Jerry Behr Number 2
Unknown Cloud - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
I came to poetry late in life, I am shall we say a late bloomer.
I didn’t want to admit it at first but I wrote in long hand, a bit of a dabbler.
I knew how shall I say, I thought funny.
I had a scenario’s mind looking at different scenario’s which I must.
I wrote the poem and left it in the draw for years and years gathering dust.
During my mature age years I was dragged by the government kicking
And screaming to do a computer course, which for a computer illiterate
Is an unknown cloud. At first my fingers did a hell of a
Lot of stuttering as I went through the drills of touch typing it still stutters a bit.
Learning the computer I had to save files, I saved it all over the place, crazy, I had a fit.
The master of scenarios his mind now an unknown cloud.
After much finger stuttering and derogatory, adjectival languages I started to learn the
Computer, buuuuut being in my early fifties I didn’t get a certificate.
I didn’t have a computer the winds of change was an unknown cloud it was so strange.
I could see in a scenario’s mind’s sense the computer could increase the mind’s range.
Later after Easter I got a computer, welcome to the new land of new scenarios.
Mmmmmm word processing its amazing, words can be thrown all over the place,
Sentences can be cut and pasted anywhere booohahahahahaaaaaaaa.
Spell check comes in all its own, phrase the Lord, stuff studying literature for years.
I’m finely on my way with the skills I need and put away the frustrating tears.
First thing, type out the old poems that were done in long hand yea.
Going to the library and study poetry, yea national and international.
Crumbs, what are these poets writing about?
Crumbs, what is this drivel they are expressing about and to who?
Are modern poets sucking up to literary authorities and writing pooh?
I like different scenarios but some modern poetry does not compute, does not compute.
One wonders who the poet's audience is, it aint me.
Once again my mind was in an unknown cloud.
Bugger this, if poets don’t write poetry I like I’ll write my own.
Modern poetry is not written for shit kickers to enjoy, that leaves me cold as stone.
Booohahahahahaaaaaa with a computer I can write what I like and enjoy my poetry to
My hearts content and never mind this so called unknown cloud.
Yea go through the unknown cloud and explore literary new horizons.
To put life back into poetry that seems so dead.
Never mind this unknown cloud which spreads so much dread.
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