Interest

Aliens among us

I do enjoy the internet-

Mindset . . .

What do we believe 

And who told us to - ?

Going to school 

After World War II 

-One only believed 

What "they" wanted us 

To

One knew that danger lurked 

Behind any 

Independent 

Thinking. 

We were judged and graded 

Upon our ability to 

Conform -

In body and mind 

Such conformity 

Was backed up

With Capital Punishment 

With capitals !

They could beat you at 

School 

And beat you at 

Home 

Just for 

Good measure -

Fifties ladies might brag about 

Breaking the wooden spoon 

Or the pancake turner

On their male child's 

Backside 

They might brag 

At church -

To each other 

It was the accepted thing 

The constant 

Threat 

Of death

Add to that 

The birth of 

Television - to add to 

Newspapers and 

Radio 

We have generations now 

Of those told 

What to do 

- go shopping!

Live between here 

And 

The mall 

Go in debt

Pay interest

To 

"Them"

The VERIZON Pause

Data 

I have data 

I can write 

Verizon says so 

After the 25th 

Of the month 

U can again 

Communicate 

With friends -

Before that 

The cell phone becomes 

Quite useless -

Could use it as 

- a small square 

Coaster 

- a door stop for 

A mini door 

- not much else 

Did Shakespeare have such 

Problems ?

(Not comparing myself,

No way) 

But still- 

Hamlet would have 

Been on hold -

Romeo and Juliet 

Could have paused - 

Worked out their problems 

With the parents 

- married 

And been together long enough 

To 

- get on each other's 

Nerves 

Little Romeos running around screaming 

Pulling baby Juliet's hair 

Older Juliet trying to 

Get the laundry done 

- over the stove -

Becoming frayed and older 

Reaching menopause -

See what delights 

The "verizon pause" in 

      Writing 

Could 

Entail

Out out damned spot 

Becomes 

Oh heck 

 - Got to go back to counseling 

Again ! 

King Lear would get shortened 

- as a play - 

Which would probably not 

Be a bad thing 

But now 

(Forsooth) 

I must be gone 

For I have awaiting 

The dancing lesson 

Whether I would 

Or no . . .

Twins

U don't look at your cell phone 

     In the afternoon

I don't look at mine 

     In the morning 

U don't schedule things 

      Mid week

I don't schedule things 

      Weekends 

This may be 

      The perfect 

Relationship . . .

U will tell the establishment 

What is wrong 

With it -

Straight up 

In their faces -

I -

Never say a 

Word 

Other than that 

We have so much 

In common 

Other than that 

We r just like twins 

(Or not) . . .

People can be 

So 

Hard to figure 

Out 

I envy the hermits 

In the Himalayas 

Sometimes 

But even they

Have to have someone 

Bring them food 

-All the time-

And what if they 

Don't like 

The menu ? 

Who could they complain to ?

They r supposed to b

Desireless

By then. 

Wanting nothing 

Being nobody 

Nothing but 

Zen. 

Practical

Thinkin' I had to 

Go someplace 

To get 

Something 

Somewhere else 

Now I begin 

To see 

That the place 

To go 

Is here -

To sit down 

Here -

And go 

Within -

This the fascinating , wonderful

Place -

Natives in costumes 

Not 

(Except for those of us

Who live here)

Cut off jeans, Hawaiian shirts 

And 

Flip flops 

Fascinating native 

Ambiance 

See how they live 

Some homeless 

Some 

Not 

Some surfing 

Some walking 

Verizon says 

I have used 75% of my 

Data plan 

Poetry loses to 

Practicality. . .

Prince Harry asks, How Do You Do?

Interesting modern life this. . .

Who may read these words?

     If on Facebook 

It is assumed 

Anyone reads thousands of

     Answers 

To an innocent 

     Query 

Buried somewhere there 

Is this. . .

The musings -

The Ramblings of 

A commoner 

In another country 

And one 

That 

Ran away 

At that!

Now mother always said 

We were related to 

Fancy-pants people 

And she collected china 

And read a lot 

- That must count 

For something 

But I can't imagine 

The pressures of 

Any type of royalty 

I really cannot handle 

What I've got to deal with 

Right now 

And I hate people telling me 

What to do 

No 

It would never do 

I maybe shouldn't have posted 

This answer 

To that 

Innocent 

Query 

Unity. . .

Feeling better 

Maybe I'll live 

For a little while 

     At least 

Able to attack a shrub with 

     Pruning shears 

But then -

I must rest  

Looking forward to a 

     Tango or two 

When I 

     Meet up 

     With you 

If I can just 

Tango and 

Trim 

I should be alright 

But already 

The bills are 

Coming in . . .

Getting sick in this 

     Country 

Is not advised -

It is a crazy place 

Where some seem to get 

Everything 

For free 

And others are robbed 

The middle class 

Is being beat-

With sticks 

Why 

Don't they want us 

To survive ?

Conspiracy theories 

Abound 

Just look around 

And try to explain 

Where our freedom 

Has gone 

???

Where the bright ideas 

That built this country 

Have gone ???

Multinational unity -

one world government -

Global industry 

Doing what it pleases

And 

Making slaves 

     Of us. 

??

Just don't rush -

I'm old enough to 

     Figure 

"I'll be dead by 

Then"

Angst

Life and death and 

     Doctors 

My therapist says 

I have a phobia 

Why does not having been to a 

Dr 

For fifteen years 

Constitute a phobia? 

Maybe it denotes 

     Common sense. 

They are 

The leading cause of 

     Death 

( I read somewhere)

So now I must 

     Go

All their tests and 

     Triangulations 

Will cost a pretty penny 

     I know 

If I live, 

I will be eating little 

     And spending less 

Not quite a bag lady 

     Yet 

( God bless them) 

They gave me pills 

For my nerves

For my fear -

Is there a pill for 

Other things ?

A pill for 

     The angst of life 

I have angst -

Always have had 

A longing for the time 

     Before -

A strong remembering 

     Of a better time -

Wondering where Krishna is 

     And Christ 

Why have we been left here 

To face 

The pins and needles 

Of life -

Alone? 

Why do we believe 

So strongly 

That we live and die 

In these flimsy bodies 

Why don't we know 

We are light

And therefore cannot be 

Cut 

Or folded or torn 

I know 

They are out to get me -

They are sharpening knives 

And swords 

As we speak 

So-

Where did I put 

Those pills they 

Gave me.