their 'Big Bang' theories and
'Laws of Nature' emerging over time!
Eventually, we all have to deal with
What some distant poet first called 'the opposite sex! '
But it is so much easier to explain Creation I think!
But can anyone say why men love explosions?
Brian Johnston
September 8,2017
No walking while distracted - that's the law
Don't leave the kerb and step under a bus
Don't oggle that hulk, nor admire that chick
Keep all eyes on the road
No rocking along to music box
No whistling or humming allowed
No eating a burger while strolling
No admiring the view or star gazing
No distracting thoughts either
Why Oh Why is it chicken now,
to cross the road!
Some dull professor droned
And from my heart
Right to my pen
In cursive sprang
This lovely name,
Notebook margins filled:
Kelly
Kelly
Kelly
While getting off the bus, a woman
Saw her cell phone fall.
She leaned to pick it up,
Perhaps to get or make a call.
The driver pulled out from the curb
But crushed her with his tire.
He didn’t have a clue about
What he’d caused to transpire.
The woman’s dead, the driver free,
A story sad but true,
Distraction interfering with
The rules we thought we knew.
THE DISTRACTED SCHOLAR
Across the page in gothic script
Your clever hand has made a word
It gently sits upon my ripped
Peace like a singing bird
The word is proof you’re in the world -
I touch the page, it whispers faintly
With your voice, when the questions hurled
Against what you said was stone quaintly
Dead, when life itself was resurrection -
Or rather: You are at the edge of my dream
Waving to me like a mood – like the confection
Of deeds I uttered as if the lip of seem
Were nothing. Why trouble you with this?
- you have written on the page your kiss.
By Rosemarie Rowley
The Distracted Driver
By Elton Camp
Behind the wheel, Sue won’t use her cell phone
But she eats while driving anytime she is gone
She grasps a king-sized burger in her right hand
With the left, take a slurp of her drink so grand
Without a third hand to use to drive the car
So then down the road she didn’t go very far
For just when she turned to take another bite
She careened off an embankment on the right
The car plunged so fast it went out of control
It flipped en-to-end and then began to roll
And just as it slammed headlong into a tree
The folly of eating while driving Sue did see
And on that tragic day, the gods she meets
Now ambrosia is the only food that she eats
Too many thoughts at the same time
I’m distracting myself with a rhyme
My brain is on fire
With poetic desire
But I’m sure this one’s not worth a dime
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