Back in 2006, I was doing something on the internet like trying to get to that screen that I would be able to play games and even download some without being charged for it. . .for free, at least that's what they say to get you to check it out...(remember, nothing's free-somehow, some way, you'll pay) then if you see something from one of their sponsors that does pique your interest and you click on it, you will surely spend another half an hour finishing up their survey and going through their wares and sponsors...but I hadn't even finished the original survey I started to get the game I was wanting to play and that was over 45 minutes ago...Man...what a come-on! . . .Make me wonder abut my focus... anyways, I kept getting interrupted by popups wanting me to order this and order that. LOOK! LOOK! It was actually a head-turner when I got a popup for a free entry to a poetry contest with the opportunity to win $10,000. That sounded good, gotta try. Right? Seize the moment. But at that point, all those "barkers" did a pretty good job at making me weary and were beginning to work their way under my skin. So if you read my poem below that just effortlessly "poured"out of me, you can maybe understand where my head was at. Fortunately, the form of communication I was utilizing, poetry, just so happens to be one of the highest forms of communication us humans can engage in. Look at that, I was so disgusted with the carnival barking popups on the internet I was almost contemptuous writing my poem...but poetry is such a high vibratory rate. it still ended up making reference to the correct way to conduct one's self- to walk the path of least resistance. So, I thought...well, I could write a poem, and I followed the come-on. "Highway To Gold" was the result of that. (MAN! can I philabuster!?!?)
If you find it hard to read, click on the picture, it becomes a little easier;
or CLICK HERE and view the poem at Poetry.com
You can imagine my surprise when I an email came back
Then, my boyfriend says,"You didn't just now write that, did you?" I had to look at him. . .he was right next to me the whole time. Then he says,"I bet you can't write one about you and me that quick." Of course I can. Pen in hand (again). . . . . . .
(In 30 Minutes or Less)
Proof
I submitted an address and gave them my name.
They had so many sponsors selling their wares
All hoping to e-mail more "e-nightmares".
One wanted a poem with cash to win
So I made up a poem and turned it in.
You challenged me - prove my ability
To conjure the words so you could see.
Make me a poem about you and me,
Then there'll be proof and believe it to be.
When will the tests quit?
Should I be docile, stay mum and submit?
No, babe, I'll forever respond
And continue to prove above and beyond
That when it is said, I say it true
..........(Hey Baby, get this . . . I love you!)
No, really, you can ask, if you must have the proof,
But don't put me out and leave me aloof.
If you don't want to hear what's hard to believe,
Just tell me to go and I'll take my leave.
I know that's not what you want to hear,
But you still raise your brow and give me that leer.
It's okay, I get that a lot
For my merits are hard-earned and cannot be bought.
And I understand that "it just can't be!
Someone like you spending time with me."
Check it out, it's me with you!
Isn't that funny, I think that too!
One day you'll trust what I say to be true
Just keep on checking to find that new view
Of occurances happening out of the blue
For. . .all things are possible with love.
; )
