conversion therapy
adjusting to
the metric system
#vss365

To all the very recently awakened
hyper activated
righteous crusaders
seeking mass #conversions
to their latest glorious cause:

PLEASE LET ME BE

Go save the world without me

I got bills to pay
and that damn clock
keeps ticking away

This is the only injustice
that I need to rectify

A liter is a gallon?

An ounce be a gram?

These metric units
I just do not understand

Once upon a time long ago
America was all set
for an all inclusive
metric #conversion

Out with the old

In with the new

Join the rest of the world
and measure together
in beautiful global unison

The upgrade just did not happen

Our stubborn traditionalists
rose up and refused to permit
the advancement of progress

To this day
they continue to be a source
of national embarrassment

So maybe someday my country
will join the party
of uniform measurement

Though I would not count on it

“I’d like to go home,” said Mia.
“We’ll get you on a ward. You’ll be home later today,” said the midwife.
“Good. She doesn’t do well in hospitals,” said Tom.
“We’re not going to do a #conversion & keep you longer than needed.”
Mia felt tears well: someone understood. #vss365

Contrary to popular opinion
I am still convinced
there is no better defense
against the many impediments
to the pursuit of happiness
than reality inhibiting
blissful ignorance..

Beneath this umbrella of darkness
we can contently live out
our out of sight
out of mind existence
free of the guilt and fears
that inhibits
the joys of social obliviousness

Harvard Square
the high cost
of free association
#vss365

There was a box in the alley behind the shop. A barrier separated it from the compost. Everything’s Possible read the handwritten sign above it.

The lid to the painted box of green and yellow stripes in bold white letters just said #Free Box.

I still have that red dress.

#vss365 (free) #vss #ff #tinystories

Precision in language
is the mission

Clarity of intent
improves communication content

Direct point to the point delivery
remains the concise objective

#Free from the applied tyranny
of loose misinterpretation

We have the power to conquer
these needless confusions
that drive many a conflict situation
only if we have the courage
to choose the straight line path
from transmitter to receiver

“She’s gorgeous,” said Tom. “#Free to meet Dad.”
The midwife put their baby in his arms.
Mia sank back. “She’s a 9.” The midwife’s apgar score echoed. A test, their daughter had passed.
Tom passed her to Mia. “Kamaria.”
“Kam.” Mia looked at the puce bundle. Beautiful? #vss365

“Where are we with the #newsletter?” asked Ian.
“Done. Waiting on sign off,” said Ava.
“You do it while I wasn’t looking?”
“It’s when I always do it. Loses its magic if I put it together while you’re looking.”
“Ha-ha.”
Ava jumped. Her phone vibrated. “Dan, what’s going on?” #vss365

So many corporate fools
we must work around
in our daily trek
toward blissful retirement..

Grinding away
with our plastered smiles
as we struggle
to shovel through
the task force storm
dropping bullshit #newletters
from above
courtesy of the very same fools
who make the rules
that clog our existence

We who turn the wheel
and run the machines
will figure out
practical work arounds
for the edicts issued
by the pompous boobs
who know not all we do
to create the polished product
that they will take full credit for

What's a Website, Holmes?
In prof.Moriarty's poetic scribblings
and why are you studying them?

It reveals his pathology, Dr.Watson - his description of Love & Romance, as the weavings of a predatory spider
His view of anything, as only a tool for his evil will

The lonely guy
clicked on temptation
for a quickie connection
with a cyber fantasy sensation

The naughty #website
gave him a virus
that could not be fixed
by a shot of penicillin
that cured such transgressions
back in my day
when stranger for pay sex
was a tad more personal

The end of us all
will not come by means
of military calamity

Won't be
the nuclear winter
we once feared

It will be cyber warfare
that does us in ultimately

Viral annihilation
of our core software

Dowsing our
flimsy firewalls

Drowning economies
tethered to tech
as all our crutch #websites

get snatched away

Our modern lives
easily unraveled
by a faceless enemy
lurking in a dark basement lair
hacking us back
to the stone ages
where only
the tech illiterates of today
will manage to survive

“Maybe Dan’s just in a meeting,” said Ian. “An instant respond can’t be unusual.”
“Actually it is.” Ava blushed as she remembered their initial dates & her anxiety.
“If he’s caught up, he’s not going to advertise on a #website is he?”
“Maybe.” Ava put her phone down. #vss365

He looked on in horror, as another return was dumped back at the shop

It was perfect! Like all the others in the collection

Truth was, everyone wanted the bio-engineered living Teddy Bears these days

Not the woven, artisan artistry of his family tradition
#SciFiFri Perfect #vss365 Return

A house
without a foundation
will surely fall

A heart
without #returned affections
will surely break

So hard to live
with all these
strings attached conditions
but in the end
we learn to exist
as best we can
within the boundaries
of acceptable restrictions

turn over new leaves
#return to a time before
my get up and go
got up and went out into
autumn rain from the get go

#haikufeels #vss365
#dailyhaikuprompt - New Leaves - Autumn Rain
#haiku #tanka #TankaThursday #senryu
#poetry #poetrycommunity #prompts

Once you have blown past
the point of no #return
you may as well speed up

Lose all forward resistance reservations
cause true commitment
demands personal acceleration
and lack of fearful reservation
about the fast approaching
unyielding walls
of hard consequence
ready to commence
dispensing a harsh life lesson

“I promise I’d #return,” said the midwife. She held a mask near Mia’s face. “Have some gas & air. You need some relief. Why you’ve been left without is anyone’s guess.”
Mia hesitated.
“Take it, Mia,” Tom said softly. “You don’t have to be brave here. This isn’t over yet.” #vss365