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Let It Ring

R******ing
Excuse me a second please, �Hello?�

We have been trained
Residents of this modern age
Programmed to respond.
We can be cooking, bathing,
Gardening
Watching a movie
Playing an instrument
Convalescing
Visiting with friends
Making love . . .
But we jump
the moment that particular tone
pierces our tranquility
Worse, most are wrong numbers
Random surveys
where we now get the opportunity to respond
to computer generated questions
WOW!

Have you any idea
how many precious moments
have been disrupted by that intrusive timbre?
Well I do, too many
Kisses cut short
Recipes ruined
Ironing burned
Yes, even babies lost
It must stop
Technology for itself is not enough
There must be reason
Or we are the ones being used

So the next time
That bell goes off inside your brain
Think first � then
Let it Ring



Copyright �1998 by Fred William Atchison. All rights reserved.

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Morning Coffee

Through clouded mind
pass vague sensations
Only partially registering reality
or extremities
Until you brew that sacred potion
The cauldron chamber
emanating aromatic opiates

Inhaling essence
I am your willing prisoner
Drink deeply
Quench this elemental thirst
Awakening every cell of perception
Anchoring consciousness to form

Inter-dimensional elixir
You weave your spell
through every vein and sinew
I am once again mortal
Inhabiting place and time
No longer vacuous and intangible
Ahhhhhhhh!

Thank you,
I will have another



Copyright �1998 by Fred William Atchison. All rights reserved.
Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic � First Journey (Sept. 2000)


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You Heard

So, you heard someone�s telling lies
Spreading rumors all over town
About how cold you are to be around
Well baby
Lets face the facts
I know only too well
You ain�t the nicest person to be with
Remember, I�m the last one you walked out on
So if you�re wondering who said it
Look no further
They probably heard it from me

They heard it �cause its true
Maybe you can fool the fools
But I was the one
who felt that back-door-slam
Left holding the dreams
we planned together
And a gaping hole in my heart
That�s just now begun to mend

I am sorry if it hurts
That was never my intention
I do know how it feels
But folks catch on and ask what�s wrong
Should I lie for you still?
When inside there�s no feeling left?
I don�t think so

Consider it the price of a ticket
If it�s hot when the spot is on you
Well, what do you know
On something, we finally agree
If someone heard it
They must have heard it from me



Copyright �1998 by Fred William Atchison. All rights reserved.

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