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Blessed be
the things that beep
throughout the day, my life to keep:
the fire alarm with batt'ry low
the coffee maker, brew aglow
the microwave, when dinner's done
the timer, true, at ten to one
the bread machine, the friendly phone,
blood pressure gauge with tinkly tone.
Blessed be
the things that beep
but now, desist....
I need my sleep!
© by Phyllis Beckman.
Used with the author's permission.
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Phyllis Beckman lives in Onalaska, Wisconsin, where she writes a poem every day and shares it with 76 family members and friends. She credits the Tuesday Edition of the Mississippi Valley Writers of La Crosse, Wisconsin and the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets for ongoing inspiration and encouragement.
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stojud:
Phyllis, You are such a gem. I love and appreciate you and your talent. Thanks for writing and keep it coming.
Posted 03/28/2011 08:02 AM
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kayrutherford:
great phyllis. love it. thanks, k
Posted 03/14/2011 01:00 PM
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Phyllis Beckman:
Back story:
This poem was written in response to the age old existential question, "Why IS the fire alarm beeping?" Where
DOES the battery "go" when it "goes"?!?
Where DOES the power disperse? Hmmmm...call Einstein to discretely "inquire"? OR ponder the problem in verse?
Posted 03/14/2011 05:00 AM
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Jobe:
Phyllis is one of the most gifted poets I know. She's always surprising and delighting those of us who are blessed to be in writing group with her! Hooray, Phyllis!
Posted 03/13/2011 03:24 PM
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rosawood:
Phyllis writes her lovely verse for our UU fellowship. Thanks for publishing online.
Rosalind
Posted 03/13/2011 01:42 PM
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Joe Sottile:
Yes, bless things that beep, ever so silently like our hearts, and good poetry. Thank you Phyllis and Jayne.
Posted 03/13/2011 11:38 AM
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