the writing and photography of Neil Kramer

Pressing the Keys

Do you feel the energy as I peck with my finger.
I know you are there. But does my voice linger?

How do my words sound? What am I saying?
Why do I do this? Is anyone paying? $$$

This summer, remember to refresh with a Coke.
Ha Ha, a dumb monetization joke.

Let’s get to the point of why I am here.
I’m turning to you because no one is near.

And with a little sadness in my heart tonight.
I decided to just get up and and write.

And writing bad poems gives me a full-fledged chuckle.
Even if true poets think I’m a major schmuck-le.

(Listen to the sound of the pressing of the keys. Not the words.)


  1. Kim

    Trying to avoid sounding like Frasier Crane, but I’m listening.

  2. claire

    Hey, Neil. I hear you.

    The Bartok piece reminds me of one my Dad has been looking for for ages. ‘Bout time I looked for it again. Cheers.

  3. Titanium

    There’s a bit of poetry in everything, even a schmuck-le.

  4. Bridget

    I enjoyed this schmuck-ly rhyme.
    I hope you’ll write another sometime.

  5. sizzle

    “schmuckle” – I like it.

  6. headbang8

    Ah, Ogden Nash has a lot to answer for.


    P.S. I live in Germany. “Schmuckle” sounds just fine to me.

  7. C...

    Sad melody to a somewhat whimsical poem.

  8. Gwen

    Have you ever considered a next career in greeting card writing? I think you might be onto something.

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