We made our padded rooms,
Trampoline parks for a time,
For bouncing off the walls,
As we crash into the side.
Those clouds our leather breakers,
Eroding rolling rows,
Salty tongues to a gobstopper ball,
Cancelling the storm.
Strapped into a jacket,
A hopping biped fowl,
From pterosaur to Christmas baste
Skin golden crisped to taste.
Thrown off the pier a flip,
Does blind the inner ear,
To up or down, or sand or air,
Our skull: the barycentre sphere.
Clouds overhang again,
Dangled down on unseen strings
A sea of puppets bobbing,
On white lip crests of sea.
Thrown like a bottled ship,
Lab foetus in a jar,
My pickled skin, burned crisp like chicharrón,
A whole communion of my form.
I was arrested,
Locked in a prison I call my mind
Battling with thoughts.
When did life stop being kind?
As a kid I knew no pain
Didn't know it won't remain the same.
I was taught not to cry,
No matter how hard life hits.
Blossom Monyei
These hand sized gadgets is something we use to communicate
We use these devices to relate good news that can't wait
We take pictures and create memories of our experiences
Also to record a conversation or video criminal offenses
Many addictions have been created as technology evolves
Different social medias and games to keep everyone involved
One phone seems to vary in cost from another
With apps such as FaceTime to help distant lovers
Those are the advantages but there's also disadvantages
Those that causes you to put your neighbor in bandages.
A conversation full of joy or an argument that's perplexed
You end up taking someone's life while sending a message in a text
You can't drive and focus while someone is screaming in your ear
Attempting to do so is like jumping rope after having a few beers
Know when and how a cell phone should be used
A topic that this current generation has confused
The clinic feels like Alcatraz.
There’s no escape in this love.
I feel a growing sense of alarm
when you don’t return that night.
The doctor decides to sound calm
& I’m coerced into negotiating a settlement.
Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.
I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My kids are in a rabbit hole, they forgot how life can feel.
(Chorus)
We're on an oven burner, like a doomed toad—
So let’s get out of here, get this show on the road,
We'll ride wild ponies, neighing by the sea.
We'll go back to living, we'll go back to free.
It helps sometimes to leave a comfort zone,
Children connected to the whole world, but to me they seem alone.
The old ways had their wisdom, and a simpler moral code,
Let’s flip this circus upside down; get this show back on the road.
He's taken some shots..David Mc'Bride.' For truth and
Reality..He could not let it ride.' Lies and false premise.'
He was not on their side.' He is striving for equity thats
David Mc'Bride.' In the spirit of Australia he stood at Asaunge's side..Just the same for the ANZACS..C'mon now lets hear it.'
David Mc'Bride I call to our Hero's Lillie and Warne. John
Monash, Ned Kelly.. I beleive they'd not scorn.' In fact I
See their sheer outrage.' Can you imagine what they'd
Say.??? Well i'll speak out for them.' Back the true blue
Today..Stand up for Australia.' Stand strong do your bit'
Lets spring this hero Aussie.' As mostly, the judicary is not worth!
His bloody, spit.!!!
Steel bars whisper cold truths at night,
A jungle of killers, no room for fright.
Survival ain't luck, it's blood and bone,
Earn your name or die unknown.
Respect ain't given, it's taken in war,
A blade in the dark, a fist to the jaw.
Weakness is death, don’t flinch, don’t fold,
Only the ruthless make it old.
No second chances, no rewind, no grace,
One wrong move, they’ll rearrange your face.
Ain’t no nine lives, just one shot to last,
Make it count or fade fast.
The yard’s a battlefield, the rules are clear,
Stand your ground, show no fear.
If it goes down, handle your biz,
Ain’t no mercy where killers live.
Every step’s a test, every glance a threat,
A life of war, no time for regret.
You bang with the hardest, you earn your place,
Or get erased without a trace.
Chains don’t break, they only weigh,
A lifetime lost, but dues to pay.
You either rise or rot away,
In the penitentiary, where demons play.
She said I love you.
I said I love you.
The waitress said I love you.
The table of ten said I love you.
Am I in a movie?
Will they soon break out in song?
We broke out in laughter.
It’s all right though it feels all wrong.
Perhaps the whole world could learn -
unashamedly exclaim the same;
and laughter, likewise engages the heart.
~ ~ ~
Elle a dit je t’aime.
J’ai dit je t'aime.
La serveuse a dit je t’aime.
La table de dix personnes a dit je t’aime.
Suis-je dans un film?
Vont-ils bientôt se mettre a chanter?
Nous avons éclaté de rire.
C’est bien, même si ça semble mal.
Peut-être que le monde entier pourrait apprendre -
s’exclamer sans honte la même chose;
et le rire engage également le cœur.
Kyrielle Sonnet
They search, phones held tightly, spellbound
moments parting in the background
phone screens, maybe the newest pill
Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will?
They’re seeking this life’s cutting-edge
is it their hearts and souls they’ll pledge?
from where they stand, life’s all downhill
Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will?
They know that life moves by, passing
finger on the screen, amassing
dreams lost, is life at a standstill?
Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will?
They search, phones held tightly, spellbound
Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will?
Don’t!
Don’t put your thoughts on paper
Don’t dare to think out loud
Don’t express on social media
Don’t put them up in cloud
Don’t criticize the useless
Don’t voice a point of view
Don’t flex your vocal cord
Don’t think you’re immune
Six burly officers are coming
Because of something you said
They crash the door early morning
And they’ll tear you from your bed
They’ll whisk you down the bridewell
Slam you in a six foot by eight
The CID will make you confess
About all the things that you hate
You can shop lift for a past time
Carry a machete along the road
Threaten cut all white throats
And never do as your told
Keep your gob shut firm and tight
Take the pen and put it down
Don’t tweet early morn or late night
Decent is only for a clown.
David Cox 29/03/25
We sit inches apart,
glowing screens between us,
a thousand miles wide.
We speak in echoes,
algorithm-fed replies,
pre-packaged thoughts
we never owned.
I send you a message.
You send back a reaction.
A digital thumb,
a cartoon heart,
a flicker of presence—
then gone.
We gather in crowded rooms,
silent, heads bowed in reverence
to the gospel of notifications.
A congregation of ghosts,
all here,
all absent.
Your voice is there, but flattened.
Your eyes are there, but dimmed.
I reach for you—
but you are buffering.
And yet, we post proof of life,
a curated display
of curated selves,
hoping someone, somewhere,
will see beyond the pixels,
will touch something real.
But no one does.
Because we are so connected,
yet we can’t see each other anymore.
We first met coasting the blurred lines
of the information superhighway. We
exchanged polite words and respectful
kindness, though we seldom saw or heard
each other.
I am the old man of touch and eye contact,
you are the princess of text and illusions.
I adapt to your hot realms, to your affinity
for glittering screens because past and future,
old and young are but shadows cast
over the now.
Once I learned the rules, I believed in you.
You are alive and fragrant within the text
you deliver each moment of each day.
In the photos you send, in the stories you share,
you thrive and brighten my journey!
Social Media Princess,
my apps erect you through your words,
like the heroine I love in my favorite novel,
the perfect Eidolon in my dreams.
You return, making your offerings
again, and again. I somehow hear your
whispering words soothing my
solitary hungry heart. I somehow awaken
to your textual passion and kindness,
to my love and longing for you.
a cell phone grows out of his right ear
he neither hears or sees his parents or his neighbors
When I was in my personal cell, I heard a low ring tone from my cell,
Actually it was the weakness of the cell, The buzz made a vibration in my body's cell, It remembered my pet dog's bark,
when the storm had broken the tree's bark, The noise formed the flight of the bat, Finally I created the bark as a cricket bat.
exciting days
my phone is frozen
i can call no one
text no one
email no one
i am on vacation
so my i-pad is at home
we are looking for a phone store
luckily t-mobile is two miles away
surely we can find that
we do
it takes a young man two seconds to fix it
and show me how to fix it myself
if it ever happens again
zero charge
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