The Keyboard Conspiracy

That phony fading "A" on my keyboard
Keeps messing with my mind,
And I'm in distress.
Its cold, conniving schemes I have ignored
But now it has aligned
Itself with my "S."

I know they've been taking advantage of me!
Scheming and whispering stealthily.
They're hoping I'll screw up and hit the wrong key.
It's an evil keyboard conspiracy.

That phony fading "S" on my keyboard
Is wobbling nervously,
And sometimes it sticks.
It's seemingly sincere, so aboveboard;
But it's luring the "D"
And "C," its sidekicks.

I know they've been taking advantage of me!
Scheming and whispering stealthily.
They're hoping I'll screw up and hit the wrong key.
It's an evil keyboard conspiracy.

I'm an excellent speller—they know it—
Not the sad typo king they claim I've become!
I take liberties, sure; I'm a poet;
But they're making me lace my coffee with rum!

It's true, they've been taking advantage of me!
Scheming and whispering stealthily.
They're hoping I'll screw up and hit the wrong key.
It's an evil keyboard conspiracy.

© 2025 David Acosta

Springtime Sonnet

I came across a vale one afternoon
While quietly, aimlessly wandering.

In the wind I heard a wonderful tune:
"Let all the earth rejoice now and welcome spring!"

As clouds appeared, snug snapdragons looked up;
Lilies restless laughed and perfumed the air;
Wild tulips stretched—each bloom a thirsty cup.

What role was I to play among them there?

The raindrops fell; they soaked that flow'ry field.

They drenched my clothes and washed away my woes; 

Then I, enraptured, cried out, "I will yield!"

I knelt and prayed, and happily arose.
"I must rejoice!" I told the setting sun; 

Why should these blissful blooms have all the fun?


© 2025 David Acosta

Everywhereness

In the middle of my nothingness
I've been discovering everything
I thought I knew;

In this unexpected gladsomeness,

In a song I never thought I'd sing,

I'm finding you.

And it's sobering, to say the least,

Though it isn't grandiose;

It's a simple, sweet, subdued awareness.

And it's hardly festive; there's no feast;

But I need not be morose.

I no longer doubt your everywhereness.

No soiree for VIPs tonight,

No sleek limousine or fancy clothes,

No chic hotspot;

In this quiet place, this unmapped site

I am far away, but I am close

To the love I've sought.

And it's sobering, to say the least,

Though it isn't grandiose;

It's a simple, sweet, subdued awareness.

And it's hardly festive; there's no feast;

But I need not be morose.

I no longer doubt your everywhereness.

I remember chasing neon dreams

In dark realms where shadows cold

Seek to numb the pain that never goes away.

I no longer hear the silent screams,

The clamor within my soul

That haunted me so; I know I'm here to stay.

And it's sobering, to say the least,

Though it isn't grandiose;

It's a simple, sweet, subdued awareness.

And it's hardly festive; there's no feast;

But I need not be morose.

I no longer doubt your everywhereness.

© 2025 David Acosta