Best Digitally Poems
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There you go you have been identified
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You have been marked
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system
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Cataloged, tethered, and bound by a digital rope
0's and 1's
Forever lost digitally
And reasonably beyond hope
A sequence of numbers
To be put in a human catalogue
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To be accessed, reviewed, and assessed
Through the cyber fog
You are a number, not a name
You are part of the inventory
Of the cold hearted insane
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Welcome to the warehouse we call earth
We want your presence, we crave your birth
Another soul to feed the beast
Another set of digits to add to the feast
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No need to worry because you are free
Just never be late when you pay me
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9 little numbers to keep you straight
9 little ways to control your fate
Think of this when you obey
Live with this day by day
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It is the freedom
For which you pay
Log in, sign on, and punch the clock
My obedient tax paying flock
For the masses and your little number
You have been introduced
To the greed driven financial slumber
Welcome !
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Eric (and sometimes not)
"say Brian"
what is your poetry creed?"
POETRY IS AN ORAL ART AT ITS BEST WHEN RECITED
it then becomes a two-way unique one-off.experience .
ok then...to the detail-
"So is traditional line capitalisation ok with you?"
In RHYME ..YES..
but NOT otherwise as it creates a natural pause (ie it stilts) & thus disrupts the flow
"presumably thats why wrap-around lines are also a no-no for you? "
YES but mainly they are not visually conducive to read digitally or otherwise!
"Ok,I see that but what have
you got against those five forms
and the like,you know
acrostic,
kyrielle
terzanelle
villanelle
&pantoum etc? "
NOT against them per se
they can be good for a learning exercise,
a bit like scales are important when learning the piano
but are too contrived & mechanical IMHO for our art form
"Yet you like shape,visuals,emagi & ekphrasis verse! "
Indeed,they reveal my weakness for art in poetry!
"So why do you appear to dislike prose poetry!"
I don't dislike them as such, the two arts just don't mix for my taste.
"Are there particular forms that appeal?"
Rhyme,alliteration,clerihew,footle&hiku*(both in the singular especially)
tanka& American cinquain-will always ring my bell.
& of course
poetry in the OPEN VERSE style
which is what Brian?
**OPEN VERSE uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols relies upon 'the one breath limitation' this intuitive cadence pemits the 'reader' (reciter) to respond in an interpretative - interplay unique to the ' happening
Young man, I have seen it all
Yes, the days of old and new
I have watched it from far and near
From the break of dawn to sun set
Dripping in sweat and in blood
Drowning in tears and in grief
But you question my remote days
Term it backward and a dark era
You boast of yours being sophisticated
Digitally interconnected and free flowing
So true, but I'm still here
Much longer than you ever know
Look son, I am proud of my days
I had it rough and really tough
And it made me a strong world
Because I work with the heart to live
I took the long way to still be around today
Never an easy way my young man
I chose the days of trouble
So you can have peace in your time
But you blew it all away with your sophistication
Now your own world is crumbling upon you
Sadly, you end up at an early age
Because you chose the shortcuts to life
But I'm still here seeing you come and go
Painfully grieving your loss
Seeing you been buried is just too much to bear
But this is the world you created
You have a chance to turn it around
Learn the secret of this silver hair
Life is a sweet sorrow my dear boy
There is no easy way to live a life
Be contended for the little things
Work with a heart of love and with honesty
Pray for good health and not wealth
And let your church be your heart
Universal Education,
It’s no secret it’s no surprise that no one degree is set equal,
My question if money is universal and cash is on hand,
When money come digitally could one be forgiving of the debt ceiling,
I’ m no astronaut freedom above the land similar among quick sand,
But if money is universal and if the top one percent owned closed to 40 percent,
Of wealth what is it of a helping hand,
It’s like my dad said you can’t take money with you after you are dead,
It like a map and of the map is of land price not of stock but of food,
For a civilization and,
For a civilization to be going backers is to ask a question,
What if Columbus did not found America,
What if the Spanish never colonials,
Would the Boston massacre even need to been mention,
Is taxes of us or of history,
To not know of history take it for granted are we truly of free will,
Domination of economic where does freedom stands of a equal third fifth of,
A man set part of skill of equal education,
Universal Education.
I Stand Here- 'The Infinite Now'
I stand here silent within that vastness of mind
Awareness thru consciousness fleshly combined
Experiencing of emptiness with stillness aligned
Time and space with illusions eternally designed
Realities in constructing the Matrix surrounding
Third-density mirroring constructs compounding
Thoughts roaming thru naked echoes sounding
Words upon silence forever soporifically bounding
Past present future coexisting in realms synchronic
Vortexes of love thru hearts with speeds subsonic
Infinite now expanding thru virtual voids embryonic
Standing still digitally amidst secretions euphonic.
This poem is also a [B.R.]...backward reversible
Mind of vastness that within silent here stand I
Combined fleshly consciousness thru awareness
Aligned stillness with emptiness of experiencing
Designed eternally illusions with space and time
Surrounding Matrix the constructing in realities
Compounding constructs mirroring third-density
Sounding echoes naked thru roaming thoughts
Bounding soporifically forever silence upon words
Synchronic realms in coexisting future present past
Subsonic speeds with hearts thru love of vortexes
Embryonic voids virtual thru expanding now infinite
Euphonic secretions amidst digitally still standing.
Oct.13.2018
I Stand Here Poetry
Sponsored by: craig cornish
N/A for contest
Glad iPad so capable that you just can’t dismiss it,
And it’s your best buddy as it’s always near, around;
Thin lightweight, you have the power of a sys, the kit,
As it can do anything which a computer does hound.
You can buy and download apps to place them too,
On any desktop: third, fourth, fifth or even the sixth,
But you need to remember to move your long queue,
Of iBooks onto your iCloud to make space xenolith.
It’s beautiful to look at as it’s pleasing to the eye,
Full 9.7” display with 2048x1536 resolution clarity,
Which is 3.1 million pixels or 3145728 dots to cry,
Out your every screen call and your vids in lucidity.
6.1mm thin and you can fill at ease a 64 bit memory,
It’s dynamic graphics provide A8X chip performance,
An M8 motion coprocessor for your gaming allegory,
And you can sit on it for 10 hours, no charger glance.
The first desktop, the opening screen gives a space,
Of so many different apps for your fine enjoyment:
Photos, the iBooks, mags, Notes and the clock face,
Calendar, Maps, Games, and the Settings cement.
And lets not forget about the necessities at the base,
Email, Safari and iTunes to give instant access, grab,
And the App Store as well - blue - does deftly encase,
Infinite games, word processors and sports apps fab.
Passcode mandatory, nobody invited or to be let in,
Your close relationships can’t render you violated,
Because your private messages are your own bin,
And your own elevation is by your pith proliferated.
And now the Pro Pencil for budding artists, painters,
Who want to digitally sketch, draft or paint portrait:
You can rest your hand on the screen without errors,
And it draws lines, if you pressure, of any weight.
We live in a pluralistic world and society,
Where there's many diverse groups:
Different communities and religions -
About that you can't go through any hoops.
The web should enable all to function,
Free, empower and give identity;
Speech and spoken language are not certified,
So why restrain those who kindle controversy?
A healthy web promotes the blogosphere,
Says that social networking is a right,
That your email address is your privilege,
And that google has ethical height.
But some countries ban them all,
For fear of opinions, taunts and passions;
Governments prohibit gabbers and critics,
And large companies drive at their own visions.
However, freedom of speech and expression,
Stay golden even when trivialised or put down,
And are enabled by privacy, by no observation,
Whether there’s pleasure, distress or frown.
Every belief should be upheld:
Religious, atheist, humanist or crank;
And this premise should be written,
Such that arguments will not mark.
The first Magna Carta liberated,
The individual in society,
So a second Magna Carta is needed,
To free the user digitally.
The web should be cheap for all to use,
And user data should be private strictly;
An open infrastructure should be decentralised,
By having foreign servers for every country.
Whistleblowers keep abuse levels low,
And ethical hackers hold governments to account;
GCHQ should not be above the law,
To tap the publics digital footprints, shouts.
We need to discuss a new Magna Carta,
For the internet, with certain net neutrality,
To keep high quality content affordable,
And state internet law for all in unanimity.
I wrote a poem about my mule
Emma is her name
The fact that this is not the one
My iPhone is to blame
One night while tired and somewhat bored
I looked in settings all functions stored
Many hidden most quite curious
I touched something quite injurious
When to Notes Emma’s poem to dwell on
There it was and then was gone!
Just for a moment all notes appeared
Then suddenly disappeared
iPhone what the hell did you do
Did I ever do anything to you
Why discard all my notes and thoughts
Leaving me with such a loss
Emma’s poem was filled with love
Now all I want is to get rid of
This evil machine that’s caused me such grief
And taken my work like a blasted thief
So Emma’s poem is gone forever
And I would so finally like to sever
My connection to this evil machine
That doesn’t really do anything
Dante failed to create a place
Where Steve Jobs could face his fate
A virtual place where you and I
Could digitally torment and make him cry
Then maybe we could find some peace
From iPhone blues and Apple’s Fleece
this own lee bro' thar of yars
dashed analogously graced
on par how a marathon runner raced
to Macbook Pro laptop computer post haste
soon as he goat back
to his domicile nestled and encased
in the bucolic, democratic,
and fantastic spit non defaced
woodland partially hydrogenated oils baste
surrounding Highland Manor Apartment our ace
in the hole, whence he i.e. mice elf
(Matty Mouse) with threads of gratitude laced
within a feeble attempt
to burble, cobble, fiddle, easy as gravy,
an insrutable letter placed
in the output queue
soon as all
the typo O graphical errors erased
and, though struggle to convey love
for such an endearing older sister,
which digitally squawking,
aye did not cut and paste
boot doth admit to allowing,
a saucy bit of small potatoes sayest
in ma trademark (truemark)
stuffing of fluffernutter (that taste)
G---R---R---E---E---A---A---T
(courtesy of flaky Tony the corny tiger),
which gimmerish aims to waste
juiced spare moments,
and tubby direct, earnest and frank
lemme communicate without resorting
to caginess,
but free roaming thoughts to thank
ye and Rich for welcoming a small group
of family and friends
to your Woodbury, New Jersey abode,
page number two:
somewhat near Redbank
to relish the salad days of times gone by,
when as kids,
we tricked each other with a harmless prank
such as hiding a fuzzy wuzzy Willie,
or scaring the other
with the molded Creepy People that doth rank
as laughably innocent, these topsy turvy times,
when faith no more
eroded cameraderie
among fellow Americans to tank
especially as the world wide web
iz going to fill in the BLANK
thus moments to share
a tasty repast did help me to crank
out this artichoked gibberish,
which when placed
atop pyramid of cranberries sank.
as didst this heart of darkness
within soul asylum
of papa and momma genes
to two beautiful young women
re: daughters, whose absence
felt as gloomy fiends
similar to the Ogre encountered,
when goose that laid golden egg stolen
by Jack of beanstalk
of story book fame as a cash cow means.
For a complete chemical reaction
It needs some chemical elements, a catalyst
And a balanced chemical equation
Under a scientific theory , of course
But in this scientific and digital world
We use to forget to think scientifically or digitally
Instead of a scientific mind
We have cultivated a mind
Overwhelmed with selfishness , greediness and arbitrary
Ignoring the fact that
The world isn't bound to satisfy all our urges and yearns
But basing on the theory of Causes and effects
We get what we sow
Let's think scientifically or digitally as much as possible
And for the unknown let's leave it to our almighty god
Binary 101
Numerically double-edged,
Duplicitous it is paired
Likewise and two fold
Its twin coded binate, not spared.
Double barrelled
Bilateral couple,
teamed;
braced – unified.
Mated and single
Coupled, unpaired
Mixed radix,
Can be shared.
Digitally based
Systematically aced
Zero blocks the chain
Based at one
The power redefines
Linear thinking holds
Only conversion
Characterises
The values you will find
Inside binary lines
"You know, there is still such a thing as execution."
That's a direct quote from Donald Trump
our current puppet USA president,
responding to a question,
regarding whistleblower Edward Snowden,
wanted by our government for the crime of treason,
because former NSA employee Edward Snowden,
leaked not only to the "enemy,"
but also to the entire world's population,
top secret US government security information.
What were these secrets? What was this top secret information?
"Our Government Is Secretly Spying On Its Own Citizens,
Under The Guise Of Fighting Terrorism.
Every Text Message You Send,
Every Cell Phone Conversation,
Is Digitally Recorded And Archived By Our Government.
Spyware Is Now Being Installed In Our Household Appliances,
That Government Agencies Can Access At Their Convenience.
Camera And Microphones Installed In Most Flat Screen TVs,
Can Be Activated Remotely By Any Government Agency,
Allowing Them Access To Your Most Private Moments Very Easily."
Thomas Snowden is a hero in my opinion,
and not at all a traitor guilty of treason.
He had nothing to gain but a life of martyrdom,
always on the run, seeking asylum,
fearing for his life moment after moment,
all because he shared with everyone the truth of a horrible wrong,
the unconstitutional infringement upon the privacy of everyone,
at our government's discretion without the need for a warrant.
In my mind there is no question,
Donald Trump is just another puppet USA president,
blindly following the most powerful elite global bankers' instructions,
otherwise he would grant Edward Snowden protection and freedom,
instead of entertaining the thought of this very brave hero's execution.
Just in case you wondered...
Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy
regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized bag
infernal challenge sifting evermore
alum skid more or less
bending and reaching skyhigh
toe tilly (ejaculating
what the heel) footsore
compromising writing, rather heretofore
indulging insatiable knowledge
(surpassing narcotic fix),
the world wide web hide ignore
engrossed various and sundry
enchanting, kickstarting, and revelling - bonjour
dear reader buzzfeeding...
Till chief hankering
(regarding appeasing passionate
word loving aficionado,
albeit temporarily ceased
(think intellectual fancy feast)
getting imagination (mine) linkedin
outspeeding lightning greased
experiencing cerebral capacity increased
virtual make believe
terra incognita leased.
insatiable jabberwocky yen
countless hours elapsed when
inconvenient wont head sleep
wracked courtesy (bowling) ten
pins nabbed mettlesome ambulation
often found me - hen (pecked) hex pen
sieve dishabille scattered brained brute
somnambulant analogous awake burning ken
kindled smoldering cognitive tinder even...
Chilly cooling off, where
temporal lobed hiatus taken
beefing portfolio in effort to scare
back poetic proclivity despite near
severe withdrawal symptoms
reacquainting novelty here
with effort to jog capacity
to craft poem quite aware...
Unsuspecting readers breathed
sigh of relief interim joker I went absent
posting trademark gobbledygook,
now unnamed fool rushes in,
where angels fear to tread - nay cent
return of native son unequivocally, pinterestingly
digitally... afore written dive versification
brandishing said as unsung literary event
psalm time sacrilegious Jew bull gent
bringing entertainment intent
to thee anonymous
analogously, humorously, and parenthetically
lamely affecting (i.e. poorly emulating)
Shakespearean belles lettres,
perhaps coronavirus pathogen
t'will cut me down, whereby
microbial size Clark Kent,
whoops twas Lois Lane I meant
to empower one meek and obedient
primate even during
but, and, or conjunctive
rutting season quiescent.
Bot for the sake of liberty sanctum sanctity,
none would ever have perceived
the nano ... nano ... nano
repeated viral injected lies
worming thru infected web monitor screens
Computers aren’t partial to receive only analog truth,
Cyber Greek Equus strode furtively past the security
code digital,
nearly impregnable,
palace firewalls with relative ease
Proving once again
that every man-made technological tool
has some degree of human fallacy
Legions of alternative fact bots
hidden within
an electronically pristine algorithm
Leaving only the faintest trace
of time-stamped digital footprints
Robotic lies
designed to spread diabolical disinformation
Truth wiped clean by dirty, grunt pawn bots
The prime question is: who is their king and queen?
Robotic lying soldier drones
all have a master prompt command
Corollary questions do interface: are their sleeper cell rooks
all aligned to digitally synchronize rappel?
Breach the vaunted freedom walls
for a democratic castle hostile takeover
Are there code corrupting knights strategically embedded
inside the pentagon-shaped silicon halls of defense?
Placed purposely to counter any rapid neural network response
How many suicide bot bishops,
with EM pulse malware bombs
ready to self-destruct,
are inside the sacred Wall Street church?
And will the tri-color robed emperor,
who sits on the ivory throne,
still be in denial as to what went wrong
when the anarchy kill switch signal is turned on?
Amplifying the dissonance of a divided kingdom
Beware, capitalist daughters and sons —
Robotic lies
are the front line nano-soldiers
of the new Bolshevik digital revolution
I WANT IT ALL
SO I DON’T
FEEL SO SMALL
THERE SEEMS SO MUCH
BUT NOT ENOUGH
MY FRIENDS
WHOM
I HAVE A LOT
HAVE A LOT
BUT
NOT IT ALL
ALSO WANT IT ALL
NOT TO BE SMALL
MY TIME IS
ALSO NOT ENOUGH
TO USE IT ALL TO SHOP
AND TO BUY NEW STUFF
BUT TO MANY OF US
LIFE IS STUFF
AND THAT IS ALL
IF YOU DON’T WANT
TO BE SMALL
MY APARTMENT IS
SMALL
AND ALL DOES NOT FIT
MY CLOSETS ARE FULL
AND MY STORAGE HAS QUIT
ONCE
FORCING ME
TO CHOOSE
BETWEEN A SMALL ROBOTIC ICE CREAM MACHINE
AND
DIGITALLY LIT TENNIS SHOES
WHAT A PREDICAMENT
SO MANY SIZES
SO MANY SHAPES
SO MANY COLORS
SO MANY FACES
SO LITTLE ROOM
SO LITTLE TIME
IT
DOESN'T SEEM FAIR
AND IT
DOESN’T EVEN RHYME
LIFE IS TOUGH
IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SMALL
IT’S HARD TO KEEP UP
WITH SMALL FRIENDS
LARGE FRIENDS
FAMILY
YOURSELF
SOCIETY
AND ALL