IMAGINATIONS
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      Same
      Old
      Story
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      same
      old
      story,
      the
      same
      old
      song
     
    
   
   
    
     
      One
      broken
      heart
      that
      just
      couldn’t
      hold
      on.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      was
      perfectly
      complete
      at
      the
      start
     
     
      But,
      bit
      by
      bit,
      it
      was
      torn
      apart.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Aching
      with
      loneliness,
     
    

    
     
      frozen
      with
      fear
     
    

    
     
      It
      got
      weaker
      and
      weaker,
      year
      after
      year.
     
     
      Pieces
      were
      stolen;
      lost
      due
      to
      theft
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Hope
      slowly
      vanished
      ‘til
      no
      more
      was
      left.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      One
      innocent
      heart,
      which
      never
      knew
      joy
     
     
      Was
      shattered
      forever,
      by
      one
      troubled
      boy
     
     
      But
      it’s
      never
      no
      longer
      hurting;
     
    

    
     
      It
      ended
      the
      war.
     
    

    
     
      It’s
      eternally
      silent;
     
    

    
     
      That
      heart
      beats
      no
      more.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      same
      old
      story,
      the
      same
      old
      song
     
    
   
   
    
     
      One
      broken
      heart
      that
      just
      couldn’t
      hold
      on.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      --Janette
      Callbeck
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Computer
      Talk
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Bad
      or
      missing!
     
    

    
     
      I
      feel
      like
      kissing
     
    

    
     
      The
      whole
      damn
      thing
      goodbye.
     
     
      Try
      as
      I
      might
      I
      can’t
      get
      it
      right
     
     
      But
      still
      I
      continue
      to
      try.
      i
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Replace
      disk
      A
     
    

    
     
      It
      continues
      to
      say
     
    

    
     
      So
      that
      is
      the
      thing
      that
      I
      do.
     
    

    
     
      Still
      it
      won’t
      work
     
    

    
     
      “Cause
      of
      some
      little
      quirk
     
    

    
     
      In
      a
      program
      I
      know
      is
      brand
      new.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Dos
      is
      its
      name,
     
    

    
     
      Aggravation
      its
      game,
     
    

    
     
      IBM
      seems
      to
      fit
      in
      somewhere.
     
     
      Virus
      or
      worms
     
    

    
     
      Or
      some
      such
      terms
      :
     
     
      Seem
      to
      fly
      at
      me
      from
      everywhere.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      All
      I
      want
      is
      to
      write
     
    

    
     
      But
      it
      tells
      me
      to
      byte
     
    

    
     
      Or
      some
      such
      crazy
      thing.
     
    

    
     
      Insert
      or
      delete
     
    

    
     
      I’ll
      admit
      that
      I’m
      beat
     
    

    
     
      So
      I
      dread
      what
      tomorrow
      will
      bring.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      --Alice
      L.
      Gallant
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Will
      This
      Class
     
     
      Ever
      End?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      To
      understand?
     
     
      This
      room’s
      a
      bore.
     
     
      Vague
      mutterings...
     
     
      I'll
      hear
      no
      more!!
     
     
      My
      mind
      will
      drift,
     
     
      From
      stuffy
      class;
     
     
      Destroy
      ennui
     
    

    
     
      Like
      fragile
      glass...
     
     
      To
      dragon
      dreams,
     
     
      And
      ladies
      fair;
     
    

    
     
      Of
      battles
      won
     
     
      And
      losses
      rare.
     
    

    
     
      Of
      Mardi
      Gras,
     
     
      And
      Human
      Torch,
     
     
      Or
      Superman,
     
    

    
     
      Or
      back
      yard
      porch...
     
     
      The
      only
      problem
     
     
      Still
      remains,
     
    

    
     
      Is
      dreams
      all
     
    

    
     
      End
     
    

    
     
      Too
      soon...
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      mind
      drifts
      back,
     
     
      To
      here
      and
      now;
     
     
      Can’t
      stay
      away,
     
    

    
     
      I
      don’t
      know
      how
     
     
      To
      stay
      in
      dreams,
     
     
      For
      all
      class
      time...
     
     
      Must
      come
      to
      Earth
     
     
      And
      seek
      a
      sign;
     
    

    
     
      Of
      major
      parts,
     
    

    
     
      Of
      what
      was
      missed:
     
     
      The
      statements
      droned,
     
     
      Ideas
      hissed...
     
     
      Check
      in,
      for
      now,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ~
      See
      what’s
      to
      know;
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Then
      back
      to
      dreams,
     
     
      And
      off
      I
      go.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      --Herb
      Rotfeld
     
     
      Associate
      Professor
      of
      Marketing
     
     
      Auburn
      University,
      Alabama
      —
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Destiny
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I’m
      so
      scared.
     
    

    
     
      I’m
      trembling
     
    

    
     
      Way
      down
      deep
      inside,
     
     
      To
      think
     
    

    
     
      That
      if
      I
      told,
     
    

    
     
      You
      might
      say
     
    

    
     
      Never
      come
      back.
     
    

    
     
      I
      couldn’t
      handle
      that.
     
     
      I
      need
      to
      know
     
    

    
     
      That
      I
      can
      see
      you,
     
     
      Whenever
      I
      feel
     
    

    
     
      The
      time
      is
      right.
     
    

    
     
      I
      love
      you.
     
    

    
     
      That
      is
      my
      destiny,
      ©
     
     
      And
      my
      curse.
     
    

    
     
      I
      love
      you.
     
    

    
     
      But
      I
      am
      not
      allowed.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Until
      the
      tears
     
    

    
     
      I
      am
      waiting
      waiting
      waiting
     
    

    
     
      for
      the
      moment
      you’ll
      arrive.
      -
     
     
      lam
      struggling,
      struggling,
      struggling,
     
     
      just
      so
      I'll
      survive.
     
    

    
     
      I
      am
      hoping
      hoping
      hoping,
     
    

    
     
      that
      the
      moment
      will
      come
      soon.
     
     
      I
      am
      counting
      counting
      counting
     
     
      all
      the
      seconds
      until
      noon.
     
    

    
     
      I
      am
      sighing,
      sighing,
      sighing,
     
     
      for
      I
      still
      am
      not
      with
      you.
     
    

    
     
      I
      am
      crying,
      crying,
      crying,
     
    

    
     
      as
      the
      hour
      turns
      to
      two.
     
    

    
     
      Like
      waves
      upon
      the
      ocean,
     
     
      Standing
      serenely
     
    

    
     
      Over
      those
      less
      steadfast.
     
     
      Torn
      by
      the
      ravages
      of
      time.
     
     
      The
      survivor
      of
      many
     
    

    
     
      A
      winter
      storm.
     
    

    
     
      Constantly
      adapting,
     
    

    
     
      To
      the
      winds
      of
      necessity.
     
    

    
     
      A
      sanctuary
     
    

    
     
      For
      those
      who
      would
      enter,
     
    

    
     
      And
      bring
      peace.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      --Alice
      L.
      Gallant
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      Ant
     
    
   
   
    
     
      If
      you’ve
      ever
      stepped
      on
      an
      ant,
     
     
      You'll
      know
      my
      words
      are
      true.
     
     
      As
      your
      foot
      steps
      upon
      it,
     
    

    
     
      It
      starts
      to
      turn
      to
      ‘‘goo.’’
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      as
      you
      see
      it
      dying,
     
    

    
     
      your
      heartlessness
      shines
      through.
     
     
      Instead
      of
      feeling
      sorry
      for
      it,
     
     
      you
      scrape
      it
      off
      your
      shoe.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      --Janette
      Callbeck