Tweetoems

By Sam Lann

Tweeted poems, word plays from the start of 2015 to May 2018.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sam Lann
• Release date: Jan 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310498992

Sam Lann

This is my world. Come inside. Step right up. Step right up. Don't be shy, come inside. The children run and play.Their elders watch and stay. Wonders you will see, visions filled with trees, the castles of my dreams, filled with bloody screams. Come and play the children say, live a lifetime while you stay. Come and play the children say, all the monsters you can slay. So stay a while, make me smile, move a tile, build a file, take it easy, get sleepy, stay dreamy, get weepy. As my world is turning, the fires deep are burning, to fill your heart with yearning, for all the things you're learning. There's always another ship of fools to take you to a grand old school, to be the big boss's tool and his fat bastard's fool. But have fun, run in the sun, pull out a plum, slap a bum, tumble and run, have fun in the sun. And if you lose a day or moon, don't swoon, pick up your stools and shoes, there's a grownup world of fools waiting for needless broken tools. The sun and the moon and the stars, they're really not that far, they grow within your heart, to reach it use my art.

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Tweetoems 2015-2018

By Sam Lann

Published by Sam Lann at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 2016 2017 2018 Sam Lann

Word plays and poems tweeted from 2015 to May 2018. Dedicated to my little lion queen.

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When I first began the twitter account it was with a complete lack of understanding of social media, and it shows. The fun in it was trying to limit something of meaning into 140 characters ("since brevity is the soul of wit''), a western version of Haiku. Then they changed it. I've sent enough notes in bottles into those seas, tide and time will take them away to drift on distant shores.

These are my last twitter posts. It is unlikely there will be anymore so time to wrap it up and bring it up to date.

Sam Lann is a pen name, nom de plume if you like it French, but it is my birth name, just trimmed a bit here and there to clean off the rickrack and ruffles.

Sounds of distance

May 10, 2018

I stare into those dark, dismal eyes without a care. It can not take, it can not give, to a life well-lived.

There is a grace that I may share, but it is only here in this thin mountain air that you would care to share these thoughts and guilt and losses; all of a life left behind down there.

You look up for hope, to see a sparkling light - but it is merely stark sunlight reflecting off a stream of salty tears.

I am done, but my life is undone, or not done with me; so I sojourn, wait a while, in this vale of tears.

A flight of fancy, a hippogriff, may stay a while, make me smile, and pass the time.

And should a need there be to leave early, why, a day or three is all it takes to drink it up and get some sleep.

500000

May 01, 2018

500,000.

That's the kilometers commuted in twenty-five years.

Could've gone to the moon, around, and half-way back instead of trundling on tracks with my back to the pack as a husband, a father, a nameless commuter.

A half million klicks, or forty balloon trips across typhoons and monsoons and new and old moons, or a little bit more as pole to pole great circle explorer.

Five hundred thousand. What is that? A five and five zeros.

500 000. That sends a message.

Five hundred 1000s, that's a lot of pennies, but not much money in today's bitcoin hurry. In grandad's day you could take it and run away, playing ducks and drakes everyday, the spendthrift for a year and a day.

But a tonne and a half of grandad's pennies, now that has feel, and a great weight, even if copper is only worth it's own weight.

So what do you do, and how do you count, what makes it worthwhile when you're down for the count?

Facebook likes? Tinder swipes? Flybuy miles? Or happy smiles?

Traditions of old

April 16, 2018

Legacies of hatred

hotbeds of rage

prime the atomic age.

Kaiju