TugO’War (for Java, I get it)

I have tried

God knows how

I have tried

Standing on my

Side and holding

This rope letting

You win and

Drag me through

The mud of

Your life hoping

To eventually pull

You back through

To my side

But no once

I was winning

You dropped your

Rope knee deep

In mud saying

I’d rather stay

Here and wallow

Staring in disbelief

Pleading asking why

I dropped mine

And returned home

Letting you stay

Where you’ve always

Wanted to be

In your mud

But now I

Understand why whereas

Your mud is

Knee deep my

Mud’s deep enough

To drown in

AppRomance (for Java)

A long time

Ago in a

Faraway land called

Romance you showed

Your interest in

Another with conversation

An evening walk

Or sometimes even

Flowers and candy

But today in

The land called

Apps it’s performed

By a tap

Or a wink

Or a woof

Or a smile

Or even I

Suppose swipe right

SeriesFinale

Just once more

One more time

We will meet

Then I’m gone

The series finale

Only ever reruns

To be watched

Kept and revered

Let this time

This last time

Be the one

Which wins awards

Enjoys the applause

And most watched

Until our reunion

Episode eventually airs

Radio (to Java)

When you’re quiet

I know that

You’re doing things

Other than me

But your silence

Brings no comfort

For I sit

Waiting for the

Radio that you’ve

Become that I’ve

Learned to rely

To find its

Station so I

Can sing along

Seesaw

At first we

We’re children on

A seesaw giggling

And laughing as

Up we went

And down we’d

Go but over

Time it wasn’t

Just us on

The seesaw it

Was everything and

Everyone else that

Wanted to ride

Our ride and

All this weight

Changed our seesaw

From a pleasure

And into life

The glee gone

Now just up

And down and

Up and down