Perhaps, once unlocked, one finds
Apps are rooms behind the blinds
Wallpapers comfort the eyes
Echo-chambers respin lies
Trash can always be retrieved
Flashed memories, not believed
More and more, you are alone
You're always home with your phone
Don’t buy this car for shine or speed,
this one is special, just what you need.
The kind of peace a road alone can't hold,
the warmth of this metal feels illegal to be sold.
Its seats have softened storms and fears,
they’ve carried every feeling through the years;
and when your own days twist or break,
this car will steady what you take.
Its windows frame the world with grace,
its miles will meet you face to face;
it will teach your heart to breathe again,
to trust the road, to trust the wind.
So take the keys to this unreal steel.
It’s where your future learns to finally feel.
There's a word I often hear is it an alibi,
it's that four letter word of busy
So what does busy mean, an excuse to procrastinate
or is it that your brain is in a tizzy
One could merely state,
I chose to put lesser issues aside
Some important issues arose,
my attention was required
So does busy apply when,
you are busy watching tee vee
Does busy apply when you have a mobile phone
always in the hand, diversion required instantly
Does busy apply when the mobile phone does ring
and it's a voice you don't want to hear
Does busy apply when you're spending time at home
busily drinking lots of beer
Does busy apply when
you are spending time asleep
Does busy apply apply when you are following
the ways of all the other sheep
The way of modern life especially in the cities
everyone seemingly in such a frantic busy rush
I recall my boyhood days many years ago
it's much more relaxing living in the bush
They are running from the self
try to satisfy their lives
the meaning that they are seeking,
it rarely arrives
Chasing hedonistic pleasures
when the answer lies within
Eliminate the anger
a new life will begin
They are flying into Bali
into Africa and Spain
A brief migration round the world
to ease the wretched pain
Entertainment thrives aplenty
to dull the anxious mind
Find peace and love and harmony
to leave the woes behind
While running on the streets
be it walk or jog
A mobile phone adorns the hand
to check another blog
There's legal and illegal drugs
bottles of red wine
They shove it down their gullets,
believe it's all benign
The ill begotten habits
that send them all awry
Does the illness that pervades the human race
fall out of the sky??!!!!!
What is the final outcome
of the twisted soul so poor
Direct the populace from joyousness
create another war
A solution that people must pursue
many times a repeat
Find the peace and love and harmony
which persists inside of you
i wish for the breeze
to be stronger than the rain
to be sharper than a blade
for the roof and door
of this charge-fueled mobile
to pierce right through them
Waking in the palm of your hand,
A universe of spinning worlds unfolds—
Neon dreams and ancient lore,
From jungle beats to mythic shores.
No app downloads, just instant play,
HTML5 magic on your way—
Free spins dance, multipliers soar,
Jackpots rising, evermore.
Scroll through themes and epic tales,
From glittering gems to pirate sails.
Every tap—a pulse, a thrill,
Responsive beats that never still.
Trust the vault, the licensed gate,
Secure and fair, with healthy restraint.
Set your spin, respect the game—
Responsible fun, the core’s the same.
Play the demo first, feel the spark,
A teaser’s glimpse before you embark.
From mobile slot adventures at UnionSlots with Starburst’s glow
To Rainbow’s gleam where winnings flow.
So spin the night on mobile beams,
Let bonus rounds fuel your schemes.
In shrinking screens, vast worlds reside—
Mobile slots in the UK where fortune and fun collide.
Whatever happened to the telephone book
enquiring minds need to know
there hasn't been one here for years
so wherever did it go
and what about the telephone box
or the answer machine
I haven't seen either near it's clear
they're few and far between
they went the way of the dodo
long before their time
as not everyone I know owns a mobile phone
and no you may not use mine
we used to flip the pages
let our fingers do the walking
but now with not a lot to say
there's way too far much talking
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layer a graham cracker crust
with graham crackers and
shortbread cookies
2 cup of graham crackers
2 cups of shortbread cookie
1 c of butter
3 cups of softened cream cheese
2 cups of melted butter pecan ice-cream
1/2 cup of sugar
3 eggs
4 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 tablespoons of flour
1 teaspoon of vanilla
3 tablespoon of nut liquer
1/2 of butter
1/4 c of chocolate chips
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I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home,
about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome,
about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges,
and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes.
It's a nice, cozy little home,
where every day, I try to write at least one new spanking poem -- oops!
one spanking new poem.
A sweet sword
Hanging on my brain door
Shining with a mystical might
Flavors that are vicious and bright
It cuts my invisible emotional ties
And takes me on a roller-coaster ride
Diving into the ocean of E-life
Everything else seems to be a lie
A new tool “E-divine”
That sets the bar upright
The windows shut and doors closed
The real world carved is a piece of art
The blood has taken another route
The arteries and veins left the chat
Those sweet verbal exchanges are now Emojis
Wholesome is the new hole
The deepest spot is not a place anymore
It is the screen that displays “battery low”
Oh ! what hollow lives we lead
Gazing at our screens
Like robots on automation
Avoiding human contact
Losing touch with nature
Basking in the sunlight
Or submerging in moonbeams
Dancing with the waves
Or playing on the greens
In the digital world
We flirt with virtual lovers
Far from reality
Who are not what they seem
Oh! What a facade
What a hollow existence we live!
Small guys or bigger, all have a mobile,
E’en tattered beggars… all have a mobile.
Social-media eager has a mobile,
Be they big bloggers… all have a mobile.
Even a gravedigger has a mobile,
Or well-known figures… all have a mobile.
One not sweet like sugar has a mobile,
Or sweet-voiced singers… all have a mobile.
Every Tom, Dick, Meagre has a mobile,
Big figure leaguers… all have a mobile.
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Ghazal (Tongue-in-cheek) |11.10.2024| humour
Poet’s note: Every Tom, Dick, Meagre has a mobile, as this Ghazal claims, but many true leaguers do not bother about smart phones. The world truly runs by the people that keep low profile. The billionaire investor Warren Buffet used no smart mobile for long years till Apple’s Tim Cook gave one insisting on its use. He does not waste time on social media. Pop Singer Ed Shiran also does not use smart mobile, and says, I used to see world through mobile’s screen, but now I see it with my own eyes. We can add actor Tom Cruise and singer Justine Bieber in this list, and quite a few more.
It's a sad sad day when a mother's attention sways from her
Little daughter swimming
To a social media prison
I kid not these are indeed the last days
I look left and right I can't say I'm amazed
Women giving no attention to the lives they bore
Heads stuck in a mobile phone it's neglect to the core
Can't you spare a moment for your little light
There's something wrong with the picture
It's just not right
As your sons and daughters push out the strokes
Heads bobbing up look at me mummy
No you can't give them your time
Your head lost in a phone
It's social media time
They were once in your tummy
Their little hearts sinking as hope dwindles
In this lost society
What's more important than the child you bore.
The wiener mobile should be here at eleven I said.
My straight man principal’s blue eyes went up into his head
They will love it, I reassured him, and all students will be fed.
This happy day was arranged by my goofy cousin, bi-polar Ned.
Ned came tearing up in the first wiener mobile we had ever seen.
He gave me a super noogie, calling me a worry wort queen.
My students were horrified, on my cheeks there was more than a sheen.
Ned fed every child in the school, before he called me an idiot bean.
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