I’m the only one on Sametime/AOL poem by Andy Derryberry

I’m the only one on Sametime/AOL
Even Ricardo is gone; he’s always logged on

So I’m by myself
Riding this dinasaur down to the tar pits

No scenery, no fun, no company
High noon in a ghost town

Nobody to shoot at
Nobody to shoot at me

A casual little jaunt
From a short past to a shorter future

A smooth ride actually
Sure, steady, definite

Dead silent except for the air purifier
That spits a chad occasionally

So quiet that I know I have
A bit of tinnitis

From that straight-piped John Deere A
And the wistling wind on motorcycles

As far as I know I could be on this rock
All by myself

Since I can’t have proof
Of anything

Hurtling into deep space
Yet all I feel is the lumbering dinasaur

So relaxed, so easy
So sure and unalterable

The only one on Sametime/AOL

running man, run while you can poem by Ken Peters

going down deep
to where the monsters live
get past their teeth
to the answers they give
running man, run while you can
raising the water
sink in the land
fall up the mountain
just like it was planned
lover boy, love what you destroy
come to the crossroads
see eight different ways
all those lives to live
all that work and play
running man, run while you can

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run while you can
run while you can

We remember poem by David Michael Jackson

My humble hands have made
love and lovely things
and now we remember
my humble lips have made
love and said kind things
my thighs have felt your hands
my ears have loved the sound of
your voice
and now we remember
as you say my name
willow trees grow near the stream
we sat beside the river
we fished, we
made love, we
came to be the summer
breeze
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Young Summer As I rode my bike poem by James Nicosia

Young Summer
Like other immortal beings did–
I heard the sound of locus buzzing,
Smelled the fresh cut grass,
Felt the warmth of the blazing sun
As I rode my bike past that square,brick
fortress
That immovable-block with broken glass panes–
Indestructible, unchangeable.

Rattle! rattle! rattle! bounced my bike
Over the narrow, hard path
Between the iron rail and creek bank.

My eye caught a boot–down the stream floating.
I could barely keep up–but what fun trying.

A robin interrupted–
Summer had arrived,
And the air had not a care,
Only the vibration of now.
James V Nicosia
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