Words

If words were music
I could be a Grand Master
A Concert Pianist
A member of an orchestra
A Cello-ist
A Triangle-ist
A Percussion-ist
Waiting
To insert
A clash of syllables
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Ever Been On Your Own?

 

“Have you ever been on your own?”

“I was at home alone last night
Watched football and the big fight
Ate popcorn and drank some beers
Went out… I was bored to tears”

“But have you ever been on your own?”

“Went to a party with lots of folks
Hung out with some regular blokes
I guess you can tell by my tone
I didn’t like them so I felt alone”

“But have you ever been on your own?”

“When the house is empty, my friends all gone
The trash has been cleared, the cleaning done
I guess sometimes then I feel alone
Like a dog who has lost his bone”

“When you have sat in your sacred space
And sent your mind to your special place…
Slowed your thoughts till there’s nothing there…
Breathed in and out with clean fresh air…

When you have seen that lake in your minds eye
Full of pain from all those tears that you didn’t cry
When you have sat upon that lonely shore
Then and only then, and not at all before…

Then you can say you have been on your own!

And when you return from that mind’s recess
You can say out loud with no fear of redress
I have traveled far and I have traveled wide
But the hardest journey was the one inside

…and when I did that… I was on my own!”

Peter Roe – August 2001

T’was The Night Before Christmas…

It was the Night Before Christmas and with the click of my mouse
I had turned off the lights throughout our wired house
We don’t have a chimney so in case someone cares
The kids had hung stockings on the backs of their chairs
They’d gone upstairs early and rushed off to their beds
To dream of tablets and consoles which spun in their heads

And Mother in her Pyjamas and I stuffed in mine
Had demolished the mince pies and drunk all the wine
We were in bed watching the telly and having a natter
When out in the garden there came such a clatter
The lights were switched off so I took a swift glance
Through a crack in the curtains to see whats askance

There in the moonlight in the middle of the lawn
Sat a fellow in a red suit looking lost and forlorn
He seemed to have dropped something he was groping around
And he was trying to retrieve it without making a sound
After fumbling and stumbling he located his sack
And he swung it quite high and over his back

Now the garden was dark and it was getting quite late
and I’d locked all the doors and padlocked the back gate
So I wasn’t quite sure how this round fellow in red
Had landed in our garden and got me out of bed
So I put on my slippers with the holes in the toe
And descended the stairs to confront whats below

I unlocked the back door with some trepidation
And went outside to the poor fellows consternation
He was rounded and chubby and stretched out his suit
And he had this red hat and a white beard to boot…
He was most apologetic and “I’m Sorry” he said
he was embarrassed, his cheeks were quite red

I said “Don’t worry old fellow we will sort you out”
So I unlocked the gate so I could let the chap out
then up the side passage I showed him the way
But stopped in my tracks when I bumped into a sleigh
I suddenly realised this was no drunken lout
But the real St Nick who was out and about

He spoke to the reindeer gave reassurance and chat
Then straightened his suit and re-seated his hat
Then Saint Nick came up and said “I’m not sure…
why my Fat-Nav brought me to your back door.”
I said “Its probably the software on your particular device
or it could be electronic caused by the snow and the ice…”

It was clearly apparent from the Fat-Navs display
That its outdated software had caused this delay
I updated all his software using our wire less device
And made sure his antenna was free of snow and from ice
He climbed gratefully on board his updated sleigh
and shouted “Donner and Blitzen… Up up and away..”

and as he flew over Bridport and away out of sight
He said “Merry Christmas to all and Blessed Good Night!”

Peter Roe
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December 2016

Hard Driving

I am the Techno-Shaman
I live in  a Haych-Tee Tee-Pee

Got myself a dotcom internet Address
Got myself some of that Eee-mail
Got myself an Eye-Ess-Pee
With loads of Kay-Bee-Pease
I’m rammed up
Turned on
High on E
Hard driving on the information super highway

Cruising for a link
A HOT HOT You-Are-ELL
My Eye-Ess-Dee-En is running hot
My Pee-See-Eye can really fly
My hardwares hard
and my softwares NOT

Got myself a dotcom internet Address
Got myself some of that Eee-mail
Ee-chat, Eye-See-Q
I’m ‘virtually’ yours
I’m rammed up
I’m turned on
I’m high on E
I’m Hard driving
Cruising on the information super-highway

Peter Roe
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Information Overload

I’ve got me a tablet with a wire less contraption
that gives me the internet and network interaction
and a Hi Deff Tee Vee with digital information
that dishes up soap using it’s satellite connection

I’m integrated and interfaced and wired to the hilt
I get all the gadgets just as soon as they’re built
I’m hip and I’m cool and I’m trying not to get old
but really I’m approaching information overload

I got me a smart phone to keep me connected
and an alarm for the house to keep me protected
And a microchip for the cat to keep him located
and an XBone for my kids to keep them placated

I’m integrated and interfaced and wired to the hilt
I get all the gadgets just as soon as they’re built
I’m hip and I’m cool and I’m trying not to get old
but I think I’m approaching information overload

I’m targeted with adverts from morning till night
‘Hey… Buy this for a dollar’ or ‘Buy this Cheap Flight’
or ‘Bulk me Ups’ and  ‘Niagra’ and ‘Hot Totty’ too
or a ‘Cruising Holiday’ or a “Day Trip to the Zoo’

I integrated and interfaced with digital communication
but all the gadgets gave me was information saturation
I’m not hip and not cool and I’m definitely getting old
and I have finally reached information overload

Peter Roe
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Miss Information

I was surfing on the net like I usually do…
A window popped up “A Message For You!”
I clicked on the button with some anticipation
It opened right up an E-mail communication

It was a message from you saying “Hello it’s me
please write me straight back and then we shall see
if we can conduct this affair in a meaningful way
or we should stop it right now and call it a day”

I stop what I’m doing and think for a while
then start to write and begin with a smile
You know what I mean… a little emoticon
that signifies a mood or a hat you have on

:o)

I send an e-mail back with my kindest salutations
and a quick fire answer to your hot propositions
“Just check your recipients before you click send
to direct mail to your lover and not to your friend!”

Peter Roe
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