Photo of Don by Jeanne
(rippled in Photo Booth)
My remote: no wand!
Self-programmed; own closed circuit
Self-contained hot spot!
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
08 May 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: closed circuit, hot spot, iPhone camera, own, pattern, photo booth, remote, self-contained, self-programmed, wand
Photo of Don by Jeanne
(rippled in Photo Booth)
My remote: no wand!
Self-programmed; own closed circuit
Self-contained hot spot!
07 May 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: bass and treble, colander, E-speak, Frizztext wears a colander, Germany, juxtaposition3, melanie cover, nylon stringed guitar, sound cloud, spellbound
Frizz Text from Germany
plays his nylon string guitar,
adjusts the bass and treble,
and sends it on its way
with sound cloud!
What can I say? I’m spellbound!
05 May 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: Apple's throne, condones no errors, corrections, E-spell-check, flown in on punctuation, intones funny-bone texts, rosetta stone spell-checker, spell-checker, spell-checker Joan
In my phone
lives Joan
spell-checker clone.
on loan
from Apple’s throne.
flown in
on punctuation
condones no errors
intones unknown
funny-bone texts
overblown
overthrown
corrections
combat zone
rosetta stone
spell-checker Joan.
04 May 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: E-mails don't live in real time, floor-plan, GPS, mark wunderlich, Pathfinders, Roe Jan, schemata, shamefacedly, time errors, twists and turns
E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time
Among my 800 e-mails
Were two that warned me
To beware of the time errors for the
Mark Wunderlich Workshop.
E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time
But I had noted the Newspaper account.
So, an 11 AM e-mail informed me that
The Wonderful Wunderlich Workshop
Commenced at 10 and ended at 1!!!!!
E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time.
I flew from my garage
Clutching the glass of coffee
From 8AM’s feeding break,
And parked carefully at Roe Jan, 25 minutes later.
E-mails Don’t Live in Real Time.
The door locked me out!
A sympathetic poet admitted me.
I tip-toed, shamefacedly, around the table.
Mark immediately rose and made space at his left hand.
Poets live in real time.
I saw a floor-plan in front of the poet
With each person’s name written like each
Of the seated Knights at the Round Table.
He entered my name surreptitiously.
Mark lives in real space.
Never missing focus
Or the beat of the performance on stage.
A living GPS for all of us.
A schemata to guide us quickly to the parking space.
Mark lives in real time,
.
Just right!
With blue-eyed glance and balanced stance
His crisp smile guided us
Through three tight hours of twists and turns.
‘Til we left in real time.
We left,
Pathfinders, paving way
To ultimate delivery.
Real time poets!
Jeanne Poland
03 May 2014 4 Comments
in Family Tags: african violets, clouds, dining room table, ears are helmeted, heart, in-boxes beep, incognito, independence, plugged in, praise, scatterbrained, song, song of praise, surround sound, thumbnail size, tiny screens, watercolor box, Watercolor Pattern
Used to be
I had one
in-box
on the
dining room table.
It was
housed
between
the salt
and figs,
pansies
and african violets.
Now
some fifteen
in-boxes
beep
blink
and
boss me
at home
and abroad.
While I
discern
“right of way”
in car
or crosswalk.
Their icons blink
and jostle
for space
on tiny screens…
thumbnail size.
They
claim to
reach the clouds.
While,
really,
need to be plugged
into a wall
each night,
lest screens
go dark…
incognito.
They sing
and gyrate
and pull
my pockets down
’til dress
comes off
shoulder
and drags its hem
in dust.
Some won’t work
unless my ears
are helmeted
and I look
astronaut,
antenna swinging
in the air.
Most of all,
these in-boxes
take me out of balance.
They act so
all-important
as to knock me
Off my feet,
scatterbrained,
heart bleeding!
I’m turning
inside out!
Taking fifteen
in-boxes
in, to turn
to one.
I’ll send
them out
together
in a song
of grace.
A song of praise.
Out to you.
Hear the music!
Surround sound.
Take calm.
Be at ease!
01 May 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Emerging Poet, keyboards, keys, kin, old and young, pix, plea, stray, Texting, thumb, tip-toed, tongue, twankle, twinkle, wonder, woosh
Today I tip-toed through the texts,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle dum!
With my thumb and tongue on run,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle-dum.
I sent pix and kin sent some,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle-dum.
Text did stray; mistakes did play,
Twinkle-plea and twinkle-be.
Old and young still found the key,
Twinkle-please and thankle-we.
Who knew keyboards tiny keys could
Wankle-me and wonkle you?
Wonder words woosh wishes with
Twinkle-text and twankle’s best!
All rights.
Jeanne Poland
30 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: birds eat bugs, feeder, God's the Breeder, hummingbird, red fluid, The Meaning of Life, wasp trap, which hangs first upon my deck?
Which hangs first upon my deck?
Wasp trap or hummingbird feeder?
Same red fluid in both……..
Birds eat bugs; God’s the Breeder!
30 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: bleeps, Blue Tooth, byte, calendar, call and send in crowd-alone, E-waves, gold tooth, GPS, map-app, Music, phone, silver tooth, speakers, voices
Blue Tooth, silver tooth, gold tooth, byte,
voices, music, calendar, phone,
GPS, map-app, bleeps, and speakers,
call and send in crowd-alone!