Google Stuff - by David Frazier

Looking for T.V. remotes
That I have lost
Many months ago
Googled it, it’s movie time.

Where did those coins in my pocket go?
Between the cushions?
Were they worth a million bucks?
Google that, and see how it goes.

Where did that missing sock go?
Left in the washer
No one knows
Google that, it’ll show.

I lost a dog once
He had a great time
Running all over the town
Googled it, he was home by nine.

A pillow case I needed
Was in short supply
Found one in no time
Googled it, it’s snuggle time.

Couldn’t find a climbing vine
No one had one in spring time
Super fast server time
Googled it, the ivy climbed.

Oh say can you say dinosaur - by K. Hazen

Oh say can you say dinosaur

by the waters of Babylon?

What sound does a giraffe make

at the drive-in theater?

Whose brothers were khar and dushan

through the wormhole / wire

oer template were so far away lyrics.

And the cracks begin to show

the bombshell bra / curling iron

gave props that ought to hold

the little bastards.

O saya that star market

bannerweb wpi

over the hill soccer / free credit reports

and then there were fewer?

These Dumb Explorers - by John Grey

This planet fluttering away

from the grip of

our plan

like a balloon let loose

by a boy’s careless fingers,

its landscapes, its vegetation

documented, named,

but now left to its own devices

as we sprint off

to the next destination,

stuffed on facts,

buoyed by logic

but devoid of any sense

of the true nature of things,

ignorant of mysteries pounding

their drums so loud from each

odd, razor-edged leaf,

every cloud-primed mountain,

we press our hands

hard against the ears

of true inquiry

so that our minds don’t

shake with the rhythms

and our strait-jacket lives

can’t discover more

than what we are.

.contact.

How to walk out of a funeral - by M.E. Michaels

Funeral homes, songs, flowers, poems

slowly or fast? To the cemetery or bar?

After the funeral we agatha’d christie

we’re always there to help

& shouldn’t so easily forget

& wait for a midtown bus.

Stay a few days. Make love.

Eat strawberries she left in the fridge.

The door unlocked.

The day after the stations had not returned

to normal programming.

It only got worse.

It was someone I can’t say who

who played guitar and sang.

Another with a harmonica.

I suppose you woke up,

shaved the hair you remembered to grow.

Returned to work.

Song of my [googled] self - by Robert MacNeill

I celebrate [the days] and sing [see more]

and what I shall [answer] you shall [know]

for every atom belonging to [god] as good belongs to [latex].

I loaf [you dough much] and invite [and invest]

I lean [like a cholo] observing [a child and obtain information about children].

My tongue [hurts with references to diagnosis], formed from [this transfer of electrons],

Born here [lyrics] born [shoes] [to run free] [this way] [into brothels],

I, now [that girl] [u want me] [download] [know the score] and [parent portal],

Hoping to [be pregnant] [see you soon] [find love quotes] [adopt] [get 3 back]

[die].

Creeds and [confessions] [crest] in [treatment]

Retiring [in Belize] [at 62] [defined for English language learners]

I harbor [freight] [resentment] [all the old affection]

I permit [no woman] [myself] [to be insane]

Nature without [man] [steroids] [maps] [borders].

Could I have a word - by Esther Murer

all to myself?

Please, just this once?

I have only to say

Zeugosquamosity

and the whole world

is using it on talk shows,

Chthonochiasmus

pops up on every web page,

Repinguidificationist

twitters around the globe,

and I rue the day I ever said

Brzobrzowskiemostrzynsk.

Now repeat after me:

Yafflescutch

is OFF LIMITS.

Write it 500 times:

Yafflescutch

is COPYRIGHT.

let the web banners proclaim:

Yafflescutch

is MY PRIVATE WORD

and is not to be twittered, skyped or googled

on pain– yes, ON PAIN OF

YAFFLESCUTCH.

Canker Shore - by Nicholas Michael Ravnikar

Like a lot of America, I hate having a numb throat

surrounded by croup

but once you understand her

luggage in Seaside Heights begins

an appreciable papule, a hillock

usually the first symptom

the vapid lives of summer information guides

found in the mouth area are being sued for assault

by a woman at home at the base

of your tangerine tinted gums

inside of the cheeks and 360-degree views of the gravy

So what can you do about them?

you should see your frickin’ dentist

just dropped a fortune on a year-round night life

took a break from creeping and sodium lauryl sulphate,

nude erotic moms and teen lesbians.

methinks that it’s more about her.

reverse Apologies to all them outlets stores

upper body workouts

robot pills Throwing doggie happy hour

the accumulation of cute little bodies on loveliest tongue

well, hopefully you tell the situation your cup size

our bakers doors are open for humans and pets

God was with me when I - by Dottie Jax (D.J. G.P.)

God was with me when I went to the bars.

God was with me when i woke up this morning.

God was with me when I talked and prayed with Him.

God was with me when I eventually let go.

God was with me when I went 3-for-21 from the field.

God was with me when I said it.

God was with me when I was working.

God was with me when I was 9 years old.

God was with me when I picked Dr. Reddy.

God was with me when I met you and you raised morgans.

God was with me when I picked Jackie.

God was with me when I was a child.

God was with me when I came out here.

God was with me when I walked across there.

God was with me when I wrote it.

God was with me when I was doing drugs.

God was with me when I was out there because I’ve got guns and knives and stuff pulled on me.

God was with me when I got a broken leg when I was playing football and when I was getting my cast on.

God was with me when I did it.

God was with me when I went to war.

God was with me when I needed him.

God was with me when I was assaulted.

God was with me when I went through my tribulations!

God was with me when I was alone became the willingness to pray when the impulse occurred.

God was with me when I was told the pap smear showed pre - cancerous cells.

God was with me when I turned the ignition key; the car started up.

God was with me when I suffered.

God was with me when I was brought into this world.

God was with me when I was taken so.

God was with me when I finally answered that ever lasting question “what came first, the chicken or the egg”.

More of Dottie Jax.

Cancer Collage - by Jef Peeples

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Merry Christmas, Childhood

GOOG (g) Loves Everybody - by Shriram S

G loves g

        couples,

and mirror

eachother

On a fullmoon

they made love

eternal

downloading…

twins,cute and round

faced - named

O and O

A beautiful family

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day and night

day and night

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Thanks to them,

world is now a

part of their family

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