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Random (dis)information’s endless scream,
Fibs and tidbits attacking by the gigabyte,
People exhibiting what for lunch they’ll bite,
In a chattersphere adoring the latest meme.

Too long have I been told where people go, 
Though my own location doth slip my mind. 
Relief from babble and babel is hard to find, 
When dull connections by the minute grow. 

For the solace of solitude I sometimes thirst, 
To hear what I think, not what others say. 
The urge to glue eyes to phone I can’t obey, 
Why log in when I'm putting my sanity first? 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 5/7/2018 8:43:00 PM
I love the term "chattersphere". It has exactly the right touch for this poem. Dull connections. My muse and I are both cheering this poem on. Nice!
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Bernard Chan
Date: 5/8/2018 2:06:00 AM
Thanks a lot for your lovely comment, Caren!
Date: 2/4/2018 6:27:00 AM
An excellent description my friend. The phone and internet can get too demanding - Sometimes I feel the best way is to unplug - Then the internet and phones go down :(- and we miss them- don't we? Lol ...Maria
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Bernard Chan
Date: 2/4/2018 7:44:00 AM
Yup, can't live with them, can't live without them. Thank you very much, Maria :)
Date: 2/3/2018 11:45:00 PM
Bernard... Unplugged! Enjoyed the read my friend. "To hear what I think..." indeed :) xomo!
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Bernard Chan
Date: 2/4/2018 2:37:00 AM
Thanks a lot, Maureen! :)