ABC Wednesday, brought to you by the letter “T.” Also posted at Poets United, natch. My daughter is visiting, and this was composed in her honor, not to make fun! (And actually, her posture is better than this indicates. It’s a composite of the entire generation!) Amy
Techie Twentysomething
Got an IHop plugged in one ear
and a Blueberry hangin off the other
“Wii love the Tech Age and
text ’til our thumbs go numb.”
Shoulders slump from hauling backpacks
since second grade.
Laptop, pursewalletID, keys, cell sardine-crammed
(stash stashed in secret side pocket).
Turn on, tune in, drop out?
Plug in, click on, tune out.
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
So sick yesterday I didn’t post. Now THAT’S illness at its worst!
Today, I pay tribute to that nesting place of computer-surfing, caffeine-addicted folks everywhere. Me, I prefer local bean, but lots of people love the taste of burnt coffee… perhaps the laptops distract them from the taste? (Ok, if you are a confirmed Starbucker, I won’t go all WalMart on your ass, I promise!!) Amy
Laptopia (Ode to Starbuck’s, haiku)
Baristas, big lungs:
CARAMEL LATTE EXTRA
FOAM SKINNY UP HERE
Ladies who lunch ne’er
linger long here; they prefer
linen and light fare
Day trading greedy
lucre lizards, looking for
elusive landslides
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For NaPoWriMo, I took up the Poetic Asides prompt, “Don’t ____ _____,” in which we are to fill in the blanks. So many well-intentioned folks unwittingly forward viruses by forwarding messages. My pet peeve is chain letters: They often come with the assurance that “God wants us to live abundantly,” (as though God’s abundance has anything thing to do with filthy lucre) and then tell you that you MUST forward to 128 people in the next 3 seconds and your ‘money wish’ will come true. Yeah, God’s all about the money, guys. That’s why Jesus lived in a diamond-encrusted palace! Amy
Don’t Forward Emails
Please
I’m begging you
No more kitten and kitten and cute kitten and cuter kitten pix
No more e-cards with prancing bears
For the love of God
No more Rick Warren quotes
No more assurances of God’s love (as if I don’t know that already)
No more “Obama is Muslim” warnings
For the sake of my sanity
No more chain letters threatening an outbreak
of bubonic plague if I don’t forward it to 12 friends
No more Chicken Soup
Please
I’m on my knees
When next you a forward a forward
Skip me. There, I’ve implored.
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
ABC Wednesday, brought to you by the letter “G.” Silly and fun – what I imagine Blanche Laughlin would be if she were alive today – glued to my cousin Gregg’s computer! Amy
Grandma Googles
Goodness gracious,
Grandma’s gone Google!
Grinning before Greggie’s gizmo,
a grand gadabout without
the gas-guzzling Greyhound .
Grannie’s grey but full of ginger;
fingers glide with gusto as she
gets to tour the Guggenheim
in its glory and grandeur, gushing,
“Gracias, ye gods of gigabytes!”
© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil